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ೀ⋆OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS ━━ katsuki bakugou + free use !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. katsuki bakugou + free use. on october third, he asked you what day it was. btw, in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore! (4.9K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, free use, dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia, no prep, public sex(ish), unprotected sex, suprise guest appearance from shouto as aaron samuels, fem!reader, reigina george coded!bakugou.

୨୧ — director’s note. "it's october third." and you know what that means! another nasty kinktober fic for you all! i hope you enjoy this one, its probably my favourite...because uh hello!? reigina george and bakugou? name a more iconic duo! anyways enjoy mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

halloween is the only time of the year where anyone can dress like a slut and not get called one for it.

in the world of the conventionally attractive (or the plastics), the kings and queens of the social jungle, it means ditching the guts and gore in favour of skin tight lingerie with a little fake blood that drips calculatedly through the valley between your breasts — just for a little bit of added attention. it’s the one night of the year where self-objectification becomes acceptable, and you by all means, were not planning on missing out.

for you, a well spent Halloween consisted of tooth rotting candy corn, bad movies and trying to avoid the feeling of fomo (fear of missing out, fyi) building up like fluid in the lungs of a sick person. you’ve been an a-grade loser all your life and you’ve never had the chance to experience a proper friend group, high school, (and now) college experience.

however this year would be different. this year you would be ditching loser-ville for boobs and bunny ears and the shortest dress you could find. because you finally had a friendship group who did these kinds of things and you had an invite to the biggest festive rager hosted by the hottest guy on campus — shouto todoroki.

the rest of your friend group, the college renowned plastics, had warned you not to get involved with the half and half campus jock. he already had relations to your beloved ring leader, katsuki bakugou, and your involvement would be breaking several laws of girl and guy code — according to dumb blonde kaminari (he swears he has ESPN or something). katsuki was the head of U.A. university, ruling over the entire student body with an iron fist, an attitude so mean you’re sure you’ve seen professors cry and a glare so sinister he could turn milk sour if he tried hard enough.

bakugou was the definition of the picture perfect guy and he knew it. it was almost as if his face had been ripped straight from a vogue magazine, his shoulders broad, waist slutty and tiny, abs to die for too — you’d be a liar to say you hadn’t thought about him a few times before bed. katsuki was a king bee (if bees could even have kings) and you were a nobody lucky enough to have been indoctrinated into his group of flawless friends — taken under the guidance of his wing.

your own friends had told you not to fall for the glitz and the glamour that seemed to follow the barbie blonde everywhere he went. but you couldn’t help it, you were enamoured by everything that katsuki did — turned a blind eye to his bitchy persona and twisted mindset. you hardly believed the rumours about him, blissfully ignoring the truth behind the gossip because katsuki was nice to you. just the other night he had been kind enough to offer his help in setting you up with shouto. even if kirishima had tattle told on you.

regardless, katsuki had your back — you knew that. he was even talking to shouto right now, admist the full swing of the halloween party. how could anyone ever hate bakugou? he was so kind, so considerate, treating you like family from the moment you got here. you see shouto look your way fondly as they chatter about you, his lips curling perfectly around your name while he sends you a wave that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

“she likes you, yanno.” the shorter blonde purrs, the corner of his perfectly plump lips twitching up into a knowing grin. he says your name, glowering at the way his ex perks up at the mention.

shouto blinks slow, mismatched eyes filling with affection the longer he looks at you awkwardly swaying to music you’ve never heard before. “yeah? she does?”

“it’s adorable, really. she writes your fuckin’ name in the corner of her notes with little hearts. even has the name of your future brats written in a cute little list.” the lie slips from bakugou easily, as if manipulating people is second nature to him.

“don’t bother with that, katsuki.”

when todoroki’s gaze on you lingers for too long, he kicks it up a notch pressing the head of his body into his ex’s side. “listen, half ‘n half,” with his eyes dark and sensual, the blonde allows his voice to slip into deeper, more mocking tones — playing up this innocent act. one that shouto falls for every time. “i know that she can be a little fuckin’ weird but, she’s my friend…so be nice, yeah?”

men are such fickle creatures — for all it takes is a pair of sweltering, red puppy dog eyes to drag the jock under his spell. shouto nods slowly, his own topaz and granite eyes glossing over with some form of obedience, a loyalty to bakugou that no one else would understand. “yeah, alright.”

“good,” bakugou purrs, the sound causing his brain to short circuit. “such’a good friend, half ‘n half.” the tail end of his words are replaced by the sloppy sound effect of his lips on shouto’s, tongues beginning to clash and hands possessively gripping waists.

your rose-tinted window shatters at the sight.

background conversation falls away as your friend and your crush begin to make out right in front of your fucking eyes. “you know who’s looking fine tonight, neito monoma.” kaminari squeals, shimmying in his little mouse costume.

“denki, that’s your cousin.” kirishima frowns.

the blonde shrugs. “yeah! but he’s my first cousin…that’s not right is it,”

you don’t have time to dwell on their chit chat — you feel like someone has thrown your entire body out of whack. you feel like you’re drowning as the realisation hits, katsuki bakugou doesn’t give a shit about you or your feelings. storming away from the scene, you make for the nearest bedroom, hurt and confusion swirling around in the tightness of your chest.

“what are you doin’ in here sweetness? ‘minari and kirishima have been looking everywhere for ya.”

you’re still crying like a sore loser when the king of the plastics finds you hauled up in one of shouto’s many rooms. and you hate that it’s katsuki who’s come to comfort you, sitting beside you on the queen sized bed as his hand slips over your bare thigh.

but you shrug him off, barely keeping your cool. after all, you’re still mad at him for making out with your crush. “don’t touch me, katsuki.” you snarl, doing your best to sound menacing. “i saw what you did. how could you? i thought we were friends?”

he clicks his tongue, ruby red eyes rolling as if he gives a fuck. “oh, you mean that thing with icyhot?” you don’t understand how the blonde can be so nonchalant, tossing around the situation as if it weighs nothing — costing not an ounce of your feelings. “he came onto me, sweetness. i’d never do somethin’ like that to you.”

denying katsuki bakugou is never an easy feat, he’s a man that knows where his strengths lie. in the deep timber of his rumbling voice and those eyes, with the blood lust curled around each of his pupils. katsuki is a well trained hunter, and on this occasion, you are his prey. a large hand smooths over the meaty swell of your trembling thigh, pushing the likely pair wide open for him to make room between them. “i’m a good friend, r’member?”

his hands roam your blistering hot body, gripping and grabbing at your flesh from over your costume — it feels good, you feel wanted and melt like a lump of butter in a pan at every cascading touch of his.

you’d be smart to come to your senses, before you’re snapped up in the unrelenting jaws of a hunter. but you’re entranced by those insanely red eyes, the perfect slant to his lips and all-knowing smile — it’d be useless to escape when you’ve fallen this deep. “you’re not…” your bottom lip wobbles, the achy feeling in your chest now submissive to the liquid lust katsuki has spent months conditioning you to feel. “you’re a bad friend.”

“d’aw…you don’t think i am?” dropping his tone into a sultry coo, bakugou leans in real close and you instinctively follow the tilt of his head. he looms over you, just enough so that you can see the smear of pink eyeshadow across his eyelids, the plasticky glisten of lip gloss masking the true colour of his plump lips, along with the spark of lust swirling through the brown flecks in his eyes.

you shake your head no. “no, you’re not.” big mistake.

the of temperature of the room rises just from his proximity and you find yourself willing to let the king of the plastics swallow you whole. “i don’t think i like the way yer talkin’ to me, sweets.” he growls darkly and in warning. “i should make you apologise for bein’ so fuckin’ mean.”

his breath is warm and wet against your cheek, grip rough on your waist and you can’t help but think how mean he is to you. katsuki gaslights you like it’s second nature or another one of his five senses, manipulates you with ease, putting himself on you when you know you can’t say no. because without him you would have been in social suicide, you wouldn’t have any friends, you wouldn’t have had the college experience. you would have just been ordinary.

“gimme a kiss, gorgeous.” the blonde bites down on your lower tip, tugging it away from you because he misses the metallic taste of golden blood on you — the taste of blossoming obedience in your bloodstream.

you push back, but it’s no use — bakugou’s closing the gap before your brain can even catch up, fizzing like candied pop rocks while you sink further into debauchery.

“c’mon…” he forces his tongue past the seams of your lips, bursting through with only the darkest of intentions. you briefly seize up, because your body knows this isn’t what you want, at least not 100%. but katsuki knows how to work stubborn, prude little things like you — squeezing down on your waist heartily as he leads you into a stupid-drunk kiss. “that’s it, there we go…good fuckin’ girl.”

the world tilts on its axis and you grow lightheaded at the blonde’s praise — you should be mad at him for kissing your crush but at the same time, you’ve never wanted someone so bad. mewling against his watermelon and alcohol flavoured lips is like sealing your fate, giving up little pieces of yourself just to appease your ring leader.

