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cw: brother's bsf kuroo, sneaky lînk?, your brother will kill him if he finds out, lots of makeout, semi-public, fingering, p in v, they nearly get caught (all the characters are 18+)

“don’t even think about flirting with my sister.”

your brother’s voice cuts sharp the second kuroo steps through the door, all lean muscle and that infuriating smirk. kuroo laughs, rough and dismissive, like it’s the dumbest thing he’s heard all week.

“why the hell would i flirt with your sister? she’s probably, what—twelve?”

he’s cocky, so sure of himself. until you walk in.

you’re not twelve. you’re a grown ass young woman, all soft curves and glossy lips, wearing a sundress that clings to every inch of you like a second skin. your eyes meet his, and something dangerous sparks. kuroo’s smirk falters.

“oh,” he mutters, voice low. “shit.”

he tries to keep his distance. tries to be good. but kuroo’s never been subtle.

he’s always lingering. watching you laugh, your head tilting in a way that makes his cock twitch. his eyes drag over your shorts riding up, your shirt hugging your tits when you lean. it’s a slow burn, heat pooling in his gut until it’s unbearable.

you notice. you always do.

you catch him staring when you suck juice off your thumb, his jaw ticking. catch his fists clenching when you stretch, your tank top teasing a glimpse of skin. catch the way his voice drops when you say kuroo-san like it’s a fucking spell.

he’s your brother’s best friend. loyal, dependable kuroo tetsurō. but he’s a man, and you’re a temptation he can’t ignore.

it’s late, past midnight. your brother’s passed out upstairs, the house dead quiet except for the fridge’s hum. you’re in the kitchen, barefoot, in a loose t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts, digging for a snack. the fridge light spills across the floor, casting shadows.

kuroo appears in the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, cock already half-hard against the fabric. his hair’s a mess, like he’s been tossing in bed, thinking of you. his eyes rake over you, dark and hungry.

“couldn’t sleep?” you tease, voice soft, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

he steps closer, the doorframe creaking. “something like that.”

you lean against the counter, your shirt riding up, showing the curve of your hip. his gaze locks there, shameless.

“you’re staring,” you murmur, echoing that hallway moment weeks ago.

he smirks, closing the distance, his thigh brushing yours. “can you blame me?”

your breath catches. the air crackles, thick with want. his hand grazes your arm, and you feel the heat of him, the hard line of his cock pressing against you through his pants. you tilt your head up, lips parting, and his eyes fix on your mouth.

“he’ll kill you,” you whisper.

“worth it.”

his mouth crashes into yours, hot and desperate, tasting like sin. you kiss him back, fierce, hands tugging his hair, pulling him closer. his tongue teases yours, and you moan into his mouth, the sound making his cock throb. he groans, gripping your hips, grinding against you.

he lifts you onto the counter, the cold granite biting your thighs. your legs spread, and he steps between them, his cock pressing against your cunt through your shorts. you’re already soaked, and he can probably feel it.

“fuck,” he mutters, kissing you again, sloppy and hungry.

his hands slide under your shirt, rough palms grazing your skin, thumbs brushing your nipples. you arch into him, gasping as he tugs your shirt up, exposing your tits. his mouth moves to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, and you whimper, tilting your head for more.

his fingers hook into your shorts, yanking them down with your panties. they hit the floor, and you’re bare, your cunt glistening under the dim light. he stares, licking his lips like he’s starving.

“god, your pussy’s fucking perfect,” he groans, voice wrecked.

his hand slides between your thighs, fingers finding your slick heat. you gasp when he teases your clit, circling slowly, watching your face as you bite your lip to keep quiet. the house is silent, the risk of getting caught making your pulse race, but it only makes you wetter.

“quiet, baby,” he murmurs, lips at your ear. “don’t want him hearing you take my fingers, do we?”

you shake your head, but it’s hard to stay silent when he slides two fingers into your cunt, curling them just right. your hips buck, and he pins you with his free hand, keeping you still as he fucks you with his fingers, slow and deep. the wet sound is filthy, and you’re dripping, coating his hand.

“kuroo-san!,” you whimper, barely a sound, and he smirks, loving how you say his name.

“fuck, i love that,” he says, kissing you to swallow your moans.

his fingers move faster, thumb rubbing your clit, and you’re close, so close, nails digging into his shoulders. the thrill of your brother upstairs, the creak of the counter, it’s all too much. when you cum, it’s with a choked gasp, your pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking them.

he doesn’t let you catch your breath. he’s tugging his sweatpants down, freeing his cock—thick, hard, the tip already leaking. your eyes widen, and your mouth waters, but there’s no time. he grips your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your legs wrapping around him.

“you sure?” he asks, voice strained, cock brushing your cunt.

you nod, desperate, and he doesn’t wait. he pushes into you, slow and thick, stretching your cunt in a way that makes you gasp. he’s big, splitting you open, but the burn feels so fucking good. he stills, letting you adjust, his forehead against yours, both of you panting.

“fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” he groans, voice raw.

you shift, urging him to move, and he does, pulling back to thrust deeper. the counter creaks, but you don’t care. his cock fills you, hitting every spot that makes you see stars. he fucks you steady, hard, his hands bruising your hips. you bite his shoulder to muffle your moans, and he hisses, slamming into you harder.

“you feel so fucking good,” he pants, lips grazing your neck. “been dreaming of this cunt for a while.”

you clench around his cock, and he groans, pace faltering. he lifts your leg over his shoulder, the angle letting him sink deeper, his cock dragging against that spot inside you that makes you tremble. you’re close again, the pressure building fast, your cunt gripping him.

“cum for me,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “let me feel this pussy squeeze my cock.”

his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles, and you shatter, cumming hard, your cunt pulsing around his cock. you bite your lip to keep from screaming, and he fucks you through it, thrusts growing sloppy. when you tighten around him, he groans, low and wrecked, and cums deep inside you, filling your cunt with heat.

you’re both still, panting, his cock still buried in you. then, a creak from upstairs makes you freeze. your eyes widen, and kuroo pulls out fast, your mixed cum dripping down your thighs. you scramble for your clothes, heart pounding, as he yanks his sweatpants up.

