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kurokoros · 4 years

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thicc | kuroo

Rated: M

Words: 9.2K

Pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Kuroo has nice thighs. Unfortunately, you aren’t the only one who notices.

AN: A belated birthday gift for @whats-her-quirk. Happy (late) birthday, June <3 Have some smut! I’m sorry it’s stupidly long! Also, I’m sorry for any glaring mistakes, I didn’t edit this asdfghjkl

Warnings: smut, jealousy thigh riding, spanking, mild choking, dirty talk (praise and degradation), wall sex, unprotected sex

If you had to pick your favorite thing about volleyball it would be the players. Well, one player in particular. It’s always hard for you to keep your eyes of Kuroo when he plays, your gaze always drifting back to him even when you should be following the ball. More specifically, it’s always hard for you to keep your eyes off his thighs in those sinfully short shorts.

And the practice match tonight is no different, your eyes glued to Kuroo’s legs as he jumps to block a spike, his muscles tensing as he moves, sweat dripping down his skin.

Thank god you let Akaashi drag you with him to the match tonight. Your plan was originally to stay home and study, but Bokuto had whined and begged until Akaashi agreed to watch the match, and somehow you were roped into coming as well. Earlier, you were a little irritated about being dragged out on your one night off, but now you definitely aren’t complaining.

“You’re drooling,” Akaashi tells you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that he’s smirking.

Reluctant to take your eyes off Kuroo, you jab him with your elbow. “Shut up, Keiji,” you snap, blatantly staring at Kuroo as he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Chancing a glance at your friend, you see him doing the same to Bokuto. “Like you’re any better.”

Akaashi has the decency to pretend like he wasn’t just ogling his boyfriend’s glistening abs, but you have zero shame in staring.

Like he can feel your eyes on him, Kuroo looks up at you in the stands. His expression brightens, and he smirks, sending you a wink before turning back to the game. And fuck if that’s not the sexiest thing you’ve seen all day. You can’t wait to wipe that stupid smirk off his face tonight when you—

A loud whine drags you from your daydream, your gaze snapping away from Kuroo only to land on a pouting Yukie. With another whine, she drops her head onto your shoulder, the sound muffled by the too large jacket wrapped around you. Raising an eyebrow, you glance at Kaori over Yukie’s head, but the other girl only sighs. On your other side, Akaashi leans forward enough to look at Yukie as well.

Before you can ask her what’s wrong, Yukie’s arms slide around your waist. She pulls her face from your arm and props her chin against your shoulder, a heavy, dramatic sigh falling from her mouth. “Ugh,” she groans, looking at you and Akaashi, who only blinks back at her, “you two are so lucky to have such hot boyfriends.”

You almost choke on your spit when her words register. Behind her, Kaori looks absolutely scandalized, her eyes wide with horror. You’re barely able to smother your laughter when you catch a glimpse of Akaashi’s bewildered expression.

He blinks at Yukie again, mouth opening and then closing just as quickly before he finally settles on a confused, “Thank you.”

Yukie nods, her gaze sliding back to the volleyball game going on below. She hums in thought as she watches the ball move, eyes latching onto a familiar player. “Bokuto is thick,” she continues suddenly, rambling to herself. “Thick. With two Cs. Like, damn, look at him next to Oikawa’s pancake ass and tell me that that—what do the kids say, cake?—isn’t the nicest thing you’ve ever seen. Not that Oikawa isn’t hot too, but you know how I like a nice ass.”

You’re trying not to wheeze at this point, your shoulders shaking with barely muffled giggles as Yukie’s attention shifts to Oikawa’s flat ass. Next to you, Akaashi looks like he’d rather be literally anywhere else, and you knock your shoulder against his. His exasperated expression only makes you laugh harder.

Of course, that’s when Yukie turns her attention to your boyfriend.

“Oooh, and don’t get me started on Kuroo. Those are some pretty damn delicious arms. And his thighs! God, he could crush me with those and I’d say thanks.” Your laughter cuts off abruptly, your shoulder stiff beneath Yukie’s chin as her eyes wander over Kuroo slowly, watching as he jumps to successfully block a spike. She hums appreciatively, and you bristle immediately, a sick feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach the longer she looks at him. “They aren’t as beefy as Daichi’s, but Kuroo can—”

Kaori slaps a hand over Yukie’s mouth before she can continue. “Okay, that’s enough out of you,” she says, trying to pull your whining friend off of you while sharing a look with Akaashi.

Yukie only clings to you tighter, arms squeezing around your torso. “What, I’m single! I can look at anyone I want. I just can’t touch, pinch, or lick. It’s not my fault every guy we know is stupidly hot and taken.” Yukie stops suddenly, patting your thigh almost comfortingly. “Congratulations on scoring a hot piece of ass by the way.”

The possessiveness that flares in your chest is shoved back down as you remind yourself that this is Yukie. Your friend. She’s just being ridiculously thirsty as usual. It’s not a big deal. Nope. Not at all.

“Don’t you have a thing with Konoha?” you ask, desperate to change the subject from the aforementioned hot piece of ass that you’re dating. From what you remember from your last girl’s night, Yukie had gone on a handful of dates with the former Fukurodani player and things were going pretty well.

The question only makes Yukie’s expression darken. Her lazy grin disappears, replaced with narrowed eyes and a pout. “He doesn’t seem to think so,” she says, tone dripping with venom that makes your eyes widen. Before you can ask what she means, her mood shifts again. Yukie’s eyes brighten. She throws her arms up, yelling in excitement as the team scores a point.

You lean around her to look at Kaori, bemusement slowly turning to realization. “Is she drunk?”

A tired nod is all the response you need. “Very. She got into the wine while I was in class this afternoon. Apparently Konoha went out with another girl the other night? I’m not sure.”

Yeah, that’ll do it. “Of course, she did.” You settle back in your seat and allow Yukie to lean against your shoulder once more, only half listening to her rambling on about the game and the hot players on both teams. Now that you’re aware of it, you can hear the slight slur in the way she’s talking. That makes you feel a little bit better about her talking so openly about Kuroo. Just a little.

Jealousy is a bitch.

You almost forget about what Yukie said by the time the game is done. Almost. The players are just finishing cleaning up and gathering their things, and you, Akaashi, Kaori, and an intoxicated Yukie are waiting just outside the gym, chatting quietly as you wait for your friends to come out.

It isn’t long before the door to the locker room slams open, cutting Kaori off mid-sentence as the boys leave the gym. Footsteps pound against the floor. You look up just in time to watch Bokuto launch himself through the air and nearly tackle Akaashi to the floor, three inches taller and nearly thirty pounds heavier. Akaashi grunts in surprise, barely able to hold himself up as Bokuto’s arms and legs wrap around him. A noisy kiss is pressed against Akaashi’s cheek, but your attention is already somewhere else.

There’s a stupid grin spreading across your face as soon as you see Kuroo coming down the hallway flanked by Oikawa and Daichi, the three deep in conversation. Even from here you can see Kuroo’s eyes rolling, and you figure they’re talking about Bokuto’s frankly exhausting amount of energy post-game.

You consider calling out to him, but decide to take another second to stare at him instead. It’s unfair how good he looks after a workout, and you might as well enjoy it before he gets the chance to tease you for ogling him.

Yukie isn’t nearly as tactful. “Kuroo!” she calls across the room, waving her arms to get his attention. She nearly smacks you across the face with her flailing, giggling when you nearly drop her in surprise. Kaori hurriedly grabs Yukie as the drunk girl starts to slip from your grasp, and behind you Akaashi is still being smothered in Bokuto’s affections despite his complaints about sweat and PDA.

Kuroo’s head snaps up at the sound of his name, attention turning from Oikawa to Yukie, then to you. A grin immediately makes its way onto his face, his expression lighting up when he sees you. Oikawa says something that makes Kuroo shove him, and one of their other teammates laughs. Waving them off, Kuroo shrugs his bag higher on his shoulder, quickly making his way over to you. A mischievous smile tugs at his lips, and you know he’s just waiting to wrap you up in a bear hug and soak in some much-needed attention.

He’s halfway across the room when Yukie stops giggling long enough to shout, “Nice thighs!”

Kuroo’s steps falter, his eyes wide.

This time, you do drop Yukie. Kaori yelps at the extra weight, not expecting you to let go so suddenly and leave her as the only thing keeping Yukie from falling on her face. Yukie only starts giggling even harder, and you can hear Bokuto snickering as well from where he’s still wrapped around Akaashi.

It takes Kuroo a second to regain his bearings, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as Oikawa laughs obnoxiously. Daichi at least has the decency to pretend he isn’t laughing as Kuroo calls back a confused “Thanks?” Shaking his head, Kuroo’s gaze returns to you, but you’re busy staring at Yukie.

Like before, there’s a sick feeling swirling around in your stomach. You know exactly what it is and force down the bitter, jealous, possessiveness that rises in your throat. It’s a feeling that you hate, but sometimes it’s hard to brush aside, no matter how much you trust Kuroo and no matter how obvious it is that Yukie is just being herself, albeit significantly more intoxicated.

By the time your attention snaps away from Yukie, the boys are closer. Oikawa is still snickering at your boyfriend’s expense, much to Kuroo’s annoyance. The two are exchanging quips, but Kuroo only has eyes for you.

Unfortunately, Yukie is still giggling and swaying next to you, you’re still more jealous than you’d ever admit out loud, and Daichi just happens to be the closest.

It’s almost an unspoken rule that Kuroo is always the first player you congratulate on a game. Usually, he has you wrapped up in a tight embrace as soon as he sees you, strong arms lifting you straight off the ground in his excitement. Just like Bokuto with Akaashi.

So, when Daichi goes to slip around you and help Kaori with Yukie, it comes as a surprise to everyone when you stop him with a light touch on the bare part of his upper arm. “Good game!” is all that you say to him, sending him a smile before letting go just as quickly once he nods, grateful, albeit confused.

You don’t notice the look that Bokuto and Akaashi share behind you.

Kuroo doesn’t look bothered at all by your brief interaction with Daichi, and somehow that makes you feel even worse. Lean arms wrap around your waist and tug you against a firm chest. Warm, slightly chapped lips press a gentle kiss to your temple. “You ready to go home, baby?” he murmurs against your ear.

One of his hands traces the length of your spine until he’s cupping the back of your neck, thumb sweeping across your skin.

Leaning into him, you tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “Yeah.” You wrap your own arms around him, holding on just as tight. “Good game.”

You’ve only been at Kuroo’s apartment for thirty minutes and you’re already about two seconds away from throwing something at Akaashi. With your volleyball player boyfriends wanting to clean up post-game, you’ve been alone with your best friend since Kuroo pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead before racing Bokuto to the bathroom, only narrowly beating the other man—who sat outside the door sulking until Kuroo was done.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind the situation, but you can already tell that Akaashi has something he wants to say, and it’s a conversation that you really don’t want to have tonight.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you don’t dare look at him, all but feeling his stare burning into the side of your face as you stir a spoonful of honey into your tea and watch it dissolve. It’s too quiet in the kitchen. The clinking of your spoon against the side of your mug is too loud, and even Bokuto’s muffled, tone-deaf singing coming from the bathroom down the hall doesn’t lighten the mood. Nose wrinkling, you stop stirring your tea. An irritated sigh slips from your mouth.

He’s still staring, leaning against the counter across from you. Ignoring Akaashi is proving to be more difficult than you initially anticipated. You’re painfully aware of his presence. He’s scrutinizing you, brows furrowed in thought, and you know as soon as you look at him, he’ll know exactly what you’re thinking.

“So,” he starts casually—too casually—eyeing you over the rim of his mug, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

You consider flat out ignoring him, but decide that’s too mean. “Isn’t it too late for you to be interrogating me, Keiji?” you ask, propping your chin against one hand as you finally look at him.

He raises an eyebrow at your word choice. “Who said anything about interrogating you?”

“I’m not upset,” you tell him, you know, like a liar. “I’m just tired. It’s getting late.” Another lie. It’s barely ten. Usually on nights when you stay over, you and Kuroo are up late watching movies or fooling around in his room.

“Okay,” he says, dropping it immediately, much to your surprise. He doesn’t look at you as he grabs his tea off the counter. The mug makes it halfway to his mouth before Akaashi sets it back down with a sigh. “Actually, no. I’m not humoring you tonight.” The look he sends you is stern. “It’s okay for you to be upset about what Yukie said, but it’s not fair to—”

Before he can really start to lecture you, he’s cut off by an enthusiastic blur of blue and gray nearly lunging over the counter to tackle him in a hug. “Keiji!” Bokuto croons, face buried in his boyfriend’s neck.

Akaashi grunts as the wind is knocked out of him, Bokuto giving him a tight squeeze around the middle. “Kou, don’t be so loud,” he chastises, but doesn’t shove Bokuto away. With a sigh, he allows himself to be kissed on the cheek and cuddled, casual indifference broken by a secretive, fond smile.

You consider teasing him, but decide against it, content to let them be.

A moment later, long arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you against a firm chest as lips press against your temple, then your cheek. “Hey, kitten,” Kuroo murmurs, voice muffled as he leans down to kiss the side of your neck. His messy hair tickles your cheek, still damp from his shower, and you automatically relax as the familiar scent of his shampoo tickles your nose. Another kiss is placed just below your jaw, where he can feel your pulse jump under his touch. His lips curl into a smile that you know only means trouble, and you shudder as Kuroo’s fingers inch beneath the hem of your shirt.

Akaashi rolls his eyes at Kuroo’s PDA, and Bokuto wiggles his eyebrows. They’re both used to your boyfriend being a sexual menace by now. He’s like this more often than not after a game. The adrenalin makes him grabby.

Your breath hitches as Kuroo’s hands get a little bolder, “Behave,” you tell him, but don’t try to stop him. He won’t get too handsy with Bokuto and Akaashi right across the counter. And, honestly, after what happened earlier, you’re just as needy as he is right now.