“katsuki, i don’t—“

his thumb digs into your cheeks, preventing you from pulling away — not that you’d want to. wet sounds from your kisses vibrate through you and cause a twinge in the heartbeat between your thighs. “i wasn’t askin’, i was tellin’.” he grunts into your drooling mouth, wide open to echo your sweet and pliant voice. it’s with those words that you remember your place, being a plastic requires sacrifices — for you to give up pieces of yourself in order to stay by katsuki’s side.

including letting him use your mind, body and soul freely.

“so fuckin’ pretty when you’re obedient for me,” he’s snarls, hot under the collar and eager to steal more from you. he grins at how your eyes roll back just from a couple of half-hearted words. leaning back, katsuki shrugs off his shirt, revealing his perfectly carved hips and washboard abs, golden skin that only the gods could have blessed him with. the sight of him is enough to make your quivering cunt deep juices into the crotch of your panties. “let’s get back at sho, huh? for playin’ us both.”

the lines of morality and dissoluteness are often blurred when you’re with him — you become a vessel for his pleasure and you don’t even think to mind. somewhere amidst the messy, sensual lip locks bated breaths, katsuki has managed to get you onto your back and tear through your skimpy little halloween costume to suck his claim into your neck. painting you with deep mauve and midnight blue hues. his eyes dilate, roaring obsidian black taking over his mean, rage filled red eyes in a way that lets you know how bad he wants to fuck you.

it’s when the sharp edges of his canines graze your pulse point that you remember just how much of a wild jungle college is. you remember that katsuki has the ability to make your life a living hell, the power to take a bite and rip your throat out at any second. in this world, you are nothing but a meek gazelle and katsuki bakugou the lion ready for a feast.

irrespective of how much the very fact may frighten you, you ignore bakugou’s talons as they sink into your chest and leave indented crescent moons on against each breast. he rips apart the costume you worked so hard on and pushes your hands away from your body when you attempt to cover yourself up. so, from that moment, you let lust slither over your brain so you can arch yourself into him for more pleasure, and remind yourself that even if you're being used — it feels good. katsuki feels good.

you like that he’s a little mean, a mean girl. all teeth and tongue and biting when he licks into you and breaks the strings of honey saliva that tie your tongue to the roof of your mouth. you love how he roughly grabs you by the meat at your hips and tugs you up to meet the grind of his cock against your underwear. you adore how he pulls the very fabric apart like they’re nothing, rolling you onto your stomach and positioning your hips in a way that makes your back arch.

you don’t even realised that bakugou has kicked off the lower part of his costume until you feel the heat of his firm thighs against the backs of your own and the sticky tap of his flushed cockhead on your ass cheeks — smearing white globs of precum over your hot skin. the blonde groans at the visible twitch of your cunt, the way it glistens and spews lightly for him.

“oh sweetheart,” he laughs through the coagulated feeling of prurience in his throat. “so fuckin’ wet for me, hah?” he manages, spreading your ass cheeks apart hungrily, a curious finger running through your slick folds and dragging your wetness over your pulsating clit. “s’kinda embarrassing. barely even touched you.”

the situation is embarrassing, humiliating almost and a fresh set of tears burn at your waterline — mascaras already tracking down your cheeks. you don’t fight bakugou as a muscled arm snakes it’s way around your waist and pulls you onto him until your sex is flush against bakugou’s thick cock — your hearts beating in sync, heavy breathing in tune. his dripping dick slips and slides a through your quivering pussy lips, grinding against the pulse in your clit before easing the mushroomed tip through the tight ring at your entrance.

“f-fuck!” you squeak, a little out of turn. fuckdolls don’t talk. katsuki is quick to growl and remind you, collapsing his entire weight into your body while you take him with ease. no prep required whatsoever. there’s a delicious burn as his girth stretches you wide open and he fucks you with just the tip — a pleasing buzz layering itself over your logical thoughts. the ones that tell you this isn’t right. the ones that tell you that you’re more than just a plastic play thing.

bakugou squeezes your hips harshly when you push back onto him, desperate to be fed more of his cock. “keep fuckin’ still, alright?” the king of the plastics rasps, taunting you as he thrusts all the way into your tight heat with no warning. you ooze at the sudden stimulation, basking in the weight of his dick against the insides of your crying cunt and fluttering walls. “sho’s gonna love this, maybe he’ll really want you then.” he continues to purr, jamming a thumb past your swollen lips to press down on your tongue. his other hand grasps at his phone once lost in the sheets, talking a picture of your teary face while you suck on his digit to soothe yourself.

like a baby sucking on a pacifier as it cries.

sending the photo to shouto, bakugou takes a few more selfies of you like this. his favourite is the one of your face squished between his large fingers, covered in salty tears and sticky drool. “don’t cry sweets. ‘m gonna fix this, help you get together. what are friends for?”

his voice is soft, nose nudging against your cheek in a reassuring manner.

but it’s all too good to be true.

briefly, there’s a second where everything is calm, where the blonde lets you relax around him between gentle juts of his hips forward and affectionate kisses peppered against your skin. you should have realised that katsuki’s pleasure is always above your own. because he suddenly finds the motivation to pull out of your snug, sensual heat to pound into you properly, dragging is seedy cock along all of the spots along your ribbed walls that make you see stars.

you feel like a pocket pussy, only one that comes with crybaby wails and pitiful hiccuped noises. it’s all music to katsuki’s ears, blending seamlessly with the intense base from the party’s music and thump of the headboard smashing against the wall all from the sheer force of his thrusts into you. it’s easy to forget how humiliatingly loud you’re being, you can’t find yourself to be worried about someone catching you either. even if the door is wide open.

why not? because katsuki claims you willingly, over and over again with each brutish brush of his leaky cockhead against your g-spot. “s-suki! please.” you slur around his fingers that fuck your drooling mouth in perfect rhythm with his dick that plunged in and out of your puckered, creamy hole.

“yeah, yeah. i gotcha. give into me, sweetness.”

where he had been keeping you pinned against the sex-soaked cheeks — bakugou pulls his sweaty chest away from your back and adjusts the roll of his hips, letting them crash into you like waves on a shoreline. to support his body weight above you, his toned arms cage you in, head tilted to the side to watch you sniffle on his dick, red rimming your watery eyeline. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cry, sweetheart.” he moans condescendingly against the shell of your ear, painting a chaste kiss against your wet cheek. “what a pretty fuckin’ girl, suckin’ me in… takin’ my cock. oh fuck.”

if you could see him, will yourself from the pillows you take purchase in and use to muffle your salacious screams — you would notice how an evil smirk as spread across the blonde’s lips while he ravages you, fucks you beyond the stars and back. “you my pretty girl, yeah? fuckin’ sweet thing.” the praise has you spiralling and simultaneously soothes the burning hatred you have for katsuki in your chest. “why you cryin’ so much? is it over him, or over me?”

the answer to his question slips out of you faster than your sex-crazed brain can catch up. “o-over you!” it’s like you can’t even think for yourself, make any choices for your body outside of what bakugou has planned for you. you’d do anything to please him so that he keeps fucking you, so that you can forget your feelings and keep your place amongst the socially elite. maybe that makes you selfish, maybe it makes you dumb — that you’re a whore for katsuki’s bully cock that churns up your guts and uses you for ecstasy filled relief.

“y-yeah? mmhm, just like that baby,” katsuki stutters, licking his lips while you throw it back on him. the weak snap of his voice (caused by you clenching down on him) has you gushing nastily down bakugou’s length. bathing him in your juices, dripping down his balls as they clap against your ass, and swing against your clit.

“yeah…yeah…y-you’re my friend, k-katsuki! didn’t wanna lose you…”

satisfied with your response and feeling a little mean once more, the king of the plastics brings a heavy hand down against your ass before gripping it tight, forcing you back and forth on his creamed dick. you hiss at the newfound pain blooming underneath your skin, blinking back more tears.

“that’s right sweets, you’ll let me do anythin’ to keep me right? stay bein’ friends.” bakugou barks salaciously into your shoulder blade. greed and power and control sparks between your bodies that move in sync with one another, your hips shakily attempting to catch up with his rough pace.

you gasp when he hits a spot that’s got you howling at the moon. “y-yes, god, yes!”