“shit, shit, shit,” you whisper, pulling your shorts on, cum still slick between your legs.

he’s grinning, the bastard, handing you your shirt and stealing a quick kiss. footsteps hit the stairs, and you dive for a water bottle, trying to look normal. your brother stumbles in, half-asleep.

“what the hell are you two doing up?” he mumbles.

“just grabbing a snack,” you say, voice shaky.

kuroo leans against the counter, smirking like he didn’t just fuck you raw. “couldn’t sleep.”

your brother grunts, grabbing water and shuffling off. the second he’s gone, kuroo’s eyes lock on yours, dark and promising.

“next time,” he whispers, “we’re locking the fucking door.”

you shiver, knowing you’re already hooked.

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Georgina leech's outfit is giving lady dimitrescu vibes. Am I wrong?

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I just binge watched all the alien stage episodes for the first time and I have this very big bag of emotions right now....

Like I don't even know what I just watched. Am I sad or do I feel bad?

Idk maybe I'm still trying to process it.....

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YOU'RE TELLING ME WE GET TO HAVE OUR OWN BABY MALLEUS!?!🖤💚

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Unwind

Taking care of Kuroo after a long day at work

[ Timeskip Kuroo x Reader ]

Content: Fluff and a bit of smut

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The sound of the front door clicking shut was followed by a heavy sigh. Kuroo dropped his bag by the entrance, rolling his shoulders as he toed off his shoes. You didn’t even have to look up from the couch to know how exhausted he was—his usual cocky energy had dimmed, replaced by sluggish movements and a tension in his posture that made your heart ache.

“Tough day?” you asked, setting your phone aside as he shuffled toward you.

Kuroo huffed, running a hand through his already messy hair before flopping onto the couch beside you. “You have no idea.”

You smiled softly, reaching up to push his bangs back from his forehead. “Wanna talk about it?”

He groaned, leaning into your touch like a cat seeking warmth. “Not really. Just wanna sit here. With you.”

Your fingers traced soothing patterns against his scalp, and he sighed again—this time, less frustrated, more relaxed. Slowly, he sank further into you, until his head was resting in your lap.

“You’re really letting me baby you today, huh?” you teased, scratching gently at his scalp.

His eyes flickered open just enough to give you a lazy smirk. “You like it.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it. Moments like this, where he let down his guard and let himself need you, made your heart swell.

“Stay here,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead before gently lifting his head off your lap.

He groaned at the loss of contact but didn’t protest. “Where you goin’?”

“To run you a bath,” you called over your shoulder. “You’ll feel better after.”

By the time you finished setting up the warm water, adding in a bit of soap that smelled like cedarwood and citrus (his scent), Kuroo had already shuffled into the bathroom, leaning lazily against the doorframe.

“You’re spoiling me,” he murmured, voice low as his tired eyes drank you in.

You stepped closer, reaching up to tug at his tie, loosening it before slipping it from his collar. “You deserve it.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, watching you with something softer, deeper than his usual teasing. He let you work in silence, unbuttoning his dress shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, running your fingertips along the tense muscles of his back.

The shift in atmosphere was slow but unmistakable.

His hands found your hips, sliding beneath the fabric of your shirt, warm palms against your skin.

“You take such good care of me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just below your ear.

You shivered, fingers pausing against his belt buckle. “Someone has to,” you teased, though your voice was already breathier than before.

Kuroo chuckled, low and rough. “That so?” His lips trailed lower, grazing over your jaw before capturing your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed—no, he was savoring it, tasting you, melting into you after a long, exhausting day.

Kuroo kissed you like he was making up for lost time. Slow, deep, and a little desperate. His hands slid beneath your shirt, fingers splaying across your back as he pulled you closer, pressing his body flush against yours. The heat from his skin seeped into you, a stark contrast to the cool air of the bathroom.

“You always know how to take care of me,” he murmured against your lips, voice thick with exhaustion and something darker, heavier.

Your fingers fumbled with his belt, undoing the buckle as he let out a low chuckle. “Impatient?”

You shot him a look, tugging it free in one swift motion. “Says the one who couldn’t even wait until after his bath.”

Kuroo smirked, hands gripping your waist as he backed you up against the bathroom counter. “Can you blame me?” he murmured, dipping his head to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “Long day… missed you…”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine, and your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, threading through the dark strands as he sucked gently at your pulse.

“You should let me take care of you,” you whispered, letting your hands wander lower, trailing over his toned stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants.

Kuroo’s breath hitched, and for a second, he hesitated—like he wasn’t used to letting someone else be in control. But then he exhaled, leaning against the counter, letting his head fall back as he gave you everything.

“Yeah?” he rasped, eyes hooded, lips slightly parted. “Then take care of me, baby.”

And who were you to say no to that?

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FUKUROUDANI VS MUJINAZAKA AND VS THE LITTLE GIANT OH MY GOD THIS IS NOT A DRILL AND IT'S NOT THE FINAL MOVIE WHAT IF THEY MAKE THE MSBY VS BLACK JACKALS I'M GOING TO CRY I LOVE HAIKYUU i'd give anything to see time skip kei animated tbh

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Summarized transcript of the Twisted Radio episode with Diasomnia! 🐉🦇⚔️⚡️

Highlights: A very good episode, all the Diasomnia VAs love their characters and each other’s characters and each other and it is very obvious when they interact.

Disclaimer: These are not direct quotes, this is all general summarizations and paraphrasing~

Begins with how they are happy to be all together in one place, for the first time in two years.

The opening talk set by last week: what do you find yourself buying when you travel?

⚡️It seems 🦦-kun wanted to buy a dragon sword… 🐉 I’ve bought one before. 🦇 Why wwww 🐉 In elementary school

On topic: 🐉 I love milk. Every time I go some place I buy milk to drink. A recent musical I was in traveled nationwide and the milk in Hokkaido is different depending upon the area. I was so happy.

🦇I like to get things to remind me of the trip. It doesn’t matter what they are. It doesn’t even have to be related to the area. Just a prize from a Game Center or a gacha toy or anything is fine.

