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heyyyyyyy. recently found myself in a place of horrors and discovered that TOO MANY OF YALL ON THE INTERNET HAVE SEEMED TO TAKE THIS POST AND RUN WITH IT 😭😭😭 In the past week I have seen so much Tsukishima Kei ED fanfic!!!!! oh no!!!!!!

I hope the Tsukishima I used to write is doing better and I hope yall are too!

GIVE ME ALL YOUR SAD TSUKISHIMA HEADCANONS HERE. TEAR THAT BOY APART FOR ME BB

《Thank you so much for requesting this, okay. It gets gradually happier as the list goes on, by the way, so the whole thing isn’t a terrible sob fest…ALSO DISCLAIMER TRIGGER WARNING FOR ANYONE WHO IS UNCOMFORTABLE TOWARDS THE TOPICS OF AN ED OF ANY SORT OR SELF HARM》

- Tsukishima would only ever admit his struggles of he was very, very close to you, even then he would have trouble. It’s something he’s very self conscious about, something that still haunts him and lingers in the shadows of his mind. It all started when he was 12, or 13 maybe. Still numb from the tragic betrayal of his brother, he only got more and more distant by the day. Those dark feelings mixed with his arising teenage hormones we’re not a good mix for his overall mental health. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder began eating at him far before an ED even came into play. They conjured up thoughts of failure, thoughts of perfection, and soon enough, everything in Tsukishima’s life had to be perfect, perfect, perfect. He had to get exactly a 100% on his Algebra test, he had to clean his room for exactly 30 minutes, he had to do everything exact. Everyone he was close to had began to think it was just a temporary inferiority complex. People would say, “of course he doesn’t care about that, he’s a teenager” and “teenagers tend to ignore a lot of things” but even if Tsukishima didn’t completely understand the situation he was in, he knew it wasn’t just a ‘teenager thing’. His mother brought him to a psychiatrist once or twice, and despite the fact that he was, in fact, diagnosed, his mother was in denial, and so was everybody else he knew. Of course, his mother meant well, but needless to say, she thought it was just a phase. In real life, not that many people could see past his pretentious persona, but the people who squinted through those translucent walls of his could sense that something was up. Yamaguchi, especially. Eventually, those thoughts of perfection had moved onto something bigger than grades and friendships, his body. He began counting every calorie he ate, every pound he lost. He had an image in his mind that screamed, “perfection” and he would do anything to achieve that. Numbers were slowly becoming the center of his life, and from the time he woke up, to the time he went to bed, all he could think about was numbers. His OCD and inferiority complex are things that are still prominent in his life, even to this day, but his ED was always something that fluctuated. For a long time, he didn’t even realize he was starving himself, and what he was doing was classified as a very tragic mental problem. It only came to his realization in his last year of middle school in health class, while the teacher was discussing disorders teens had. “Anorexia Nervosa”, a slide up on the board that was colored a putrid green, had gotten his attention, fast. He noticed the faces of some girls, how they looked nervously down at their feet as the teacher continued his rambles. He wanted to reach out to them, ask them if they were ok, but brushed it off. If you had asked him what he thought of that disorder in that moment, he would have said it’s “A stupid feminine issue, and they can rot, for all I care.”But he really did care.This word, “Anorexia”, had put the past two years of his life in perspective. It explained everything.And it hurt.He still continued his tendencies, growing more and more attached to it now that he knew it was a real, his problem was real and therefore it had meaning. He slowly grew bulimic, as well. When he ate 635 calories instead of his perfect 500, he learned to well, just puke it up. Slowly slowly, Tsukishima started to decay. At 6’0 he was only 125 pounds, and people he knew started growing concerned, but he didn’t care. He only got worse by the day, his forms of self harm growing more and more destructive. Since then, Tsukishima has healed, but those thoughts of perfection and deterioration still linger on his skin and in his mind. Yamaguchi, although he knows very well of the way Tsukishima thinks, still doesn’t know what went down in middle school, and Tsukishima never intends on letting him know. The only two people who know, besides his family, is Kuroo, Akaashi and Daichi.Daichi found out when they were changing one day. He noticed the scars on his arm and thighs and couldn’t help but ask, because if there was anything going on with one of his most valuable teammates, he sure as hell was going to fix it. He more or less milked the answer out of him, but now that he knows, he’s a lot more understanding of him than the other teammates. Kuroo found out while they were in gym three. Bokuto had brought some snack into the gym, and while Tsukishima really did heal, scars crack open. The thoughts come scampering back sometimes, and on this day in particular, they flooded his mind. Kuroo, being Kuroo, was oblivious to the situation at hand, teasing him about the fact that he was ‘so skinny’ and ‘really needed that food’. Akaashi, however, was not so simple minded. He had taken note of the way Tsukishima reacted towards things during the time he had spent at the camp. Akaashi’s good at analyzing people, and he analyzed Tsukishima in the same way he does Bokuto. In that moment, Tsukishima wasn’t as pissed as he was upset, and whist Kuroo chased after him in attempts to apologize, Tsukishima spilled. These thoughts only ever haunt him once or twice every couple months, and they’re never strong enough to consume him. Although, raging thoughts of perfection still dwell in that crowded mind of his. After the Shiratorizawa match, where he said there’s no reason anyone should be proud, for he had only blocked one spike, that was the inferiority. His mind is a hurricane of wanting more, more, more, and not wanting anything at all. He wants to try, he has goals and morals and standards, but insecurity drags those down and makes him think that nothing matters. He’s working on it, he is, but Tsukishima has come to terms with who he is, and changing who he is is something he’s done with doing.

- He’s always cared about volleyball, from the day he met Hinata for the first time to the moment he blocked Ushijima’s spike. Although, despite the many times has he said that “this is just a club” and “what’s the point in trying if somebody’s always going to be better?” he still tries. Although he may not be giving it all like Hinata or Kageyama, he’s still trying. If he really didn’t care, thought of it as just some stupid club, do you think he’d really still be involved? After Akiteru’s betrayal, he could’ve just abandoned it completely. He could’ve easily played basketball, with that height of his, or joined any other club if he wanted to, but he stuck with volleyball. I believe if Yamaguchi were to confront him earlier, ask him “if you didn’t care at all, why are you still here?” he wouldn’t be able to give a proper answer. He says there’s no point in trying if somebody’s always going to be better, but he just doesn’t want to get too attached to it, like his brother was.

- Truth is, he doesn’t like getting close to anything, these days, and that’s why ever since the accident he’s been colder towards Yamaguchi. He doesn’t want to let people or things into his life, because anything that can’t benefit him in any way could hurt him. It happened with his brother, it happened with volleyball. He keeps people out in any way he can. Tsukishima is not an asshole. He wants other people to believe he’s an asshole, though, so they don’t stick around him. When he’s being genuine, he’s shy. When he asks people questions, he has his head down, hands interlaced. He doesn’t like opening up to people, and when he does, he’s vulnerable. He’s been betrayed, and like hell he’s ever going to let anything betray him again.

- Growing up, Kei never had a father. After his mother got pregnant with him, his father disappeared, leaving her to take care of her two boys on her own. Akiteru, being five at the time, was absolutely heartbroken by this. Even if he was five, he understood what was going on, and what was going to happen. Every time his father would leave for work, he’d refer to him as “the man of the house”, and that’s exactly what he was now. His little brother, Kei, was never going to experience having a father, so Akiteru, at five years old, decided that he was going to be the father figure for him, and that’s exactly what he grew up to be. Akiteru was pretty much a mentor for him, a role model, and that’s why he’d lie to his brother, so he’d keep setting “good examples” and trying to be a person who his brother could be proud of. In the end, it was devastating for both of them. Akiteru had lost the most important person in his life, and Kei was facing the betrayal of his superhero.

- It’s very rare that somebody comes along that Tsukishima takes a liking to. Before the whole accident, Tsukishima was already closed off. His brother even scolded him for not getting along with the other kids. Yamaguchi practically dug his way into Tsukishima’s life, and if it weren’t for him confronting the bullies, they would’ve never been friends to begin with. They probably wouldn’t have gone to the same schools, and even if they did, Yamaguchi would most likely get closer to Hinata, than anyone. Besides Yamaguchi, Tsukishima doesn’t really consider himself to have friends. Hinata and Kageyama are just teammates, and like hell he’d associate with them anywhere outside. He talks a great deal to Akaashi, but really it’s only ever about how their teams are doing, more than anything. Bokuto and Kuroo are more like mentors, and he can’t see him getting buddy-buddy with Bokuto, even if he was the one who practically helped him overcome his fear of getting too attached to volleyball. Tsukishima believes himself the next person he gets close to will definitely be his future significant other, because he just can’t see himself making new friends anytime soon.

- He has a ton of marks on his body, self inflicted, and not. He happened to grow a lot during the span of middle school, especially around the time when he had an ED. He had his greatest growth spurts during that time, and with all the chaos of gaining and losing and purging, he got stretch marks. His body was always fluctuating, and because he grew so fast, he was cursed with them on his sides, stomach, and thighs. He doesn’t like them all that much, especially since nobody else on his team has them, but what he really hates, is his scars. He regrets it more than anything, cutting himself, because when he did, he’d cut a lot, and deep. So deep he remembers seeing the white of his flesh in between the wound. Unfortunately, they didn’t heal well at all, the scar tissue a bruising purple and rougher than his skin. They’re mostly on his thighs, but he has a few littered on his hips and forearms, as well. Those ones happened to heal better, practically disappearing at this point, much to his pleasure. During the summer, he’s always a bit self conscious to go anywhere, always fearing that somebody’s going to confront him about them.

- Sometimes, especially late at night, he’ll find himself crying. Every so often he’ll throw himself into a state of existentialism, and question his existence, and everyone else’s existence, for that matter, until he gives himself a headache. He has the tendency to over think things, especially things about himself, and once he starts thinking about something inconvenient, he’ll think about it so much that he freaks himself out, until he needs reassurance that everything will be okay, or else he’ll lose it. Often times, he can assure himself, but he doesn’t believe himself. He knows it’s an annoying habit, but he’ll constantly ask his mother if she hates him, or if he’s doing okay, just because he needs to hear it out loud before believing it himself.

- When he finds himself over thinking, he’ll get out of bed and distract himself. Those dinosaur figurines are pretty much there so he doesn’t kill himself in the middle of the night. More often than not, he’ll get up, rearrange them by period, then order, family genus and species, then alphabetically until he forgets whatever was bothering him in the first place. A lot of times, his overthinking isn’t all that self destructive. When it is destructive, the dinosaurs have no chance at helping him, but when it comes to him just remembering something stupid he said in 6th grade, or a really embarrassing move he made somewhere, the dinosaurs are there to cure what ails him.

- Although he doesn’t really think of himself to be all that great, he likes writing. He has a binder, a big white one that has so many indents on the cover you couldn’t even count, and it’s filled with poems and thoughts and short stories he’s created over the past few years. He keeps his older ones mainly for the fact that he loves embarrassing himself sometimes, but a lot of them are terrifying and show a side of him that no longer exists. A lot of what he writes is just tangents, small narratives that start out neatly written and based on a theme, but end up in violent scribbles and on a topic completely different than the one he started with. It’s a way to get his feelings out without actually having to share them. Although, he might show somebody he loves the binder one day, just so they can get a glimpse at who he was in the past.