“even let me fuck your crush? let me fuck you in front’a him?”

all you can do is nod and gargle in response, passionately sucking on his fingers. “get ‘em nice and wet for me. wanna play with you, gorgeous.” he nips at your skin, leaving the imprint of his canines against you before his red eyes laser focus on where your bodies continually meet. “lift your hips. atta girl.”

a heinous squeal escapes you, borderline pornographic as katsuki fumbles between your body and shouto’s high thread count sheets. his sticky fingers press into your pleasure nub in tight, calculated circles and he rewards the sound of your choked moans with another barrage of love bites to your neck. ones that you won’t be able to cover up. ones that show how much you’ve been used.

you wonder if his appetite for your dedication will ever be satisfied. even though your pussy works it’s way back onto him and swallows his cock down like fucking magic — bakugou still wants more of you. he grins sinisterly at the bruises that form just under your skin, that make you hiss when he licks over them and spills his curse words over against that sensitive spot underneath your ear. the sensitivity makes you yelp loudly, despite the people that walk by.

including none other than shouto todoroki.

“you’d even let him watch as i creamed your cute cunt, wouldn’t ya? so pathetic. it’s adorable, sweetness.” the blonde goads, pulling back so that he can get a better view of your ass bouncing against his slender hips. spreading you apart with large hands, he drools down onto his cock and your asshole, spitting onto the point at which his shaft slips inside of you — watching the white froth mix in with your viscous nectar and disappear into the creaminess of your tight hole.

your crush audibly gasps as he enters the room — mismatched eyes drinking in the view of you being absolutely wrecked from behind by his ex. shouto can’t help but admire your puffy face and equally puffy folds while he settles on the bed next to katsuki. he has no idea how his feet even carried him there.

“bakugou what are you—?”

the tail end of shouto’s words slip away when you clench down hard on bakugou, his head falling onto the latter’s shoulder while you share shaky moans. “oh my god,” katsuki pants, pulsing against your silken walls and driving his dick upwards into your sweltering mound. “you’re fuckin’ obsessed with me. with him. you just won’t let this dick go, will ya?”

admitting that you like shouto watching you get fucked by bakugou would be just as embarrassing as admitting your crush on him. it doesn’t matter if you’re crying too hard to confess the matter with words, both of them know it. they can tell by the way your pussy spasms around katsuki’s bulbous cockhead as it bullies it’s way into you with every thrust. “see icyhot, told ya she was a weirdo,” He chuckles down at you menacingly. “letting me be the one t’stretch her pussy open even though you’re the one that she wants. s’so embarrassing.”

todoroki let’s out a noncommittal grunt, equally amused by the situation like his ex. “yeah… so weird…”

he reaches around to grab at the fat of your waist and tugs you back onto katsuki so that his dick never leaves you. so that your clit is smooshed up against perfect abs, that contract with every thrust and overstimulate you.

maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be used by the king of the plastics, if it means shouto gets to touch you too.

“i think she’s about to cum, katsuki.” the two-toned haired jock states as if it’s obvious, his voice husky and low as the scent of sex trickles into the air. “you’re gonna make her cum, baby.”

“can fuckin’ feel it, she’s ‘boutta make a mess of me.” they share a lustful look behind you, that leads to them sharing sloppy, uncoordinated kisses as if you’re not even there. truly treating you like a sex toy to be used whenever, wherever.

the sounds of their kisses ring in your ears, cause heat to burn at your cheeks and shame to settle in your chest once again. but this time, you don’t fucking care — not when you’re close to cumming, not when both of the people you adore in your life are using little old you.

forcing you back and forth over katsuki’s dick even faster, shouto finds it in himself to address you, moaning out your name. “a-are you close?” he simpers, tongue rolling over his ex’s.

“i— i am. p-please. let me cum. lemme cum. lemme c-cum—!” you chant as if it’s the gospel, voice tapering off into a set of whistle tone simpers as you finally hit your high. black spots dot your vision, katsuki using a last burst of energy to canter into you, slamming against your g-spot over and over again. the dam breaks before your brain can register it, release trickling out of your fluttering hole like a flash flood after a vicious storm. it soaks his soft tuft of blonde pubes and soils the sheets below, your body wracked with shakes and aftershocks.

katsuki's cock against your cervix being the epicentre.

the two men behind you share a sick little laugh when you collapse into the sheets face first, both of them leaning down to kiss either of your cheeks soothingly.

“so fuckin’ cute ‘n loyal,” bakugou coos in a twisted tone, pulling out of you to jerk himself off over your quivering body.

shouto smiles and rubs soothing circles in the small of your back in an attempt to calm you down — taking pleasure in your tiny sniffles and hiccups while you come down from your high.

“your turn, bakugou.” he purrs slightly, using his arm to prop himself up on the bed for a perfect view of you both.

“mmfuck, shit ‘m so close.” colourful curses spew from between bakugou’s perfect, cherry bitten lips just as he hits his peak. slick sounds accompany the movements of his rough palm up and down his length, coaxing himself towards orgasm. he cums with a shout, a feral growl tearing his chest in two with how loud it is. all while ropes of his blistering hot and white cum land on your ass, pussy and back.

he collapses next to shouto after that.

you feel a finger drag through the hot mess on your back and turn around just in time to watch bakugou feed a scoop of his cum to your crush. todoroki sucking his fingers happily. “go get her a towel, icyhot.” he demands, and like a slave to the crown, todoroki follows — disappearing from the room in search for a rag to clean you up with. surprisingly, the blonde helps you to sit up, taking you into his chest so you can snuggle against it. “don’t cry sweetness, s’okay. i forgive you for thinkin’ i was a bad friend.”

tilting your chin up, you’re rewarded with a firm chaste kiss — swallowing katsuki’s moans as he tastes the saltine tears in your lips. “you’ll never do it again, right?”

“r-right…” you reply meekly, flinching at the blonde who boops your nose almost affectionately.

he busies himself with fixing your costume until shouto returns with a wet rag to wipe the cum from between your thighs and the rest of you. you try not to let it get to you when they share another passionate kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues and mussing up each other’s hair until they’re all rosy cheeked and short of breath.

you would be a fool to think that you ever stood a chance with shouto todoroki after tonight.

much like you, he’s just another piece in katsuki’s game of chess. he’ll never escape the toxic cycle of their relationship when things keep going like this.

“you look sexy with your hair pushed back, icyhot.” katsuki says to shouto once they come up for air, ruffling his silky locks out of place. his ruby, crazed, gaze slinks over to you next, a coy smirk playing at his lips. “sweetness, tell him, icyhot he looks sexy with his hair pushed back.”

katsuki bakugou is terrible. evil. conniving. but he’s all you’ve got, even if he is a mean girl.

“shouto…you look sexy with your hair pushed back.”

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kuroo texts you at 3:52 am, almost three months after you broke up.

admittedly, you probably should've silenced notifications from him by now, but when you roll over—eyes barely open, a little headache from the light—you know you're much, much too late.

a text, from your ex-boyfriend, the big, blue bubble stretched across your phone.

i just moaned your name during sex.

you blink at the screen.

you what?

moaned your name, he sends. totally ruined the moment.

you look up, and then down, and then up one more time to make sure what you’re looking it is real and not some strange, midnight hallucination before typing again.

you’re fucking with me, right?

dead serious, he replies. worst moment of my life.

you can hear his voice in the text, and if you weren’t so caught up in thinking about the poor girl who probably just had the worst sexual experience of her life, you would laugh.

you need to find a hobby or something, tetsurou. you send. and preferably one that doesn't involve tinder.

i have hobbies!

non-sexual ones?

he types for a while before a short, little totally! pops up on his side of the conversation.

and you hate that this is the part of him that’s most intriguing. the unintentional charm, too weird for his own good part that keeps you texting him at four in the morning.

yeah, you send, quicker than you intended. totally.

and suddenly, you're really considering something you shouldn't. before tonight, you hadn't heard from in a while—at least not enough to be thinking about him. you'd resigned yourself to your little, single life and you figured boyfriends might be more harm than they're worth (at least for a while, anyway), but now you have a new little do you wanna come over? typed out into your messaging app, finger hovering over the send button.

you take a minute, trying to rationalize.

the responsible part of you thinks it's way too late to be asking for anything good. you have class in the morning, and you're all tucked into bed, and bringing him here would really stir up some old feelings you weren't looking to bring back right now.

the other part of you—the more fun of the two, you'll admit—knows that you're thinking about him and he's... definitely thinking of you, so what's the harm in indulging a little bit? maybe nothing would happen anyway and you'd just end up staring at each other for a while, but sitting in your bed alone, staring doesn't sound like the worst thing in the world.

you send the text.

there's radio silence for a moment, and you think you might have just fucked the whole we can be exes and friends! thing up, but after a moment or two, he replies.

really?

and you sigh, don't make me change my mind.

he sends an immediate be there in 10, and you flop yourself back into the pillows.

now, okay, you'd be lying if you said you haven't been in this situation before. you and kuroo have always had a strange habit of—gravitating towards each other, to put it politely. it doesn't matter how many times you guys swear each other off, there's always going to be a party, or a text, or a run-in at the grocery store that brings you together (in more ways than one).