⚔️ Dragons. Apparently they’re growing in popularity. 

He talks about how around high school everyone loses interest, but then you become an adult and are like “actually yeah dragons are great” ww

🦇 We should get on that bandwagon. Officially recognized by Diasomnia ww ⚔️ We have the most noble and beautiful dragon of them all 🦇 Out of all the dragons that there are, he certainly stands out

(Everyone is laughing so much they are having so much fun)

⚡️I like getting fruit or something that was made from things grown in the area, even if it’s temporary, to remember the taste

(⚡️ is the host so it is his job to keep them on subject ww there are a lot of cuts in this episode, they must have talked for so long and needed to cut it down)

Fan letter: I had a dream where I talked about how wonderful Malleus-sama is for ten hours. What strange dreams have you had before?

⚡️I have been seeing the same dream since I was a kid. A kind of horror dream. The same dream where I am being chased by something. 

⚔️ There are dreams I had as a kid that really left an impression on me. I remember them pretty well. Like one where I became a character from a cartoon that could fly. I became one of the main characters. An enemy would appear, someone would say “Let’s go!” and they’d all naturally start to fly. And even though I was a main character, I’d say “Let’s go!” and I was the only one who wouldn’t be able to fly. Everyone else flew off and I couldn’t. I was the main character and they all left me behind. I started crying that I couldn’t fly and then I woke up.

🦇 I’ve had a dream about situation where I could fly, too. Even though I could fly, when I jumped from somewhere high up instead of going straight I would go fly upwards, then think, “Yeah, I can fly,” and that is when I could go forward. I perform safety checks within my dream.

🐉 In a dream I had in university I could fly, but just some light floating. Everyone else travels very quickly, and at first I can as well, but then I get lower and lower, and soon I am floating about 5cm. I’m technically flying, but…I saw that dream a lot.

(This entire story ⚔️ is in the background dying of laughter)

About Malleus

He was very mysterious when he first appeared. ⚡️ says he had the feeling from the start that he was a very good character. 

🦇 He had an atmosphere of someone who is difficult to go near.

⚔️ I like Malleus-sama even more now than I did before. Not just what about him that is firm but his soft side, his warm side, his cold side—we can see so many aspects of his character now, which has made him even more captivating. Because he is so mysterious something even more wonderful than what I had imagined has emerged—that is the impression I have of him now.

🦇 They did a great job with his casting. I didn’t really know anything at first, but doing this for so long, you can tell how perfect 🐉-kun is for this part. 

🐉 I’m so happy :D

🦇 Of course everyone wants to know more in the beginning because of his cool voice, but 🐉-kun has a kindness to him. And that is what I came to understand. They took that into account when they chose him. When I figured that out, I was extremely impressed. This isn’t something that just anyone can do. It’s not enough to just provide a cool character voice. It’s a distinct charm that he has.

⚔️ The character is really packed with substance, but there’s still space left, and you can sense that mysteriousness. Because there is so much going on inside of him there are things for you to grasp at while simultaneously stirring your imagination. I really sense that.

🦇 When you try to think of other seiyuu like that, no one really comes to mind. It has to be 🐉-kun.

🐉 Is it okay if I start to cry?

⚔️ And when he sings…

⚡️ That humming…

⚔️ That was amazing.

🐉 That was so hard to do. They told me, “please hum like you mean it,” and I thought, “what is humming that you mean?” Humming that follows a melody, that becomes a sound. I had never done that before. It was really hard. We tried several different patterns.

⚔️ It was scary. Both an ending and a beginning.

🦇 But as the story continues I find him cute, too. And 🐉-kun is cute, too.

(Everyone is laughing, I think ⚔️ is going to die here)

🦇 No I’m serious, really, really. 

🐉 While portraying Malleus the difficult thing is always not showing too much emotion,.The direction I am always receiving is “you can’t become human.” They’ll say, “that take sounded just like a regular guy.” The balance of how his normal is not normal for a human is always hard to do. And post-overblot Malleus—they’ll tell me, “Sorry, but Malleus sounds kind of scary.” I often get told “can you control the darkness a bit.” But through all that how do I still portray Malleus-ness…

🦇 The more you read for a character the more you come to understand them, but Malleus was last.

🐉 There was a lot of uncertainty in the beginning. I have concluded that he is cute. He’s a child. He’s been alive longer than the others, but his emotional state hasn’t caught up to that. He has so much power, but he lacks the normal concept of common sense. Things that are common sense to him are not so to others. I am always trying to portray that unusual dichotomy.

⚔️ talks about being able to see Malleus grow up in Book 7 through the different milestones were see in the flashbacks. There are places where he has always been the same but parts about him that have evolved. ⚔️ tells 🐉 that it seems like that must have been hard.

🐉 It was so hard.  I think there’s probably a way of interacting with Malleus that's in line with how he understands things, even though I don't fully understand it. When encountering him for the first time, people around him might think, 'Wow, he doesn’t react at all!' But Malleus does react in his own way. I would receive many detailed directions like 'Please be surprised!' or 'Please react!' I didn’t create this performance all by myself, it has come together from the efforts of the staff, and I’m really grateful for that. I tend to lose track of what was the right way to approach things as Malleus. You can get confused between doing events and the main story, so getting back into the right mindset every time is pretty tough.

About Silver

🐉 I thought he was really cool when I saw him the first time.

⚡️ I think it’s cute how he falls asleep—he’ll wake up, apologize, and then immediately sleep again.

🦇 He’s really pretty.

🐉 I thought he had a beautiful face the first time I saw him.

⚔️ My portrayal of him hasn’t really changed since the beginning. We’ve gotten more information and there is more of a backbone now, and of course things change when new things are revealed. Even from the beginning he wasn’t just a cool character, he had a naturalness to him, and not just that he spaces out, but he tries to solve his problems with physical strength. Like in Book 7 with “if I hit it that will fix it.” I think his humanity is being expressed more these days.

🦇 It took a while, yeah?

⚔️ It took so long.

🦇 It took us a while to get to Malleus, too, but he had the impact of his first appearance. Silver didn’t have anything.