His smirk widens. “You like me better when I don’t.” A sneaky hand snakes around your hips to pinch your ass and you squeal.

You reach around to smack his shoulder as he cackles. “Tetsurou!”

He backs off but doesn’t let you go completely, arms moving back to your waist and wrapping around you tightly. His lips press against the side of your head apologetically, coaxing you to lean back against him, and you roll your eyes as you feel him shake with barely muffled laughter. Abandoning your tea on the counter, you place your hands on his arms.

That seems to placate him for the time being. At least, enough for him to turn his attention to your friends across the counter. Kuroo makes himself comfortable behind you, subtly resting more of his weight against your back as he and Bokuto begin to bicker about another practice match they have later this week.

With his boyfriend momentarily distracted, Akaashi goes back to observing you from across the counter, which you purposely ignore, instead focusing on Bokuto’s animated expressions and the gentle rumble of Kuroo’s chest vibrating against your back every time he speaks. Undeterred by your refusal to look at him, Akaashi crosses his arms, staring at you even harder, like somehow he’ll be able to see right through you.

“Do we really have to go to the gym tomorrow?” Kuroo whines. “It’s Saturday, bro, we can take one day off.”

Bokuto gasps, scandalized. “Never skip leg day, Kuroo!” Huffing, he jabs a finger in your boyfriend’s direction. “You want to be dummy thick like Daichi, don’t you?” he asks, much to your amusement. Akaashi looks like he’s in physical pain, and it’s all you can do to keep from cackling right then.

Kuroo’s grip on you tightens just a fraction. The arms that are wrapped around your waist tense, but when you try to look at him, Kuroo tucks you under his chin. His cheek presses against the top of your head. “I think my thighs are thick enough, thanks,” he tells Bokuto dryly. He squeezes your hip when your fingers brush against his forearm, and his tone turns teasing as his attention returns to you. “What do you think, baby?”

The mention of his thighs makes you tense, too. Yukie’s gushing compliments from the game punching straight through your chest and make your stomach twist into knots. And your good mood plummets. There’s a sour taste in the back of your mouth, and you aren’t quick enough to stop a sarcastic quip from slipping out.

“Why don’t you go ask Yukie? I’m sure she’ll tell you how thick they are.” Your tone is clipped, sharp, and you only realize you’ve said it out loud when you feel Kuroo stiffen behind you again, but by then it’s too late.

The tight grip he has on your waist loosens in surprise, Kuroo’s hands falling limply to his sides as he stares down at you in utter bewilderment. “What?” He sounds as hurt as he does confused. The softness of his tone strikes you between your ribs and makes you wince.

Horrified, all you can do is stare at the pair across the counter. Bokuto looks at you, then Kuroo, his eyes wide. Beside him, Akaashi just sighs, sending you a look that’s a clear cross between “you fucked up” and “I tried to tell you”, and for once you can’t even argue with that.

Unsure how to respond to the mess you’ve made, you send Akaashi a pleading look. If anyone can diffuse a situation before it starts, it’s Akaashi. He meets your gaze across the counter, his eyebrows furrowing just the slightest as he looks from you, to Kuroo, and back to you.

“Kou,” Akaashi says suddenly, breaking the tense silence by turning to his boyfriend, “why don’t we go see Konoha tonight? It’s been awhile since we saw him.”

“What?” Bokuto replies, confused, still staring at you and Kuroo owlishly. “Keiji, we just saw him yesterday—oh!” It takes him a second, but then he’s grabbing Akaashi’s hand and all but dragging the other man towards the door. “Right! Let’s go!” Bokuto glances at you and Kuroo over his shoulder, grinning. “You two have fun tonight! But not too much fun, or we won’t get the deposit back on—ouch!” He pouts, rubbing his shoulder where Akaashi smacked him.

“We’ll be back in an hour,” Akaashi says to you. Then, to Kuroo, “Not on the counter, please.”

The insinuation makes your eyes widen, and you shoot Akaashi a nasty look, which he ignores. Talk it out or fuck, is what he doesn’t say out loud, and you tense in anticipation despite the concoction of other emotions swirling in your stomach.

Kuroo makes a low sound in the back of his throat and leans forward again, caging you in as his palms press against the countertop on either side of you. With his chest flush against your back, you can feel how tense he is. “No promises.”

Rolling his eyes, Akaashi grabs his keys out of the bowl by the door and allows Bokuto to pull him out of the apartment. The door closes with more force than necessary, loud slam giving way to silence as soon as you and Kuroo are alone.

Pinned between him and the counter like this, you can feel the heat of his breath puffing against the side of your neck. His fingers flex against the counter top, and your gaze is drawn to the lean muscles of his arms on either side of you.

Yukie’s comments claw at you again, and you grimace. It’s a stupid thing to fixate on. You feel ridiculous for letting it bother you in the first place, and you’re sure Kuroo is confused. Maybe upset. You aren’t usually snappy with him. And Akaashi was right. It’s not fair for you to take your jealousy out on Kuroo.

Sighing, you ready yourself to apologize.

“Are you going to keep acting like a little brat, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” His lips brush against your skin as he speaks, touch soft compared to his tone. Your eyes widen as he presses himself up against your back. There isn’t an inch of space left between you. An open-mouthed kiss is placed just below your ear, and you shudder as his teeth graze the side of your neck. When you don’t respond, Kuroo sighs. “I’m not going to ask you again,” he warns you.

Kuroo leans forward, keeping you pinned to the counter as one of his hands drifts back to your waist. The pad of his thumb grazes your hip where your shirt has ridden up, teasing you. Your breath catches. His weight against your back is equal parts comforting and arousing. And Kuroo knows exactly how to touch you, how to turn you into a shivering mess until you’re practically begging for him.

It’s hard not to do exactly that when his breath is fanning over the side of your neck and his fingers are slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. Hot and wet, his lips graze a sensitive spot below your jaw. He doesn’t kiss you, but he’s close, and you feel the slightest twitch of his mouth. You can’t tell if it’s a smile or if your silence is pissing him off. The latter makes your pulse jump, your heart racing.

“Yukie was talking about you at the game,” you finally tell him. It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud. Petty jealousy. But you can’t help it sometimes. Not when he’s all tousled hair and sly smirks that could drive anyone crazy.

Kuroo pauses. “Oh?” Warm lips place a soft kiss on your neck, and your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut. An appreciative sound slips from his throat. Another kiss is pressed to your throat, hot and open-mouthed. Shivers run down your spine as his hips rock forward against your ass. “And what was she saying about me?”

His teeth scrape over your skin, just enough for you to feel it, and you jolt. A breathy whine escapes you before you can stop it. Kuroo chuckles, voice deeper than usual, and you try not to squirm as he nips at you, voice a low murmur as he speaks. “Don’t get shy on me now, kitten,” he taunts, “you were so mouthy a minute ago.”

When you take too long to answer, Kuroo’s fingers sneak beneath your shirt to pinch your hip. You yelp, squirming away from his fingers, but that only drives you further back against him. Grunting, Kuroo pins your hips against the counter. Already half-hard, he grinds against your ass lazily. The thin fabric of his sweats does nothing to hide his growing arousal, and warmth rushes through you, liquid heat pooling in your belly.

“Your arms,” you manage to tell him. He acknowledges you with a hum, sound muffled by his teeth and tongue as he continues to tease your neck. “And your thighs.” Your next admission is softer and a little bitter. “She wouldn’t stop staring at you.” A lot of girls stare at him. They always have. It shouldn’t still get to you, not when you’re the one he’s touching like this, hands wandering over your skin and his mouth sucking a bruise onto your neck.

There’s nothing to be jealous of when he’s already yours, and he seems intent on proving that to you.

“Yeah?” Kuroo asks. “Is that why you were trying to make me jealous after the game?” Smugness practically rolls from him in waves. His lips curl into a smirk. “Hmm? Trying to get me all riled up?”

You barely choke out a, “Yes.”

It surprises you when Kuroo’s mouth rips away from your neck. His touch is gone for an agonizing moment before reappearing on your cheek. The kiss he places there is softer this time, sweeter, and it makes your heart swell in your chest as he shifts to whisper in your ear. “You know I’m yours, right?” His hand is pressed against your abdomen now, fingers spread out to cover as much of you as possible. He waits until you nod and sighs. “Good.” He kisses your cheek again, then your jaw, his lips wandering back to your neck.

And just like that a switch seems to flip in him again. “And you’re mine,” Kuroo continues, voice lower than before. “Or do I have to remind you who you belong to?” His hand slides up your stomach, inching towards your chest.

“Tetsu,” you gasp, arching into his clever hand.

“What do you call me, kitten?” It’s more of a demand than a question, and you keen as his fingers slip beneath your bra. His calloused thumb brushes against your nipple before he pinches it between his fingers just to watch you squirm.

Breath catching, you wet your bottom lip. “Sir,” you correct yourself, letting him tilt your head to the side, positioning you just the way he wants you. Your easy compliance makes him grin. Kuroo grinds against your ass again, harder this time, and you squeeze your thighs together as heat licks across your spine.

“Good girl.”

His lips meet your jaw in a chaste kiss, and he squeezes your breast once, palming you before letting go. As his hand snakes out from beneath your shirt, you expect him to yank you around, force your head back and dominate you with a rough kiss, so you’re surprised when his touch leaves you entirely. Like before, his palms press against the top of the counter. Even his weight leaves your back, an inch of space between you that feels too wide and painfully close all at once. The heat of his breath tickles the back of your neck, and you shudder at his proximity, desperate for his touch.

There’s a whiny tone to your voice when you call out his name. “Tetsu,” you whimper, torn between begging for him and holding onto your stubborn pride. Anything to get him to touch you again. Already, there’s an ache forming in the pit of your stomach, and he’s hardly done anything yet.

When he ignores you, you huff. Taking matters into your own hands, you press your palms to the counter top and grind yourself back against his crotch. Satisfaction bursts in your chest as he makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat, but your pleased grin at catching him off-guard disappears as his hand comes down on your ass with a sharp slap.

This time, you yelp, mouth dropping open in a silent cry as his big hand squeezes your ass over your shorts. “So impatient,” Kuroo muses, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Are you gonna behave for me, or are you gonna keep acting like a brat?” There’s a condescending edge to his tone, and you wish it didn’t turn you on as much as it did. And he knows it too.

As he waits for you to respond, Kuroo places his hands on your hips. His thumbs trace slow circles on your sides, slowly inching your shirt upwards as he fights the urge to rip the thin fabric over your head and take in every inch of your skin under his greedy touch.

And fuck if that’s not exactly what you want right now. It’s a miracle that you aren’t already trembling for him, hyper-aware of his every move. His heated touch. “I’ll behave,” you tell him. The chilled edge of the counter presses against your abdomen as he drags your top higher, but the cold is chased away by his palms ghosting over your sides.

“What was that, kitten?” You don’t have to look at him to know that he’s smirking, pleased with himself for making you such a mess already.

You wet your lips again. “I’ll behave, sir,” you repeat yourself, louder this time.

You’re rewarded with another pleased sound rumbling in his chest. “That’s my good girl,” Kuroo says again. His hands are on your ribs now, his thumbs tracing the underside of your lacy bra. Your shirt is carefully tugged off over your head before he carelessly tosses it to the floor, hands going right back to your painfully soft skin. Both of you revel in the contact.

Kuroo’s mouth is back on your neck immediately, lip wandering over every inch of newly bared skin available to him, all teeth and tongue as he peppers your skin with faint hickeys and love-bites. His teeth graze a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. His hands are everywhere. Palming your breasts. Drawing circles and shapes across your sides. Slipping between your legs to stroke your thighs and flirt with the hem of your shorts, teasingly close to where you really want him.

And then his hand wraps around your throat. He doesn’t choke you, grip loose enough for you to breathe, but the slightest pressure has goosebumps erupting across your skin. Your legs tremble as he squeezes just the slightest.

He nips at your exposed neck, and your breath hitches as two long fingers trace your slit over your shorts, applying just enough pressure to your clit for your hips to jump into his touch. Your head falls back against his shoulder again, your eyes squeezing shut as your mouth drops open.

A frustrated whine builds in your throat as he pulls away, but he’s quick to hush you, his hand slipping under the waist of your shorts to tug them down your hips. Left in just your panties, you rub your thighs together, flushing when you feel just how wet you are already. Your panties stick to your skin in a way that’s almost embarrassing, and you know it’ll only stroke Kuroo’s ego even harder.

“Fuck,” Kuroo murmurs as your panties slide down to your ankles. “I’ve been wanting to take these off you all damn day.” He leans back to get a good look at you, half-naked and dripping for him, and the sight goes right to his cock. “Such a cute little ass.” A hard spank to your right cheek makes you gasp, the sharp sting of pain making your eyes water. He’s quick to soothe the tender spot, chuckling, low and throaty, a deep baritone that hits you right between the legs.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was not to bend you over right in front of Bokuto and Akaashi?” he continues. “I bet you would have liked that, huh? Dirty little slut.” Kuroo’s hand is back between your legs, teasing your wet slit and sliding over your clit until you’re panting.

His grip shifts around your throat. “Fuck,” you mewl. “Tetsu—Tetsu, please.” You can’t finish the plea, a loud squeal cutting you off as he pinches your clit harshly between his fingers before letting go, pain mixed with the pleasure. “Oh, god.”

“Bend over, kitten,” he tells you, lips against your ear. A hand on your lower back guides you down to the counter, and you comply willingly, stretching up on your toes as your torso is pressed against the smooth surface. Kuroo strokes your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lower lip teasingly. “Don’t move.”

You stay perfectly still even as he backs away, legs quivering from the angle and the stretch, precariously balanced on your toes with the counter digging into your hips. None of that matters though. Not the mild discomfort or the cold seeping into your torso. All you can feel is Kuroo behind you, his gaze burning into your back as he trails the tips of his fingers over the curve of your ass, admiring you.

