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Glad you're here – Kyotani x reader wc 651 – gn!reader

Kyotani never had anyone cheer him on for a game since he joined the Sendai Frogs. Tsukishima’s friends and brother would be there every other game, despite his ungrateful attitude, and Koganegawa had a lot of family and friends come see him, so he pretty much always had someone. Meanwhile, Kyotani would just busy himself with warming up and keep his eyes on the floor or the net, brushing off any comfort his teammates might try to provide.

You and Kyotani had not been dating for very long. It had grown from something shy to something sweet, but you were both new to the whole open affection thing and preferred dates in the safety of your homes. It’s not that you didn’t go out at all, you’d been to the cinema just the other day, and that morning you’d grabbed a coffee together before he had to go to work.

Still, he never asked you to go to his games. Just the thought of asking for it made him grumble in fluster, worried it was too much to ask for or somehow a weird thing to want.

Who openly admits they want someone to cheer for them, and them only?

You were none the wiser of his mental struggles and decided to surprise him by showing up to his game.

Kyotani warmed up as usual, but there was this odd feeling like he was being watched. It shouldn’t be odd, he was in the middle of a volleyball court and they were about to start, lots of people could be looking at him, but this was different. His heart was beating faster, and he slowly turned around, eyes searching the stands.

And he found you almost immediately.

Because he didn’t know you were coming and couldn’t give you his jersey, you wore a frog-themed bucket hat. The neon green kind with eyes sticking out at the top. Their merch could be quite expensive, so you made your own sign with his name on it and lots of doodles around it, making it stand out. With a happy but unsure smile, you gave him a subtle wave, thinking that he might not want to make a big deal of it.

Kyotani took a long, deep breath and slowly let it out, before the biggest smile you’d seen on him yet took over his face. He held up his arm, knitting his fist and giving you a signal that he’d fight bravely.

You returned the gesture with a giggle that melted into the loud cheers from the rest of the crowd, but Kyotani knew the sound well enough that his mind provided the vocals.

Kyotani hadn’t played this hard in a long time. The commentators couldn’t keep his name out of their mouths, and all the cameras kept panning to him. Everyone questioned what got him so fired up until the whistle blew for their break. As if on command, Kyotani sprinted right in your direction, jumping over the divider and jogging up the stairs to your row. He had an urge to hug you, but stopped himself at the last second and ended up just staring at you and trying to catch his breath.

With a gleeful chuckle, you opened your arms, urging him to lean down and capture you in a sweaty hug. Koganegawa was making some loud comment somewhere in the distance, but Kyotani couldn’t care less, even knowing the cameras might have caught the vulnerable moment. He was just so happy to see you were there for him.

After indulging in the hug for as long as he could allow himself, but not nearly long enough, he stood back up with flushed cheeks and rubbed the top of your hat. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

You pushed his hand away playfully and lifted the hat back up so you could look at him, stars in your eyes. “Me too.”

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requested by @knoxing-around for don't forget me<3

thamk @cottonlemonade for helping me adjust the ending<3

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Yk I'm really starting to miss bugging kiyoomi...

“Do you think if I lived inside your skin I’d be able to move your arms and legs?”

“I wish you’d stop saying things, sometimes.”

Despite his sigh of exhaustion, Kiyoomi smirks at your words, his sleepy eyes closed with his lashes on his cheeks. He’s minutes away from falling asleep in your arms, his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, but you’re feeling a little too playful for your own good.

You move a hand to gently cradle the back of his head, fingers gently playing with the rings of his curls, “I’m just saying; I’m always saying how I want to live inside your skin. I’m just figuring out logistics.”

“Do I get to move them when I want to?” He asks.

You ponder for a moment, then hum, “you can, but I feel like you’d trust my judgement enough to let me move you, and you’d never have to move again.”

“No, because then, I’d never go anywhere,” he snickers. “You’d keep me in bed with you all day, and as delightful as that sounds, it’s not sustainable.”

You go quiet, and when he pops an eye open to look at you, you’re pouting. True, genuine pouting, and he clicks his tongue and angles his head to look at you, chin resting on your sternum. "angel. Come on."

You huff and reach over for your phone, seemingly now done with the conversation, "whatever."

"You're going to look me in the eyes and tell me you'd let me get up and go to work and not keep us contained to the bed forever? Since when?"

"It doesn't matter," you grumble. "Just say you hate me and move on."

That does it. Immediately, Kiyoomi pounces up on his hands and knees, hovering over you. You gasp at his sudden burst of energy, barely fighting him as he takes the phone from your hands and moves it to the side. His hair shags around his face, almost like a halo, and you fight the urge to hook the ringlets behind his ear. "First of all- first of all:" he puckers his lips out dramatically for a kiss, which you do give him, "I love you a filthy, disgusting, but not embarrassing amount because I could never be embarrassed by being in love with you." That has you smiling. "Secondly," he reaches to hold your hands, "look me in the eyes and say 'I, as a future Sakusa, swear that if I lived in my husband's skin, I would not keep him in bed all the time.' And then I'll believe you."