Now they’re talking about Lilia’s farewell party and Malleus and Silver crying together and not knowing how to express their emotions. Trying to be mature. 

⚔️ He’s being a big brother to Silver!!

🦇 I figured something was coming soon, after that. And it went in an intense direction.

⚔️ There is so much about them that is a family. Father is Lilia, and Malleus-sama has a big-brother nature to him.

🐉 You really feel their familial relationship.

⚔️ He felt some responsibility. If the little brother starts to cry, the older brother—

🐉 He can’t cry.

⚔️ He’ll get desperate to try and be strong and try to solve the problem.

🐉 Like he has to step up.

🦇 So it was Silver’s fault.

⚡️⚔️🐉wwwwww

⚔️Not all of it. Silver would never say this, but the reason things became so difficult for the two of them is…their love for their father.

🦇 Sebek and Silver are a good combination, too.

⚔️ Such a good combination~~~

🦇 They’re complete opposites but they’re also surprisingly similar.

⚡️They’re both so honest.

🐉 They’re honest and serious and good kids, both of them.

⚡️ They never had the opportunity to show emotion like that until 7. They are both very quick to cry.

🐉 They’re so much alike.

⚡️I guess this is what happens when you’re raised together with someone. I think Silver is the older brother, looking from Sebek’s perspective. There is a moment where Sebek is scolded for the first time. In the moment, when I was reading, ⚔️’s portrayal really is angry. I even said it, “He finally scolded him for the first time.”

About Sebek

⚡️I think he empowers himself by speaking so loudly. Once he decides on doing something, he goes straight for it, true to his unique magic. With how strongly he sticks to his principles it’s like he could overcome any obstacle, like in that scene he had with Silver, but it was very cute that he actually loses there.

⚔️THAT WAS SO CUTE. That was a great part. 

(⚔️ is literally yelling into his mic about how cute Sebek is)

⚡️The fact that he was able to get out the words he really wanted to say after he lost the fight shows that he does want to say what is on his mind but there is a wall that he has to break down, and then he can move forward. That is a moment where you can really understand Sebek-kun’s feelings. And once he lets his emotions out, they’re out w

🐉 He can’t put the lid back on. Everything spills out.

⚔️ (dying in the background)

⚡️talks about how much effort Sebek puts into everything and he reads so much and there is so much he wants people to know, which is why he is so loud.

🦇Sebek and Silver have both had a lot more lines recently. Doesn’t your voice get worn out during recordings?

⚡️It doesn’t! I do stretches and things before recordings. I figured out that I need that kind of physical exercise to prepare.

About Lilia

⚡️ Mom.

🐉 A cute mom.

⚡️There was a lot of gaps* in 7.

*I can’t figure out a good way to say this in English. It is the difference between what you expect and what something really is.

🐉 Too many gaps, it was so surprising.

🦇 I had heard nothing about any of that.

⚡️ I had an image of him as someone who is gentle and cute and a senpai who enjoys pranks and looks out for others…

🦇 He used to be completely different.

⚡️And there was egg-sama.

🐉 Egg-sama w

⚡️⚔️It’s not inaccurate.

🦇 I have done a lot of crying scenes before. When you first look at the script it hits you, and when you think about how you have to portray what you just read so that the people listening to your performance feel the same emotion—there is a pressure to that. I can’t be the only one crying. I have to make others cry.

⚔️ Something that 🦇-san said (during the special talk show that 🦇 and 🐉 did together last year talking about Book 7 just the two of them) that I really liked and wanted to ask about: You and Baul’s VA Koyasu-san (🐊) have been performing together a lot over the years. And you came back together for the first time in a while for this. You said that you didn’t want to give him the impression of “So this is what 🦇 is like these days.” So there was that pressure, you didn’t want to give an embarrassing performance in front of him, and I realized that you have a passionate spirit that you don’t really show, in my opinion—but it’s there! I got really excited about that.

🐉 I was surprised, too, that even 🦇-san has those same thoughts.

⚡️Same!

🦇 Of course I do. The pressure was intense. I am glad that we were able to record together, but…

And with the Chapter 13 release announcement they say they have permission to share this information:

🦇 and 🐉 were able to record together!

🐉 It was amazing. It was truly an amazing time for me.

🦇 It was our first time performing together.

Upcoming calendar review~ and done!

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5 Years into the future - part 1.

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no 💢💢💢

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Me whenever I see an Aceyuu fanart after what happened in book 7:

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Kuroo Tetsurou x F!Reader

Title: “Oh yeah?”

Warnings: none

Enemies to lovers

Chapter 2 / ?

Chapter 1., 3

You spent most of your nights, putting together things for the team.To prove that you were good at this job, that you weren’t a joke for a manager.You spent most of your free time during class carefully organising a player rotation sheet for the upcoming training camp because it would be useful for the team. You spent so much time coming up with the perfect schedules.

Just for Kuroo to take one look and completely ignore them.

“Kuroo for once be mature.I spent time on this.Time FOR the team.”

“It’s useless,so why would we need it.”

“Guess a manager is useless then?”

“You know what.Great suggestion.We.dont.need.you.”

“Your’e a jerk.Dont come crying to me when your team coordination goes shit.” You say snatching them out of his hands.

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“Y/n you know he doesn’t mean it.We need you.” Kenma says as he clicks away at his game.

“As much as that’s nice to hear Kenma. Tell that to your ass of a leader or whatever he believes he is.I worked hard on those rotations just for him to completely disregard them.”

“Yea he was wrong for that.You're rotations are what keep the rest of us from messing up.” Lev says plopping down beside you on the lunch table.

You look up to see said person walking towards the table.

Thats my queue to leave.

“I’ll see you guys whenever I see you.” “You're not coming to practice.” You hear that voice.It was more of a statement than a question. “Nahhh.Managers are usless. Well I’m usless anyways.” You say picking up your tray and moving away.

“I didn’t say you were usless…” "So we're lying now? Wait you know what I dont care."

“Wait up, uh can I speak to you?” You hear Fukunaga speak putting his tray away with you.

“Yea of course.Are you okay?” You asked kinda worried.You’d never spoken to him outside of the club,so this was really weird for you.