There’s something a bit like awe in his tone as he murmurs, “Fuck, look at you.” His hands ghost over your hips and thighs, like he isn’t sure where he wants to touch you. “So fucking pretty. Such a good slut for me.”

Kuroo’s hand slides up your back, his fingers tracing the dip of your spine until he reaches the base of your neck, where his long fingers wrap around you, forcing you down harder against the counter top. A low hum slips from his mouth as he looks down at you, sharp eyes drinking in the sight of you, how pretty you look underneath him as you try not to squirm. Leaning over you, he grinds his cock against the back of your thigh teasingly. “Is this what you want, kitten?” he asks you, breath hot against your ear. “You want me to bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless? Make you beg me to let you come all over my cock?”

He squeezes the back of your neck as a breathy sound escapes your mouth. Kuroo kisses your cheek. His lips brush against you as he murmurs, “Well that’s too fucking bad.”

You yelp as you’re suddenly yanked off the counter. Hands latch onto your hips as soon as your feet are on the ground, and you’re ripped around so that you’re facing Kuroo for the first time since he came up behind you earlier. His hazel eyes are almost golden in the kitchen light, and there’s a feral glint in his gaze as he looks at you. “You wanna be naughty? Tease me?” he asks, leaning in until his lips are hovering just above yours. “Come on, kitten, you should know better than that.”

His hand wraps around your throat again, tighter this time, and you’re forced to follow him as he steps away from the counter. Kuroo doesn’t kiss you as he guides you through his apartment, making you walk backwards so you can’t see where he’s taking you.

“What was it that Yukie was saying about my thighs earlier?” he asks you. “What did she say that made you so damn mad?”

“Tetsu,” you whimper.

“You know you aren’t very subtle, kitten.” Belatedly, you realize he’s taken you to his room. Kuroo throws the door shut behind you, but doesn’t bother to lock it. Your cunt clenches at the thought of Bokuto or Akaashi walking in, but Kuroo is quick to drag your attention back to him. “You think I didn’t see you staring at me the entire game? You couldn’t take your damn eyes off me.”

Kuroo lets go of your neck, his hand trailing up to your jaw as he drags his thumb across your bottom lip. He watches you as his hand falls back to his side, and his lips curve upwards as he fists the back of his shirt, yanking the plain t-shirt off in one smooth motion. You can’t help the way your gaze drops to his bare chest and stomach, greedy eyes taking in each defined muscle from years of playing volleyball.

Your gaze only slides lower as his sweatpants drop to the floor as well, leaving him in only a pair of boxers that leave his thick thighs on display. Fuck, if you weren’t dripping before, you definitely are now.

So busy staring at his legs, you don’t notice that his smile is all teeth.

Kuroo drops down onto the edge of the bed, and you gasp as he grabs your hips. Yanking you forward, you’re pulled down to him. Chest to chest. Not an inch of space left between you as he situates you over his leg, forcing you to straddle his thigh. “What were you thinking about, hmm?” he asks as you steady yourself on his broad shoulders, feet barely finding purchase on the floor. Heat sinks into you as his thumbs tease the lacy edge of your underwear. As if to taunt you, he leans in close, breath fanning over your lips. “Was it this?”

With that mocking tone, he shifts beneath you, his hands tight on your hips as he grinds you down against his thigh. The rough drag against your clit makes your eyes flutter shut. Your head drops forward against his shoulder, a shuddering breath falling from your parted lips.

“You wanna fuck yourself on my thigh, kitten?” To emphasize his question, his flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your wet cunt. The angle is just right to have him applying pressure perfectly to your clit. When you try to grind against him, Kuroo grabs your hips, holding you in place. And, when you try it again, he lets go of one of your hips long enough give you a warning smack on the outside of your thigh. The sting makes you shudder. “Dirty girl,” he coos, reaching around to squeeze your ass.

“Please,” you whimper as he mouths at the curve of your jaw. Kuroo kisses across your neck, nipping at you as he works his way down to your shoulder. One of his hands slides between your spread thighs to feel how wet you are, and you have to bite your lip to keep from whimpering as he laughs. You jerk, arching into his teasing touch.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he notes as his fingers slip beneath the damp, flimsy fabric of your panties. Kuroo hums, pleased at the way your arousal coats his fingers.

He circles your clit slowly, each touch sending little pleasurable shocks through you. The knot in your stomach only coils tighter. “Asshole,” you bite out, choking on a moan as he pulls his hand away, leaving you more frustrated than you were a minute ago.

Your tone only gets another laugh from him, deeper and darker than before. “Ouch,” he says, brushing your hair away from your neck, “kitty’s got claws tonight.” His hand wraps around your throat again, long fingers curling around your fragile neck. You still, inhaling sharply, and Kuroo groans as he feels your pulse start to race beneath his hand.

He pulls you further against his chest, naked skin pressed flush against yours. “I thought you said you were going to behave for me,” he reminds you, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. As his lips trail across your cheek, he shifts his thigh underneath you, dragging himself against your pussy slowly. Kuroo stops when he reaches your ear; his grip on your throat tightens, squeezing enough to steal your breath. “You that jealous? Or do you want me to punish you?”

The question is almost a low growl, and you shiver, thighs squeezing around his muscular one. “Tetsu,” you gasp around the intoxicating grip he has on your throat. “Please, I can’t—I need you,” if what you finally manage to spit out, thoughts muddled and head heavy with arousal.

“Well, you better get to it then,” he tells you, adjusting his grip on your throat. His other hand squeezes tightly around your hip, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. When you don’t move, he bounces his leg. It tears a moan from your chest. “Come on, you know what to do. Why don’t you give me a little show?”

It’s hard to breathe, let alone move. His presence is suffocating in the best way. The hand around your throat. His thigh between yours. The feel of his skin beneath your fingers and the steady beat of his heart where his chest is pressed to yours. All of it has you on edge.

The need swirling in your stomach forces you to move. A slow rhythm picks up as you slide over his thigh, grinding down on him. The tight grip you have on his shoulders is the only thing holding you up, and you shudder at the friction against your swollen clit. A sound of approval leaves Kuroo, and he hums against the side of your jaw, grip tightening just the slightest around your neck.

The grip he has on your hip loosens suddenly. His fingers slides along your side teasingly, his touch so soft that it makes your heart squeeze. You press your chest into his touch as he palms your breast. Deft fingers make quick work of the flimsy fabric, his hand slipping underneath to pinch and roll your nipple just like before. It isn’t long before he’s turned you into a quivering, moaning mess.

The ache between your legs only worsens with each slow roll of your hips against his thigh. The friction is intoxicating, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t what you need. Right now, you want to feel him surrounding you, holding you down as he whispers filthy things in your ear, making you moan for him. You want the pressure of his cock inside you, stretching you, the roughness of his fingers circling your clit until you’re so sensitive you have to beg him to stop.

“That’s it,” he mumbles. “Be a good girl for me and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Little garbled pleas of his name fall from your lips as he pinches your nipple again, the sharp sting making you lurch forward against his chest.

Releasing your breast, he reaches around your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra for a second before the fabric comes undone, straps sliding down your arms. You’re barely aware of him prying your fingers from his shoulder and tossing the fabric aside, but when he crushes you against his broad chest, the heat that surrounds you is overwhelming.

Kuroo draws you into a kiss, hot and heavy enough to make your head spin. Letting go of your throat, both of his hands make their way back to your hips, helping you grind down against him harder, faster, your rhythm picking up speed as your legs start to twitch and tremble.

He smacks your ass, gripping tightly and kneading your cheek. The sting distracts you as his other hand disappears beneath your soaked panties. Teasingly, he drags his fingers against your cunt, slick fluid clinging to his skin. “Look at you making a sloppy mess of my leg already.” He chuckles, rubbing two fingers against your clit to make you gasp. “And I’ve barely fucking touched you yet.”

The pace he sets up is hard and fast, determined to send you hurtling towards the edge. Your thighs clench around his, your fingers digging into his shoulders so tightly you swear you might break the skin. By now, your eyes are squeezed shut, your mouth open as you pant and gasp his name. You press yourself tighter to his chest. Sweat-slicked skin makes it easy to slide over his thigh as he plays with your clit.

By now, you’re so turned on that it almost hurts. Each harsh pinch of his fingers on your clit sends shocks of pleasure ripping through you, the coil in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter with every roll of your hips. He slaps your ass suddenly, still thumbing your clit, and the combined sensations make you choke on a moan. Between his fingers and the steady rocking of your hips, you’re going to cum. And you’re going to cum hard.

Kuroo forces you right to the edge; and then he takes it away.

You almost sob as he pulls his fingers out of your panties, Kuroo quick to grab your hips and hold you still, keep you from chasing his touch.

“No,” you gasp, trying to grind down on his thigh despite his iron grip. The lack of stimulation makes you whine, tears welling in your eyes. “No. Tetsu. Oh god, sir, please.”

He releases one of your hips to brush his fingers against your cheek, though the gentleness doesn’t last. Kuroo grips your chin between his fingers, tilting your chin to make you look at him. “I did say I’d have to punish you, kitten,” he reminds you. There’s an apology in his tone, but his wicked smile says he’s anything but. His thumb traces your bottom lip. “Don’t pout. You did so well.” You’re drawn into a sultry kiss that ends too soon. His words are muffled against your lips. “You’re gonna take me so fucking well. Just like a good girl. My good girl.”

“Let me make it up to you,” he says, but it sounds like a taunt.

It’s the only warning you get before his hands are on your ass, gravity shifting beneath you. Kuroo lurches off the bed, hauling you against his chest with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist reflexively, hands desperately grasping at his shoulders to hold yourself up. The bite of your fingernails on his skin makes him groan,

He squeezes your ass appreciatively before slamming you up against the nearest wall.

It knocks the air out of your lungs, and you wince, but Kuroo doesn’t you a moment to breathe before he devours you. His lips are feverish against yours, his tongue in your mouth and his teeth nipping at you until you’re whining and grinding against his cock. Spread open like this, you can only moan into his mouth as the tip brushes against your clit through your underwear.

For once, he doesn’t waste time teasing you, both of you too riled up to wait as he shoves his underwear down. You’re squirming by now, trying to pull him closer with your legs around his hips. A low groan tears from his throat as he shoves your panties aside, his thick cock rubbing against your dripping pussy.

Kuroo’s cock shoves inside of you easily, you’re so wet for him. The stretch burns in the best way, pure ecstasy ripping through you. You whimper as you struggle to take all of him, and your cunt clenches around him so tightly that he tears his mouth from yours to hiss and curse.

“You like that, kitten?” he asks you, groaning as he slaps one hand against the wall to steady himself. The other digs into your thigh. “You like it when it hurts? So fucking naughty.” He presses a sloppy kiss against the side of your neck.

He fucks you roughly. The wall scrapes against your back when he moves, and the little sounds you make only feed his fast pace. He’s perfect inside of you, hard and hot and thick enough to pound against your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his hips. The wet slap of his cock filling you and your breathy panting and moaning are the only sounds in the apartment, so loud that your neighbors are sure to hear.

You tremble as Kuroo fucks you, only able to cling to him as pleasure makes you dizzy. You’re so close. You’re so, so close, and he must know it with the way you’re tightening around him with every roll of your hips.

His teeth dig into the curve of your neck and shoulder, and you yelp, fisting at his hair. He moans as you pull on the messy strands clenched in your fist, and his cock shoves inside of you even harder. “You wanna act like a little slut?” he pants against your ear, hand coming down on the outside of your thigh. “I’ll treat you like one. You think Daichi could make you feel this good?”

You moan, barely able to shake your head. You don’t want Daichi. You’ve never wanted Daichi. “Just you,” you choke out.

“Good girl.” And then his fingers are on your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles onto your swollen nerves.

Pleasure rips through you as you cum, white-hot and electric. The knot in your stomach snaps as your orgasm hits you, slamming the breath from your lungs. Your hips jerk between him and the wall. Your limbs tremble, heavy, and you shudder as you drop your head against his shoulder, biting down to keep yourself from shouting. The grip you have on his back slips, and your fingernails rake down his back, marking him up.

“Shit,” he sneers. Kuroo fucks you through it, grinding against you harder as your pussy clenches around his cock with every thrust, each rougher than the last. Calloused fingers continue to roll over your clit, though not as frantic as before. His thumb draws lazy circles against your sensitive nerves, swirling and playing with your clit until you’re shaking again.

Whimpering, you try to squirm away from his hand as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, stimulation bordering on too much, too fast until it hurts. “Tetsu,” you gasp, choking out his name. “I can’t—”

He slaps your thigh once. Twice. Then grabs your ass and grinds you against his cock, reaching so deep inside you. “No, no, no,” he mumbles nonsensically. “Not yet. We’re not done yet. Not until you give me one more.” Your walls flutter around him, slick walls sucking him in. “Fuck, that’s it, kitten. Just like that.” He wets his lips, mouth on your neck. “Cum for me again. Such, a good girl.”

Kuroo’s hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing hard. You choke, unable to breathe, and your eyes squeeze shut. You pull his hair. Rake your fingernails down his back. Desperate for anything to hold onto as your muscles twitch and tense. You’re so close. You’re so fucking close.

Squealing, you flinch as his clever fingers sneak back to your clit, determined to make you cum one more time.

And you do, clenching around him beautifully, pussy gripping him tight. All you can do is shake and gasp as another orgasm tears through you, the coil in your gut snapping for the second time tonight. Dark spots float across your vision as you cum on his cock, Kuroo moaning against your ear as he follows you. Hot, thick fluid fills you up as he continues to thrust inside of you, drawing out your release.

You gasp as his hand leaves your throat, panting and dizzy.

Kuroo cradles you against his chest, careful not to drop you as he presses his lips against your temple, murmuring words too low for you to hear. He pulls out slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs as he carries you to his bed.

It’s a few minutes later, when you’re curled up beside him and drowsy, that you remember everything from earlier.