the whole i just moaned your name thing, though, that one's new.

your eyes flicker up to the ceiling, then down to your feet, and then, finally, your phone—the reality of this whole thing sinking in a little.

are you supposed to—shave your legs for this? put on your good pajamas: the ones that ride up a little when you bend over? is that where this is going? you're pretty sure it is, but every time this has happened before, it's been a little more spontaneous than this. right now, you have time to prepare and time to think, which you're now realizing is something you really did not want.

you sit there for a minute, coming to the conclusion that this is kuroo. you dated for two years, and you shared a bed at night for more of that time than you'd care to admit, so what does it matter how prepared you are?

you hear a key turn in the front door (the one from under the mat; you took away his actual key you think) and, all of a sudden, you're kind of nervous.

you haven't felt this way in a while, especially when it comes to him. you think you might hate it.

nevertheless, your feet hit the floor and you let yourself pad your way into the entryway, just in time to see someone sliding his shoes into the gap between the doorway and the wall.

you flick the light on, and he jumps a little.

a beat of silence, and then, "hi."

that's all you can come up with right now, truly, and you blame half of it on the time and the other half on the fact that kuroo looks like that.

he's always been pretty, no doubt about that, but right now he looks a little beat up in a way that you have to admit you're kind of into.

his hair's messed up: half of it shifted more left than right, with a little curl to it that he doesn't normally have. his cheeks are red, and he's a sort of out of breath and—did he run here?

"hi," he says, smiling, heaving out a breath.

(oh, he totally did. maybe you're a little more alluring than you thought).

you chuckle out one more, final hi, before he steps towards you.

he smells good—not that that's something you focus on, obviously—but he's still wearing that cologne you bought him last christmas and there's a little tinge of sweat to him that suits him so much better than you'd think.

he has a t-shirt on—one you got from a concert a couple years ago; you can't remember exactly when anymore, but it's clear that the thing has gotten its wear. the hole in the left shoulder is glaring at you from here and you kind of want to poke it.

"i have your key, by the way," he says then, dangling the little thing between his fingers. "did you ask for it back?"

oops.

"i—meant to." you snatch it from him, tossing it onto one of the side tables. "definitely meant to."

his hand lingers there for a second, a big, toothy smile spread across his face. "oh, sure you did."

and you eye him, a short what's that supposed to mean? rolling out of your lips.

he shakes his head, moving closer again—so much so that you can feel the cast of his breath along your cheeks.

"you still like me," he says, and you swear you can see his vocal cords bob in his throat.

"pardon?"

"you think i'm fun—and endearing, and still worthy of a housekey."

"i think you're nuts." you say, fluttering your lashes a little. "and really not in the position to be making these accusations."

"you really think so?" he leans in one more time, close enough that his lips brush that arch between your jaw and your neck. "go ahead—tell me all about how crazy i am."

you feel something inside you quiver.

this right here, this is the whole game between the two of you. some sick little cat-and-mouse thing that always leads to something that you regret in the morning and—inevitably—repeat next week.

truthfully, though, you're getting kind of sick of fighting it.

"god, i can't stand you." you back away, edging towards the hallway that leads to your room. "are you coming with me or what?"

and he grins, because of course he is.

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Please stop talking || Bokuto Kōtarō

You and Bokuto have hung out a couple of times and Bokuto isn’t good at being subtle, or causal.

Pairing: Bokuto Kōtarō x Reader

Word Count: 979

Genre: I like to think it’s funny, and romantic

Note: did you know that Mr.Virguto Kōtarō is also a Scorpio Venus?

other note: You know how sometimes a good story starts in the middle?

“Bokuto, I’m saying no”

“Why not?”

“Because I just met you two weeks ago.”

“Two weeks is more than enough time to know if you’re in love”

“Yeah if your brain only has the storage for 3 weeks” Y/N snorted before turning back around to face the substitute teacher. They plainly stared forward, trying to ignore the burning bokuto-shaped whole in the back of their head.

“That’s not fair, you know me” he gestures to himself unbeknownst to Y/N, “yo-you” he began, his voice growing uncharacteristically tender, “you know my body”

Y/N rolled their eyes, a habit they’ve become accustomed to when Bokuto gets too much free time.

“I kissed you on the cheek once”

“Is my cheek not my body?”

“You’re beyond ridiculous. And I’m not going to be in relationship with you.” With that rejection he went silent, the sound of dejected paper rustling followed not too far behind.

It’s only when he shuts up does a twinge of guilt find its way into their chest. They don’t *need* to explain themselves to him and he wasn’t asking for an explanation. And yet,

“Okay look,” they turned to look him, his brows quivered on his forehead. His lips sat in a defeated pout, that had little to no affect on Y/N’s next words.

“I’ll admit, I’ve had a lot of fun the past couple of days,” a smile began to creep on his face,

“BUT I am well aware that the captain of any sport is nothing but trouble and I don’t do trouble.” Bokuto scoffed offendedly.

“I’m nowhere near trouble, trouble has never heard of me”

Y/N knowingly raised their eyebrows. They could name three near-suspension incidents off the top of their hand. Two that involved a red volleyball captain and an orange one and the school water fountain.

“You are trouble in a bad haircut”

“You love it. C’mon, Give me one chance, one date.”

“Nope”

“Two chances, three dates?”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“No.”

He groaned in frustration. “Come on”.

Y/N shrugged and resumed facing forward. They tapped their finger impatiently against the pencil, hitting the cover of Fukorodani’s newest newspaper addition. At the top it read:

OUR TICKET TO NATIONALS

In the middle of the page, sat a picture black and white picture of Bokuto with his hands stretched over him. He was in the air, doing a spike. A small grin grew on their face, his smile was contagious even through film.

“How do you smile at a picture of me more than at my actually face?”

“For starters, a picture can’t talk.”

“I’ll win nationals.” He slams his hand against his desk in declaration. “And THEN you’ll go out with me”

Y/N let out a short laugh, shaking the newspaper out to read. “And what does you winning do for me? Other than enlarge your ego”

He thought for a full minute, and the way his browns were furrowed you could see his wheels turning.

“Well I can’t be much trouble if I’m winning National Titles.” Y/N blinked.

“Come on you know I’m hot and then when I win you’ll know I’m serious.” When Y/N turned their head to show him a knowingly glace, they were greeted with an empty seat.

In front of them he stood in all his glory. The light from outside cascaded across his frame. From this angle his hair color nearly blended together, existing in a world of platinum and shadow.

He bent down to reach their desk, resting his elbows on their table. Swear glistened off his temples.

“When I want something y/n” his voice took a deep breath in, letting his head and eyes travel onto theirs. His gray eyes shook, his iris unable to sit, running from each point of his companions face.

Y/N couldn’t call it studying their face, but an absorption of the whole. They shifted uncomfortably in their seat, feeling rather caught than chased for. He smiled as his eyes grew wide. It was like he was on ecstasy, experiencing the high of a victory he hasn’t won yet.

“I get you Y/N. And I fucking love you. So just let me fucking love you”

There was a pause. The buzzing of the classroom chatter did little to conceal to weight of the silence.

“You’re up against Shiratorizawa, you’re toast.”

“Not if I’m motivated, by you know you-“

“I get it I get it.”

He took a step back off their table, “so?”

He was met with silence, and after a long minute, Bokuto let out a final defeated sigh, dragged the weight of his limbs back to his seat. He began to put his head down, when a newspaper slams onto his desk. A manicured nail pointed at his picture.

“If I’m going to date a captain, he has to be the Number 1 captian”

Bokuto’s head shot up, his hair as high as his eyebrows. He flashes a toothy grin.“You’re in luck, I am Number one”

“I bet you are big guy”

The ringing of the bell rung, final sealing for their sentencing. “Well” Y/N cleared their throat, and rose from their seat.

They leave the classroom beside one another. Bokuto held his hand out to hold Y/N’s bag, which Y/N declined beneath a hue of red cheeks.

“Well it’s time for you to go hit a ball and be proud of it”.

“Can I get another kiss on the cheek?”.

“After you beat karasuno, I’ll think about it”

“God I love you.”

“Go fetch your ball Bokuto” he nodded enthusiastically as he began to walk in the other direction towards the gym.

Y/N let out a cathartic deep breath, their hands wrapped tightly around the school paper. ‘You always get to a point of your life where you’re going to have to gamble on something and sometimes the bigger the bet, the high the reward’

Please don’t make me look stupid, Bokuto.

As Y/N eyes chased him down the hall, they noticed a signup sheet hung up by the gym door. It was too far to make out much but in big bold letters stood font.

NEW MANAGERS FOR SPORT TEAMS!