“Im fine.What about you?”

“Ive been better.Its frustrating yk, he knew that I worked hard on these so for him to just scan over it and say they’re not needed is upsetting.”

“Yea that was pretty messed up.I know that hes my friend and captain, but we do need you,your rotations keep us in check ,without them it would be a disaster.” He sighs. “Look just come to practice, to piss him off, and to be there for the rest of the team.”

You thought about it.Why did you let him get to you.How did you let the rooster haired looking ass dude tell you, you were useless.How could you literally forget that Nekoma does not revolve around him.

“You’re so right…” You laugh slightly. “I’ll be there.”

…

"So you showed up." Mr Captain speaks. You simply nod. "you know-" "Alright guys rotations sheets are on the benches! Grab one if you think it would be useful." You emphasise the word useful as you interrupt him.

You're mission today was to completely ignore him.You weren't gonna give him the benefit of the doubt. "Uh hey." Kuroo says as he awkwardly sits down on the bench beside you. "Lev do you mind grabbing the bibs on the top shelf in the storage room please." "Hey." he says again. "oh and the rest of you set up the nets pleaseee." You say standing up. "Hey." He grabs your wrist. "Why are you ignoring me?" "I have no reason to talk to you right now." You say bluntly. "Did you plan on actually playing today or are you here to sit and chat?" Kuroo wasn't used to that.You always argued back, always held eye contact.But right now there was ?

Nothing.

Just the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor,the steady squeak of sneakers, and a very unsettling silence between you.

"Y/n…oi come on, don't be like that-"

Your focus was on point. Calling out drills, fixing up lineups, making sure everything ran smoothly.Doing exactly what he had told you ,you were useless at. "Mr Captain, If you'd be so kind and join your team now.You have practice to do." You say placing down your clipboard. "I will be right back, but please do continue warmups." You find your clipboard covered in stupid,dumb doodles of little cats scattered around the (luckily)empty page. "Why." You say walking up to Kuroo (because who else would it be.) at the serving line,pointing at the one big cat drawing to the side. "Talking to me now?and .....he's our new mascot." "You are a grown man-" You say biting back a smile. "Debatable." "I hope you enjoy doing laps,Captain." You smirk at the Coach. Kuroo laughs unserious until he realises that you're 100% deadass.

"Wait,hold on wha-"

You love that Coach Nekomata is your uncle.So having these privileges was so funny.Oh and no one knows except Yaku.

You hear the whistle blow. “Coach says 6 laps for all of you.Kuroo 9 laps. GO!” “Wait Y/n.Before we start practice.um.” Kuroo clears his throat. “Sorry I called you usless.The rotations are very helpful but you gotta admit itt you’re always too busy pretending you don’t like me.”

“Coach make that 10 laps for Captain Kuroo Tetsurou.” You laugh slightly seeing his frown. “I almost forgave you-last part was unnecessary.But seriously shut up and focus.”

“Hey no fairr…”

“I think its pretty fair from the shit you’ve said to me this week.Now get outa my sight.” You say pushing him away.

“Whatever!”

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Kuroo tetsurou x F!Reader

Title: “oh yeah?”

Enemies to lovers(we love)

Chapter 3

Chapter 1, 2

Training camp time!!!

You were pumped to have other schools you had never met before come to Nekoma.

You stood waiting by the minibuses with the nekoma boys behind you ready to greet them.

A ginger boy who you know from Kenma is Hinata, comes running up scaring the shit out of you.

“WOAHHH ANOTHER PRETTY GIRLLL!!!” This earning him a smack in the head from who Im assuming is their captain.

“Dont be disrespectful!! Nishinoya,Tanaka stop drooling you’re scaring her.” Daichi shouts.

“Nono its okay,it’s quite cute.”

“S-SHE CALLED US-”

“CUTEEEE.”

You hear a scoff behind you,so you turn around only to see Kuroo rolling his eyes.

After that,the girls start a conversation with you and Kuroo leads the rest of them to where they will be staying for the week.

“You’re captain is scary…” Yaachi says softly beside you.

“Not really,he wants people to think that.But he’s a big weirdo.” You scoff.

“Do you work well together?”

“Oh yeah.100% we are best buds.”

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“I don’t think staying up this late is a good idea.Not going to bed yet?” You smile as you watch Bokuto, Akaashi,Tsukkishima and Kuroo have their own little practice match.

“Dont you worry sweetcheeks,we are.” Bokuto says wrapping an arm around your shoulder,making you laugh.

“Oh you are,are you?”

“Yes,yes we are.” He says pulling you closer.

“Bokuto its literally been a day,how are you so comfortable doing that.” Akaashi says clearing all the volleyballs away.

Kuroo clears his throat.

“We’ll be out in a bit so..you can leave.”

“Mkay.” You say turning towards bokuto and giving him a pat on the arm.Making his arm drop off of you.

“Hey” He frowns.

“Don’t be a baby,leave her alone and help me clean tf up.” Akaashi yells from the cupboard.

As they walk away you turn to Kuroo,kicking him in the shins.

“AHH FU-” you cover his mouth.

“What is up with you ,cap? Why you being weird.”

You give him a minute because hes a dramatic whiny bitch.

“Tf was that for?!and wdym im being weird..”

“I dont know you’re just being weirder than usual.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“ Everytime a boy talks to me its like you’re on edge.” You joke(kinda).

He pauses.

“Im kidding calm yourself.” You say turning away. “Just hurry up , we’ll be waiting in Nekoma’s room.”

Kuroo snatches your clipboard.

“Oh my gawdd,Give it back Kuroo..”

“Relaxxx im just making sure you’re actually working and not drawing little hearts around my name.” He smirks holding it out of reach.

“Oh you got me.Its next to the stick figure of you getting hit in the face with a volleyball.” You deadpan.

“Wow violence? And here I thought managers were supposed to be supportive.”

“Oh Im soo supportive……..of the ball making direct contact with your face.” You laugh and Kuroo does too suprisingly.

“Yn,Kuroo we’ve been waiting for you for so longg hurry up.Coach is getting pissy.” You see Lev peaking his head through the gym door.