“I’m sorry for trying to use Daichi to make you jealous,” you murmur against the crook of his neck, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers lazily caress your skin, drawing mindless patterns across your back as you cuddle against his side. “I don’t…” you bite your lip as you trail off, and Kuroo’s arm tightens around your waist almost protectively. “I don’t want you to feel like that. I don’t want you to think you can’t trust me. And I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you.”

Your voice is barely a whisper by the end, words breathed against his chest and swallowed up by the stillness of the room.

Kuroo tilts his chin to rest his head against yours. His fingers still against your side as he glances at you, focusing on the curve of your jaw in the half-light. “It’s okay,” he tells you just as softly. Gently, he pulls you a little closer, heaving a loud, obnoxious sigh. “I get it, he’s just so dummy thick. How could anyone resist that?”

Trying not to laugh, you weakly slap at his bare chest, but Kuroo just grabs your hand and smoothly laces his fingers with yours. “Stop,” you whine, tucking your flushed face against his shoulder. Warm lips press against your knuckles, and you can feel him trying not to laugh underneath you.

“Am I not thick enough for you, kitten?” he continues, voice dripping with faux hurt. You roll your eyes, peeking up at him only to find a pout on his lips. At your silence, Kuroo props himself up on his elbow so that he can look at you. “Damn, maybe Bokuto’s right, I shouldn’t skip leg day tomorrow. Shit, maybe I should go right now—”

He moves to get off the bed and you groan, unamused. “Tetsu.” You catch his hand before he can go far, and he lets you pull him down on top of you. “Stop teasing me.”

“You love it,” he murmurs, pressing a sloppy kiss against your cheek. “You know, maybe Yukie should compliment my thighs more. You’re pretty hot when you’re jealous.” His lips move to your neck, and you try not to roll your eyes again. As if he didn’t just fuck the hell out of you because he was jealous. Before you get the chance, Kuroo leans back to look at you. His knuckles slide against your cheek. “You okay? Need anything.” You shake your head and he kisses your cheek. “That’s my good girl.” He’s quiet for a minute. “You know I’m yours, right?”

Heart clenching in your chest, you murmur an affirmative.

“Good.”

As he settles back down, you let him cover you like a clingy, weighted blanket, his touch comforting as he wraps himself around you.

The sweet moment ends abruptly. The apartment door opens and closes loudly, a warning that your roommates are home. It’s quiet for a moment, but then Akaashi’s loud “son of a bitch!” when he sees your clothes on the floor makes your eyes fly open.

Kuroo buries his face against your hair and cackles.

#kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#hq #hq smut #hqdrabbles

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wowtobio · 4 years

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ello!! may i have some headcanons of Akaashi, Iwaizumi and Kuroo being protective and jealous over their crush?

Kuroo, Akaashi and Iwaizumi jealous and overprotective over their crush

oooh yess, i hope u enjoy! thank u for the request :)

Warnings: Slight cursing, suggestions and violence

Kuroo

I think it would be prettyyyyy obvious when Kuroo has a crush on you. All his teammates know, except for a certain tall half Russian Japanese boi. I mean we know Lev can be quite slow in certain situations. And his fellow team members can’t help but cringe and worry when Lev makes any careless advancements towards you

And you’re pretty surprised when he doesn’t feel the sharp glares being shot at from Nekoma’s captain every time Lev gets a little too close for Kuroo’s liking.

One day you casually visit the team, because you love to see your two middle school best friends practice and just love spending time with the volleyball team. Every time though, Lev gives you a big ol’ bear hug, squeezing your sides, missing the dirty glares from Kuroo and the worried expression some of his teammates wore.

Kuroo doesn’t like it one bit, it’s almost like Lev’s taunting him by swaying you side by side in his arms. Usually it would result in Kuroo just threatening to double his drills, and when Lev does not listen and continue to tease you Yaku comes to the rescue and kicks his ass.

But today was different, the bedhead captain felt more agitated today. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, maybe the tapping of Kenma’s game console has finally gone to his head who knows. All that matters is that Kuroo had no hesitation marching towards your side.

“(l/n)-chan! you’re so small and adora- AAAH”

You stare with wide eyes as Kuroo rips Lev’s grasp from your arms, a vice grip on the silver-haired male. A gentle smile is painted on Kuroo’s face that juxtaposes the tightening death grip.

“Oi, Lev? Aren’t we practcing now?” Kuroo’s baritone was low, his smile twitching ever so slightly as his hand grasps impossibly tighter on Lev. An inaudible gulping sound is heard from the wasian as he nods and struggles to make out his words.

Kuroo gives Lev one last menacing glare that stabbed straight down to Lev’s soul, practically impaling his heart so bad he wanted to scream in fear. The captain allows his libero to take over the situation, Lev shouts in panic as Yaku drags him away. You wipe sweat off your forehead and pray for the dude.

You raise an eyebrow towards Kuroo, his face has an unreadable expression and you struggle to make it out. No words exchanged, only his signature, sly smirk that made you weak at the knees and Kuroo was soon long gone, back to practice.

After practice is over, you walk home with Kenma and Kuroo. Light conversation is traded between you and Kuroo, Kenma preoccupied with his games per usual.

“Hey Tetsu, what was that all about with Lev?” You three reached your first stop in front of your home. Kuroo stops in his tracks, and peers down into your eyes deeply. That handsome smirk makes way onto his attractice face once again before quickly planting a chaste kiss on your forehead, your face turning a bright shade of red that matched your school uniforms.

“You’re cute (y/n)-chan”

Akaashi

Akaashi would not give many hints in both having a crush on you and whenever he gets jealous so good luuuck.

It can get pretty frustrating, but there are some moments.

Like that one time you were paying a lot more attention to Bokuto than you usually do. You had no ill intentions, you were just fed up that none of your signs were being read or ignored by Akaashi.

“HEY HEY HEY! I AM THE BEST!” The spiked ball hits the ground and resonates within the gym as you clapped and cheered

“Good job Bokuto-san! You really are good!!” That was the third time you praised Bokuto this practice session and for some reason it made the setter’s blood boil slightly, complex emotions were tunneling throughout his mind and body. Even Bokuto had a light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he stutters out his words, making Akaashi even more agitated.

Of course, Akaashi is known to be good at hiding his emotions, which was why his irritations went unnoticed and you continued to pay more special attention to the loud spiker much to Akaashi’s dislike.

When walking home with the pair, you felt a slight tug on your sleeve that lightly pulled you towards a being. Your gasp was covered by Bokuto’s usual self praise as you realize the tug was from none other than Akaashi. You felt your face heat up a bit. Akaashi continues to grasp his hand upon the bottom of your sleeve, silently moving along and acting normally except for the sudden contact he had on you.

Whenever you found yourself straying away from the dark haired setter, you felt him immediately tug you back towards himself in attempt to keep you as close as possible without being too noticeable. You giggled lightly at his child-like behavior. How cute, you thought to yourself.

Eventually you arrive home safely and glance towards Akaashi, his eyes downcast avoiding your eyes. A giggle left your lips once again and you bid the volleyball players a farewell. It’s moments like these that remind you why you liked the silent setter, and it catches you off guard not knowing said setter felt the same, if not stronger towards you.

Iwaizumi

An absolute tsundere, he acts so outwardly when he’s jealous but denies strongly about his feelings towards you

His best friend being naturally flirty did not help at all, if Oikawa makes any sort of gesture indicating he wanted to date you oh believe me don’t be surprised when you feel the wind of a violent volleyball flying towards the pretty setter’s head

Or a slap to the face, a punch on the head, a kick on the butt, more inanimate flying objects depending on the situation

During lunch? A spoon or tray. In class? A notebook. The ramen shop? An empty bowl. Walking home? A tree branch.

Iwa also has some really bad excuses

“O-OIKAWA’S JUST DUMB!” You and Oikawa can’t help but snicker at Iwa’s bright red face and harsh, stammering tone.

However, there are more serious times in which case Iwaizumi will not hesitate to throw punches for you.

One day you headed out the volleyball gym to go fill up the boys water bottles. On your way to the faucet, you were stopped by a two of the delinquents of the school, both immediately commenting and feeling you up. You were pushed up against the wall, whimpering, empty bottles dropping creating a loud clattering sound.

“Awwh she’s scared, ahh get a load of this! You’re gonna be fun to play with doll~” You cringe at their words and attempted to push them away, yet to no avail as they laugh at your attempts of escape. Suddenly they were off of you.

Iwaizumi sucker punches one of the guys in the face, his back faces you as he protectively stands in front of you ready to pick a fight. Gasps were heard from around as the delinquents tsked and ran off. Iwaizumi yells after them almost chasing after them but you grab onto his arm, asking him to stay with you with pleading eyes.

Hajime’s intense gaze softens upon looking deeply into your (e/c) eyes and he quickly looks away with a light red shade on his cheeks. You thank him with a light peck on the cheek, laughing as his face grows even redder.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #oikawa #haikyuu imagines #bokuto

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rudystopit · 3 years

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Love Letters

[asahi x f!reader]

summary: you've known Asahi since middle school and recently you developed a crush on your closest friend. you spend all night writing the prefect letter.

warning: nsfw but wholesome, body worship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, and eating out.

wc: 2k

you put the letter into your pocket and you're off to school. you walked enjoying the beautiful trees and you watched the people walk by. today was a beautiful day. you wondered what asahi was doing after practice. as if thinking about him summoned him. he walks up behind you with some of his friends.

"hey y/n," he said. you smiled up at him and kept walking to school. you walked in silence as the boys talked about plans for the weekend. once you guys got to the school, you switched out your shoes and headed to class.

all you could do was thinking about him. asahi. his beautiful brown hair and soft honey eyes. how he smiled, how even though he's tall he still was gentile and caring. i zoned out for most of the class and lunch. just drifting through life as your nerves were buzzing.

after everyone had left you went to get your shoes and wait for asahi outside the gym. he comes running up.

"hey y/n, whatcha doing here?" he asks and plops down next to you. you play with your fingers and look at the ground. you kept your head down. "hey, what's wrong?" his hand gently placed itself on your back and he leaned closer.

"oh it's nothing," your hand drove into your pocket and pulled out the pink envelope. he looks at the letter and was about to open it when the coach came out. he yelled at him to get his ass in here and asahi left.

you're heart was racing as you sat there. you stared off into space as you go up and went home.

asahi gets shoved into the gym and heads over to the locker room to change. he looks at the pink envelope and puts it safely into his bag.

"what's that?" daichi said leaning up against the doorway.

"hmm? oh, y/n gave it to me," he said pulling on his t shirt.

"oooh. a love letter?" he coos and shoves asahi.

"i doubt it, we've been friends since middle school," he smiles and walks to practice.

you laid down on your bed and sighed. "oh did i fuck up this bad! what if when you reads it, he thinks i'm weird. or he starts hating me, or it makes everything awkward!" you yell. you close your eyes to stop the tears. you sniffled and fell asleep.

after practice, asahi walked home. he tossed his bag on his bed and checked his phone. normally he has at least a text from you but there was nothing. he thought it was weird and remember the letter.

he opened the pink envelope. his hand were shaking. 'why am i so shaky? maybe the jokes daichi was making were true. what if this is a love letter from y/n? do i like her?' he opens the letter and reads the words. his heart is beating in his head.

he picks up his phone and sends you a quick message. you hear you phone ping and you opened it. you smiled and sent back a quick message.

you put on a pair of shorts and a baggy hoodie. you figured he had read the letter and just wanted to hang out like normal. no need to get dressed up.

you walked a few blocks and knocked on the door. you hear heavy footsteps running to the door. asahi opens and smiles down at you. his cheeks had a slight tint to them. he invites you in and you two walk to his room.

you sit on his bed. you look over his room. the pink envelope was on his desk. your eyes widen and your heart sinks. jesus christ he did read it. he sits on the other side of you.

you two sat there awkwardly for a few minutes.

"how was-" "was school-" you guys spoke at the same time. "you first," he said.

"oh, how was practice?" you looked away playing with your hands.

"oh ukai was going hard on me for being late,"

"sorry," you interrupt.

"it's fine, i don't mind being late if you're the reason," he smiles. "well daichi was getting in case in the locker room. he was making jokes about me and," he stopped. he moves to hold your hands. you look up at him and his face was bright red. "and i read your letter," he says looking away.

"oh, i'm sorry," you move your hands out of his. you get up, "it's fine if you don't like me back," you head towards the door. "i'm just gonna-" you were cut off by his hand hitting the door. you slowly turn around. he's looming over you.

"y/n..." he starts. he looks down. he goes back to his bed and sits down. you stand against the door. "i guess i've liked you since middle school," he says. "i just never knew how to say it," you walk over to him.

you stand in front of him as your hands loop around his shoulders. he looks up and arms his arms around your waist. he pulls you close to him. you play with his hair. one of his hands creases down your hip and ass to bring you knee onto the bed. you straddle his lap as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

he tightens his hold on you and you giggle. he smiles. he realizes he's in love with you. he wants you. only you. he never wants to let go.

you pull away and he looks betrayed. you lean in and kiss him. he easily melts into the kiss and leans back onto the bed. his hands travel underneath your hoodie. he drags it up and you sit up. you pull it off. you tossed it by his desk. he just stared at you. he wanted to remember every inch of you.

you look at him, looking at you, and your face goes instantly red. you hands played with the hem of his shirt as he just soaked in all your delicate features. his hands rest on your hips.

he was in a daze as his eyes dart around your body. "hey ahi," he looks up at you in a haze. you unclip your bra and let it slide down your arms. his eyes widen. he sits up and, in a shift motion, pins you against the bed. he kisses you. you smile into the kiss and you hand push up his shirt.

he sits up and rips off his shirt. he drives back down and kiss your neck. his fingers tangle into his long brown hair. he pecks your soft skin. he kisses at the base of your neck and your breath hitches.

you feel him smile against your skin and sucks on the soft skin. you grip his hair and arc your back. his hand slips under your back to pull you closer to his chest. his hand creases your lower back and his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts. he moves away from your neck and pulls down your shorts.

you bite your lip and look away. he can't help but stare at your beautiful body. his fingers grip your chin. he pulls you to look at him. "you're so beautiful y/n," he whispers. your face goes bright red as he chuckles.

he sinks off the bed. he pulls your legs off the bed. he places your legs on his shoulder. he licks his lips as he kisses your thighs. his lips circle around your sensitive clit. he leans forward, pushing your legs up. he holds your thighs as he sucks your clit. you squeeze your knees together and moan out his name.

his hands pull your legs away from crushing his head as his tongue swirls around your clit. one of his hands moves to massage your boob. your hand rests on top of his as he plays with the flesh. your other hand tangles your fingers into his hair and you pull your legs closer causing his face to smush into your pussy. he moans into you as you tighten your grip on his hair.

he looks up to see your face bright red and eyes shut closed. your mouth hangs open with silent moans. he quickens licking to see your face twist in pleasure. you moan out his name as his fingertips leave bruises. you arc you back as you come. he laps up your juices.

you loosen your grip on his hair and you legs go limp on his shoulders. he massages your thighs as you come down from your high. he pulls away and climbs onto the bed. he leans down a kisses your forehead. your legs are pressed against your chest. he pulls his sweat pants down just enough for him to slip his hardened member out.