#bokuto koutarou #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n

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erosxreader · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Kacchan 💥

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erosxreader · 1 year

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happy birthday my little gremlin boy !!

i love you so much :(((

please wish him a happy birthday 🫶

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erosxreader · 2 years

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maybe respect for religion comes with age.

When I was kid, I towered over my own life.

The almighty seer and destroyer.

My luck wore and tore with age.

My loudest cry wasn’t loud enough for him to hear me. For him to understand me. I sat noiselessly begging for mercy from something I didn’t understand.

Have you ever screamed at someone who couldn’t hear you?

I used to hate when people prayed for me.

Now I’ve never felt more protected by our illusion of god and control

- DR

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erosxreader · 3 years

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sfw alphabet ll Kuroo Tetsurō

Author’s Note: TWO Kuroo centric works for his birthday. In my head, timeskip!kuroo is an insomniac workaholic who loves his fiance.

This is Timeskip!Kuroo

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s so sly, he’s always kinda touching you. His hand on your waist, holding your hand, hand in your jean pocket. His head will be on top of your head all of the time. He really likes giving physical touch but is a little wary about receiving it.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

SLOW FRIENDSHIP fast relationship. It really takes a lot out of Kuroo to trust people, but once he does, he is in LOVE. He is BLINDED with love. You would probably meet him at school or you are neighbors, somewhere to consistently see each other. And it starts off slow, very much conversations in the elevator.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle)

He claims he doesn’t like to cuddle but he jumps at the opportunity to. He loves napping together or just being in bed together. But he ‘claims he’s indifferent’ on cuddling because he thinks it makes him sound like a badass or something.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does not want to settle down. He has an extreme fear of commitment because of this one girl he dated like 8 years ago. You will be in a situationship with him for almost 2 years. He can cook SO well, his food is delicious. He can clean too, he doesn't like a mess at ALL. But it truly depends on his mood because when he’s sad, his apartment gets dirty. He will not pick up a single thing if he’s upset. When Kuroo hasn’t washed the dishes, you know it’s a rough day.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it)

One last conversation. He does not stay friends or stay in contact with ANY of his exes. You will have one last breakup convo and that will be the last time you ever speak to him. He’s always moderately polite about it but there is no tone difference so it sounds like he really doesn’t care.

F = Financ(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

He has SUCH BAD COMMITMENT ISSUES. He’s afraid of being unhappy and of being a disappointment to his partner so he’s so afraid to settle down because he A. doesn’t want to be rejected and B. doesn’t want to be stuck in an unhappy relationship. (he has issues).

But when he does get married (after like 5 years of engagement) it's the best night of his life. He is crying the whole time, he also shed some tears while proposing. When he does find the one, he is the happiest person in love. He literally starts to walk with his back straight, he’s so happy.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally)

The thing about Kuroo is that it’s very easy for him to talk about his feelings towards you, but it’s hard to get him to open up about his feelings about anything else. Like he will tell you how beautiful you are (in his teasing but he’s also being dead serious style of flirting), he tells you how you’re the best thing to ever happen to him (but in bed at night at home alone). He is the most gentle man physically. It actually makes you tear up. His touch is like glass. It’s not that he’s afraid to touch you, he just touches you so tenderly it brings you to tears. He just thinks that it’s his life mission to be with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is not a big hugger. Especially out of nowhere hugs. He hugs everyone as a greeting and when he’s leaving he does the kiss cheek and side hug, but he’s not big on hugging as a form of affection. He only likes hugs when he’s really sad.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

If he’s in love with you, it takes him a while. The second he realizes he goes into a mild panic mode where he takes some space from you for a couple of days while he figures himself out. But the second he does come back he has a hastily heartfelt confession, then everything goes on from there.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets so competitive. Let's say you’re out of the party and a guy has been hitting on you all night, Kuroo doesn’t get outwardly mad but he makes such unnecessary rude comments towards the person flirting with you that it makes the mood uncomfortable so the guy leaves. He can be really childish when it comes to jealousy. He likes to ‘prove his honor’ through sports like the rest of his meathead friends, so being able to battle it out with a guy who likes you, does it for his ego.

K = Kisses (what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He is the best kisser you have ever met. He is so expressive in the way he kisses you. Everything and every feeling he felt through the day you can feel it when he gets home. Kissing you is his favorite thing to do. He loves to kiss you on the lips and on the top of your head/temple. He does like being kissed on the cheek and on the back and on his thighs. He likes when you reciprocate the same delicacy he treats you with.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s so good with kids. He is so good with kids in a way that makes you want to be in a relationship with him. He’s the type of guy that spoils the shit out of his friend’s kids and feeds their kid fantasies about monsters and mythical creatures. When people ask him if he wants kids of his own, he shakes his head and pretends to be put off by the idea but deep down he really wants a daughter when he’s out of his ‘eternal stud era’.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He isn’t a morning person but he is always up by 6:00 for work. He’s grumpy in the morning. He doesn’t like to talk in the morning but he always says ‘good morning” and always gives you a kiss on the forehead with a “See you later love you” when he’s off to work. He always makes enough coffee for the both of you.

N = Nights (How are nights with them?)

Kuroo loves coming home to you. He’s in his car driving home from work, excited to see you and tell you about it. When you tell him you had a bad day at work, he always brings take-out/desert home. He loves going out at night. Movies, night classes, run activities around town. You would think that when he gets off of work he has less energy but going to work (most days) just gets him excited to come home and do something with the people he cares about.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Slow progression. Once he trusts you, he doesn’t tell you everything on a whim but he does answer any questions you give him honestly. He will open up to you about the things that make him happy, but doesn’t like to talk about any of his negative feelings. He will if you press tho.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

For the love of his life, he has the most patience in the world. He can take ANYTHING you give him. He is a walking doormat for the love of his life. Nothing you can do can piss him off. He is so understanding of you and your feelings. He doesn't like to be angry nor does he like to fight with you or upset you. Any mishap between you, he is ready to find a solution immediately. This behavior change really pisses off his friends because when he argues with his friends, he just goes ghost for 3 days while the situation figures itself out. So the fact that he always tries to solve things with you is meaningful.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kinda forget everything?)

He remembers every single thing about you and makes a point to mention it. In his own little ways, he makes you feel seen and understood. He reminds me of that scene from “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” where Peter Kavinsky knew that Lara Jean was upset because homemade snickerdoodles are her pensive bake. Stuff like that. He’s very attentive.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory was the first time you slept over. You didn’t have sex, just kinda laid there with your back pressed against his chest. It was the first time in a while where he felt safe being in love. He listened to you talk about the future and how much he mattered to you. He was glad you were facing the other way or else you would have seen his teary eyes as he kissed your back and shoulder. He just loves you a lot.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Anything he perceives as a threat, he immediately goes in for the kill. He’s not the most skilled fighter but his mouth goes crazy. He is so disrespectful. And he’s like 6’5 so most people don’t even test him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts and everyday tasks?)

If you wanted the moon, he would get it for you. He is WHIPPED. He puts his everything into making you happy. You wanna go shopping? He goes, is attentive, and pays for dinner after. Your 3 year anniversary? He flies you guys out to wherever you want to go. He’s not a big adventure person by himself, but anything you want to get done he will do it, no questions asked. He likes to impress you.

U = Ugly (what would be some of their icks?)

Awful texter. One-word responses if any. Sends thumbs up emoji’s when he agrees with something.

He cleans but also rearranges everything when he does. And then he doesn’t remember where he puts anything so everything is just lost every week because he’s too stubborn to admit that he forgets where he puts them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s so insecure. He has a fake it till you make it mentally but he hasn’t made it anywhere. He knows that other people find him attractive but he holds himself to a higher standard.

W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

He can’t imagine his life before he met you. It’s not that he is clingy, he’s actually extremely independent from his partner. But the way his world view and his world changed when he met you? He can’t picture a life without you in it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for him)

He smokes cigarettes.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He does not like when people jump to conclusions. He hates being accused of things he didn’t do, it really aggravates him. He also doesn’t like being spammed called/texted, if he didn’t pick up the first time, there is a reason. (But ofc he will call you 3 times if you don’t answer.)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He sleeps on his stomach. He goes full spider and takes all the space on the bed. He’s a very light sleeper.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testsuro x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons

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birthday kiss ll tetsurō kuroo

You and Kuroo have been work rivals for the past two years in the office. Today, however, is his birthday. All-day he has been waiting expectantly for his gift. Will you give it to him, or let your pride get the better of you?

Word Count: 1.8K

Genre: Office Romance, Rivals to Lovers

Pairing: Timeskip!Kuroo x Coworker!Y/N

Authors Note: I’m pretending this takes place in Uptown Manhattan near 59th Street, New York City. Happy Birthday to my love.