- He has hope for himself. He knows he’s still insane and sick in the mind but he’s come to terms with himself, and there’s nothing he wants more than a good future. He wants the rest of his life to be on track; graduate high school, go to a good college, get married, have kids, maybe. He knows eternal happiness is too much to ask for, but he’s just striving to be content. He wants to forever live in the feeling of having that slight weight on his shoulders, but still be able to lean back and say, “I’m free.”

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In The Woods Somewhere (Fae! Akaashi x Fem! Reader) (NSFW)

Hi cuties :’) Do I even need to apologize for being inactive at this point? Lmao. I’ll never return to my peak in 2016/2017, haha. Anyway, this was a request from my friend that I realized I never posted. Oops. I hope u like it I luv yall sm!!!!

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The first time she saw him it was May. Dewdrops danced on Silver Dollars and Lamb’s-ear, and Jasmine and Lily of the Valley were braided into her hair. She spent her days in May collecting flowers and herbs for her mother, ever since spring came, her mother had been bedridden, and worrying __ mad. She knew the herbs would help substantially, but she also knew the roses and carnations would heal a different side of her mother. On her way down to the carnation field just beyond the woods that swallowed her quaint little property, she saw him. She knew who he was, rather what he was before she had the opportunity to approach him. If she hadn’t the knowledge very little would have kept her from running to him. Her mother always warned her of his kind, they were dangerous, they would rip out your womb and starve you of food- but the way his gunmetal eyes stared into hers the moment he noticed her walk past him was enough to have her in his trance. He sat inside a faerie ring, several small birds clung to his sides, and a Barn Owl perched on his arm. If it weren’t for her mother on her mind, perhaps she would have been bolder- instead, she just broke a moment of eye contact and walked right past him, choosing to ignore his existence, and he ignored hers. 

The second time she saw him, she wasn’t so timid. Spore prints were her intention that day, or at least that’s what she told her mother, and while toadstools grew at random in the clearing in her backyard, she couldn’t help but be attracted to the faerie ring in which she had seen him the first time. 

Much to her disappointment, the face she had stumbled across weeks ago wasn’t present. It would’ve been easier for her to acknowledge him if he was already there, but she figured she would have to take measures into her own hands. With little to no forethought, she held her breath, closed her eyes, then stepped right into the vacant ring in the clearing. 

Before she even had the opportunity to open her eyes, she felt her body being vaulted backwards. She shrieked, then groaned as her back hit the ground beneath her. Upon opening her eyes, she saw him, the Fae with the beautiful eyes staring down at her. She couldn’t help but smirk at the slightest- lore always said that the Fae folk would do anything to make you miserable, but it almost seemed like this one was looking out for her. Before she could say anything to him, he disappeared just as fast as he came. She picked herself back up, sighed, then returned back home. 

Then she didn’t see him for a while. While she knew it was for the best, a part of her ached for a missed opportunity. There could’ve been so much adventure at hand if only she had acknowledged him, even if it meant giving up her womb. All she could do was fantasize about what could’ve been at night before she went to bed. It was all she ever did. 

Until she woke up to a pile of feathers on her windowsill. They were kept still by a small pebble from her garden, but the array was beautiful. A Blue Jay, a Crow, a Cardinal, and a Goldfinch. Accepting gifts from the Fae was strictly prohibited, yet she grabbed the feathers, and sprinted towards the faerie ring in which she had paid her visits to one too many times. 

She didn’t sit inside the ring, instead, just kneeling on the outside with the feathers cradled gently in her hands. 

“Hello?” She called out. If anyone caught her, she would look terribly foolish talking to herself while holding a handful of feathers. “This gift is beautiful, but my mother would tell me I cannot accept it.” 

She waited a moment, then heard the soft tap of footsteps on the grass behind her. Spinning around, she saw him, in all of his glory. He really was a beautiful thing, and that’s why she reckoned she thought of him so much. There was something about his aura, and those beautiful eyes, she couldn’t help but smile when she saw him. 

“Hello.” 

“Are you a fool?” He replied, towering over her as he stood across her. 

“Maybe.” She replied. “Or maybe I just want to be your friend.” 

“That would make you a fool.” Uncharacteristic for a faerie, he sat down next to her, and handed her another feather- a Great Horned Owl. 

“Thank you.” She smiled, and she immediately watched his stoic expression switch to a frown. 

“You weren’t supposed to say that.” 

“I wasn’t aware that this was a test.” __ shrugged, twisting the Owl feather between her fingers. “So, what do I owe you?” 

The Faerie looked at her, baffled, and cocked an eyebrow. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then shut it, merely shaking his head in response. 

“You wanting to involve yourself with the Fae takes the fun out of all of this, you do know that, correct?” He sighed, and __ merely giggled. 

“Am I making your job difficult?” 

“No, no, just interesting.” 

“Well, you were the one who pushed me from the ring and brought me a gift. From my side, it feels like you’re the one who’s seeking me out.”

“Perhaps I’m looking for companionship.” __ felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes locked with his. Before she thought they were a light shade of bluish gray, but under the canopy of leaves, they looked a deep green. Maybe his eyes were magic, too. 

“My name is __.” __ smiled, taking a feather and reaching it out to brush it gently against the bridge of his nose, causing him to jump back in confusion. “And yes, that is my real name. __ __. Use it at your will.” 

“Are you that bored?” A slight chuckle passed the lips of the Fae as he shook his head. “Or are you that trusting?” 

“Perhaps a little mix of both…” She trailed off, searching for the name of the Fae across from her. He blinked at her slowly, the mechanics of his mind working out whether or not he could trust her with his own name or not. She smiled softly as she watched his thought process, fiddling with the feather in her hands as she did. 

“My name is Akaashi Keiji.” He smiled softly. “You may call me Keiji.” 

“Keiji.” The name felt like honey butter against her lips and she smiled, bidding him farewell using his lovely name, Keiji, and skipping back to her house. 

The friendship that blossomed between the two was unusual, yet __ had somehow managed to keep it a secret from her mother. It wasn’t difficult to sneak around, especially since her poor mother had been bedridden for quite some time. It had gotten to the point where it was worrying, her rendezvous with her companion cut short, and missed as the weeks progressed. Keiji still left small gifts on her windowsill, almost as a beacon for her to visit him, yet she felt overwhelming guilt at the thought of her leaving her poor mother alone in a terrible time. Between praying to every deity for her mother's safety, and attempts to nurse her mother back to health, she found it hard to think about anything else besides her mother, even if the word “Keiji” found itself tumbling off her lips at random times throughout the day. 

Then, as his name fell from her lips once as she brewed her mother a chamomile tea, she realized her situation. Keiji, he was a Faerie, he could heal her mother. The adrenaline of this realization ran through her body like lightning, and as soon as she handed her mother her tea and gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead, she left through the front door and sprinted through the woods. 

Keiji must have felt her energy, because as soon as she stumbled towards the ring, he was already there. She looked like a decent mess, the hem of her skirt and her knees covered in grass stains from tripping over herself. Keiji looked at her in surprise and what he could only describe as his form of excitement. 

“Oh, Keiji, Keiji.” She gasped, attempting to catch her breath. “Can you please help me?” 

“You’re aware everything comes at a cost, correct?” He muttered, offering her a seat next to him on the grass. She sat down quickly, then grabbed his hands in hers, causing him to flinch at the slightest. 

“Keiji, please, my mother…” __ still struggled to catch her breath, a mix between sprinting and her adrenaline. “My mother has been gravely ill for quite awhile and I’m afraid she isn’t going to make it much longer.” 

“And you would like me to…” 

“Please make her better. I will do absolutely anything in return.” 

“Ah, health.” Keiji sighed deeply and cocked his head. “It isn’t impossible for me. When your mother wakes up tomorrow morning, she will be in perfect health. Memories of her illness will be faded and distant and she will be up and active just as she was before she was ill.”  

“Are you serious?” __ responded, almost giddy, a smile cracking on her face. 

“Yes. It’s very possible. However, you are aware that there is a heavy price to pay.” 

“God, Keiji, I gave you my name when we first met, I don’t care about prices.” 

“Well, this one might be different for you.” He blinked slowly, catching __’s gaze. “In return for your mothers health, your mortality belongs to me.” 

“Woah.” __ inhaled sharply, then exhaled deeply. “So, does that mean that I have to die, you own me until I die or-” 

“It means you’ll have to live in limbo between your realm and mine for the rest of my eternity.” 

“Immortality doesn’t seem so bad.” 

“You might eat your words.” 

“Do I still get to see my mother?” 

“Yes, until you gradually outlive her then-” 

“Well I would’ve outlived her eventually.” 

“You’re insatiable, woman.” Keiji sighed, rubbing his temples. “Is there seriously nothing wrong with giving away your precious human life to a Fae?” 

“Not when it’s you, Keiji.” 

__ watched his eyes roll into the back of his head, then watched his chest rise and fall heavily. Soft hands fell onto hers, and her eyes met his. 

“You’re completely and utterly confident in your decision?” Keiji asked once more, almost insecure about their transaction. 

“Yes, Keiji. My mother means everything to me.” __ nodded. 

“Enough to give yourself away to me?” 

“Well-” __ paused, giving his gentle hands a squeeze, “This is just a win win situation for me.” 

She watched as Keiji’s frown twisted into a silhouette of a smile, and his hands crept up her arms, up to her shoulders, and he pushed her gently back against the soft grass beneath them. 

“In all my years I’ve never met somebody quite as insane as you, my dear __ __.” 

“And yet here we are. I’m the one you chose to give my mortality up to you.” 

“Yes I did.” 

Keiji leaned down and ever so gently kissed the tip of her nose, her cupid's bow, then her lips. __ all but eagerly kissed back, the softness of his lips something completely foreign to her. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine as she kissed him back, her hands running up his back to bury themselves in a mess of wavy black hair. 

“You’re so enticing.” Keiji muttered against her lips. “I was waiting for this.” 

“You didn’t have to wait for me to come crying over my mother to have me.” __ giggled. “You’ve had me all along.” 

A guttural groan came from the back of Keiji’s through as he kissed her again, deeper and rougher than the first time. 

“A human has never made me feel this way before.” 

“And I take that as an honor.” 

__ buried her nose in the crook of Keiji’s neck, kissing his collarbone then ever so gently nipping her teeth against his copper flesh. She felt him sigh against her cheek as she kissed his collarbone rougher, then trailing a mix of gentle and bruising kisses up the column of his neck. 

“If I’m going to be yours forever…” __ cradled Keiji’s face in her hands as she kissed him on the lips once again, “You’re going to have to show me how worth it it’ll be.” 

Keiji wasted no time in crashing his lips into hers, kissing her so gently, so feverishly it brought chills up her spine. Her arms snaked around his neck again, kissing him deeper, deeper, feeling every pulse in her body beat for him. Heaven knows she’s wanted this, it was even more enticing now that it was magically bound. She felt his cold hands run under the hem of her dress, and wordlessly she let him slip it off of her body and over her head- she wanted to be exposed for him. It was silly, foolish, throwing herself at a man like this, it was something completely foreign to her, yet lit a spark inside of her core the more she thought about it. The embarrassment and inevitable realization was sure to come later, but in the meantime, as Keiji began to place cold, gentle kisses below her navel, the only thing she could focus on was him. His fingers danced over the sculpt of her hip bones, and eventually, the softness of her inner thighs. 