"god i've been waiting to do this for a long time," he whispers. he drags the tip of his dick across your slick folds. he looks up at you.

"if you're just gonna tease me," you were cut off by him slamming into you. you let out a breathy moan.

"goddamn, keep making noises like that, i might not last long," he groans out. he leans down and kisses your cheek to let you get adjusted to his size. you put your hand on his cheek. he smiles and snuggles into your hand.

"you're such a teddy bear," you giggle. he glares at you but holds his adorable smile. he leans down and kisses you. you wrap your arms around his neck. he slowly moves out. you whence at the movement.

"sorry," he whispers. you smash your lips back into his. he thrusts back in and continued at a slow pace. he licks the bottom of your lip and you open your mouth to let him explore. His tongue grazed over every inch of your mouth. He quickens his pace. You moan into the kiss.

He pulls away from the kiss and continues to rut into you. He watches you jerk underneath him. Your cute little moans fuel the fire in him as he pounds into you. You closed your eyes and let the euphoria feel wash over your body. Asahi continues at this pace, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he tries to bring himself to finish.

"Damn y/n, you feel so good," he grumbles. You just sigh in agreement. you feel him tense up and his trust become sloppier. His hand rubs circles into your abused clit. The pressure building up in your stomach comes undone by his constant pounding and the overstimulation from his finger. "Come for me, babygirl," he whispers.

You do as your told and within seconds you spit out profanities and his name. The slick made it easier for him to trust in and out. your pussy clenches around him. He groans and you feel him fill you up. He weakly thrusts a few times and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He falls onto your chest.

You wrap your arms around him. You play with his heart as he steadies his breathing. you two laid like that for what felt like hours. His eyes were closed and his face was soft and fast asleep. You smiled and closed your eyes to join him in sleeping.

That morning you woke up to soft kisses littering your face, neck and chest. You flutter your eyes open. He looked up at you. "Good morning sweetheart," he whispered and kisses you chest.

"Good morning chi," you whisper, letting your hands brush through his chocolate locks.

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aceavatar · 3 years

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Star Crossed

Oikawa x Reader

♡ A COLOSSEUM VALENTINES DAY COLLAB ♡

warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, meanie kageyama :(

word count: 4,006

“Good morning, y/n,” Suga said, ruffling my hair.

I blink up at him, a soft smile on my face. “Good morning. How’re you?” I ask, handing him a coffee. It’s become routine to bring him one when I go to morning practices.

“I’m doing well, thanks. And yourself?” He gladly takes the cup, warming his hands and taking a sip.

“I’m fine,” I blink tiredly.

“That’s good. Is your brother here yet?” He asks.

I hum, shaking my head. “No, he’s racing Hinata or something. Not quite sure. I gave up trying to keep up with those two a long time ago.”

He laughs at my remark, shaking his head. “Understandable.” He looks down at me. “So, are you going to play today, or do schoolwork?” Suga asks.

“School,” I roll my eyes, “I’ve got a quiz today.” He nods, wishing me good luck, and I head to my usual spot on the bleachers, putting in my airpods along the way. Once settled, I pull out my math homework and start factoring.

After a bit, I hear distant yelling so I glance up, seeing the gym is fuller than it was a while ago. My brother and Hinata were being idiots, and so were Tanaka and Noya, while Suga busied himself with something in the closet. So much chaos.

My eyes lock with Noya’s, and suddenly all of his attention is on me. “Kags!” He shouts, running towards me.

He said that “Kageyama” made him think of my brother, but “Kags” for me was more fitting. Because “It’s shorter, like you.” And, “It’s cute! Like you!” (Noya’s words, not mine).

“Noya, good morning.” I say, smiling and waving at him.

“Mornin! Watchya doing!!” He asks, plunking himself next to me.

“Just doing homework and listening to music.” I smile at him. He’s always been a friend of mine. I’m not sure why, but we just seemed to click. Not romantically or anything, but just, our friendship didn’t make sense but it was right.

“Oooh gimme.” He holds out a hand, and I take out my left AirPod and place it in his. We usually pair ours to my phone or his and listen together, but since he was just playing, he didn’t have his.

“I’ll turn it up.” I say, clicking the button on the side a few times.

Noya and I nod along to Crazy in Love by Beyoncé. “Nice choice.” He says, whacking my shoulder.

I laugh, thanking him.

Then, it happens.

The music gets quiet, and there’s a melodic chime.

The music returns to the previous volume. I stare ahead, avoiding Noya’s now prying gaze that’s boring into me.

“Uhmmm. Miss lady. Is there something you wanna tell me?” He asks, sass laced in his voice.

I meet his eyes, and he’s smirking. I blush deeply, raking my fingers through my hair. “Shit. Fucking Siri announcing my damn messages, shit.” I mumble, face hot.

“Looks like Noya’s picking up your sister.” Tanaka says loudly, and I look up to see him and Tobio looking at us.

“Shut it jerks!” Noya shouts. “I just found her secret Spotify playlist! It’s like all death metal, it’s really weird. I-“

“Noya!” I squeak, tackling him, making the other boys laugh and/or shake their heads. Tobio just rolled his eyes.

“Thanks.” I say quietly, still wrestling with Noya.

“No problem, Kags.” He smirks, shaking his head. “But you owe me.”

“What do you want?” I raise my eyebrows.

“You to tell me everything. What’re best friends for?” He says with a grin, finally pulling himself away.

“Okay, okay. Your advice will probably be helpful at times. I haven’t told anyone, like, anyone.”

“My lips are sealed.” He mimics zipping his lips and locking it, throwing away the key, making me laugh.

“Thanks. Now go practice, idiot!” I shove him towards the court and he speeds back.

“So, are ya gonna tell me?” Noya asks.

“Oooh tell him what?!” Tanaka exclaims, making me roll my eyes.

“It was supposed to be a secret, Noya.” I squint at him. “But I guessss I can tell you.” I look at Tanaka, a playful grin on my face. “Will you explain?” I ask Noya and he nods excitedly, I knew he’d wanna break the news.

After Tanaka heard, he slammed his hands on the table excitedly. “NO WAY! LITTLE SIS HAS HERSELF A LOVER.” He says excitedly.

I blush and look away.

“Yeah and I wanna know WHO!” Noya says, “I know it starts with a T, so I thought maybe you Tanaka, but you didn’t have your phone and plus I’m sure you would’ve told me.”

“Oh sure thing dude.” Tanaka nods. “Maybe it’s Tsukkishima?” He suggests.

“Hmmm, maybe, but the nickname was T, and she calls him Tsukki. Hmm, Kuroo? His first name starts with a T.”

“How do you know he plays volleyball?” I say with a smirk, teasing.

“OH.” Tanaka says, laughing at himself.

“He does though.” I mess with him, making him shove my shoulder.

“YAMS?” Noya asks, eyes wide.

I shake my head. My phone buzzes, and I look down at it.

T❤️: hey babyyyy. i miss you

me: i miss you too!💓

T❤️: can u come over tonight🥺 i don’t have practice

me: hmmmm yeah sure :)

me: noya and tanaka found out that we’re a thing. they don’t know it’s you but i bet they’ll cover for me lmao

T❤️: bless

T❤️: well i gotta go baby i’ll text you later

me: okay bye!!💓

T❤️:😘

“Is it Takeda? If it is, we won’t judge.” Tanaka says quietly, making me laugh loudly. “No no no!” I shake my head.

“Tendou!?” Tanaka exclaims.

“Takeru?”

“Goshiki?”

I shake my head at all of their attempts.

It dawns on Noya, and he leans across the table, Tanaka copies him, and whispers, “Is it Oikawa?”

I bite my lip with a small smile.

“NO. WAY.” Tanaka gasps, jaw dropped. “That’s like, illegal!! You know who your brother is, right?!? Dude. That’s ballsy.”

I laugh at Tanaka’s ramblings.

“Wow okay, get it I guess.” Noya says, grinning. “What’s he like?”

“He’s sweet. Nothing like his on the court persona.” I say honestly. “And I really really really like him.”

“You haven’t told Kageyama, I assume?” Tanaka asks, and I shake my head.

“I just don’t know how, honestly. I’ve been dating Tooru for a little over a year now. Things are great, but just, he and my brother don’t get along. Tooru wants to try, though. But every time I even mention his name, Tobio shuts me down.”

Noya nods, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Hey, we’re always here to help, you know.”

“Yeah, feel free to say you’re staying at my house with me and my sister or something, Kageyama knows we wouldn’t ever do anything weird. Gross.” Tanaka pretends to gag, and I laugh.

“Thank you guys.” I reach out, grabbing their hands and squeezing them.

“No prob, Kags.”

——

Later that night, I found myself in the arms of the man that was causing such a stir in my friends’ minds.

His soft lips against mine, doing exactly what made me feel warm inside. He runs his hands up and down my back, settling on my hips. My arms rest on his shoulders, and eventually move up to run through his hair, messing it up.

I sigh, pulling away to look at his face. His brown eyes gaze up into mine, and I smile gently, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m so lucky that you’re my girl.” Tooru says, eyes closing. I hum and kiss his nose, cuddling into his chest, closing my eyes as well.

“Babe. Wake up.” A soft voice says, rubbing my arm. I open my eyes to meet soft brown ones filled with love.

“Hi, darling.” I say, stretching and yawning.

“Sleep well?” He asks, pulling me closer to him.

“I did. You?”

He hums and nods, closing his eyes. “It’s early still, but I wanted to be with you before you leave.” He pouts, pressing a kiss on my temple.

“Thanks for waking me up.” I smile, putting my hand on his cheek. He turns his head, kissing my palm before going back to look at my face.

We talk about random things for about 30 minutes, like how shocked Noya was when he heard the message, and how Iwa hit him in the back of the head with a ball again.

Sadly, time passes, so that means I have to go to school.

“Bye, baby.” He says, telling me farewell at the train.

“Bye. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiles, kissing me quickly before I get on and head to Karasuno.

“Hey, kid.” Daichi says as I walk into the gym carrying my bag.

“Hi!” I say with a grin, hugging him.

“Thanks for coming in today.” He says, hugging me back.

“No problem. I’ve got some time to kill anyway.” Today, a bunch of people are coming to Karasuno to practice together, it’s really informal but fun and useful. I wave bye to Daichi and walk over to my friend Yui. She’s the captain of the girls team. I wasn’t able to play this year, but next year I’m going to join after basketball season.

“Y/n! Hello! Thanks for coming!” She gushes, hugging me.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it.” I smile at her as we start to leave the gym to change.

“Y/n! Good morning!” My brother shouts at me, and I turn around and yell good morning right back with a wave.

With that out of the way, I walk out of the gym with my friend.

In the empty club room, we change into shorts and a tshirt and head back, mindlessly chatting along the way.

“Y/n! Hello!” A familiar voice stops me outside.

“Iwa!” I grin, “Hi! Welcome to my school.” I jokingly bow, making him laugh. “You can go on Yui, I’ll be right there!”

She nods and heads into the gym, probably to see Daichi.

“Yyyyy/nnnnn,” the smooth voice of my boyfriend rings out, making me laugh.

“Hi!” I smile sweetly at him. “I’d kiss you but there are, ya know, people,” I say quietly.

He nods his head in understanding. He wasn’t going to ask for one anyway, he didn’t feel like dealing with the secret today.

“Are you going to play too, Y/n? You’re wearing athletic clothes.” Iwa notes.

“Yeah, a bit.” I say, and the three of us walk into the gym.

“That’s great.” Iwa says, patting my head.

“She’s the most pretty setter.” Oikawa says quietly, making Iwa and I both chuckle and roll our eyes.

“The great king!” Hinata exclaims, making a few heads turn in our direction.

I can sense my brother’s icy stare, and my boyfriend sends him a smirk.

Oh no, this is gonna be trouble.

I sigh, pushing my hair back. I walk towards Suga, but turn around and mouth the words “be good” to Tooru, then I do the same to Tobio.

Oh god oh no oh god oh no, repeats in my brain as I walk wide eyed to the grey haired boy for some kind of comfort. He looks somewhat out of place due to third wheeling Daichi and Yui, so when his eyes meet mine, they flood with relief.

“Y/n,” he says as I approach him, “today’s gonna be a long one.”

“You’re telling me.” I sigh, putting my hands on my head. I glance back to check on the two boys in my life, and thankfully they’re on opposite sides of the gym.

“Something the matter?” He asks, concerned.

“Just worried about my brother and Tooru.” I pause. “Oikawa.” I correct myself, and Suga eyes me.

“If he’s the mystery man I overheard Noya and Tanaka talking about, I feel sorry for your situation.” He says honestly, making my face heat up.