“Right sorry.” You poke Kuroo in the stomach making him double over.“Thank you.” You say grabbing your clipboard back.

“Let’s go lev.Kuroo needs to fucking shower cuz he smells like shit.” You say running away before he could reply.

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You were sat on the floor on the make shift beds,pretty comfortable.

You, Fukunaga and Yaku were talking bout you favourite foods (big back core).When the door swings open to reveal Kuroo who had just finished his shower.

Well damn.

His hair drenched,attractively drooping over his eyes.

“You in love?” Fukunaga whispers,startling you.

“What no!.” You whisper yell back.He was just pretty to look at right now.

PRETTY DISGUSTING to look at…. Totally.

“Sorry Im late apparently I smelt like shit.” He glares at you.

You give him the finger.Making him do it right back.You’re ready to kick him in the shin again but Yaku pulls you down to sit again.

“Alright discussing sleeping arrangements.Captain and Manager because of all the headaches you’ve given me unfortunately you have to sleep beside each other. NO TOUCHING.THERE MUST BE SPACE.Thank you.”

“What no.Hes gonna steal my pillows.”

“No arguing with me Y/n.”

“But Unc- …Coach..”

“Kenma and lev beside them then Yaku and Fukunaga,Yamamoto and Nobuyuki opposite Yn and Kuroo.Inuoka and Yuki opposite lev and Kenma.Okay…Goodnight.” Coach Nekomata says quickly closing the door.

“Wait guys come on…Can someone switch with me!” You yell out.

A few minutes later its you vs Kuroo

“I call dibs on this blanket.” Kuroo whispers.

“No. That’s mine.”

“Possession is nine tenths of the law, Manager.”

Y/N: “And annoying me is ten-tenths of your personality.”

It turns into a petty battle of tugging the blanket back and forth, with Kuroo eventually wrapping himself in a burito,to rub it in your face.

You did end up waking up in the middle of the night due to it being freezing.Kuroo sighs and throws half the blanket onto you.

“Loser.” He whispers.

“Your soft for me.”

“Okay no.Give it back.I am full of regret.”

Then you hear a smack.You look up to see him with a pillow in his face.

“Shut up!” Yamamoto shouts from across him.You laugh at the frustration on his face.

“Yea Kuroo.” ___ Kuroo rolls his eyes at the sight of you talking to Bokuto once again.He wasn't supposed to care,he was supposed to be proud of his frenemy Bokuto for actually being able to talk to a girl.But since it was you,he wasn't sure how to feel really. Because he was there with his arm around you again and you were fucking laughing, that stupid pretty laugh of yours. "Are you gonna do something bout that?" Fukunaga says.(because he knows.He knows that they like each other and so does Kenma.{even before you know you like kuroo}They both placed bets on when theyd get together.) "What?" "Bokuto is talking to your girl." "I hate her.Everyone knows that." Which wasn't true.Maybe at the very beginning , but now?It's painfully obvious that they don't hate eachother as much as they want themselves to believe they do. You hunch over in laughter at the stupid jokes that bokuto is telling you about his team.Sure Nekoma were full of goofballs too but they werent as goofy as Bokuto explained Fukurodani was. "Your'e being dramatic, Bo." "Am not." "He is." Akaashi says putting his knee pads on. Not long after the whistle blows,meaning that the match was about to start. When your eyes slide over to Kuroo's he feels like he's losing his mind.You had literally just caught him staring at you.He wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off your face. "You know staring at someone for so long is considered rude." He starts exaggeratedly stretching like he wasn't. "Didn't realise I was staring." You raise an eyebrow. "Oh okay so you just happened to be looking in my direction for -What ? A full minute?" "Maybe I just didn't like what I saw." You're face drops,mouth hanging open and eyes wide as you stare at him.But then you smirk. "Oh you didn't?" "You laugh at his jokes more than ours.Should I be worried you're switching sides?" He tilts his head towad Bokuto,his voice as blunt as ever. "They have been treating me pretty well.Maybe I should reconsider my team and position." You mock laughing at the way he scoffs. "What, you're not annoyed are you captain?" "No.." You grin,your voice dripping with amusement. "Mhm,right so you're just sitting there,brooding,because you suddenly care about who's making me laugh more?" His fingers twitched where they were balled up into a fist not long ago.You were toying with him. "Trust me, if I wanted your attention, I wouldn't have to fight Bokuto for it." He says stepping dangerously close to you.There was no space between you, yet none of you decide to move away. "confident aren't you?" "Always." He says leaning forward with a lazy grin. "Are you sure you hate each other?!" You hear someone shout from the sidelines. "YES!" You both yell turning back to face each other,realising the proximity you quickly pull back. "oh excellent thank you Y/n and Kuroo for volunteering." Coach Nekomata says. You stare at each other in confusion. "Wait what?" "You just agreed to do night clean up after every match." "WHAT?" ---- "Will you atleast help!" you yell at Kuroo from the other end of the court trying to carry the varied boxes of things used for the match that had just finished.You lift a box and pretend not to struggle but you honestly were. "Careful there. Wouldn't want you to break a nail." Kuroo watches you, making zero effort to actually help you right now. "Wouldn't want you to break a sweat helping either." "watching you struggle is way more fun though." "I'll stuggle you straight into the floor Tetsu." His brain short circuited,he stays quiet for a moment-- mere seconds where he is just stood there with the boxes in his hands. "W-What did you just call me." "I meant Kuroo..." You say both putting the boxes on the shelves. "Help me collect the volleyballs will you?" Trying desperately to forget about what just happened. You walk around him beginning to pick up the scattered volleyballs, yet he's still stood in his spot. "Oyy" You say picking up a ball.You smirk and walk up behind him hitting him square in the back of the neck.

“Ready to actually help me?”

He snaps out of his trance and picks up a volleyball by his feet and smirks. “You’re gonna regret that.”

You laugh—until you see him actually move.

Then you run.

You sprint across the gym, weaving between benches and carts, trying to avoid the inevitable. But Kuroo is fast, and the moment you see his arm cock back, you know.

You turn at the wrong moment.