Y/N sat at their desk at 9:00 am, as they did every weekday. And every weekday they would type away at their keyboard as the sun beamed from the glass wall of windows. It was chilly today, their black coat hung on their chair. From the 24th floor of their business office building, Y/N’s desk had a view of hundreds of the other grey, black and brown skyscrapers. The overlooking sight of the city would have been enjoyable today, if it wasn’t for a black-haired skyscraper that loomed over Y/N’s desk, with a cock grin on his face.

“Where’s my birthday gift?” His voice sang. His black work suit hugged at his waist, leaving his figure slim and his collar open. His black hair was gelled out from his face, leaving a few of his bang pieces resting on his forehead. His silver stud earrings contrasted against his tan skin. His sleeves were cuffed up his forearm, leaving some of his tattoos visible to any onlookers. The way he managed to make anything look good caused conflicting irritation in those around him, including Y/N.

“In your wildest dreams, Kuroo.” Y/N responded snippily. Just because it was his birthday doesn’t mean Y/N’s opinion or behavior around him was subject to change. November 17 or not, he was still a prick.

Kuroo placed a hand on his heart, he hung his head low. “I can only imagine.” His eyes looked down at your desk, searching for anything labeled for him. “So,” he drew his glance up back to their face, only to find Y/N had already focused their attention onto their work. He internally rolled his eyes. “What did you get me?”

“That beautiful pile of paperwork that’s already waiting for you at your desk.” They used the end of their pen, to point at the stack they had placed on his desk earlier and gave him a grin. He turned to look at his desk and back to Y/N, with a smile on his face.

“You are cruel.”

“Get to work Kuroo.”

“Bet you I’ll be done before you.” He challenged.

“Yeah right.” Y/N scoffed at the very plausible possibility. While Kuroo was infuriatingly lax, he was anything but inefficient. “I bet you $10, I’ll be out of here way before you.” Y/N put their pen down and crossed their arms. Kuroo’s ears perked at the challenge. “If I finish before 6,” he taps his fingers against the edge of their desk. “You have to give me the gift you’re hiding.”

“I’m not hiding any gif-”

“And” he interrupted. “If you win, I’ll take you out to dinner next week.”

Y/N leaned back in their chair, “And what makes you think I want to go to dinner with you?”

“Free food with your favorite coworker?” Y/N didn’t bother with a reply and opted to roll their eyes and check their desk clock. “You just wasted 15 minutes here bothering me, get to work Kuroo.”

He took a pen from Y/N’s pen jar and walked back to his desk. With his back turned to them, Y/N let out a sigh of relief. They opened the top drawer of their desk, to reveal a colorfully wrapped box labeled “Happy birthday Kuroo.”

Now how to give this to him without him being a total ass about it.

As work continued, Y/N stole glances at him from their desk. His face would light up each time a ‘Happy Birthday’ card was put onto his table. He would thank his coworkers with a small nod. Every so often he would catch Y/N’s gaze, offering them an amused expression.

He pointed at one of his birthday cards and pointed as his empty palm, ‘where is my gift?’. Y/N responded by pointing at the nearby trashcan. Kuroo cupped his two hands into a heart, then broke it in half. ‘You hurt me’ he mouthed. Y/N snickered and rolled their eyes, looking back down at their desk.

The sun began to set as the workday came to an end at 5:00 pm. They typically had the most workload in their position in the company, which explained them both needing to stay behind while their other coworkers have cleared out. Leaving only Y/N and the birthday boy, scribbling away at their last assignments for the day. Kuroo grinned as he loudly dropped his pen. “And with 15 minutes to spare.”

Y/N groaned in response. They have finished only seconds after him. “Fine.”

Y/N grabbed the gift from their desk and dragged their feet while they placed his gift and their pride on his desk without saying a word. Kuroo watched as the glow from the setting sun fell onto his desk, his gift and Y/N.

It’s like the sun fell onto all that was radiant. He thought to himself.

“Uh uh uh” he tsked, “You’re not just going to put a gift on my desk and not even tell me happy birthday.” Y/N turned back around to face him, their face tinted red from embarrassment.

“I’d rather drop dead.”

Kuroo ignored their response and unwrapped his gift, a crooked smile crept onto his face as the box was revealed to be a bunch of different colored ties. The orange tint from the sun rested on the side of Kuroo’s face and hair. He looked back up at them with his eyebrow raised.

“I’ve only seen you wear dark blue and I heard you complain about how you don’t have other colors that suited you so I saw these at the department store and thought-” you began to explain. It wasn’t a big deal, just a couple of ties. With the tender expression on Kuroo’s face, you would think you would have gifted him something of more value.

To Kuroo, this was the best birthday gift.

He takes a step towards them and bent down. His head fell towards theirs, his eyes trained on their face. Where the sun beamed, his shadow worked as an eclipse, encompassing its glow with his figure. He tilted his head to place a small, fleeting kiss on their cheek. It didn’t feel like a kiss, his lips barely grazing their face, but the warmth of his lips remained even after he had pulled away.

“Thank you.” He whispered into their ear. His voice was as tender as his expression. “Y’know, I could really get used to you being nice to me.”

“It’s a birthday gift, don’t start crying over it” Y/N replied curtly. They internally winced at the crack in their voice. They quickly cleared their throat. “Goodnight Kuroo.”

They walked back to their own desk to collect their things. The beating of their chest was so loud, they were worried he could hear it from across the room. Before walking out the door, Y/N turned to him and found him already staring back at them. He watched as Y/N muttered out,

“Happy birthday.”

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testsuro x y/n #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n

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erosxreader · 3 years

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i just saw the words ‘exam’ and ‘bokuto’ and ‘date’ and my brain came up with this. congratulations @kotarotea also everything here is via a pre-pandemic setup so idk if the exam is done online ANYWAY DONE RAMBLING on with the show

the first thing you see when you come out of the exam room is your boyfriend’s wide grin.

“congratulations!” bokuto beams, arms coming around you to give you a tight hug.

you sigh in relief and snuggle into the hug, complete oblivious to the rest of the students staring at the star of the volleyball team as they trickle out of the room. “thanks for putting up with me for the past few weeks, bo.”

he shakes his head, looping one arm around your shoulders as he leads you away from the exam room. “don’t worry about it; one of us has to be good at school.” he chuckles when you playfully smack his torso with the back of your hand. “you wanna go out to eat? we can try that new place, the one with the food you wanted to try.”

you stop in your tracks in the middle of a now-empty hallway. “kou, no! that place is so far away from campus.”

bokuto waves the thought away. “i brought a car! we’re good.”

you chew on your bottom lip. “are you sure? that place is kind of expensive, too, plus gas—”

he turns and places his hands on your shoulders. “babe,” he says, pouting. “you just finished an exam. let me take care of you!”

your chest swells with affection, and you can’t help the kiss you press against his lips. “i love you.”

he smiles so, so widely, placing his arm back over your shoulders and leads you in the direction of the parking lot. “come on. i’m hungry, and i’m sure you are, too.”

“yeah.” you wrap an arm around his waist and mull over your next words. “hey, um. what are you doing after lunch?”

bokuto thinks for a second. “nothing. no practice today, so i’m free. was hoping to spend the rest of the day with you, though.” he gives you a curious glance. “why? do you need to be somewhere?”

you flush. “no, uh. we can spend time together, finally, i just…” you clear your throat, tightening your hold around his waist. “i missed you. i was thinking we could go back to my place, and…” you look away, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “yeah.”

the hand pressed against your arm rubs you soothingly. “hey, no need to be shy.” he encourages, and you feel him press a warm kiss to your forehead. “i missed you, too.”

you’re barely able to fight the smile the comes on your face, so you settle for stopping in the middle of a walkway and pressing your face against his chest.

he kisses the top of your head as he hugs you.

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without kuroo ll kenma kozume

Kuroo had left to live on campus, leaving his best friends Kenma and Y/N alone to fend for themselves. Y/N too is also starting college, though still staying in the city with Kenma. Kenma, still a third year, battles with his own insecurities. Will he be enough for you without Kuroo?

Pairing: ThirdYear!Kenma x Reader

Word Count: 733

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Kenma’s low esteem

Author’s Note: Late night Kenma post :) it’s Kenma’s POV but kinda?? It’s cheesy but I love it.

“I’m telling you, he is whoring around as we speak” Y/N laughed at the image their best friend Kuroo had just sent them. The image illuminated Kenma’s dark room. It was Kuroo, in his college dorm with an obscene amount of bruises around his neck and collar. Kenma, the third of their childhood trio, didn't even bother to glance up from his game.

“Ugh gross. The thought of Kuroo doing anything even close to sexual makes me nauseous” retorted Kenma. Growing up together, Kuroo had no trouble stealing the attention from every onlooker in passing. It had been a week since Kuroo had left for college. Leaving the trio helpless without their leader.