“Dare I ask for your consent?” He muttered, leaving __ giggling. 

“After I sell my soul to you?” 

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to be respectful.” Keiji  hummed, his hands running up her body again and leaving goosebumps in their wake. __ sat in silence, unaware of what his next move would be. Her heart was in her throat as Keiji got closer and closer in between her legs, and he could tell. When he reached the seam of her bloomers he chuckled deeply, and placed a deep, open mouth kiss against the fabric. She all but jumped, the feeling wasn’t foreign ate her own hand, but being caught engaging in these activities with the boys in her village was taboo, and she was far from being experienced. She wondered if Keiji wordlessly knew, or assumed she knew what she was doing. Nevertheless, Keiji gently slipped her bloomers off  of shaking legs, and wasn’t late to rubbing at her slit. 

“Oh!” She jumped, completely surprised. She hadn’t anticipated him finding her sweet spot so quick, let alone touching her at all. Keiji paused for a minute to unbutton his thin shirt, and she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him. His skin was the most beautiful shade of tan, she noticed, her eyes running up and down his torso and noticing the veins that webbed around his sculpted arms. Next were his trousers, he was expressionless as he did this, and it would’ve been frightening if she hadn’t previously learned that he majored in stoicism. When his member popped out of his boxers, she let out a tiny exhale. It seemed perfect, pretty even, and definitely wasn’t lacking. She moved to throw her bra off of her, she found no shame now in being completely exposed to him. Their bond was eternal from here. And as if it were on instinct, she opened her legs more for him, which was greeted with more rubbing against her clit. 

“Oh god, Keiji.” She threw her head back and whimpered. Her eyes blurred for a moment as she focused on the full moon above her, and all the stars that danced around it. She found it harder and harder to keep herself propped up on her elbows, her high chasing her the more he moved against her. 

Her arms collapsed underneath her, and the moment her back hit the grass, the first heavy wave of her orgasm hit her, a deep and heavy sigh escaping her as it did. His name was all she could moan as she rode out her high, strangled breaths leaving her mouth afterwards. It hit her like a train, the pure and unholy satisfaction of pleasure wasn’t foriegn to her, but in this circumstance, it left her dripping onto the grass below them. This didn’t go unnoticed by him, he ran one finger up her slit, which caused her to jolt from her after high sensitivity. Keiji merely smirked, leaning over her body to catch her lips in a kiss once again. 

“Kei-” She stammered against his lips, trying to prop herself back up on her arms to look up at the gorgeous Fae who she was enamored with. “Keiji.” 

“Yes, my dear?” 

“Oh god, Keiji, fuck me.” 

There was a foreign thrill of being exposed in nature the way her and Keiji were at the moment. She could feel her heartbeat all throughout her body as Keiji positioned himself above her, his lips on her chest as he got a feel for her body. An owl hooted off in the distance, crickets chirped and other gentle sounds of nature were all that she could hear besides Keiji’s gentle breaths. In one slow, fluid movement, he slid himself inside of her to the hilt. She almost felt paralized, nothing else dared cross her mind besides Keiji. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she kissed him. The numb pain was worth it, anything was worth being close to him. 

“You’re doing so well.” His voice was still so monotonous, it spawned butterflies in her stomach. She opened her mouth to speak again, but at that moment Keiji pulled out and slammed into her again, only ammitting a small, gentle squeak from her. Keiji began to rut into her at an even pace, leaving her wordless and tingling on the earth below. She let out another pathetic moan, wishing she could do more for him from her submissive position. 

“You’re so fucking-” She stopped to sigh, then grabbed at the roots of the grass underneath her. “You’re so fucking etheral, Keiji.”

Keiji chuckled in response, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper the more he moved. The feeling of being exposed to him and mother nature sent chills across her bare body. She wished she could do more for him, make him feel better too, but her had her locked in this pathetic position, all she could do was spread her legs further apart and let him fuck her senselessly. 

And he did. The soft pants that came from his parted lips made her feel even more full than before, and the more she thought about the way he stretched her, the wetter she felt herself become. This didn’t go unnoticed by Keiji at all, him making a comment on how she was such a good girl. Her senses were clouded by chills and sex and butterflies in her stomach. 

“You’re doing so good.” Keiji hummed, yet his monotonous voice sounded a little more strangled. “I’m gonna come.” 

“Come inside me.” She muttered, not even thinking. “I’m yours.” 

Moments later, with a gentle groan, his thrusts came to a halt, and spilled himself inside of her. She felt fuller, fuller than before, and warm. She sighed softly, holding him against her with his cock buried deep inside of her still. 

“Am I worth it for forever?” She asked, her fingers running through his hair as she kissed his forehead gently. “Do you really want me forever?” 

“Yes.” Keiji hummed, kissing her back. “And I wish you found me sooner.”

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do you by any chance have a personal blog on tumblr that u use to reblog content because... i think u may have liked one of my works on it and now i can die happy bc i have looked up to your writing for YEARS but also if i am mistaken i apologize and pls ignore this PS i hope you’re doing well and ily

WAIT THAT MADE ME 🥺🥺🥺 YOU'RE TOO SWEET

my personal blog is @sssatori 😳 if it wasn't me please drop your @ I'm gonna go read everything you've ever written

[guessmonsta]

Okay, so now you have to do the final part of the Bokuto x Reader college fic series you've put out. I just read the second part and I'm literally obsessed. I give you full liberty with part threee! But I just wanna see them kiss!!!! Please!!!!

I need to stop putting all my energy into this shit this is the last part I promise 

Read part 1 and part 2

Also I’m not making fun of theater kids at the expense of theater kids, I was a theater kid, I’m aware of how we act

Bokuto has officially known __ for five months, and absolutely nothing has happened between them. 

If anything, his relationship with __ has turned out to be his worst case scenario- just friends. She hung out with him every other day in the dining hall, and came to every game of his that she could if she wasn’t working. She had gotten to know Kuroo and Satori and Yukie, and even some other guys on the volleyball team, but still, she was just an extra amenity in the friend group. 

But needless to say, he still adored her. Every single piece of her. He still went to The Gazelle every Saturday morning just to see her, no matter what, and he didn’t even like coffee. The deeper they went into the school year, the deeper Bokuto fell in love with her. 

Even if __ was working, he liked to invite her to his friends hangouts, just because. This Friday, it was Bokuto’s turn to host a little get together at his dorm, and even though he knew damn well __ was working, he still invited her. Any opportunity he could get to be around her, he would take it. 

It was silly, and he knew it. He was obvious about his feelings from the start, but __ had never acted on them. Maybe it was stupid of him to think that she would have to make the first move, or admit her feelings before he did. Maybe she didn’t have any feelings at all. Any time he thought of that possibility, it crushed him, so he didn’t think about it. 

The hang out with his friends went well, as it always did. Satori brought weird brownies that Yukie went crazy for, but Bokuto knew better to avoid them. Everything was fine, perfect as it always was. __ said she might show up late, around eleven, but it was 11:30, and everyone had gone back to their own respective dorms, out clubbing, or to the library, except Satori for a while, who was “too tired to get up”, until Ushijima came back to literally grab him. 

So, at 11:36, Bokuto was alone again in his dorm. His roommate had gone back home for the weekend, so there really wasn’t anybody to complain to. Kise was usually good with knowing how to complain with him, too. 

It was 11:42 when he heard a knock on his door, and he had practically jumped for it. He was stupid for hoping it was __, it was probably just Yukie who forgot her room key, or something. But when he swung open the door, low and behold, it was __. 

He felt himself sigh and welcome her in, taking note of how tired she looked. 

“__, you look like you’re gonna bust ass any second.” He said, concerned. __ took this as a joke, and just laughed. She plopped herself down at his desk chair in front of his mirror, and began to work her pigtail braids out of her hair. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t show up to your thing.” She muttered, visibly upset. “I haven’t been the best friend lately.” 

“He-ey don’t say that!” Bokuto announced, dragging his roommates desk chair and pulling it up next to her. “You’re the bestest friend.” 

__ sighed, then ran her fingers through her hair. There was something beautiful about her when she was tired, Bokuto noted. 

“Why are you getting out so late today?” 

“The townies.” She sighed. “The high school down the road had their musical today.” 

“Oh no, __.” Bokuto chuckled. 

“They put on Mamma Mia…” __ began to chuckle. “I feel like I’m a part of the show…” 

“Oh my god.” 

“They just…” __ began laughing even harder, “Put on the entire show for two hours… they didn’t stop singing. Each person…” __ stopped to laugh again. Bokuto couldn’t tell if she thought it was funny, or if she was just exhausted. “Each person ordered at least three waffles.” 

__ spun in the office chair and faced Bokuto, sighing a deep sigh, then leaning into him. Bokuto felt his heart skip a beat, not knowing where to put his hands, or if he should even move. 

“I should’ve just gone back to my dorm and texted you. I’m sorry for showing up so late-” 

“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it.” Bokuto chuckled, slinging his arm around her waist. It was so strange holding her like this, Bokuto thought, wishing he could just lay her down on his bed. The thought made his heart skip another beat. He didn’t know how long he could avoid this for. 

“I want you here, __” 

__ looked up from his chest and sighed, then reached for Bokuto’s hand that just fell from her waist. 

“You’re too nice, Bo.” She squeezed his hand lightly, then smiled again. “I really should have just gone home. The, the only thing on my mind right now is ABBA songs.” 

Bokuto choked back a laugh, then squeezed her hand back. It was so small in his, he noted, and her skin was so soft for a volleyball player. 

“You know how you can pay me back for letting you in my dorm?” 

“What?” She raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“I think you know what.” Bokuto chuckled. 

“I really, honestly have no idea.” 

“No, I think you do.” Bokuto nodded, teasing her. “I’ve never seen Mamma Mia before, you should give me a show.” 

__ burst out laughing, then furiously shook her head. 

“No, for the love of god, no.” 

“Awh, c’mon, one song? Super Trouper.” Bokuto laughed along with her. 

“Absolutely not,” She stood up from the chair, and headed to the door. “I’m just gonna head out, nice talk as always, Bo.” 

Bokuto stood up from his own chair and grabbed her hand again, then pulled her back from the door. She yelped in surprise, and Bokuto, with some strange new confidence, pulled her against his chest, and threw her on his bed. She burst out laughing again, and she hugged him, tightly. 

“Stay.” He mumbled into her hair. 

“Man, I didn’t think you were such a big Mamma Mia fan.” 

“I’m not.” Bokuto muttered. “I’m a pretty big fan of you, though.” 

__ gaped at him, then giggled again. 

“That was so lame, Bo.” 

“Hey, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” 

“You’re so sweet, did you know that?” __ ran her fingers through his hair absentmindedly, and Bokuto felt a hot blush creep up his neck. A familiar shade of pink bloomed on her own cheeks, and Bokuto had no idea what to make of the situation. 

“Me? Sweet? C’mo-on.” 