The ball flies.

And you slip.With an undignified yelp, you land flat on your back, staring at the ceiling in shock.

The footsteps stop.

Then, a familiar face appears above you, upside down, messy hair falling forward as Kuroo crouches beside you, eyes twinkling with way too much amusement.

kuroo speaks biting back a grin.“Yikes. You good there?”

You groan dramatically, stretching out a hand. “Help me up, you jerk.” Kuroo huffs a laugh, reaching down. The second your hands lock—You yank.

Hard.

Then theres a loud thud.

Now he was ontop of you blinking in disbelief.

You prop yourself up on your elbow, grinning smugly.“Yikes. You good there?”

Kuroo lets out a slow breath, staring at you with something unreadable in his expression.For a second, neither of you moved.

You were right there, chests nearly touching, the heat from the chase still buzzing between you.

Kuroo’s eyes flickered—down to your lips for just a second before meeting your gaze again.

“…You’re so lucky I dont hate you that much.”

“Likewise,I would’ve beat your ass.”

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You just lay on the floor, with Kuroo beside you .To lazy to get up, caught in the calming silen- “so you and bokuto huh?” Nvm.

“What about Bo.”

“Oh so you have nicknames for him now.”

“What is up with you when it comes to Bo? Are you that jealous Kuroo?” You laugh.

“No Im just making sure my manager doesn’t fall for someone on the enemies side.” You tilt your head to look at him and grin. “Yeah Yeah whatever you say Tetsu.”

He sits up immediately. “You called me Tetsu again!”

“What?! Its just your name?!”

“Well yeah but I like the way it comes out your mouth.” He mumbles lying down again. “Anyways…Bokuto he does get alot of your attention..”

“Oh my god ,you are jealous!” You say still propped up on your elbows.Kuroo throws an arm over his face.“I never shouldve tried to help you up.I should’ve just left you.”

You turn your head to look at him. “You know if you wanted my attention you couldve just asked.”

“And if you wanted to lay next to me you couldve just asked.” He quickly says.

“Oh yeah?” You say leaning towards him glaring. “Yeah.” He says doing the same.

TBC….🤞

A/n :Are we liking it?

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So, many of you liked my silly headcanons for the ramshackle gang, so have some more. And yes I do like to pretend that, these are all cannon. :) I swear I'm mentally ok

The Ramshackle gang is scary, quite literally. For starters, Rollo is a pyromaniac who is not afraid to burn down the whole world if it's about that. Fellow is a cunning, manipulative man who is already an adult, compared to everyone (except maybe Leona cus y'know, they are both over 20). Skully is literally from the past. He is if not, considered as a ghost by the students of the campus. Gidel, Gidel my boy is just cute.

Everyone thinks it's Rollo who takes care of everyone, because he's the mature one, while in reality... he is the most insane one in the group...

When in reality, it's still Yuu. The prefect, who already has enough on their plate. One can only pity them.

On the other side tho. Upset the Prefect of the Ramshackle dorm and you are gone for good. Not only you have a cat with a bad temper chasing you down the hall, no no. The whole Ramshakle gang is after you, and they dont care if you are a student or the headmaster.

Speaking of the headmaster, Crowley doesn't have any options other than smiling and letting them get away with things. Since, 1 he does not want to end up as the dinner, 2 now he can't say that the Ramshackle dorm does't have dorm members.

Yuu and Fellow take up on questionable part-time jobs around the campus all the time. One day they are helping out Sam in the Mystery Shop, the other day cleaning the courtyard and on another day running errands for the headmaster.

Skully just loves to scare the shit out of everyone. So does everyone tbh... but mainly Skully

Skully and the ghosts are inseparable. One might call them besties.

Gidel is the new face of the dorm. Well, him too, Grim is very irritated that he's not the only one now.

Also about Gidel, I do believe he has heavy sencory issues and dosnt like touching things with his bare hand. That is one of the many reasons why he wears oversized things.

Most of them (meaning everyone except Rollo) stays in the dorm in holliday season. Although, after some time and some treathening persuaiding, Rollo does eventually invite the gang to his home so they can stay there.

Huh... technically it's not a headcannon, but it is in a way... so, when Yuu goes home finally after who know long, the group collectively agreed to look after Grim and that they would still get together and never forget Yuu.

Another honorary mention(s): Ace and Deuce. They are considered dorm member even if they aren't. The sheer amount of time they spend there, makes them a true member (much to some peoples *cough* Rollo and Fellow *cough* saddness).

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Hi! Can you do an Oikawa x reader when he first went to Argentina and doesn't know Spanish? Reader can be from or have lived in Argentina for a long time to at least know spanish. Thank you! 😁

—pairing: timeskip!oikawa x reader

—warnings: manga spoilers, teasing, dialogue in bold is spoken in spanish, *unedited

—synopsis: 1.5k | you have a small sit down with oikawa to try and help him learn argentina’s native language: spanish.

—a/n: thank you for requesting, anonie! hope this didn’t take too long and it’s too your likings! please, come again somtimes, yeah? + request are open!

on top of team practices, solo training, management meetings, team bonding, and publicity shoots; oikawa tooru is now assigned to learn Spanish.

he’s already a busy man and barely has time to rest. when given certain days off, he can’t help but think about how much time he’s wasting on not practicing.

it’s times like these when his teammates have to physically rip him away from the sport. he’s dedicated and ambitious, anyone can see that but over-working himself is never good. he can’t help how anxious he gets when he’s not keeping himself distracted.

with that in mind, his manager had assigned him to learn (at the very least) the basics. every time he has a day off or some free time oikawa found himself repeating basic conversational phrases. things like “hello”, “yes”, “no”, “thank you”, and “goodbye”.

however the longer he stayed in Argentina the more he realized that those fundamental sayings weren’t getting him very far. voicing his concern to his manager, they thought what better way to learn efficiently than hiring a tutor?

and thus here you are, quite literally babysitting a six foot child.

“(y/n), how are you so good at this! i can barely pronounce these things” he’s whining your name. big brown eyes look up at you with some kind of desperation.

the two of you are in his dorm room sitting at his desk that is tucked way in the corner of the abnormally large dorm. there’s textbooks scattered all over, all with Spanish titles on them. oikawa sits to your left with a notebook opened up and a pencil in hand.