Y/N snickered. “I dunno, being a whore kinda suits him. However-” Y/N rolled their body to the edge of the bed. Their head bumped Kenma’s who was sat on the floor, to which he again didn’t respond to.

“Don’t you worry Kenma, you didn’t abandon me for business school, which automatically makes you my favorite” Kenma rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t abandon Y/N for any stupid boarding school in the world. He glanced over in their direction to see them laughing at their phone. This line up was typical for them. Him, playing his game for the whole night and you, on your phone with the occasional 2-player game. However tonight was different,

Kuroo wasn’t here

While Kuroo was still actively texting both you and Kenma, it was only the first week of college. Kuroo had the rest of the world ahead of him, same with you. Kenma bit the inside of his cheek.

If Kuroo was able to leave,

will you move on too?

He looked over at Y/N again, watching as you sank from the bed to sit with him on the floor. You left just enough space between the two of you to keep Kenma comfortable. You were always so good at keeping him comfortable.

You sat at the other edge of the bed, your body lined up with the end of the TV. You laid your head against the bed covering mirroring Kenma, as you watched him play in silence. The vibrant hues from the TV gave washes of color to your face. He always thought you were too pretty for him, for *this*.

Since freshman year, you have been glued to his hip. You didn’t mind spending every Friday night held up in his room playing video games. You were at every game, screaming louder than the other team's marching bands. You didn’t complain about skipping prom when Kuroo got a stomach bug. You were always there for him, for THEM.

But how was Kenma supposed to be enough without Kuroo?

“Yes Kenma?” you called for his attention. He hadn’t realize how long he had been staring at Y/N. Your voice was gentle, it always was when you spoke to him. He lowered his gaze, his blonde curtains of hair hiding his eyes. You shuffled next to him, sitting on your knees. You took your hand and brushed a piece of his hair out of his face. He gave you a tight smile.

“We’re gonna be just fine without him, it’s only 4 years and besides it’s Kuroo he’s gonna get bored of those pretentious losers and come back to us in no time and-”

“I’m wasn’t thinking about Kuroo.” Kenma’s voice was low. He hadn’t notice how close he had leaned into you, until a nearly inaudible gasp left your lips. He looked up at your face, you were so close your eyes were blurry. That, oddly enough, filled him with a little bit of courage.

Who knew you could gasp like that? Who knew his proximity could make you gasp like that?

He didn’t want to lose you to someone like Kuroo and Bokuto. Something with power, with stride. He won’t lose you to someone with strength.

Y/N’s fingers tentatively brushed against the back of Ken‘s ear placing down the rest of his hair. They left their hand resting on the nape of his neck. Their eyes looked at his lips and back up at him.

Kenma hastily shuts his eyes and threw his lips against yours. He had no clue what he was doing, but the way you cupped his jaw, tugging his face and him towards you, he felt safe.

Your lips were so soft.

#kenma kuzome x reader #kenma x y/n #haikyuu x reader

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Kōtarō Bokuto ll SFW Alphabet

Author’s note: Hey I'm back, sorry i was sad. In my head, Timeskip! Bokuto has a similar build to Joe from Sk8 the Infinity so that’s my base. I am in love with him <3

This is Timeskip! Bokuto

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

It’s not that he’s constantly smothering you but anytime he feels overwhelmed by his love for you (which is often) he always feels the need to showcase it in the most bokuto way possible. He hugs you randomly, he tears up when you guys are hanging out.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

VERY SLOW FRIENDSHIP. You guys meet once at like, a grocery store. Slowly but surely you guys learn new things about each other as you talk in passing, waiting in line. Then one day he starts walking you home carrying your groceries as well as his (he calls it training). One day you invite him up for lunch and you guys just start having lunch dates on groceries day. And the rest is history.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle)

He’s a big puppy. He’s huge but doesn’t really understand that he’s so big. He just..lays on top of you and puts your hand on his head to pet him. He just likes being held. ((and I will hold him))

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants kids. He wants three baby girls and he will love them with everything in him. He can follow a recipe and he can clean decently. He keeps the house clean but his room is a lil messy (but it’s his organized mess and he doesn’t like it when others touch his piles).

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it)

He is in tears. No matter how serious or not, he’s a big crybaby and starts crying. He almost doesn’t do it. But he does stop crying eventually and is able to get his feelings out.

F = Financ(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Bokuto imagines his life with you from the second you guys get together but he doesn’t realize that he has to PROPOSE to get there. So one night you were just on the couch of your apartment watching a movie and he turns to you and says “I want to spend the rest of my life with you” (he’s always kinda sappy like that)) and you’re like “gotta marry me first bo” and then he literally does. You freeze and you’re like “bo what-” and he just keeps going. “Marry me.” ((I WILL BE MAKING A FANFIC ABOUT THIS))

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally)

He’s built like an 18-wheeler but is the most sensitive person in the world. It’s not that everything makes him feel bad, he just has a lot of feelings. Early in his career, he doesn’t really understand his own strength so rough housing with him is always 50/50. You better have a high pain tolerance if you’re with him. Going out with him is easy enough until he has to open his mouth. He’s super confrontational but the second he feels afraid it is written all over his face.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He LOVES hugs. All day, every day. In public, at home, at practice everywhere. They are his favorite form of greeting. He always hugs you like he hasn’t seen you in a long time. He always runs a little warm so it’s a nice firm blanket of beefcake.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

The second he realizes. You could be friends for years or dating for a couple months, depending on your relationship with him the second he feels it, he says it. His reasoning is that “he never wants you to be unsure of how he feels about you.” He says I love you to Kuroo and Daichi all the time and they get so embarrassed.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

All the time. The cashier that winked at you last week, he’s still upset about it. He doesn’t always realize when other people are flirting with you but when he does he gets so pouty. He doesn’t really talk to you and when you ask him what’s wrong, it takes 2 tries before he actually tells you. He knows you love him and only him but he does get insecure so he needs reassurance.

K = Kisses (what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He tries to be gentle but he’s just so strong. He wears flavored chapstick so when he kisses you, it leaves your lips a little shiny (if you name the flavor he gets so excited and embarrassed). He kisses you like he’s starving. He kisses you like you are the best thing that has ever happened to him. He has a habit of smiling while he kisses you because he’s just so happy to be able to kiss you. He likes to kiss you on the face. Forehead, cheek, jaw, temple, lips, etc.

Kiss his arms. He will melt immediately. He’s so proud of himself and his success but to have you praise him?? Drives him nuts. Kiss his forehead too he will melt.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He wants his own little league. He wants a bunch of girls who he will love more than anything on this earth. But only after he retires. He will play volleyball until he can’t and when he can’t, he will pour his life and love into his kids. He’s perfectly fine with adoption or foster care, he just wants to love and protect his kids. (but he’s not having any kids ANY time soon)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He runs every day at 5 am. He actually gets ansty if he isn't able to do his morning run. He tries to get you to join him but doesn’t push it. By the time he comes home, he showers and makes himself some breakfast (and you if you’re still asleep). Seeing him, hair still wet, sweats on, NO SHIRT at the crack of dawn ready to love you and his life today and tomorrow.

N = Nights (How are nights with them?)

He can’t hang. By 11pm he is tired or asleep. He loves movie night but by the 2nd movie he is out like a light. You can tell he’s tired when he just doesn’t talk. He just sits there with a blank expression on his face, you would think he’s angry but he’s just sleepy. He prefers to sleep not touching (he moves around a lot) but if you’re napping you’re inseparable. He always says goodnight before he falls asleep, no matter where you are or where he is.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He just likes to give his opinions on things :( He’s very opinionated and through that you learn everything about him. “I just think-” is how he starts 90% of his sentences.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easily annoyed, never angry. He gets grumpy or petty very easily but he gets over it in a day max. Actual arguments he will put off until it blows up in his face. He hates when you’re mad at him.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kinda forget everything?)

He doesn’t remember anything unless it revolves around you, his friends or volleyball. He remembers so much in fact that he’s actually super educated on your interest because of how much you talk about it. Anything, and I mean anything, that involves you he makes a point to educate himself on (and he likes to impress you with his knowledge and likes when you call him smart.)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he made you laugh. The first time he ever made you laugh, you didn’t even notice the way his eyes lit up, and his cheeks flushed pink. That's when he knew he was a lost cause.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Cannot fight to save his life. He’s so lucky that his build is intimidating enough. Because his mouth goes crazy but in a catty way. “You’re a fucking bitch, and better get the fuck out of my face” typa time. Bo doesn’t like to be protected but he does like being taken care of after the fact. Tell him he did a good job and that he’s so cool for protecting you and he’s fine.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts and everyday tasks?)