“I mean it.” She sighed. Bokuto could feel the rise and fall of her chest from under his. Looking down on her from this position made him feel all sorts of feelings- red in the face, his stomach in knots, he hoped and prayed to god that he wouldn’t pop a boner, because she would definitely be able to feel that from under him. She was so soft, so small underneath him. Even with dark rings underneath her eyes, Bokuto had never seen somebody perfect. His eyes jumped from her lips, back up to her eyes, and without second thought, he blurted out, 

“I’m in love with you.” 

__ looked up at him with wide eyes, her lips parted. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he felt her inhale, then exhale deeply. 

“I’m sorry, __, I-” Bokuto sighed, and __ shook her head. 

“Why are you apologizing?” Her hand fell to his face, and her thumb lightly dusted back and forth across his cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for.” 

“You don’t like me, do you?” Bokuto said, barely a whisper. __’s smile only got wider. 

“You’re an idiot.” She shook her head. He could feel her breaths get faster. “This whole time I just thought that you were just ignoring my feelings for you.”

“Wait, what?” 

“I gave you a cup with my phone number on it the first day we talked. I asked you to hang out the moment you texted me. I always, always try to go out of my way to see you at least once a week.” 

“I, I thought you were just being a good friend.” Bokuto stammered. “Are you playing a joke on me?” 

“Bokuto, you’re so stupid. I like you.” 

Bokuto had no idea what else to say. Everything in his mind was foggy, he definitely had a boner. His heart was beating so fast he felt like he had just played a three set game. He grabbed her from underneath her arms and pulled her up further onto his bed, her head falling softly against his pillows. Then he kissed her. 

It was almost animalistic, five months of wishing he could be this close to her just for all the emotions and desire he had built up to come crashing down in front of him. He kissed her like he had never kissed anyone before. He set one arm down by her head to keep his balance, the other firmly grabbed her waist. She was tugging at his hair lightly, messing up the gel and pulling him in deeper. She spread her legs out from underneath him, and wrapped them gingerly around his waist. She tugged at his hair a little harder and he moaned, instinctively bucking his hips up into hers. She broke the kiss to sigh, then giggled softly. 

“Woah there, cowboy.” She giggled again. “I said I like you, not give me your babies.” 

“I know, I know.” He laughed at himself. “I got a little too carried away there.” 

“I can tell.” She paused, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “I don’t expect anything less from Mr. Sexyman.” 

[guessmonsta]

YOUR BOKUTO + KUROO WINGMAN FIC WAS SO FUNNY!!!! I was literally laughing the whole way through. The way you write is so funny and wholesome I can't get enough of it. If it's possible, can you please please please do a part two to the Bokuto fic? I just wanna see him fall in love, that's all. Thank you so much!

If you read ANY of my college AU fics involving Bokuto, Kuroo, or Tendou, you know that I made them all friends. They need to be friends, I don’t even care what you say or what you believe. Tendou was cheated from being in the third gym, period. He’s stupid and lovely and has stupid crazy hair and would be best friends with Kuroo and Bokuto instantly. Also this is stupid long, and for what? And for what? I’ll probably end up doing part three too??? And that's being a slut for Bokuto. 

Also here’s part one 

Bokuto stared blankly at his phone screen, almost expecting something to happen without him putting the work in. 

Her contact stared back at him, reading, “__”, with a bunch of heart emojis after her name. He would never admit that he put the hearts there himself, though. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to gain out of just staring at her phone number, his phone wasn’t going to text her itself. To be honest, Bokuto hadn’t created a mental plan past talking to her in the cafe that Saturday,and he sure as hell never expected her to give him her number. He wasn’t even sure how long he was supposed to wait before he texted her. It was Monday morning, had he waited too long? Did she forget about him all together? Does she even want him to text her? 

Bokuto shook his head and sighed, then set his phone face flat on the dining hall table. His friend, Satori, looked up at him, and cocked an eyebrow. 

“Somebody’s got his panties in a twist today.” Satori hummed, setting his own phone down in the same fashion. 

“You think I wear panties?” 

Satori stared at him dumbfounded, then scrunched his face. Choosing to ignore it, he took a jab at his fruit salad, then chuckled. 

“Is it that girl?” 

“Wait, how do you know?” 

“You say this as if Kuroo didn’t post a three minute long video to his snapchat story about spitting up iced coffee everywhere in public.” Satori laughed. 

“Drama queen.” Bokuto sighed. “I just really don’t know how to talk to girls.” 

“You?” Satori cocked his eyebrow again. “You don’t know how to talk to girls?”

“Nope.” 

“Damn.” Satori chuckled again. “See, I was under the notion that you were a popular Pretty Boy in high school. I mean, look at you,” Satori’s eyes scanned Bokuto up and down, then he winked. “You’re like the universal standard for male attractiveness.” 

“I mean, I guess, but,” Bokuto sighed. Getting dejected over nothing wasn’t his plan for this morning, but Satori knew how to handle it. “When I was in high school I never really put a lot of thought into dating girls. Like yeah, I had a couple girlfriends here and there, but, like, volleyball was my real girl, you know?” 

Satori shot Bokuto a stank face, then shook his head. 

“You mean to tell me in high school, in your prime, you could have gotten any girl you wanted and you were the asshole who turned girls down because volleyball came first? Wo-ow, what a problem you have.”

“I know! I know. Now that’s my problem. If I had paid more attention to my relationships in high school then maybe texting this girl wouldn’t be so hard.” Bokuto shrugged. Maybe Satori didn’t know how to handle it all that well, because all he could offer was a confused stank face. 

“Listen, you and I both know that you’re hot. If she gave you her number, then she’s obviously into you. Just shoot you shot.” 

“But I don’t play basketball, Satori!” Bokuto groaned. “And what am I even supposed to say? “Hey remember those two idiots who came in and spit up everywhere? Hi!” 

“Yes! Literally that’s exactly what you should say!” 

“But should I?” 

“God have mercy! You’re hopeless!” Satori sighed dramatically, then flinged a grape off of his plastic fork at Bokuto’s face. Bokuto winced, then ate the grape to spite him. “Oh, and you better get moving, your practice starts in ten minu-utes.” 

Bokuto looked back at his phone, and realized it was 9:50. If he had texted __ now, he would be thinking about her replying all throughout practice. If he had waited to text her until later, he would be thinking about what to say the entire time anyway. It was a lose lose situation for silly little Bokuto in love, he realized. He finished his waffles in a hurry, gave Satori a quick, harsh, and unexpected bro-hug, then jogged off to practice. 

By the time practice was over, Bokuto was sweaty, tired, and couldn’t stop thinking about __. He knew that Kuroo had been watching him all throughout practice, especially when he cackled when he missed a very direct hit on the cleanest set he had ever seen. Kuroo took a seat next to him on the bench, wiped his forehead with a rag, then snapped it against Bokuto’s arm. 

“Ow!” Bokuto jumped, grabbing the towel from Kuroo’s hands then wiping it against Kuroo’s ass as he attempted to jump up and run away. Kuroo cackled again, something he seemed to be doing a lot lately. Bokuto’s crush was a free ticket to Comedy Central for Kuroo. 

“Satori texted me and told me you were a pain in the ass at breakfast.” 

“Did he actually?” Bokuto whined. 

“No.” Kuroo chucked. “But he didn’t have to tell me you were having a crisis for me to know that you’re having a crisis.” 

“You know me that well, bro?” 

“Always, bro.” Kuroo held one hand over his heart, then pat Bokuto on the back. “But you gotta text her.” 

“O-okay, o-okay fi-ine.” Bokuto sighed. “What do I even say?” 

“Listen, just because I’m charming and handsome doesn’t mean that I can carry your entire relationship for you and that lovely little barista.” Kuroo shrugged. “Just be yourself. She obviously likes you.” 

Bokuto whipped his phone out of his pocket, and it automatically opened to __’s contact. Kuroo’s cheeks puffed up into a laugh, then he wheezed, again. Maybe Bokuto had to stop being so obvious. 

Bokuto clicked the message icon, and quickly, without even thinking, typed- 

Hey __! It’s Owlboy Sexyman from the cafe Saturday. How are you!

And he sent it. Without a second thought. He sighed, then set his phone down on the bench. 

Before Kuroo could even ask him what he sent, he heard his phone chime. Bokuto gasped, then Kuroo gasped, and Bokuto leaped for his phone. 

Hey Bokuto! 

I was starting to think you didn’t see my number on the cup lmao 

“She remembers my name!” Bokuto beamed. “She remembers my name, Kuroo! Oh my god!” 

Bokuto jumped up from the bench, and turned his screen to Kuroo. 

“Oh my god, dude, stop, stop, I can’t read the message, you’re jumping too much.” Kuroo laughed. “What did she say!” 

Bokuto tossed his phone at Kuroo, then clapped his hands together into a praying motion. 

Kuroo read the messages, then cocked an eyebrow. 

“Du-ude.”

“Du-ude!” Bokuto couldn’t stop beaming.

“Bokuto, where the hell was this energy during practice!” An older teammate shouted at him, then laughed. Bokuto ignored this statement completely. Once he got the ball moving, it was going to keep its momentum. 

Later at his dorm, Bokuto sat on his bed with his phone in his hands. He felt like he looked like his little sister. She used to spend all day in her room snapchatting boys and trying to find the perfect lighting to take pictures of herself. He never really understood it, but as he was sitting here waiting for a text back from __, he felt that same energy. 

He had never really liked a girl this much ever before in his life. He wasn’t even sure what it was. What went from a small admiration over how beautiful and sweet she looked behind the counter at the cafe turned into a full blown admiration after his minute long conversation with her. Everything about her was just so cool, so collected, she made him feel the same way volleyball made him feel, how he felt when he saw a cute dog when he was out on a jog. She was the first day of summer and waking up on Christmas morning. He could feel his excitement for her vibrate all the way to his fingertips. 

You remembered my name! 

Of course I do! You and your friend literally made my entire day on Saturday, haha. 

I went back to my dorm and told my roommates the whole story lmao

Do you go to Todai? 

Yeah! I’m in my first year. What about you? 

Me too! 

Sucks I’ve never seen you around. 

Todai is so big I feel like if you see somebody once you never see them again. 

I’ll keep a look out for you tho ;) 

Where do you dorm? 

I’m in Komaba on the 20th floor :( 

I love the view but some days the elevators are full so I have to take the stairs and it’s terrible 

I’m at Komaba too! 

But on the fourth floor haha 

I guess it’s a nice workout though 

I haven’t been doing much exercise since volleyball ended in high school 

Do you still play? 

Yeah, Kuroo and I are on the schools team 

Oh

Kuroo is the guy who spit everywhere 

Kuroo’s a legend

I thank him for his service 

And that's seriously super cool. I wasn’t good enough to play for college, haha. 

I miss it though

Well, if you were busy playing volleyball, you wouldn’t have anytime to be the cutest barista ever 

As soon as Bokuto sent the message, he regretted it. Was that really all he had to say to her?

Omg, awh, don’t flatter me

We should meet up! What are you up to right now? 

Bokuto felt his face flush a thousand degrees. He had no idea how to contain his excitement around her, let alone his obvious crush. A small giggle escaped him as he typed back. 

I’m honestly doing nothing but texting you in my dorm right now. 

Me too, haha

We should go get food or something together! 