“it’s really different from japanese pronunciations so don’t beat yourself over not getting it that well,” he’s thankful that you’re not getting angry with him. you can see it when he smiles at you. that same determined gleam showing up in his hues when he talks about winning volleyball matches.

you can’t help but add on to your reassurance, “i believe in you, tooru!” you shoot him a wide grin, your eyes smile with you.

the setter feels his cheeks grow hot. it isn’t a big deal that you’re using his first name mostly because that’s how introduction are like here in Argentina so you probably think nothing of it like most people. he just can’t help the pink flush he gets whenever someone as cute as you calls out to him though.

“you’re always so sweet to me, (y/n),” he lets you take in his shining smile, “alright, let’s try it again.” he beams at you, shooting you a thumbs up.

“we’ll do informal form alright? i feel like you have that down a little better than formal.” he nods clearly getting impatient but still continues to listen to your demands.

letting out a reassuring sigh, you begin with something easy, “hello, what is your name?” gesturing for oikawa to speak, he nods brows furrowing, “hello, my name is tooru and yours?”

you feel a sense of satisfaction when oikawa answers back without any pronunciation errors. he sounds like a robot with how choppy he replies back to you. you make a mental note to work on his tone and flow later before pushing that aside, “very good, tooru. my name is (y/n). how are you?” 

this is when the conversation begins to slow. he knows you’re asking him a question because of the way your voice raised at the end of your speech. the next thing to think is what question are you asking exactly. 

he recalls the basic questions you and him went over. things like ‘what do you like to do in your free time?’ or ‘what do you do for a living?’ but for some reason the one your asking isn’t ringing any bells.

looking back at you, he sees your encouraging eyes meet his. he can’t help but to stare at how they glow in the low dorm lighting. you’re pleading with him, silently telling him ‘you got this!’. 

you part your plush lips planning to guide in with some kind of hint but before you can say anything, oikawa is quick to react. a single digit covers your mouth, gently telling you to stay quiet.

he’s got this, just like you told him. he wasn’t going to let you down... just give him a little time. like a sudden snap in a silent room, the thought comes to him again.

“good! good! ... and you?” 

he felt the way he messed up that last syllable. he quickly glanced your way wanting to see if you caught it too. his eyes meet yours. playing on your lips is a smirk and know oikawa knowns you defiantly picked it out. 

of course you would, he thinks to himself, you’re literally fluent in the damn language. slightly discouraged, you see his shoulder drop as he breaks the eye contact. as a teacher whose taught many, these are clear signs of giving up.

so you sigh, “let’s take a break, yeah?” you turn your attention to a wall clock, “we’ve been at this for two hours already.”

“yeah, sure. i can do a break,” there’s a sudden shift in oikawa’s demeanor. standing up from the desk chair he makes a turn for his bed plopping down face first into his sheets. simultaneously, he let’s out a loud grunt.

“this ‘learning a new language’ thing is incredibly hard,” his voice is muffled by the pillows but you can still her the annoyed pout he has on. 

stacking up the basic Spanish books into a pile you let out a light giggle, “yeah, especially when you have added stress on you. what time’s your practice again, tooru?” 

“in about,” he looks up at the clock, “...five more hours. why? what’s up, miss (l/n).” 

even with his face half covered by his you can see that cunning smirk from across his room. you mock his gesture but with far more ridicule in your grin than his own, “do you really want to play this game?”

shooting up, he excitedly nods as if not even ten minutes ago he wanted nothing more than to give up, “bring it, (y/n).” shooting you a sly wink, a pink hue spreads across your cheeks. you can feel the heat crawl across your face but you push it aside deciding beating oikawa is far more important than what that wink makes you feel.

“how are you, tooru?”

“good. and... you?” 

there’s no mispronunciation, and he finds himself puffing up his chest at his small victory.

“excellent! very good, tooru. now, what are some things that you like?”

oikawa knew what you were expecting. a mundane response that the two of you worked on like ‘i like volleyball’ or even ‘i like milk bread’. what you didn’t know is that despite you tutoring him for a few weeks back-to-back, he’s been having his own private lessons with google and youtube.

there’s no doubt in his mind that he likes you. in fact, every time his name rolls off your tongue he gets all flushed. don’t even get him started on how you shift closer to him when you’re reading the textbook aloud and then reiterating the idea back to him. 

he can smell your vanilla shampoo and can’t help but imagine how it would be so much easier for you to teach him if you just sat on his lap. he’d get to engulf himself in you and you’re short enough to see pass and focus on the textbook too. it’s a win-win situation. standing up from his sheets, he makes his way towards you.

you expected a practiced answer from oikawa but definitely not, “i like your smile.” and you definitely don’t expect him to continue either, “i like your laugh. i like your face.” 

without a second thought, you try to interrupt him. wave of his near confession as if it never happened, but he doesn’t let that happen. in fact, he can’t. so he lays his slender finger back onto your lips, silencing you once again.

he leans in close and you can see every detail on his face. his long, pretty lashes that frame is hazel eyes flawlessly to his delicate lips that with you, always have a smile on them. you can’t help but stare at how pretty he is.

“... and i like you, (y/n).”

you’re quick to respond not allowing yourself to lose this ‘spanish-off’ to someone with far less experience than you. 

“you’re lucky you’re cute, tooru.”

tooru doesn’t back off from how close he is to you. in fact, with his next words he finds himself unconsciously doing the opposite. his words come out in a whisper, “so you think i’m cute?” 

“yes,” matching his own teasing grin, you give him a wink before finally closing the distance. kissing oikawa tooru is like waking up on christmas morning; exciting and something you were far to eager to do. a warmth spread in your chest and your hands comb through his brown locks while his much larger palms find purchase on your hips.

the two of you stay like that for a while only pulling back when you need air, “and i also think i won.” reminding him of the game he challenged you in, he groans aloud. pulling you down with him in defeat as he throwing himself back on his bed again.

“well... losing never felt so good, miss (l/n).”