You would think you were royalty with the way he treats you. Bo’s favorite movie genre is romance so he loves to mimic the things he watches and test them on you to see which you like best. You guys have been paragliding, fancy restaurants, street racing, you guys have done it all. Being with him is A LOT of trial and error, but it’s always fun because it’s with him.

U = Ugly (what would be some of their icks?)

He talks with his mouth full and food DOES fall out. He does this frequently. Remind him to chew and then talk.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is convinced he is balding. He is not, and no matter how much you try to convince him he’s not, he makes you check to make sure. Other than that he is obsessed with himself, he thinks he is the coolest guy to ever walk the planet.

W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

You guys don’t spend every waking moment together but he does miss you every time you’re apart. When he is doing something, he is thinking about you and if you would enjoy doing this with him. He sends you selfies throughout his day and EXPECTS SOME SELFIES in return.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for him)

He loves dancing. Bachata, Salsa, just jumping with his fist up and down, he is there. He also loves board games.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like lateness. If you invite him somewhere at a certain time, he expects you there at that time.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He snores so fucking loud. He also drools a little in his sleep.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x reader #haikyuu

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erosxreader · 3 years

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Hey guys was depressed I’m back 😮‍💨

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don't mind me, just posting my fave hq doodles from my birthday event!!

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hq captains alignment chart, no I don’t take criticism on this

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— 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

summary: you and izuku kiss - but don’t worry it’s just for practise definitely.

wc: 1.3k

content: mild cursing, food mention.

notes: based on honeys drabble bc it’s been on my mind for a week <3 @honey-desires

izuku midoriya is selfish.

he knows this, though nobody else seems to. ask anybody else in his life - his mom, all might, his friends, you - and they'd all tell you staunchly that he is the most selfless person they know, that he won’t keep to himself if he can heroically interfere, that he has less preservation instinct than a bird hurling itself at a window - but izuku knows the truth.

he is selfish.

otherwise, why would he be here? i mean, not literally - he's in his bedroom on a saturday night, which is a perfectly normal place for him to be. there's music playing in the background but he can't focus, because you're sitting in front of him with your hands clasped in your lap, looking at him with uncharacteristic nervousness. the script you're supposed to be working your way through has been discarded at the foot of his bed, because the whole thing had come to a bit of a standstill, due to - well.

you'd asked him to help go through your lines, and he'd done so, of course. the play was a little ridiculous, but it was a big role and he knew you were excited for it. it’s probably best that monoma's mess of a play never left the light of their enclosed school festival, because some of the lines you had to read had made the both of you cringe and bury your faces in your hands on multiple occasions. the saccharine declarations of love feel awkward and stilted coming from your lips; not because you’re a bad actor, but because izuku knows it isn’t the kind of thing you do.

you don't... go around waxing poetic about how much you loved people. you just did it. it's something he admires about you the most.

still, you'd waded through most of the lines - and then came that one little stage direction that had you biting your nail and heat pooling to your cheeks. you had to kiss your stagemate.

and, okay, maybe you shouldn't have signed up for a play that was at least partly inspired by romeo and juliet if you were so averse to the idea of kissing someone onstage, but - you just hadn't put much thought into it at the time, really. and as inko cooked dinner in the next room you were pacing and fretting and working yourself up to the point that tears were beading in your eyes, and izuku -

izuku can't stand it. you're always the one coaxing the tears out of his eyes, the one wiping them gently away.

so he does... something stupid.

you ask him, "are you sure?"

he nods before he can even think. selfish. "y-yeah, i'm sure. if - um - if you're still okay with it, of course!"

"i am," you reply easily, smiling, which soothes his fizzing nerves a little. he can feel himself spasming with anxiety, like his blood has caught alight beneath his skin, and he can't help that his eyes keeping darting down to your lips when you talk. was this actually happening?

he jumps when you reach out and wrap your hands over his own; he hadn't even realised he'd been fiddling with his fingers, and he watched, entranced, mouth parted, as you carefully unwind each of them until his palms are spread wide. as you begin to talk, your fingers walk down the jagged paths of his scars, and he can't help the shudder that passes through him. you're so... gentle with him. like you're really afraid of hurting him.

you always have been, really. it's why this is happening - because you're kind, and he is selfish.

"thanks," you whisper, the words barely catching, and he shakes his head. you don't move your hands from his, stroking over jagged skin, and he feels both of your heartbeat in the circlets of your thumb, feels the quiver of your breath ghost over his face. you're so close.

he can't do this. why did he suggest this? you're thirty centimeters away from his face, he can smell the mint from the gum you were chewing and your citrus bodywash, and you're looking at him like it's the first time you've ever seen him. the sharp intensity in your eyes is almost too much for him to handle - his heartbeat is practically humming. he can't do this, he can't do this, he can't do this -

"i'm going to kiss you now," you tell him gently, and the world stops. "okay?"

for a split-second, he thinks about calling the whole thing off. it's a stupid idea, when he knows how he feels and how you don't, that he's just hurting himself in the long run, that this kiss means something entirely different for the both of you - for you, it's practise, and for him it's what he's been dreaming about since he was old enough to dream. it's what he's wondered about when he'd idly sketch the outline of your face, pencil stuttering when it came to your mouth because he'd start to wonder what it would feel like pressed to his own. it's slow-acting poison, the way your hands are so warm and gentle on his own and the way you're murmuring so softly. he wants to back out. he's selfish and a coward to boot, and he wants to call it off.

and then he thinks of you on that stage having to kiss someone else. he thinks of the nervous flutter of your pulse, and the panic you'd be feeling as you melted under the stinging fluorescent lights when you kissed someone you knew a little bit but not enough, and he changes his mind.

breath hitching, izuku nods. you smile, and it's over for him.

one of your hands drifts up to trace along the jut of his jaw; his breath trembles because he's an idiot, he's thought about the kiss but never this - this tender before, he's melting like candle wax as you look at him like he's the only boy in the world and you stroke over his freckles. your other hand cups his cheek and you're holding his face, and then there's the slow push as you guide him down - giving him one more chance to back out.

but izuku midoriya is selfish, so his eyes flutter shut and he lets you pull him toward you.

he'd let you pull him straight off a cliff, if you did it with your hand in his.

your lips meet, at first with a brush so soft he almost misses it; in that instant he's panicked, tenses, ready to reel back and apologise profusely, but then you murmur - "it's okay," - and you're so close that your voice hums through him and he freezes.

he's yours. he knows that so deeply in his heart. he's yours for the taking, he always has been.

you tilt your head this time, brush your lips again - and this time you sink into it, swallowing, and izuku forgets to breathe. even as your eyes close, he forces his own open for a half-second, needing to confirm that this is real, it's happening, and he's trembling as he lets himself be consumed by it. it's brief - cut short by your nerves, no doubt, but you don't jerk back when you break the contact. you stay there, hover in front of him with your eyes closed, just... breathing. you're so close still, he can feel the heat radiating from you, and the minute trembling of your hands on his face.

yours eyes blink open, and something wells in the back of his throat when he sees the wonder in them. the kiss is over but you're still looking at him like that, like he's been peeled away and presented to you shiny and new and beautiful. izuku wants to drown in that look. what did he ever do to deserve this, he wonders?

"was - was that okay?" he can't resist asking; his voice, without his knowledge, comes out tiny and unsure, and you breathe out a laugh.

"yeah," you whisper. finally, you pull back a little, and izuku inhales cool air again. you keep your hands on his face, like you're cradling him, and he wonders how red he is. he'd been flushed since his suggestion, of course, and he thinks he must be boiling to the touch, but you keep your hands there, shaky as they may be. "thank you."

you shouldn't thank him. he is so selfish. if you knew the real reason he'd offered, he's sure you'd hate him. he hates himself a little already, now that the euphoria has ebbed. this is all he's going to think about for weeks, he's sure, another thing to taunt himself with and he did it all to himself.

he really is reprehensible.

"dinner's ready!"

inko's shout is muffled through the wall, but it's like a gunshot in the silence. your hands shoot back to their sides, and now he sees your expression waver, your eyes widen, like the realisation of what you've done is just sinking in. he waits, shaking, dreading that you'll suddenly realise how awful he is and start yelling - but instead your eyes skitter away from him, your fingers curl at your sides and your mouth presses into a thin line.

you look almost as nervous and flushed as he does.

"s-so, um..." he ventures. his mouth is drier than paper. "we should - dinner -"

"right!" you latch onto this with eagerness, scrabbling for the handle and flinging the door open. izuku allows himself a minute, brings a hand up to touch his own mouth. he still can't believe it's real, that it happened, that you really were as perfect as he'd thought for so long.

and then the gloom returns, because it was only for practise, wasn't it?

in the kitchen, mind spinning, you ask yourself the same question. it was only practise, right?

right.

... right?

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