My next class isn’t till 3

Before Bokuto could even ask her what her room number was, he found himself running up sixteen flights of stairs to meet her. Where this sudden adrenaline came from, he had no idea, and if any of the older guys on the team saw him, they would tease him more about not using this energy in practice. Once he reached the twentieth floor, he was breathless. The whole thing gave him flashbacks to running to meet Kuroo a couple days before. All he wanted right now was to see her. 

He looked down at his phone, then typed a quick, 

What's your dorm number? 

I’m in room 2016 :) 

Two seconds later, Bokuto found himself standing in front of the door, and knocking lightly. He heard something crash from the inside, and a small string of mumbled curses. When the door opened up in front of him, his heart skipped three beats when his eyes met hers. 

She was significantly shorter than him, by a foot, if he was guessing right. Her hair was down and cascaded over her shoulders, something he hadn’t seen before. Somehow, she was even prettier with her hair down than she was worth it pulled back for work. Pretty __ eyes blinked once, twice, and a small, confused smile parted into a laugh. 

“How the hell did you get up here this quick?” She chuckled, motioning for him to step inside the dorm. “Are you secretly superman and you’re not telling me?” 

“If I told you I ran up here before I asked for your room number, would that be weird?” He sighed. He was still a little bit breathless, but the last thing he wanted was to lose his composure. She took a seat on her desk chair, and spun herself around in a circle before stopping and shaking her head. 

“Nah, I’ll take it. I don’t like superman anyway. Now, if you had said Thor, that’s a different story.” She giggled. “You didn’t have to sprint up here you know. I could’ve met you in the dining hall.” 

Bokuto honestly hadn’t even realized that was an option, even though it was much more realistic. He hadn’t even realized he was standing in the prettiest girl in the world’s bedroom until his eyes met hers again. 

Oh god, and she was so pretty. He could hear Kuroo and Satori mocking him in the back of his head as he stared at her pushing herself into another circle in her desk chair. 

“I know I didn’t have to.” He said, his voice almost cracking. “But I figured you’d like it.” Smooth recovery. 

“Honestly?” She shrugged, “I can’t say somebody has ever ran up sixteen flights of stairs for me, so yeah. I take it as an honor” 

__ then stood up, then led Bokuto out of her dorm. 

“We can take the elevator down this time.” 

“Thank god.” Bokuto sighed. “No offense, but 32 flights of stairs isn’t worth it for anyone.” 

“Hey, I get it. Three flights of stairs isn’t worth it for me, so you’re already breaking a record.” 

At the dining hall, they just talked about little things. Where they went to high school, what they were majoring in, their favorite animal, which both happened to be dogs, and what type of dogs they liked. They shared funny stories from high school, like the time Kuroo accidentally swallowed a beetle at training camp, and she told a shocking story about the “accident” at her own school. He was so interested in talking to her that he forgot that he was supposed to be eating, and he never forgets about that. 

Their relationship was obviously flirtatious, but Bokuto couldn’t tell if she was flirting with him in the way Kuroo flirted with people, or in a way where she actually liked him. In bed that night, the last thing he thought about was her sitting across from him in the dining hall, and he had a feeling his mind would replay her face for a while.

[guessmonsta]

hello my queen... returned to her castle I see? Could you please do a thing just like the Kuroo one except Kuroo is Bokuto's wingman? I'm so soft for them and you ohmygoodness

You’re adorable and I appreciate you so much. For legal reasons I created a fake cafe called The Gazelle. I’ve used it like twenty times if this is a real place I’m so sorry

It was a very rare occurrence for Bokuto to be awake before noon on a weekend. It was even rarer that he was sprinting across campus to get to Kuroo’s dorm at nine in the morning. Campus custodians gave him weird looks, girls walking to their professors office hours giggled at him, but he just kept running.

Kuroo lived on the eighth floor in the farthest dormitory building from Bokuto’s. He ran up the stairs, skipping two as he went, and once he finally got to Kuroo’s door, he didn’t even bother to knock, he just slammed his fist against the door in one harsh blow.

From inside, he heard Kuroo mutter a quick, “fucking hell,” to his roommate before the door swung open in his face. Kuroo didn’t look amused, and scanned Bokuto up and down before he snorted, covering up his mouth with his hand.

“I’m not gonna judge your lifestyle bro,” Kuroo snorted, “but literally, what the hell.”

“Listen, hear me out,” Bokuto began, still slightly out of breath. “The cute girl who works at The Gazelle has a shift right now.”

“What?” Kuroo stared at him dumbfounded. “How do you know that?”

“Me and, and a couple of my friends from statistics have been taking notes on each time she works. She always works Saturday mornings so-” Kuroo cut him off by laughing again, then stepped out into the hallway and motioned Bokuto to start walking. No matter the situation, no matter how ridiculous it sounded, Kuroo was always readily available for anything Bokuto had in mind.

“So you’ve been stalking this girl?”

“Bro, I’m not stalking her, I’m just admiring her. A-and that admiration has gotten to a kind of unhealthy level to me personally, as a person.”

“Wait, so have you actually ever even talked to this girl?” Kuroo asked, and was faced with Bokuto widening his eyes. “Dude, you’ve gawked at her every single time we’ve gone, and you haven’t even talked to her?”

“I ordered a hot cocoa from her that one time-” Bokuto sighed, “I sound like a simp.”

“Bro, you aren’t a simp. What you are is stupid. How the hell are you going to work together with your statistics friends to recreate some random girls' work schedule but you all have a D in the class?”

“Listen-” Bokuto laughed. “Sora says that she has dyscalculia, and that the rest of us probably have it too. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, Kuroo. Sorry I can’t be a perfect chem major like you.” He teased, socking Kuroo in the arm. Kuroo winced slightly, then punched him back.

“Yeah, you have your strengths for sure.”

“Okay, so I’m probably gonna actually talk to her today.”

“Wow, making big boy moves.” Kuroo laughed, “Where’s this coming from?”

“I can’t tell if it’s fake confidence or adrenaline!” Bokuto shrugged. “Both work!”

Once they entered the cafe, the familiar smell of coffee beans, warmth, and just a tinge of something else hit Bokuto and made him so much more nervous. Why should he be nervous? He was hot. He was sexy. He was 6’2 of big beefy muscle and fat ass, he shouldn’t be afraid of rejection!

But then he saw her. __ hair pulled back into two pigtail french braids as she politely took a stoners order at the counter. He finally got to see her eyes, they were __, pretty __ eyes and the cutest little smile and this cute little way her nose scrunched up when she did-

Kuroo was laughing at him. Kuroo was doubled over Bokuto’s shoulder, absolutely wheezing at him, and Bokuto no longer knew how to feel.

“Bro, not cool!”

“You’re just-” Kuroo started cackling, his signature loud witch cackle, and Bokuto felt his face flush red. The pretty barista made eye contact with him at the sound of Kuroo’s laugh, cocked an eyebrow, then went back to her order. The butterflies promptly returned to his stomach.

“The way you looked at her bro-” Kuroo hiss whispered. “Priceless.” 

“Get your shit together dude, you gotta be my wingman!”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Kuroo managed to choke out between laughs. “This is too much.”

“You’re horrible! I can’t be my own wingman! How am I supposed to hype myself up without looking like a complete jackass-”

Before Bokuto could finish, he realized that they were next up to order. Pretty __ Eyes looked at him and cocked her head, a shy, playful smile crossing her cheeks.

“Hi there! How can I help you today?” She chirped. Awh, even her customer service voice was adorable, he thought to himself. He sighed, trying to suppress a goofy smile on his face. Somehow, Kuroo got it together enough to stammer out, “Hey, hi, yeah, can I get uhhhh… iced latte with oat milk and vanilla flavoring please?” like a dork would.

Bokuto was so caught up thinking about how the prettiest girl in the world was somehow working at a cafe and not walking the runway, and why Kuroo would order something with oat milk out of all things, to even realize that he had to order next. Before he could snap out of his daze, he heard Kuroo laugh.

“Sorry about my friend. When he was born, all his brain cells were converted into sexy instead.”

The barista covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a laugh, and Bokuto felt a hot blush run up his neck. He would’ve punched Kuroo in the arm, but figured he had to keep his cool.

“I-” The barista giggled, not even trying to hold back her laugh. “I mean, yeah, good for him?”

“Oh yeah.” Kuroo leaned his arm up on the counter. There was nobody else behind them, and Kuroo knew what he was doing. “I mean look at the guy. Seventy four inches of pure, raw sex. Do you like volleyball?”

At this point, Pretty __ Eyes was borderline hysterics. Bokuto was starting to think Kuroo was less of a wingman and more of his own, personal jester.

“Yeah, I played in high school.” She responded. Cute, and played volleyball? Bokuto just felt the blush just hotter. 

“Yeah, this guy right here, Owlboy Sexyman, he was the fourth best ace in the country, don’t you know. Fukurodani’s captain.”

“Oh wow, you guys went to Fukurodani?”

“Nah, just him. I’m not even a fragment of how cool Mr. Sexyman here is.” Kuroo pointed at him with his thumb, then shook his head. “And he has a fat ass.”

She laughed, and shook her head.

“And does Owlboy Sexyman want anything today?”

At this point, Bokuto couldn’t hide his blush. He knew if he opened his mouth to start talking, he would end up sounding like a dog toy.

So he just stood there.

Kuroo sighed, and kicked him in the shin, which caused him to jump.

“Seems like he’s just too damn sexy today! No brain cells in sight. He’ll take a large iced hot chocolate with extra whip.”

“Sounds great.” She giggled. “Since you guys literally just made my whole shift, I’m gonna give you twenty percent off today.”

“Thank you, you’re a doll.”

When they stepped aside to pay for their drinks, Bokuto burst out laughing. Kuroo looked down at him, and choked back another cackle.

“Did you like what I did there?”

“You-” Bokuto snorted, “Are so fucking stupid.”

“Ah, it’s my specialty.”

“That definitely did not work at all. If anything, she probably likes you from that whole show you put on.”

“Nah, she didn’t look interested in me. Worst case scenario, at least we made a pretty girl laugh at your expense!”

“Yeah, I guess.” Bokuto shrugged.

“Iced latte for Kuroo!” Pretty __ Eyes called out, then handed the drink gingerly over to him. He took a dramatic sip, then sighed.

“Hits the spot.”

“How the heck do they even… milk an oat.” Bokuto muttered, and Kuroo shrugged.

“I dunno. How do they milk almonds?”

“Do almonds have boobs?” Bokuto asked, a little bit too loud.

“Iced hot chocolate for Owlboy Sexyman!”

The moment she announced this, Bokuto wheezed, and Kuroo spit his coffee out in the most violent, dramatic, and cartoonish way possible. Bokuto didn’t know whether or not to keep laughing, or start crying. Kuroo had iced coffee dribbling down his neck like a toddler, but even he himself couldn’t stop laughing.

Bokuto looked up to see Pretty __ Eyes hunched over the serving station convulsing as well. Bokuto walked over to her, and bowed his head in shame, all while laughing.

“I am so-”

“Who the hell are you two!” She stammered between giggles. Bokuto noticed her eyes were brighter when she laughed. He had managed to stop laughing but the smile on his face only grew. She was beautiful and he had no idea how to handle it.

“I am so, so sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” She shook her head. “Your friend has to clean that up, because I’m definitely not going to.”