“Yeah.” I admit. Maybe Suga could help me if something goes awry...

After a moment of silence, he smirks at me, giving me a knowing look. “Does he really hit it till it breaks?” He teases.

“Oh god Suga!” I exclaim, shoving his shoulder, my cheeks turning red.

He laughs at my flustered state.

“He does, but so do I.” I whisper to him, making his jaw drop. It’s his turn to be speechless. I giggle, covering my mouth. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” I say, shaking my head. “Unless...”

He whacks my shoulder, “You’re too young for lewd jokes like that, young lady!” He teases, giving me a soft whack in between the words.

“You started it!” I laugh, holding one hand up in surrender, the other on my stomach from laughter.

——

At lunch time, I opt to sit with Noya and Tanaka.

“The tension between the two is so,” Noya says, waving his hand in the air.

“Thick.” Tanaka finishes for him, and we all nod. “I don’t like it.”

“Me either. And Tooru has been good, it’s Tobio who’s trying to rile things up.” I frown, pushing my food around with my fork.

“Yeah, he needs to calm down.” Tanaka agrees.

“You know what? I’ll go sit with him.” I say, pushing myself up.

“Go get em!” Noya cheers, making me laugh.

I walk over and sit down next to him, brushing his shoulder. “Y/n, hey.” He says.

“Y/n!!!” Hinata beams from across the table. “How’re you!”

“I’m fine, how about you?” I smile at him. He tells me he’s good and rambles for a bit about volleyball.

“It’s fun.” Tobio admits. “I want to go up against Oikawa, though. Haven’t had the chance yet.” He grumbles, shoveling food. into his mouth. I roll my eyes. “Oi, what was that for?” He demands, nudging me.

“Nothing, nothing.” I wave him off.

Hinata squints at us, wondering if we’ll start fighting. It happens occasionally, and in front of Hinata a good amount because Tobio “feels like he can be himself” around the orange haired boy (his words, not mine).

“Don’t fight, let’s just focus on learning from others today!” Hinata begs.

I nod, smiling at him.

“Now, I’m gonna go.” I say, standing up. I whack Tobio on the head, mumbling “behave” before walking away, waving bye to Hinata.

———

I found myself sitting in between Oikawa and Suga, kicking my legs while I drink my chocolate milk. The two boys chat with each other, making me smile. I look at my boyfriend and he ruffles my hair before continuing his conversation with Suga. Next, I look up at Suga, who’s nodding along to my boyfriend’s words. He looks down at me, fixing my hair before meeting Tooru’s eyes again.

I feel so content, two important guys in my life are getting along.

“Hey, Y/n, I- what? OH!” Tanaka says, bounding up to the three of us, Noya hot on his tail.

“It’s nice to meet you, loverboy.” Noya says, stepping from foot to foot in excitement.

Instead of lashing out, Tooru blushes a bit and looks down, acting out of character. This makes Noya grin even wider. “You’d better treat our Y/n right, and I know you do, but I need to say it, and-“ the small boy rambles, making me laugh. Suga shakes his head, whacking Noya to get him to shut up.

“We’re baaaack!” Hinata shouts, “Let’s play!”

“Y/n?” A voice I didn’t want to hear says.

I look up to meet the hard blue eyes of my brother.

“Hey, Tobio.” I offer a smile. “Why are you with him?” He folds his arms, making me roll my eyes.

“It seems like you’re ignoring the fact that I’m also with Suga, Noya, and Tanaka.”

“Still.”

“Okay, you know what, fine,” I say, taking a deep breath. Holy shit, I’m doing this. I’m doing this now of all times. Okay okay okay, get the words out, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Tobio’s facial expression changes into confusion. If his face could be a punctuation mark, it would embody “?” perfectly.

“Okay, don’t get mad-“ Tooru starts.

“No, okay, I, just,” Tobio stutters, blinking hard.

“Listen.” I tell him, putting my hand on his arm, “I love him, okay? And he’s treated me so well, and I just-“

“Give me a minute.” Tobio says, shaking his head and storming out of the gym.

“Babe,” Tooru says, gently taking my hand in his.

“Take a breath, he’ll come around.” He whispers.

“But what if he doesn’t?” I ask, trying not to tear up.

“If he doesn’t, then oh well.” Tooru rubs my back. “He’s not part of our relationship. It might even take years of him seeing how much I love and care about you, it’s not going to fade. He’ll have to see someday.”

“And,” Suga adds, “we all approve, if that helps things.”

“I can’t believe you’re dating the great king!” Hinata gushes, hugging me. “I’ll go talk to Kageyama.”

“Thanks, Hinata.” I smile, hugging him back before he runs off.

“At least he didn’t punch me.” Tooru mumbles, making me and the boys around me laugh.

———

At the end of the day, all of the guys are tired and sweaty, walking slower than they did in the morning. I walked between Iwa and Tanaka (admittedly, two guys I never thought I’d walk in between) while listening to chatter amongst the volleyball boys.

“Hey, do you think I can hang out at your house now that your brother knows?” A smooth voice asks me.

I smile, nodding. “Yeah, I think so.”

“That’s great.” He grins, lacing his fingers with mine. “Plus, I need to prove to him that I’m not actually terrible.”

“Yeah, he’s really hard headed.” I shake my head.

After a bit, we all get to the train and it’s time to say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.

“It was nice talking to you, loverboy.” Noya says, socking Tooru in the shoulder.

“Yeah, you too I guess.” He rubs the spot that got punched, jokingly wincing.

We break off from the group a bit, and I hug him. “Thanks for acting right.” I say, somewhat jokingly.

“Hey, I’m not a dick when things are important to me.” He shoots back, squeezing me closer to him.

I stand on my tiptoes and he leans down, meeting me halfway. His warm lips are against mine again, and I smile, closing my eyes.

“Hey, uh,” My brother’s voice interrupts our moment. We pull back and look at him. “This is so weird. I hope you understand how in shock I am. Y/n, we’re going to have a talk on the way home. I don’t know if I can accept this.” He scratches his neck in discomfort.

Tooru stiffens, jaw clenched.

“Tobio, I-“

“No, Y/n. Just, no.” He shakes his head, glaring at the ground.

“At least let me tell you how good he is to me. Let him show you, please Tobio.” I beg.

“I, I can’t, I just,”

“You’re too fucking stubborn.” I snap. “This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you’d be a total dick and ruin things.”

“I don’t mind ruining things if it has to do with him.” He folds his arms.

I look back at my boyfriend, who’s obviously trying to hold himself back.

“What the hell, man?” Tooru finally says something. “I’ve literally treated Y/n well for more than a year now, and I could never hurt her. I love her, so much, and I don’t hate her for being your sister, I don’t hold idiotic grudges,”

“You do against me.”

“It’s an act, stupid. You play into it all just as much as I did.”

“Don’t start that, Oikawa.”

“Hey, Tobio, Tooru,” I butt in, “Please stop.”

“I’ll stop arguing when you dump his ass, Y/n.” Tobio says.

I shoot him a glare, then look to Oikawa, whose eyes swimming with emotion.

“I am not breaking up with Tooru. I love him, Tobio. A lot. Just, accept it, would you?”

“No. I can’t. See him for all I care, but you won’t have me.” He storms off, leaving the two of us standing there in silence.

———

Two months later, I’m sitting in my last period class. I head out of school as the bell rings, arms folded and eyes down. I don’t like admitting that my brother’s words affected me, and I especially don’t like that he made me choose between the two.

I chose the one who wasn’t a dick. The one who loves me, the one who would do anything to make me smile. The one who looks at me like I put the stars in the sky, the one who holds me at night and gives me his jacket when I’m cold. The one who sneaks my favorite candy in my backpack before I leave his house, the one who lets me pick which anime we watch. The one who kisses each of my fingers, the one who makes my heart stop, the one who supports me no matter what.

Yet my heart aches for my brother, the one that would put bandaids on my scraped knees, the one that would laugh at me when I fell, right before he’d give me a hand up. The one who helped me get ready for basketball tryouts, the one who always forgot his bag at home. The one who refuses to look me in the eye, the one who’s giving me the silent treatment, the one who makes my home life miserable every day. Why do I miss him when he’s so mean?

I kick rocks along the sidewalk, walking past the volleyball gym. I hear familiar squeaks of shoes and slamming of volleyballs on the wood floors. I peek in, praying that my brother isn’t there.

“Y/n!” Suga says, noticing my presence. I squeak and jump back, stumbling a bit. “Sorry to scare you!” He says, jogging up to me, reaching out a hand to help me up.

“It’s okay.”

“How have you been? It’s been ages!” He throws an arm over my shoulders.

I shrug.

“Not good, huh?” He frowns.

I shake my head.

“I’m sorry. You’re always welcome at my place. I know it’s closer than Oikawa’s.”

“Thank you.” I smile gently, hugging him. “I’d better go before Tobio shows up here.” I laugh lightly, pushing my hair back.

“Hmm, all right then. Don’t forget to text me though, all right?”

“I won’t. Bye, Suga.” I wave and walk away, heading to the train.

He waves bye back, heading back into the gym.

I glance back, remembering when I’d run Tobio his bag that he left on the counter.

I shake the memories out of my head.

Once on the train, I put in my earbuds, nodding my head along to the first song that came on shuffle. I look out the window, thinking.

Once I’m at the house of my boyfriend and his family, I truly feel at home. I feel warm, I feel loved, I feel cared for. In fact, I am warm, loved, and cared for here. His parents let me stay over, and I cook dinner for everyone multiple times a week.

It’s 8:00 pm now, and I’m spinning in Tooru’s desk chair while he folds his clothes.

“Hey, c’mere.” He says, sitting down on his queen sized bed, patting the empty space next to him.

I nod and stand up, then plop myself down.

“I love you.” He takes my face in his hands, moving closer. “So much.” He kisses my lips firmly. “Don’t you ever forget, missy.”

I laugh, scooting closer to him and nuzzling my face in his chest, sighing in contempt.

“I love you too, Tooru.”

‘Star crossed lovers, doomed from the start, huh?’ I think to myself, a small smile on my face, ‘What do ya know? I made it work.’

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nitannichionne · 4 years

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If He Was YOUR Fan, Chapter 21: Face Off (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

You were happy to go home with Henry, but your home? It was a shoebox. You are quiet all the way home in the car. He parks his car next to the garage and follows you up the steps to your small apartment.

“Cozy,” He gives an impressed nod.

“Okay,” you chuckle, looking around and shaking your head.

“No, no,” He puts his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder as Kal sniffs the place over. He sits on the mat by the kitchen. “I think it’s charming, but….” You feel him shrug behind you.

“What?”

“That bed needs testing.”

“Oh,” you giggle. “didn’t think of that.”

“But first—” he turns and walks away.

He can’t go far, and you frown. “What?”

“Want to see your fridge.”

You inwardly cringe, remembering the conversation you had earlier, and remind him. “I’m only here in the morning and evenings on weeknights.”

He goes to the refrigerator and exhales heavily. “Let’s see…” he clucks his tongue. “Hmmm, well at least you grilled chicken strips.”

“Yeah.” You say, forgetting about that.

“Romaine, spinach, radish, kale…tomato, carrot, cucumbers, egss—”

“I have fruit—”

“I see,” he says frowning and opening the cupboard. “Cereal, cookies—”

“From the bakery,” you interject. “Bread, too.” He returns to you and you smile. “Not bad.”

“Not iron rich, either.”

You exhale. “Some of it.”

“Not enough.” He pauses. “You must have salads every night.”

“Just about,” you admit. “I can make us some.”

“Thanks,” he smiles.

You are cutting up ingredients and then you hear him bounce on the bed. “Oh—”

“Oh, a bed desk,” Henry smiles, pulling it onto his lap as he sat on the bed. “Where the magic happens?”

“Magic?”

“The stories?”

You laugh softly. “Yes, I suppose so—”

“Good Lord!” He reaches back.

“I would call that the top hat if the stories are magic.”

He picks up a handful of SD cards, looking at them. “They’re color coded.”

“It’s easier.”

He picks up the case the cards go into. “I can put them back, if you like.”

“Sure.”

You hear him shuffling. “Oooh, so the purple ones are Romance and Sex cards?” He immediately inserts that one.

“Henry--!”

“The Art of Kissing? Joys of Sex? Sensual Massage?” Henry reads. “Bedroom Games?!”

“Research, Henry.”

“Ideas, Fitness, Fighting, Psychology, Spiritualism, Poetry, JPEG’s?” His eyes widen. “You have a library in this case, love.”

“Yeah, wanted to take it all with me.” You confess. “I miss books.”

“You’ve been in Europe for months,” he says. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“What did you leave behind?”

“Whatever needed leaving.”

“Family?”

“Some I deeply miss, yes.”

“Who, then?”

“Who what?” you bring the salads to the table.

“Are you running from?”

You turn and put the salads down. “Not from the law.”

He pulls you into his arms. “Things have a way of catching up.”

“Let’s hope not.”

You have dinner, binge watching Mrs. Brown’s Boys. Henry offers to take out the trash, and returns with an odd smile on his face.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“I was surrounded by cats?”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” you gasp. You run to the kitchen and pull kibble out from under the sink. “Lots of cats, been feeding them. It started as like, one—”

“And they tell two friends, and they tell two friends?” he jokes softly.

You roll your eyes at him. “And so on, and so on?” You pull out some beat up cake pans and fill one with water, one with the kibble. “I’ll be right back.” You carry the pans down the steps to next to the staircase away from the garage door and set them down. “Dinner!” you sing, and before you can say the second syllable they are in view. You kneel down, lightly petting them as they eat. They are used to you now, and pay no attention to your touch.

Suddenly, one of the males hiss.

You gasp and stand up quickly, never seeing it behave like that. “Gus?” You say and back a step—right into Archer.

“Feeding strays?” Archer asks, putting a garbage bag in the can.

You spin around, now facing him and hoping he’ll leave the cats alone. “Yes, Stella and I have been for some time now.”