You giggle softly at his silliness, but ultimately don't say anything. No answer is his answer. He chuckles, "that's what I thought."

"That's not fair!" You giggle. "You're telling me if you lived in my skin, you wouldn't stay in bed forever?"

"Of course I would, but I'm not supposed to tell you that."

You laugh and angle your head up to kiss him, gently resting your head on your bundle of fingers, "at least we're on the same page."

"Yeah," he grins. "I'm glad."

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i rlly enjoy reading all ur little diaries on here i hope u all have a nice life

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blanket hog, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  kuroo tetsuro is a blanket hog, plain and simple.

➼ pairing! timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

➼ warnings! none, this is pure fluff

➼ word count! 1.1k

➼ author’s note! erhm, hello! found this half-written piece i wrote last summer and finished it up. enjoy :p

"Tetsu," You hum out softly, pointer finger jabbing into the meat of said man's arm for the umpteenth time. As expected, Kuroo doesn't so much as move a muscle. Huffing quietly, you lean back onto your calves, knees digging further into your side of the mattress that you share with the insufferable man who currently lies with his back towards you. Eyes moving past him to get a glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table, you realize that after having completed your night routine and spending a good ten minutes attempting to wake up your boyfriend, a new day has begun, and god, are you tired. So despite knowing it's most likely futile, you give one last call of your boyfriend's name. He remains asleep, or what you personally believe to be a pretense of sleep. And normally, you'd simply leave him to his own devices. But there was one issue.

He's hogging the entire comforter. And the room is freezing.

But you also know what he's doing. Kuroo has always been a provocative man, living for the thrill of riling up others - dishing out teasing remarks and displaying mischievous behavior. And you have a suspicious inkling that this is most likely your "payback" for not coming to bed earlier with him when he had asked you to, instead opting to tell him you'd join him later. He had insisted on you coming with him, but all you could do was offer him a chaste kiss on the cheek before bidding him a good night. And so he went, sulking all the way. However, you really couldn't be blamed. You had been sent home with a ridiculous amount of paperwork, and since it was your Friday, you had wanted to knock it all out tonight so that you didn't have to fret about it on your days off from work.

Still, in Kuroo's deluded mind, it was probably considered an unforgivable betrayal.

Thus, this was him "getting back" at you. But unfortunately for your boyfriend, you are anything but compliant. So instead of playing into his antics, you kick your legs out from under you, so that you're no longer sitting on your knees, before settling back into your spot of the bed, albeit a bit further from Tetsurou than normal. And instead of trying to tug the blanket out of his hold, you merely curl up into a ball, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them in an exaggerated attempt at conserving your body heat.

Because you know your boyfriend. And you've been with him long enough to know that he can never keep up with his antics for too long, especially not at the expense of you. The sight of you, cold and curled up in the bed, would surely be one to tug on his heartstrings. The thought alone makes a smile curl onto your face, and it widens even more so when you feel just the slightest shift of movement coming from the other side of the bed.

You knew that little shit wasn't sleeping.

Still, you refuse to acknowledge him. Instead, you remain curled into yourself, deciding it's your turn to feign sleep. Eyes fluttering shut, you school your features into a passive one. Moments pass in silence, and in all honesty, as each one ticks by, you find that you could probably slip into true slumber at any second, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you and settling deep into your bones. Blanket and Kuroo be damned.

Just before your body fully gives way to its fatigue, arms are suddenly slithering around your waist and gently pulling you back, until your back is pulled flush against Kuroo's chest. A wave of warmth rushes over you when you feel the plush material of the comforter you share with your boyfriend being draped over your body, along with the combined warmth of his body heat. As a result, your limbs slowly retract from your body, legs and arms straightening out as you practically melt into the warmth that's now engulfing you. You nearly miss the quiet huff of air that comes from behind you as your body grows more lax. But your ears pick up on it, and the smile that has been playing at your lips since you first felt Kuroo's touch on your skin grows tenfold. 

He couldn't even last two minutes.

"You're so mean," Tetsurou's sleep-ridden voice vibrates against the shell of your ear, soft lips brushing against the skin there with each word being spoken. You won't admit it but the soft touches have you melting back against his chest.

"Says the one who was going to just leave me out in the cold."

A huff slips past Kuroo's lips, but still, his arms tighten around your waist.

"You deserved it," Came Kuroo's childish retort and you can practically hear the pout on his lips as he speaks.

An incredulous laugh slips past your lips, and you twist in his hold so that you can meet your boyfriend's gaze. He's pulled you so close to him that your nose nearly bumps against his when you resettle, and just like you predicted, his lips are turned down into a small pout.

"And why exactly do I deserve it, pray tell?"