“He will, he will. “Bokuto looked back over at Kuroo, who was still laughing to himself hysterically, his face buried in his hands. “I promise we’re not on drugs.” 

“Hey, it’s college. No judgement.” She smiled, Her fingertips brushed his as she handed him his drink. He noticed that she had scribbled her number on the side of the cup, and the dying blush on his face returned. His mouth gaped a little bit, then he looked back up at her.

“My name is not actually Owlboy Sexyman.”

“I would hope not.” She smiled. “I’m __, by the way.”

“I’m Bokuto.”

“Bokuto.” She repeated, then smiled. “We should hang out sometime. I don’t know many other people around here who play volleyball.”

“Oh, wow, I-” Bokuto nodded and smiled, looking a little bit dumb as he did. “That’s awesome! That’s great! That’s great.”

“See you around then?” She cocked her head. Bokuto nodded a little bit too aggressively.

“I’ll see you around!”

__ shot him one last smile before she turned around and walked back to the order counter. Bokuto sighed a deep sigh, and sat back down next to Kuroo, whose shirt was covered in spit and coffee.

“Dude, you did it.”

Kuroo looked up at him from his hands, and smiled.

“Shit, I would hope so, because this oat milk is fucking disgusting.”

[guessmonsta]

Bonjour mon cher! Acceptez-vous les demandes en français? J'adore ton travail en anglais, mais ce n'est pas ma langue maternelle :( Ne vous inquiétez pas si vous ne le parlez pas!

Salut! 

J'apprends et je parle le français depuis huit ans, et j'aimerais prendre des demandes en français. Je peux aussi écrire en espagnol, car je l'apprends depuis quelques années. Cependant, le français et l'espagnol ne sont pas mes premières langues, donc je ne pourrais écrire des “headcanons.” Je pourrais faire quelques erreurs, donc je m'excuse à l'avance. Tout ce que j'écris dans une autre langue, je vais aussi le traduire en anglais pour tout le monde.

De plus, si jamais je fais une erreur, s'il vous plaît corrigez-moi! Je suis toujours disposé à apprendre.

Hello! 

I have been learning and speaking French since I was eight, and I would love to take requests in French. I can also write in Spanish, because I’ve been learning it for a couple of years now too. However, French and Spanish are by no means my first languages, so I would probably only be able to take headcanons. I will probably make some errors, so I apologize in advance. Everything I write in another language, I will translate over to English for the mass majority on this account. 

Also, if I ever make an error, please correct me! I am always willing to learn. 

[guessmonsta]

some of y'all are not barbz and your vibes are absolute garbage 😔💅 it’s me 👑Jessie and Ari👱🏿‍♀️if they test📝me💅🏽they sorry😡ride his 🤫 like a Harley🏍then pull up⬆️off in his Ferrari🏎

This one ☝️is for the boys 👦🏿 with the booming📻 system top ⬆️ down⬇️, AC 🌬️with the cooler 🥶 system when he 🤴🏿 come up 🚗 in the club 💃 he be blazin'🔥 up got stacks 💸 on deck 🥵 like he savin' 💰 up 👯‍♀️

[guessmonsta]

lmao tb to when you absolutely annihilated atsumu in one of your posts and now his shady ass has been exposed i’m deceased

I still fucking hate atsumu to this DAY I cannot understand why y'all thirst for him

1. he literally bullied kageyama like what

2. he literally called his female fans PIGS for cheering and supporting him

3. just because he has an undercut doesn't mean he's all that are we forgetting THE OG UNDERCUT KING TERUSHIMA YUUJI? WHO ALSO HAS A TONGUE PIERCING?

y'all are whack and I cannot support your decision to stan. y'all are on your own with this one 😔✌️

[guessmonsta]

Hear me out- How do the boys act in quarantine?

LMAO STOP- also since you didn’t give me specific characters I’m just gonna choose fan favorites- 

Hinata doesn’t even know what the word quarantine means until Sugawara tells him. Immediately he freaked out, and he couldn’t even go a whole day before he started losing his mind. He woke up at 7 am the first day, and by noon he had already texted Kenma (several times), made Natsu and his mom a three course breakfast, bounced a volleyball off his wall until his mom yelled at him to stop because he was “going to knock all the paintings down”, and taken an ice cold shower, just because he could. He knows he has school work, but there’s no way he’s going to get to it. His mind is too occupied with volleyball, and how this lack of practice was going to make him “forget everything.” Needless to say, Hinata isn’t going to have fun. 

Kageyama, like Hinata, doesn’t understand what a quarantine is. Oh, it means he gets to stay inside all day? And he doesn’t have to go to school? Sounds perfect to him. Then he remembers that no school means no volleyball, and he slowly but surely starts losing his mind. Social distancing means he can’t even see his teammates to practice, so he forces his sister to toss to him at least six times a day, much to her distaste. As far as doing his work goes, he pretty much forgets it even exists. However, he does learn how to make a pretty mean milkshake after a couple of days. 

Tsukishima is in his own personal heaven. You’re telling him he doesn’t have to deal with people? For four weeks? He’s sold. He’s a natural born introvert, so when he was told he can go on with his life inside away from everyone else , it doesn’t affect him at all. He finishes his school work pretty early in the morning, then spends the rest of his time listening to that new album by his favorite band that he hasn’t had the chance to listen to yet, reading that new book he ALSO hasn’t had the chance to read yet, bake a strawberry shortcake for himself (and only himself, and maybe his mom, if she wanted some,) and facetime Yamaguchi, if he has the time. He’s absolutely loving it, if he’s being honest. 

Yamaguchi likes to say he likes to go with the flow, which is true, for the most part, but he’s absolutely gone stir crazy after the first week. Like Tsukishima, doing his work isn’t a problem. It’s become enjoyable, even, which is crazy of him to even say, because back in school he would’ve never thought that he'd be calling calculus enjoyable. He’s taken time to focus on his other hobbies outside of volleyball, like painting, playing the guitar (he isn’t very good at it, but he’s trying his best), and playing with his dog. However, he can’t deny that he’s gone absolutely crazy after a couple of days. On his third day of quarantine, he saw a flock of geese fly past his window, and he got so excited he almost fell off his bed. He’ll be fine though, just a changed man once he gets back out there. 

Bokuto can’t even stay in his house for a weekend, let alone four weeks. The news crushes him, and he immediately calls Akaashi to cry. Akaashi thought he could catch a break from babysitting Bokuto, but that wasn’t the case at all. If Bokuto isn’t bothering Akaashi in one way or another, (calling him, dming him, sending him snapchats, texting him, etc.) he has a daily plan laid out for himself, just because he can;t function without one. It looks something like this. 

6 AM: Wake up 

7 AM: Wake up again because you hit snooze the first time 

7:15 AM: Jerk off 

7:30 AM: Breakfast 

8 AM: Go for a jog 

9 AM: Jerk off 

9:30 AM: Wake Akaashi up 

And so on and so forth. Yes, he does have jerking off on his daily schedule, thanks for asking. What else did you expect? 

Kuroo has a full mental breakdown once he hears the news. Not only is he worried about volleyball, he’s worried about his school work. He has a future yunno? Are you listening to mother nature? He has a huge chemistry final in April, damnit, and he’s trying to go to Todai! For the first week, all he can think about is how all his final exams are going to run, and how he’s going to be able to do that huge lab project through Zoom webinars. After that first week passes though, he finds a groove for himself. Much like Bokuto, he has a schedule, and yes, jerking off is somewhere on there too. 

Kenma might as well be dead, as far as anyone knows. He was last seen at volleyball practice the Friday night before the news went out, and nobody, not even Kuroo, has heard from him since. But don’t worry, he’s most definitely alive, just buried somewhere under three blankets sleeping or playing video games. This is his heaven. You’re telling him he, by law, isn’t allowed to leave his house? He’s sold, absolutely sold. Only thing letting anyone out there know he’s alive is his gaming channel, who nobody but Kuroo follows. Kuroo has to drop the link to his latest live streams into their team group chat just to let everyone know that Kenma is still alive and well. A little bit too well.

[guessmonsta]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN YOI WROTE THAT KUROO CHEM NERD FIC BUT I JUST READ IT AND IM FUCKING CRYING LAUGHING PLEASE I CANT HES SO FUCKING STUPID I LOVE HIM “haha you bet!” BITCH I SCREAMED

LMAO I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT SKDKNDLW

My new aesthetic is Kuroo Tetsurou. We’re under quarantine rn so send me Kuroo asks I love him dumbass

[guessmonsta]

Kuroo x Reader- Wingman

Inconsistency is key. Everything I write is for my dear friend Emily. Anyway, here’s some fun, low-key raunchy, high-key reference-y Kuroo content for everyone in quarantine rn. Stay safe and wash your hands <3

Kuroo was, at some point tonight, going to lose his mind. 

He knew showing up to Bokuto’s stupid little “house party” was going to get him in trouble one way or another. By “house party”, Bokuto meant he was going to try to cram the volleyball team starters, his roommates basketball friends, a couple of girls, and miscellaneous friends on the side into his college campus dorm room. 

It ideally didn’t sound like much fun, but he was going to take whatever chance he got to get out of his dorm. As much as Kuroo got out in high school, in college he felt bound to chemistry textbooks and volleyball practice. He liked to joke around with his friends and say it wasn’t easy being smart, athletic, and sexy, but there really wasn’t anything sexy about under eye bags and lab goggles. 

He usually showed up to Bokuto’s dorm before anyone else did. His roommate was out of town, so it was just some volleyball guys and a few others for the night. Kuroo didn’t really mind, the basketball guys were too much to handle for him right now, anyway. A cluster headache started forming behind his right eye, and he must’ve made a stank face, because Bokuto started stifling laughter from the bed across the room. 

“Do you have to go take a shit or something?” He asked, picking up a pillow from the bed and chucking it at Kuroo’s head. 

“Nah. I’m just starting to think I peaked in high school.” 

“See? This is why you should’ve majored in business like me. I keep it cool, I keep it classy. I focus on three things, volleyball, whatever business majors do, and boobs.” Bokuto made a gesture as if he was flipping hair over his shoulder. Kuroo shook his head. 

“When I come up with a cure for stupidity twenty years down the line, you’re not getting any of it.” Kuroo stuck his tongue out, and Bokuto feigned shock. 

“I thought we were bros.” 

“Bros support bros. And you’ve gotta support me through fucking-” Kuroo took a deep sigh then exhaled, “Chemistry-y.” 

“Hey listen, you sound like a big major bum right now and it’s making me wanna hit you with another pillow.” 

“Do it, I dare you.” Kuroo grabbed the pillow previously thrown at his head, and spiked it back over at Bokuto, who dodged it. 

“I’ve got some cool people coming over though.” Bokuto exclaimed while contemplating on throwing the pillow back.

“Oh, like the guy who chugged three beers in a row last time and puked all over that one girls lap? And you had to calm her down from crying because All Star started playing from Shrek on the TV and we all were holding back laughter so she wouldn’t cry harder?” 

Bokuto made a face of disgust in response. “Absolutely not. It’s just gonna be me, you, Tendou ‘cause he’s got the goods, Ushijima ‘cause he makes me think god might just be a man, Yukie ‘cause she makes me remember god is actually a woman, a couple of Yukie’s girl friends ‘cause girl power, and __ too ‘cause she didn’t come last time and I miss her.” 