Archer sees Henry’s car. “You brought him here?”

“You’re here,” you point out. “You and your brother have a place in town.”

“So…you’re going public?”

You blink. “That’s really none of your business, Archer.”

“Do you think he is really going to fall in with you?”

“Archer, he is the guy from London I met!”

Archer’s eyes widen. “It was him?”

“Yes,” you nod. “I told Stella he was a lookalike, but it was him.”

“His idea?”

“No,” you admit. “but he did invite me to the challenge, if you must know.”

“Can’t you see he’s using you?”

“Can’ you see you’re jealous?”

“Sweetheart?”

You look up and see Henry coming down the steps. “Henry—”

Henry’s eyes lock on Archer’s. “Everything alright?”

You put your hands on Henry’s chest, trying to push him back. “Yes, everything’s—”

“Archer?”

“Fine, fine,” Archer said. Just as you get Henry to the bottom step, he murmurs, “Well off, all mouth, no trousers.”

Henry spins around you and faces Archer. “What did you say?”

“Well-off, all mouth, no trousers.” Archer bit out every syllable, facing Henry.

“One could say the same about you.”

“Henry!” you plead.

“Five minutes, backyard?” Archer asks.

“Five minutes,” Henry agrees.

Archer spins on his heel and goes back into the house.

You follow Henry to his car and he pulls out his gym bag. “Henry?” He goes up the steps and back into your apartment. “Henry!”

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry!” Henry shakes his head as he kicks off his shoes and pulls out his gym shoes. He pulls his sweater off, revealing a tight t-shirt. “I’ve had it with that guy.”

“You’re not going to do this,” you say, shaking your head. “It’s the beer, right?”

“I’m not drunk!” He is annoyed. “Do you want him?”

“What?!”

“Are you playing at something?”

“God, Henry, no!” you can’t believe he asked that. “I lo-loathe the idea of you being hurt.” You drop your gaze, unbelieving that you almost let the biggest cat out of the bag in your life, the lion out of its cage. Confessing your feelings could send him packing.

He tilts your chin up, his anger completely gone, a small smile its place. “I…loathe the idea of you being hurt, too.” He turns to you, and holds you by your shoulders. “Let me tell you something, love. Sometimes, words aren’t enough. Sometimes a man just has to be a bit primal to get his point across.”

“Henry—” you are cut off as he draws you to him, your body crashing into his.

“You’re mine,” he says in a low voice.

You gasp softly, not only at the words, but the ferocity behind them, the sight of his eyes looking almost gray in the moonlight from the kitchen window, the fact that he passionately drew you to him and it was a painless collision.

“You’re mine. He can’t have you. I saw you first. I will not relinquish my claim. It’s that simple.”

You blink at him, the set of his jaw. “Don’t send him to the hospital. Hard to explain.”

He chuckles as that. “I will try not to.”

You watch Henry walk out, and you follow quietly. He grew up in a house with four brothers, three being older. He suffered bullying in prep school. He has had to learn fighting sequences and disciplines for movies and studies jiu-jitsu.

And Archer was an amateur boxer?

This is going to get good and bad at the same time.

You walk after Henry down the steps and find that half the house is home…on a Friday night, no less! You’d hoped most had gone to the pub in town, but it’s possible that texts were sent and calls were made, even in five minutes. It is turning dusk, two of the SUVs are parked in such a way to illuminate the back area of the house, which had no light.

“I’ll be damned, you came!” Archer tries to goad Henry, but that wasn’t going to work.

Henry says nothing, and steps into the lit area. His stare is penetrating, not leaving Archer for a second.

“What’s going on?” one of the crew asks.

“An experiment,” you say. “Jiu Jitsu versus Boxing.”

“Do we have time for bets?”

“I said this is an experiment not a pay per view!” You answer.

Stella grabs your hand, her eyes full of concern and whispers. “This is more than just an experiment, isn’t it?”

You only stare ahead.

Archer and Henry start circling each other. The crew is split on who to cheer for-Henry or Archer.

“Knock him out, Archer!”

“Let’s go, Henry!”

Archer moves in and lunges. Henry push kicks him back.

“Oooh.” The crowd says.

Archer tries to kick, but Henry deflects his leg with a downward block, pushing Archer back and down.

“Aw, let’s go, let’s go!” someone claps.

Archer charges again, and Henry catches the arm with both hands, pulling Archer to the ground. Archer slides on the grass, keeping his head up so he isn’t face down. He rolls to his back and jumps up into a standing position.

“Oh!”

“Awww!”

“You dodging me, Cavill?” Archer taunts.

“Right here,” Henry growls softly.

Archer strides to him and Henry doesn’t move, but puts up his fists. Archer starts trying to deliver punches, but Henry blocks them. When Archer tries to do a cross, Henry slips under and delivers an upper cut, causing him to stumble back. Henry tries to attack with a cross, but Archer punches his kidneys and Henry flinches. Archer upper cuts and clips his chin.

“Oh, got ‘em there!”

You gasp, covering your mouth. You don’t want to make a sound unless it’s positive. Stella squeezes your hand.

Henry straightens and regains his stance. Archer comes at him again and tries to get him to open up his defenses with a couple of jabs but Henry grabs his wrist and takes a step back, lifting Archer at the waist and throwing him to the ground. “Stay down.”

“Fuck you!” Archer says, going into a football stance. He charges for Henry and misses like a bull in an arena.

Henry stands at the ready as Archer charges again, but this time turns aside and grabs the back of Archer’s neck and bounces his head off the top of an SUV, dazing him. When Archer stumbles back, Henry takes him to the ground and tangles his arms around Archer’s arm, pulling it, and wraps his legs around his one, stretching Archer’s smaller body. Archer yells in pain not wanting to give in. You “Come on!” Henry roars.

Archer taps and Henry rolls to his feet. Hannah rushes to Archer’s side to help him up and he waves her away, wanting to get up on his own steam. Everyone starts clapping and talking, the excitement over.

You are mortified to see money exchange between crew members. How did this become a pay per view-a fucking betting game-so quickly?

People try to congratulate Henry, but his look says he wants none though he nods in thanks. He is watching and waiting for Archer.

Archer walks over and shakes Henry’s hand, and the crew claps and cheers. He pulls Henry close and whispers something in his ear.

“I know,” Henry nods. He takes your hand and leads you back inside.

You stand there looking up at him. His eyes are intense and are watching your every move. You’re breathing hard and you don’t know why. You touch his face, and turn it. You see a bruise starting at his chin and he has a little blood coming from his mouth. You gently remove his shirt and see bruises forming on his torso from the body punches and being pushed into the SUV.

“It’s not bad. Tournaments have been worse.” He kicks off his shoes.

You rush to the kitchen and get ice, putting it in a plastic bag and then wrapping it in a towel, then apply it to his face. You have no idea what to say. You feel bad about it. Now you just hope it’s over.

“I’ve never fought for a woman before,” he says softly. He seems in deep thought.

“I’m sorry-“ Your breath hitches as he grabs your wrist while icing his jaw.

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” he whispers, kissing it and taking the ice out of your hand. He brushes his lips along your inner wrist, starting a trail of goosebumps that travel up your arm.

You recognize the look in his eyes and your entire body is awash with heated awareness. He pulls you close, his hands aligning your hips with his as he brushes his lips against your neck and ear over and over again. He starts guiding you toward the couch step by step. You hear him inhale. “Henry?”

“You smell nice,” his voice vibrates against you as his hands travel under your top. He pulls it over your head and off, then drops it on the floor. His hands smooth over your bare arms and then come up your back which enables him to unfasten your bra, and then slide over your shoulders. “Soft.”

Your heart skips and your mind goes blank. You’re suddenly nervous. You sit on the couch, having nowhere else to go, and he kneels before you, pushing your legs apart. His hands move over your shoulders to take off the bra. He returns to your breasts, cupping as if weighing them. He kisses your neck and you squirm at the heat of his lips against your jugular, gasp when his tongue traces your pulse down to your collarbone. He leans forward, pushing you back and puts his hands at the small of your back, pulling your leggings and underwear down and off. You raise your hips and his attention falls between your legs, looking at how the position puts you in one of offering. You are nude before him as his hands slide up the outside of your legs to your hips again, dragging you to the edge of the couch and resting your thighs on his shoulders as he sucks on your outer lips.

You cry out and arch, then feel your body go lax only to do it again as his tongue surges and lashes within your folds. You begin to writhe as he sharpens a need that goes so much deeper than he can go at this position. Your hands rest on the back of his head as your hips rise off the edge of the couch, offering and demanding more, and he moans in response, still lapping at what he has drawn from you.

He rises coming forward on the couch and hooks your knees over his shoulder, leaving you vulnerable and open, then thrusts into you to the hilt in one movement. A kitten cry comes from you, being filled and stretched so quickly, but you exhale with relief, the fullness making you pulse around him, making him throb inside you. He stills for few moments and starts to slowly move in and out of you; for a moment you could swear your hearts are beating together.

His rhythm quickens and you gasp his name. You can’t move, the position and hold he has you in does not permit it. He is taking you-maybe even claiming you after what has happened-so this time, you just take it…gladly.

You arch, your hips coming off the couch as you cry his name, climaxing around him. He holds your legs tight, and licks his lips, slowing for a moment, but keeps going. With no reprieve, you are panting now, your head rocking side to side. Your body is coming apart and coming together around him at once.

“Henry!”

His eyes close and he bites his bottom lip as you feel him swell within you. You think he is about to climax, but then his eyes open as he slows. He is determined to keep going. His eyes looking as dark as a stormy sea, he increases the intensity, still holding onto your legs with one arm, but now his other hand is at your hip, guiding you onto him as you squirm, your nerves becoming a bit raw, your senses tuned into him-his eyes, the breadth of his shoulders, the flexing of his arms as he holds you in a position of submission, the softness of hair that surrounds a hardness that is claiming you over and over, a combination of a naturally male essence that is his own. You are his own.

A scream tears from your throat, and you start to tremble. You feel liquid heat inside you, and you know it isn’t you. He pounds slow and hard, panting and growling over you, and you are able to loosen one leg and put it on his other shoulder. He smirks, letting your legs down around his waist to kiss you, and then lifts you off the couch, still kissing you, still pulsating inside you, and now his arms keep you wrapped around him as you move to the bed.

He crashes onto the bed with you beneath him and you are in heaven. Feeling him so deep inside you, being completely surrounded by his scent, rubbing your cheek against his, tears spring to your eyes. “I’m not moving.” He breathes.

Thanking the technology of the depo-provera, you giggle, your limbs wrapping around him. “Nobody is telling you to.”

He rotates his hips, and you gasp at the how good it feels. “Neither are you.”

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runtedfiction · 4 years

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A New Normal

A/N: quarantine fic *airhorns* this was originally tended for zutara day 4: celestial. is that a bit troll? i don’t know

AO3

* * *

A hundred days into quarantine, Katara caves. It’s a quiet Sunday morning, light streaming in through the windows. But an alarm goes off on her phone, harsh metallic rings breaking the morning silence, and she bolts out of bed.

“Zuko,” she says. He grunts in response, and she frantically taps at her phone to unlock it. “Zuko! ”

“What.”

“I’m going to do it. I’m actually going to do it. Oh god, I hope this works.”

“Urgh.”

“Zuko, wake up. I’m going to do it.”

He turns towards her and slides one eye open. Katara is pulling out her credit card and breathing hard and punching in numbers, and this is an awful lot of noise for what feels like 8AM. “What.”

“I’m going to buy a Switch.”

“Oh god,” he says, closing his eyes. “Not this again.”

“Look, it’s actually going to work this time, I’m actually at the checkout page, it’s taking me to order confirmation--holy shit, it worked!”

“Congratulations,” Zuko yawns, syllables thick with sleep. He pats the empty pillow next to him. “Come back to bed.”

* * *

At dinner the next day, Katara shows him the shipping notification.

“It shipped!” She’s so excited, and he can’t help but smile. “It’ll be here next Friday!”

“What games are you going to get?” Zuko asks, poking at the pickled cucumbers. “And let me know if I made these too spicy again.”

“Oh, they’re really good, don’t worry. And Animal Crossing,” she says in between bites. “The one that everyone’s been playing.”

He snorts. “You’re going to play it for two weeks max.”

“How could you say that?”

“It’s true.” He shrugs. “Remember that sourdough phase? At least when you’re done with it I can get Breath of the Wild or something.”

“Shut up,” she says, stealing a cucumber slice from his chopsticks. “I’ll play it for a thousand hours. And the sourdough would’ve been better if you didn’t nearly kill the starter!”

“Ok, sure, sure” he says, skeptical. “I’ll order Breath of the Wild tonight.”

She pouts with a “hmph,” and he reaches across the table to grab her cheek.

* * *

Next Friday rolls around, and Katara works from the living room so she can keep her face glued to the window.

“Slow day, huh,” Zuko asks in between meetings. She makes a face, and he kisses her quickly. “I hope your package gets stolen, and you have to see it.”

He darts away, laughing, before she can jokingly get her hands around his neck. When her package actually does come, he can hear her bolting out of the apartment. And just as quickly, he can hear her run back in again, probably for a meeting or something.

Her voice comes in through the door of their home office. “Yeah, these designs look great! Let me share my screen. People can see this, right? I spun up an Express app for a proof of concept, and I think that…”

She sounds slightly out of breath, and Zuko laughs before realizing he forgot to mute himself in his own meeting. Shit.

* * *

Later that night, Katara practically buzzes with energy.

“Holy smokes,” she keeps saying. The game only has a few minutes left to download. (She bought a digital copy, much to his chagrin, but Zuko’s learned that there are some battles he’ll always lose.) “Holy smokes, it’s actually going to happen!”

“Are you excited?” He asks, his elbow digging into her shoulder. “Man, you really shouldn’t sit on the couch all day hunched over like that. It’s bad for you.”