"You wouldn't come to bed with me." His pout deepens, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop the laughter that is bubbling in your throat and threatens to slip past them.

"Aw, my poor baby." You coo instead, fingers reaching out to give his cheek a pinching little tug. He's quick to swat your hand away but he doesn't let you pull away, instead threading his fingers through yours and letting your conjoined hands fall against his chest. The action has your teasing tone slipping away, and a more sincere gaze replacing your prior mischievous one as you peer up at your boyfriend. It's not hard to notice the small bags he has forming under his eyes, faint hues of blue and purple beneath them acting as a testament to his own demanding workload and exhaustion. Frowning slightly, you reach out with your free hand to push some of the hair off his forehead, touch featherlight and gentle as you take him in, "Well, I'm here now."

"Yeah, well, it's too late." Kuroo huffs out, as if he's not currently entangling his legs with yours and tugging you even closer to his body, free hand guiding your head to rest in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, yeah." You roll your eyes in response, but there's a content smile playing at your lips as you feel the soft kiss he presses to your forehead, "Definitely too late."

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timeskip tsukishima 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑 nothing else to say tbh

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no voy a salir nunca de esta me temo

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Iwaizumi doodles that I made after gym ⭑.ᐟ

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for @kurroomii <3 | event masterpost

you notice it when he’s reaching for his drink — arms outstretched, shirt discarded somewhere in the sand.

“wait,” you say, sitting up on your towel. “what is that.”

kuroo looks down at himself, then blinks. there, just under his ribs, is a soft pale shape. the rest of his skin’s gone golden from the sun, but right in the middle—oval, ridged edges, unmistakably seashell-shaped—is a perfect little mark.

he snorts. “oh. huh.”

“you fell asleep with a seashell on your stomach?”

“apparently.” he grabs his glass and takes a sip of the vanilla and peach mojito you’d ordered earlier, half-melted ice clinking gently against the rim. “could’ve been worse. could’ve been a crab.”

you laugh, flopping back down. “you’re going to be walking around with that thing for a week.”

“good.” he shifts closer, leans over you on one elbow. “means i’ve got you with me even when you’re not around.”

you squint up at him. “because of a tan line?”

he shrugs, grinning. “symbolism, baby.”

you shake your head, but your smile gives you away. he leans down, presses a kiss just beside your cheek, his skin still warm from the sun.

“besides,” he adds, voice lower, “you’re the one who gave me the drink, set up the umbrella, and picked the playlist. you're the reason i was knocked out cold under the sound of the waves. it was a good nap.”

you hum. “still ridiculous.”

“romantic,” he corrects. “ridiculously romantic.”

the wind shifts. the sun keeps burning steady above you both. and somewhere in the sand is a little shell that’s officially made its mark.

© everything here is written with care — please don’t repost, copy, or alter my work without permission.

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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ushijima feels like he can’t get to you fast enough.

the final whistle has barely echoed through the gym when his eyes find you in the stands—already standing, already smiling, like you’ve been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. the crowd is loud, people moving everywhere, teammates clapping him on his back, but none of it registers because you’re the only thing he’s moving towards.

your face lights up when you see him heading your way, and you start weaving through the edge of the court. he meets you halfway, and before he can say anything—before he can think of anything worth saying—you throw your arms around his neck.

he grunts softly as he catches you, big hands steadying your waist like you’re the most natural thing he’s ever held. you hug him tight, nose buried in the damp crook of his neck, all sunshine and love and joy that you know he doesn’t quite know what to do with.

“you were so good,” you whisper, pulling back just enough so you can look him in the eye. “like, stupidly good. i was yelling so much i think my throat gave up on me.”

ushijima blinks, dazed from the affection, but there’s something warm flickering behind his eyes.

“you yell even when i’m bad,” he says.

“that’s because i love you either way,” you reply without missing a beat, and press your mouth to his like it’s instinct, like it’s something you’ve wanted to do since his first serve of the match. it’s a little clumsy, but it makes his hands grip your waist just a little tighter.

when you finally pull away, noses bumping, he blinks again: flushed and terribly in love. the faintest curve tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“i thought you didn’t like to be so… public,” he says, voice low.

“i don’t,” you say, pecking his lips again, “but i’ll make an exception for you.”

ushijima kisses you again, and thinks, you’re mine. you’re my exception, too.

#5. throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. (for @mahowaga because ushijima wakatoshi seems to follow her wherever she goes.)

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messy timeskip kuroo moodboard ! with a little bit of peter parker bcs i see my guy in him

[ @corvidaith ‘25 ] pictures are not mine and are sourced from pinterest. i have classes this week, have these for now!

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bonding with friends over your favourite fictional little guys

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"i miss him" says girl about the fictional guy she thinks about every hour of every day

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kenma joined the trend! ✨✨🐈

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God forbid a girl prefers fictional men