__ was Kuroo and Bokuto’s mutual friend they met in their first semester of college. She sat with them during their freshman orientation course, and they hit it off from there. She was a funny thing, always had bright eyes and a smile on her face. Kuroo noticed his cluster headache wasn’t as bad as he previously thought. 

There was definitely something about her that made Kuroo wish he had time for a serious relationship. Even then, he would make all the time in the world for her if he really could. He hadn’t seen her for a couple months- his only contact with her was sharing memes back and forth on Instagram. The thought of seeing her again made something flutter in his stomach. 

“Oh wait.” Bokuto must have noticed the look on Kuroo’s face, because he started laughing. “O-oh man I forgot you had a thing for __!” 

“I haven’t seen her in forever bro.” Kuroo looked up at Bokuto and fake pouted his lower lip. “Like if I could make that one puppy eye emoji face in real life I would do it.” 

“Awh, does somebody have a cwush?” Bokuto teased in a baby voice. 

“Yes.” He replied, in the same fashion. Then a smile extended on his face. 

“Du-ude if you told me __ was coming over I would’ve made myself look nicer. I’ve been wearing the same gray joggers for like, three days.” 

“College do be doing that to you, doe.” Bokuto got up, then flopped on the couch next to Kuroo. “Listen though, I’m your number one wing man. I gotchu.” 

“Do you mean that, bro?”

“Always, bro.” 

Without knocking, Tendou burst through the dorm door, holding a big brown bag of god knows what under his arm. 

“Your king has arrived.” He announced, and Ushijima awkwardly followed in behind him, muttering a respectful, “hello.” 

“I’m sorry, did I walk in on something… intimate?” Tendou glanced over at Kuroo and Bokuto, who were sitting closely together on the couch. 

“No bro, we’re just two bros, sitting on a dorm couch, one inch apart cause we’re comfortable with our sexuality.” Kuroo winked, and Tendou clutched at his heart in mock embarrassment. 

Yukie and her friends followed soon after, all carrying different bags of chips. 

“Just so y’all know.” Yukie announced, “All this food? It’s mine. None of you can touch it.” 

“Would you trade the bag of popcorn for a brownie?” Tendou winked. Yukie tilted her head, and nodded slightly. 

“I’ll see. Our offer still stands.” 

Another widespread conversation started, something about which movie to watch this time, or something along the lines of that. He heard “Bee Movie” and “Shrek 2”, but nothing more. All he could really think about was when __ was going to show up. He felt stupid for feeling nervous about seeing her again, especially when they were always so comfortable with each other. He had to stretch to try to calm the butterflies down in his stomach. 

Then there was a knock at the door. Bokuto quickly kicked him in the shin as a sign to stand up and get the door. Kuroo shot him a look, to which he only stuck his tongue out. Why the hell did he feel nervous getting the door for her? As far as he knew, they were only friends, just buddies, just bros. But god, even if he was dying to see her, he was sure hesitant to open that door. 

One he did, he was met with a bright smile and a playful punch to the forearm. 

“Aye!” She exclaimed, quick to then pull him into a quick hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” 

“I know! What happened, __? What have you been up to?” Kuroo was almost hesitant to hug her back, but allowed himself to for it. His hand creeped into her hair and he allowed himself to exhale deeply. Whatever was remaining of his headache from before vanished. 

“Man, it’s been the absolute pits. I’ve been swamped with work ‘cause of the new semester.” 

“Well, I’ve-” Kuroo caught himself quick before he could continue. “Bokuto and I have missed you a lot.” 

“Awh, really?” She chuckled. “I missed your dumbasses too.” 

She set her jacket down by everyone else’s, then was quick to take a seat next to Bokuto, who already pulled her into a hug and ruffled her hair. He was saying something to her, but Kuroo didn’t hear it. There was a quiet white static in the back of his mind that was dragging him in and out of reality. “The Road To El Dorado” was playing on TV. Who’s executive decision was this, again? 

Kuroo sat down next to __, and Tendou and two of Yukie’s friends sat down too. The couch was definitely too small for six people, but somehow they were making it work. Tendou was pretty much half a person, anyway. But what Tendou didn’t have, Bokuto definitely made up for.  Kuroo then noticed that he was right up against __’s body, and it took a lot of power in him to keep his cool. She had really nice thighs, really nice thighs that were touching his. He wondered if she knew that, that she had nice thighs. It was definitely a terrible day to be wearing gray joggers. 

Kuroo then quickly assessed the situation in his head. On one side of him, there was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She was dressed in this cute little oversized sweater and she smelled like a mix of pretty girl and coffee shop. On the other side of him, was Tendou, who didn’t nearly have half the sex appeal as __, so it was a conflicting situation for Kuroo for sure. 

“To pop a boner, or to not pop a boner, that is the question.” Kuroo thought to himself, then immediately made a face at his own thought. “Tetsurou, you’re so weird. You’re acting so weird right now.” 

Kuroo then looked over at __, who was now watching the movie with what seemed like half interest, half confusion. 

She really did look like an angel. 

“Tetsurou, do you hear yourself? Do you even hear yourself?” 

She then leaned her head against his arm, and he heard Bokuto snicker quietly, and shoot him a look. He could see his face out of the corner of his eyes, but refused to look over at him. 

“Oh my god, Tetsurou, you’re gonna pop a boner. You’re gonna pop a boner because she’s touching you and she’s so pretty- Do I go to the bathroom? Should we go to the bathroom?” 

Kuroo noticed her look up at him, and he was quick to catch her eye. 

“Is this bothering you?” She muttered. 

“Nah.” He smiled. “I get it, chicks dig these volleyball arms.” 

__ giggled quietly, and her attention was directed back to the movie. 

“Chicks dig these volleyball arms? Are you KIDDING me right now?” 

A couple more minutes passed in silence. There was a quiet mumbled conversation between Tendou and Yukie about those brownies, but Kuroo toned it out quickly. Suddenly, __ announced. 

“Y’all know what? Honestly? Tulio could get it.” 

Kuroo watched as Bokuto quickly shifted, and cleared his throat to reply, 

“Don’t you think Tulio kinda looks like Kuroo?” 

__ lifted her head up from Kuroo’s shoulder and looked at him, to which he tried to hold back a smile. Bokuto might not have been the smoothest wingman, but he made it work. 

“Oh shit, you’re right. I can see it.” 

Kuroo then sat there, saying absolutely nothing. He knew if he said something his voice would probably crack. There was nothing sexy at all about being related to a cartoon character, but it was kind of sexy that she said that he looked like a cartoon character that could get it. In some fragment of his mind, he started thinking about how she could totally get it. One of his arms slowly and inconspicuously fell between his legs. With the other, he flashed a quick peace sign and made a kissy face. 

Oh my god, he was gonna die tonight.

“__, do you think Kuroo could get it too?”

“I, for one, definitely think Kuroo could get it.” Tendou announced. Well, there goes his pants issue. 

“Thank you, bro.” Kuroo managed to spit out. 

“Kuroo could get it.” Ushijima muttered from the ground, which was the most anyone had gotten out of him all night. 

“I dunno, he’s not my type. But in the perfect world he could get it.” Yukie laughed.

“I mean shit.” __ shrugged. He wasn’t sure if it was from the lighting, or what, but Kuroo noticed her face flush red. “Yeah Kuroo could get it.” 

And pants. 

There was a wavering silence for another half hour. He was still hyper aware of her leg touching his, and every other minute detail about his setting, despite the movie. What was the movie even about, anyway?  It was about halfway through, then __ announced, 

“I have to go pee.” 

“Thank you.” Bokuto muttered in reply. 

As she stood up, Kuroo found himself grabbing her hand. 

“Hey, lemme go with you.”

“To… to pee?”

“No this, this is a guys dorm. You don’t wanna get lost going down to the general bathrooms and get caught by somebody.” Kuroo stammered slightly, but followed her out of the room. “You never know what kind of guys there are out there.”

“Awh, are you protecting me?” She cooed, bumping into his side lightly.

“Yeah. I am.” He shot her a quick smile, then looked away. His heart was pounding in his chest. This was the perfect opportunity to back her up against the wall and just kiss her, or something, but he couldn't find it in him to do it. 

People always liked to say he was the sexy friend. The attractive friend. The lady killer. The sex god. He had absolutely none of that, and it showed. 

“Hey, uhm, I hope you didn’t think it was weird when I said you could get it.” 

“Hey, hey, no offense taken.” He chuckled. “I’m just offended you weren’t serious.” 

The moment he said that, he quickly regretted it. She started laughing, but was quick to stop. 

“Wait, are you serious?” 

Kuroo then stopped walking and sighed, almost dramatically. 

“Listen.” 

“Listening.” 

He noticed her clasp her hands together underneath her baggy sweater sleeves. He inhaled sharply, then exhaled. 

“You’re really important to me. As a friend and as a human being.” Kuroo watched her sniffle, and her face go red. “I would use a stupid pickup line on you right now but I’m way too nervous. I really like you, __.” 

He watched a goofy smile spread across her cheeks. Her face only got redder as she looked down at her feet, then back up at him. 

“I never knew if you liked me or not cause you jokingly hit on everyone.” She smiled. “I like you too. I thought I made it pretty obvious.” 

“Oh my god, come here.” Kuroo then scooped her up in a hug, and placed a soft, tentative kiss on her lips. She stumbled a little bit, and he backed her up against the wall. He pulled away for a brief second to chuckle, then kissed her again, his heart slamming against his rib cage. He couldn't believe he actually did it, after all this time of pinning and waiting over her texts- 

__ then pulled away, but not before planting a soft kiss on his nose. 

“I like this a lot, Kuroo, but I still have to pee.” 

[guessmonsta]

Dares at Science Olympiad (Tsukishima Kei)

Y’all I really said geek and felt it 

Tsukishima didn’t like the girl with the “I Love Australopithecus Afarensis” shirt on. It was a good pun, sure, and he respected that. What he did not respect was, by wearing the shirt, this girl was practically telling everybody else waiting outside of the event, “I’m better than you are.” 

This was his second year competing in the fossils tournament in the local Science Olympiad. Karasuno never went really far, especially since the whole team was made up of six people- him, Yamaguchi, and Yachi making up half of it’s entity. Tsukishima thought it was fun though, it was something to do besides volleyball and  sitting in his bedroom staring at his ceiling while listening to music. It sure as hell gave him extracurricular points on his college applications, too. 

But that girl in the Australopithecus Afarensis shirt, what was her deal? She talked to her partner, a girl in an oversized maroon windbreaker, with such confidence and ease. No nerves, no wariness. Her grip on her reference binder was light. She made no motion other than her face muscles curling up into a smile. He didn’t know why, but she irked him. With a little more examining he concluded she as from Shiratorizawa, and that explained it. Shiratorizawa was always the highest ranking school in the competition. If their team didn’t win first, it went to Seijou, but the former was always a close second. Karasuno was lucky to even make fourth- Tsukishima got third in fossils last year and that in itself was a victory for Karasuno. Not that anybody paid attention to it, anyway. 

It was only a matter of time before the proctors opened the room to the event. Tsukishima grabbed his paper, a pencil, and sat down in front of the station with a model fossil of tiktaalik roseae, he knew it without even having to open up his reference binder. The girl with the pun of her shirt sat on the station to his right. Calymene blumenbachii, he noted, but the girl didn’t seem to have a clue. 

When the proctor sounded the buzzer to start the timer for the current station, Tsukishima didn’t waste any time in writing down his answer, but the girl took a moment to flip through her references to jot down the name. She must've spelled it wrong at first, because her partner giggled, and she hurriedly erased her error. The moment Tsukishima glanced over at her, she glanced over at him back. She smiled a mischievous smile, then set her pencil down. 

“Where do you go?” She hissed whispered. You weren’t technically allowed to talk during competitions, unless it was to your partner, and Tsukishima wasn’t about to break that rule and damage his score. 

“Hey! Blondie!” She said again. He looked over at here again and cocked an eyebrow, and she only grinned. He had a feeling her and Hintata would hit it off splendidly

“Karasuno.” He muttered in reply. 

“Karasuno! Really! We’re from Shiratorizawa” She laughed just a little too loud, and her partner elbowed her to quiet down. “Man, normally I would make a joke about how small your team is, but you totally kicked our ass at regional finals last year, so I can say anything about that.” 

Interesting. A science nerd and kept up with school sports. Maybe she wasn’t all that different after all, the girl with the pun on her t-shirt- Lucy.

“Wanna bet I’ll do the same right here, right now?” He smirked. This must’ve caught her off guard, cause her smile shrunk. 

“How much you wanna bet?” 

“I’ll decide after I beat you.” 

Making bets with strange girls from different schools was not very characteristic of Tsukishima. He wasn’t used to talking to people from different schools at all, really, besides the friends he was conditionally forced to make due to volleyball. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to bet her, he didn’t really care much at all. He was just playing into her silly little provocation game. Shiratorizawa students seemed to love to do that. 

The next station was called, and Tsukishima quickly wrote down his answer. The station the Lucy was at was a no-brainer for her. It seemed they were at par. At the next station, Tsukishima opened his references. 

The next several stations went like so, checking references and knowing the answers off the top of their heads. Lucy seemed to be doing most of the work for her partner, while her partner started writing down the answers. 

“How do you think you’re doing, Blondie?” Lucy whispered. 

“Better than you, Lucy” He teased. For a moment his eyes locked with hers. She cocked an eyebrow, and grinned. For a moment he felt his heart skip a beat, but as soon as it passed, a wave of regret washed over him. Oh, it was always the annoying ones.  

“Lucy, hm?” She smirked. “A man with culture, I see.” 

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that pun.”

“Does this look like astrophysics to you?” She smiled, picking up the model fossil on her station. She immediately set it down when she noticed the proctor swoop around behind her station. She didn’t say anything else to him until they reached the last station. 

Tsukishima didn’t know this fossil, nor could he find it anywhere in his references. He figured it was easier just to give up on it, just write down anything, really. 

“It’s Llallawavis.” Peeped a voice from next to him. Are you kidding? She was giving him the answers?

“Are you… giving me the answer?”

“Yes! It’s spelled L-L-A-L-L-A-W-A-V-I-S.” 

“I wasn’t aware this was a spelling bee.” 

“It is now. Just put it down.” So he did. 

It was interesting for her to hand him a point like that. Interesting for sure. Interesting for a girl wearing an “I Love Australopithecus Afarensis” shirt trying to make it seem like she was better than everyone else. He couldn’t help but hold back a small smile towards her. She noticed it, and grinned. Lucy was very smiley for a girl stuck in a room full of fossils and rocks. He was starting to wonder if she noticed him from volleyball. Maybe she watched the match last year and thought he was cute from the stands. It was very possible, she had made reference to the game already, and it wouldn’t be unlikely noting that after the game Suga got three Shiratorizawa girls numbers, and even one from a guy, too. 

The bell rang to dismiss the event. The proctor began to walk around and collect papers, and as she took Lucy’s, she looked right over at him. 

“Ever think of a bet?” 

“I’ll tell you at the ceremony.” 

Lucy and Tsukishima then parted ways at the door. He was hoping he’d actually see her at the ceremony. 

The ceremony was a long, treacherous reading of events that Karasuno didn’t have the manpower to participate in. Yachi won third place for the chemistry lab, and almost tripped over herself walking up to the stage to get the award. He hoped the bigger schools didn’t notice it, they’d do anything to attack small schools. 

But then came fossils, yes, fossils. The moment he had been secretly anticipating all night. Did he keep a straight face? Absolutely. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the sheer mass of the Shiratorizawa team, all decked out in maroon windbreakers waiting for their results. They had been cheering all night, running up stage to collect their awards. They were just anticipating another. 

“Fifth place. Ohgi Minami High.” The announcer said, almost monotonous. The school cheered as their representative walked up on stage. 

“Fourth place. Johzenji High” 

“Third place. Aoba Johsai High.” 

“Second place…” Tsukishima felt his heart start to beat faster. There was no way Karasuno had outranked Aoba, he was already done for. “Shiratorizawa Academy.” 

Out of the corner of his eye. Lucy shot up. She didn’t say anything, but he noticed her stare at him from across the room. He looked over at her, and smiled. There was no way he had placed first, not as a Karasuno student. 

“First place. Karasuno High.”

Or maybe he did. 

That was definitely a first. The shyer kids on the Karasuno team wouldn’t cheer, but Yamaguchi let out a loud, “WOO!” in response. Karasuno never won first, he was starting to think the proctor tampered with something just to pull the odds in his favor. 

Or maybe he just knew what he was doing, who knows. 

As he started to walk towards the stage, so did Lucy. She met him halfway, and, without warning, slapped him on the back. 

“Think of a bet yet, Blondie?” 

“Maybe.” He smirked, looking down on her as he walked up the stage and claimed his award, waiting for her at the bottom steps after she claimed hers. 

“What is it? Publicly denounce Shiratorizawa?” 

“Nah. I was thinking. Since you seem to love to talk so much, why don’t you go on a date with me?” 

“Huh?” He noticed her face grow pink, and so did his. Well, that was definitely bold of him. And it was definitely not the plan he had in mind. 

“You heard me.” 

“I don’t even know your name!” 

“Tsukishima Kei.” 

“Oh I-I’m __ __.” She smiled. Her confident demeanor was, for sure, crushed by his comment. “You’re really cool.” 

“So glad you think so, __. Yunno, I think Lucy suits you a lot better.” 

“You wanna stick with Blondie?”

“__ it is.”

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The ask box is open.were starting fresh.

[guessmonsta]

Oh, this was not happening. 

Sometimes Kuroo regretted letting it be known that he actually knew what he was doing in honors chem. From the beginning of his third year to the middle, the only thing that made him more popular was the fact that he knew how to tell the entropy changes for chemicals. He would’ve thought that being the captain of the volleyball team would have boosted his popularity, or maybe his cool new sports car his grandpa got him for his birthday, but no. His dorkiest talent shined through the rest of this year, and he wasn’t sure how to feel. 

It was a ritual for his phone to go off Sunday nights, and only Sunday nights. Every other night of the week, his phone was dry, and he didn’t mind that. All he needed was Bokuto and Kenma, anyway. Oh, but on Sunday, the day before everything was due, his phone was like a waterfall. Girls he had never even seen in person texted him winky faces asking him how his day was. They bribed him with offers of coffee and food and invitations to parties. Boys liked to gas up his sport, they asked him how volleyball was going, when the next home game was, only to end it with, “hey, so about that chem homework?-” 

Quite frankly, Kuroo was sick of it. 

Going through his Snapchat, he could only see a list of complete strangers. To anyone else, this would be a social accomplishment, to him, it was sad. 

Half way through the list, once certain name caught his eye. __ __. 

He didn’t know her very well, but he was pretty sure she made the “List Of Pretty Girls Whose Hand I Would Like To Hold and Maybe Even Buy Her A Teddy Bear and Possibly Something Else if You Catch My Drift” list he made with Bokuto a while back. It almost disappointed him that she was coming to him for the same reason everyone else did. 

She didn’t ask him for answers at all, in fact, he couldn't remember a time she asked anybody for help in chemistry. He figured she was pretty smart herself, or maybe she was just incredible at bullshitting. Either way, he had to hand it to her. 

He opened her message, and immediately regretted it. 

“Hey, Kuroo. I'm sure you get this a lot and stuff and I’m super sorry.”

“But I’ll send you my tits for the chem homework answers.” 

Excuse me, her what?

He had to save the message, swipe out, and swipe back in again. 

Was it silly for him to be embarrassed?

Along with being good at chemistry, Kuroo was almost always pinned down as some sort of sex god at Nekoma. He was sure he was the only exception in all of humankind to both be a chemistry nerd and a so called “sex-god.” 

If he was being honest, he hadn’t even had his first kiss yet. 

But oh, something about those messages excited him. 

“Don't devalue yourself like that.”  He replied. She immediately bounced into the message. 

“So full body pics?”

“You don’t have to send me nudes. I’ll just send the answers. You never ask anyway and the homework was pretty hard.” 

“I’m still going to send you my tits.” 

“I swear to god __, you don’t have to.” 

He said this, but he didnt mean it. He was hoping she had the nerve to still send them. Already having the answers in his phone, he sent them to her in chat, which she quickly saved. She gave no reply. No thank you. No words. But her avatar still showed. He was nervous. 

Then it showed that she sent one picture. And after one picture, came another. Then two more. He felt his throat run dry. 

He wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t use herself like that. That her body wasn't meant for getting something out of people. 

But it was him, and he wanted it. 

He opened the first picture. It was her in her bathroom mirror with her shirt and pants off. He had to take a deep breath to keep himself from making a noise. Did he screenshot? Did he skip? Did he close his eyes? 

If he screenshotted, then it would make him seem untrustworthy, like he would go out and show all his volleyball friends (who don’t give a shit about girls in the first place, excluding Yamamoto.) But he wanted to screenshot, he wanted to badly. The angel and devil summoned on his shoulders. He was a nice guy, really. He didn’t want to do this to a girl and make her feel like she owed him something because her naked body was on his phone. 

He skipped to the next picture, then the next. As she promised, her bra was now lost somewhere else in that bathroom. He had to exhale again. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and set his phone down on the counter. For a moment he almost laughed, wondering how being good at chemistry wound him up in a situation where a girl was sending him pictures of her boobs. 

The final picture was of her butt. It was a nice surprise, since she hadn’t mentioned that in the first place. In his mind he tried to make light of the situation, but __ had definitely now gotten his attention. He wasn't sure what her plan was, did she think he was just a hornball teenage boy who would pay her for her body? Because he definitely wasn’t that, not at all, even if he had set it up to look like that. Was she doing this so he would notice her? He already had, and all she had to do was hit him with a science pun, or something. Out of all the things he expected out of her, boobs were the last thing on his list. 

“I really don’t know what to say.” he said in the chat. 

“Thanks for the answers ;)” 

“Thanks for the boobs” 

“All yours ;)” 

Kuroo didn’t know what to say next. If he could laugh awkwardly in text, he would. 

“Hahaha. You bet!” 

Kuroo then shut off his phone, and set it back on his desk. 

Well, that was a good enough reason why he didn’t answer his phone Sunday night.