“I know, I know,” she says. “Oooh, right there, that’s good.”

Then the game is done downloading, and Katara grabs the controller eagerly. “Isla Yue, here I come!”

Zuko raises an eyebrow. “Isla Yue? What happened to Ember Island?”

“I realized it wouldn’t fit in the character limit,” she says. “But it was a strong second choice--oh my god, look, it’s those little tanuki boys!”

* * *

For the next few weeks, Zuko wakes to find Katara gently tapping at the buttons on her Switch. He learns all about Tom Nook and picking weeds and how Katara wanted peaches as a starting fruit but settled for apples. Her store upgrades, she starts making waterfalls, and she even dresses one of her villagers in outfits that Zuko wears. This is how he learns about Sherb, and about how badly Katara wants Cherry as a villager (“we’d just vibe, you know?”).

She plays in between meetings, during lunch, and before bed. She resists the urge to play at the dining table or during their evening time, and for that, Zuko is grateful.

“I’m losing you to Tom Nook,” he laments one night while chopping vegetables. Katara is manning the marinated meat on the stove--it’s Korean night tonight, and Zuko’s stomach growls with anticipation--and she laughs.

“I promise you that you aren’t.”

“I really am though,” he says. He moves to the sink to clean the knife and she turns around to kiss him on the cheek.

“You aren’t. Plus,” she adds, “there’s going to be a surprise tonight. I’ll show you, I think you’ll like it!”

Zuko kisses the top of her head and wraps his arms around her waist. “Let me guess--you’re leaving me for Sherb.”

"Very funny, and I wish."

* * *

After dinner, they sometimes watch TV, sometimes workout, sometimes read, sometimes try a random quarantine hobby. Zuko misses the gym, but it’s fun to use Katara for weight training, and it’s nice to save the membership money. It also helps that she turns up the ogling by a thousand percent when he pulls out the free weights.

“You have no shame,” he says, breathless, after she jokingly pats his butt for the millionth time.

“Keep up the work, champ.”

“Do I get any rewards?”

“Yup, you get to play Animal Crossing with me tonight—there’s a meteor shower in Isla Yue.”

Zuko jokingly groans, and she smacks him once more for good measure.

* * *

Katara’s island is gorgeous at night, lit with paper lanterns and star fragments. She lets him walk around and catch a few fish; it’s the one part of the game that he’ll willingly play.

“Goddammit,” he mutters. “So many sea bass tonight, haven’t seen those before.”

She laughs, and continues to watch him make the worst catches he’s made in a while, before she grabs at his arm. “Wait, wait, Zuko, look up, it’s a shooting star! Press A, press A!”

He looks up and presses A. Her character does an adorable little bow. “Did I wish on it?”

“Yup,” she says. “Look how cute, oh my god.” She places her head on his shoulder. “You can stay like this for a few minutes; they’ll come in groups.”

“Ok.”

And they pass a few minutes like this, her head on his shoulder, both of them admiring Isla Yue’s sky. They’re in the middle of Katara’s flower field, and the lilies sway in the wind. It’s a full moon tonight.

“When,” Katara begins, hesitantly. “When do you think we’ll be able to see things like this again?”

“You mean when life will be normal again?”

She nods. It was all they talked about in the beginning of quarantine, this prediction of when “normal life” would return, but now that daily life has settled into this rhythm--working from home together, cooking together, all the small things that go into sharing your life with someone else--he hadn’t really thought about it as of late.

“I don’t know,” he says. “Post vaccine, which could be next spring, next summer, next winter--it’s hard to say.”

“I know,” she says, voice small. He grabs her hand with his free one, the other intermittently pressing A to wish on stars. “And I know that we’re more than lucky to have work and be happy and healthy, but sometimes I can’t help but think that it’s unfair and it’d be great if life were like Animal Crossing.”

“I know,” he says. He squeezes her hand and kisses the top of her head. “Life’s unfair, but I’m lucky to have you.”

“I love you.”

“Love you.”

They play together for a bit more before Katara falls asleep in his lap, and he tucks her into bed. Days like this bleed together, but most of the time he doesn’t mind. Life is boring and the world is on fire, but she’s the best partner he could have in these times.

Zuko doesn’t tell her this, but he ends up fishing and wishing on stars for the rest of the night. And he even begins thinking of personal wishes to accompany the stars. He remembers that Katara once told him that the game feels like therapy. She’s definitely right.

I want everything to be ok by next summer.

I want people to be recognized for their full humanity.

I want to be happy with Katara forever.

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tanukijay-official · 4 years

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Countries Away Chapter 6

Now, you're far away And I'm alone to cry about it It's not a better place, When you die and leave me here to say

Hold on, I was never that strong

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Spencer went through the back door of his house, sticking close to the wall. He knew had to get past his father. He stopped as a light turned on. His father, Adelio Española, crossed his arms with a scowl on his face. Spencer straightened.

"Hóla, hijo." His father patted the seat next to him. Spencer obeyed, head down. His brown eyes met his father's cold black ones. His father forcefully grabbed Spencer's bandaged arm. Spencer didn't show his pain. "You know that if you hadn't disobeyed curfew, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"I understand, Padre." Spencer said, not looking at him. Adelio's face softened. He sighed and gently pressed on the wound with a damp cloth. "¡¡AY!!" Spencer yanked his arm away. "That hurt!" He scowled at him.

"I will need your arm back, Spencer." Adelio said calmly. Spencer looked away with a sigh and gave it back. No, it wasn't his father who had hurt him. It was his strict abuelito, who lived with them. In fact, him and his father shared a name. Because Spencer was so much like his mother Anna, who died conceiving him, his abuelito hated him - claimed his blood was tainted. He had killed Philippines's mother when she was fourteen. Many people believed it to be his father.

Spencer and his father knew differently. That’s why they were always on the run, from Portugal to Romania and everywhere in between. But the Abuelito always found them. He took them back and made sure to berate them. The cloth went Adelio stopped dabbing the wound was pink with blood. Spencer winced. Adelio gave him a soft smile. Then he wrapped it back up.

"How's our cover? I don't want your Abuelito to find out about us doing this." Spencer smiled kindly.

"Ha estado bien. No one knows the truth. As usual, everyone thinks it's you." He reported. Adelio smiled bigger.

"Excellente." He finished up. "Careful as you go upstairs. He's awake still." Spencer nodded and went toward the stairs, but he turned back to his dad and hugged him. "Te amo, Papa." He said, squeezing his eyes shut. Adelio hugged back, also eyes closed. You could see in the light his old flag. That's right, Adelio was the country Portugal. His original name had been Púerto, but he changed it to Adelio to keep his name a secret. It was only at home he took the makeup off. Spencer had gotten his answers from him and his grandfather.

The television in his grandfather’s room had made a sickeningly static noise, that immersed his grandfather into watching it. He was able to make by him, before closing his bedroom door. Slowly picking up is cellphone, he dialed up a certain someone.

”No, no Dominick listen to me. Wait.... you’ve been.... taken by them? Calm down, I’m sure we can work through this. Just, *sigh*, no don’t attack them that’s a horrible idea! Yes it is. Just meet me at Lutyens Café, tomorrow, after school at 5:45 pm sharp. I love you too, bye,”

Click! He plugged his phone into the charger cable, and sat down on his bed. The wind wisps and whistles, sounding like a howling dog in the night. “Our love is six feet under and I can’t help but wonder, if our grave was watered by the rain,” - His voice drummed along with the rhythm of nature. His eyes watered, as he flipped on his side.

He closed his eyes, feeling sleep’s touch pull him in. He let out one more tune, maybe a sign or something troubling him. Like his never-ending dreams.

Dream

Phillipa pulled on his man-bun, and he turned to look. “Hey!” He cried, rubbing his head. “That really hurt babe,” he whined. Philippa smirked.

"Don't you want to see your surprise, though?" She asked. Spencer smiled, rubbing his head.

"Go for it-" he was interrupted by the kiss, surprised at first but soon got into it. He put his fingers behind her head and went deeper in, soon letting go. She smiled at him.

"There it was Mahal." She said. Spencer was red in the face, but he smiled.

"Gracias, mi novia." He said, caressing her cheek. She took his hand smiled. The imagery twisted itself to become her mother's death.

"SPENCER-" it was Philippa who died this time.

Real world

"NO-" Spencer shot up in his bed and panted, sweating like there was no tomorrow. His eyes darted around to find he was face to face with his father at the doorway. His father looked worried.

"Spencer, are you alright?" Spencer broke down into tears. He flailed his arms, until they wrapped around his father.

“Plea...please don’t leave me! I...,” He sniffed, more tears falling. “No..! T-the others...P.. she died. I...don’t want to be alone....papa,”

”Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere and she isn’t dead. Nobody is. Son, I love you and I would never abandon you,”

Spencer wiped his eyes, and let go of his dad. “I’ll see you after school. Adìos, Papa,” He whispered, clutching a piece of his shirt. “But you don’t have- oooh!”

Winking he shuffles to the closet and pulls his leather jacket out; slipping it on and heading out the door. Grabbing his gym bag, he slammed the door closed and jogged to town. The sun rising in the east, painting a vast light pink, gold and neon orange in the distance.

He felt the cool air as his shoes slapped the pavement, making him smile. Oh, the Country Humans are going to be the most worthwhile group he’s been in for a long time. They were going to get their revenge, and hell it was going to get messy. Extremely messy, these kids weren’t going to be taunted and not strike back. He spotted Dominick and ran to him. "Dom!" Dominick perked up and ran over as well, clutching him tightly.

"Spencer! I was worried your dad wasn't going to let you come!" Dominick gasped. "They got you too!" Spencer nodded.

"I got mine yesterday. Spain. Which did you get?" He asked. Dominick sighed.

"Denmark. It's where I was born." The European said. Spencer smiled.

"You're in luck. There's a whole group of people like us. We meet the Janesvilles house every night at 8. We call ourselves the Country Humans. I'm second in command." Spencer puffed his chest out, making Dominick laughed.

"Awesome. I'll be there then." He smiled. They talked more about Dominick's problem until Spencer had to go home. As he made his way to his house, Spencer thought about the whole Country Humans thing. How long had it been going on? He shook the thought from his head and ran home, his sneakers squeaking; Almost drowning out the silence off the neighborhood. His heart beat quickened, I’ll check it out tomorrow, he thought. It was really bothering him.

#countryhumans #countryhumans america #countryhumans spain #countryhumans canada #countryhumans japan #countryhumans philippines #countryhumans australia #countryhumans new zealand #au

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jphbk1982 · 7 years

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See You Again Chapter 3

Kimberly gripped the doorknob to her bedroom door and turned it ever so gently. She heard the door give a small pop as it released and she cringed slightly. She took a moment and then pulled the door open at a snail's pace. She fully expected to see Jason sleeping soundly on the couch through the gap she had created. She did not see him however and she crinkled her brow in confusion. Kimberly pulled the door open wide enough to squeeze out and stopped when she saw a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see the silhouette of Jason doing pushups in the sunlight coming in through her living room window. She paused and watched him to see if he had heard her or was aware of her presence. If he was aware he gave no outward indication. Kimberly glanced down at the watch on her wrist to confirm it was actually the ungodly hour of five in the AM. She confirmed this and then stepped out into the room a little bit more. Her movement caused a slight pause in Jason's rhythm. He continued on and she cleared her throat slightly to announce her presence just in case he was not already aware. "You're up early." Jason said between breaths. "I was gonna to say the same for you." Kim replied as she watched him. She was very aware suddenly of the fact that he was shirtless and in the best shape she had ever seen him. She shook her head slightly and shifted her focus to his face. He glanced around at her and smiled. "The switch in time zones has got me out of whack.. thought I'd get in a little early exercise." Jason responded as he finally ceased his movement and sprung to his feet. "Gotcha... well... um.. I have training." Kim stated. "Coach insists on early morning starts." "Okay." Jason replied as he crossed his arms and faced her fully. "I was gonna leave you a note, I wasn't sure what time you'd be up." Kim stated as she held up her hand with the piece of paper in it. "Yeah.. for what it's worth, the couch wasn't half bad actually." Jason informed her as he walked a few steps closer to her. For some reason that Kim couldn't fathom, she felt her body tense up a little as he approached. It wasn't fear, it was something else. Something she had not expected and was now internally trying to understand. "That's good." Kim said, her words more softer than she had intended. "So.. what time do you usually get home?" Jason questioned. After a few moments without a response he tilted his head slightly at Kim. "Are you okay?" "Huh.. what.. yeah I'm fine." Kim responded, suddenly feeling flush with embarassment. Her body was not cooperating with herself at all this morning. "And I usually get home around three or so." "Okay cool." Jason responded. "I'm probably gonna do a little sight seeing today." "Cool." Kim replied as she tried to gather herself. She walked over to the cupboard and opened it to pull out a granola bar. "When you get hungry.. I don't have much, but anything in here is fair game." "Thanks." Jason responded. He walked over to the couch and picked up his tank top and slipped it on. "Is there a gym close by?" "Um.. yeah.. like a couple blocks over." Kim answered with a gesture in the direction it was located in. "You um.." "What?" Jason questioned as Kim seemed to have cut herself off. "I was just going to say, you look like you have been spending a lot of time in the gym lately." Kim said somewhat sheepishly. She still was not sure why she felt suddenly like she was speaking to someone she was on a date with and not her lifelong friend. "Oh.. ha.. thanks.. and yeah I guess I have been." Jason responded. Kim smiled when she saw the slightest hint of a shy smile and blush on his face. "Coping mechanism and all." "I remember." Kim replied as she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before she ripped open her granola bar. "So tonight... I was thinking we could order in and just talk.. or whatever you want." "Sounds good to me." Jason replied as made his way into the kitchen where Kim was. He gestured towards the fridge. "May I?" "Of course." Kim replied and she watched as he opened the door to retrieve himself a bottle of water. "I um.. I guess I should head out now, if I'm late I am gonna hear about it." "Okay.. well.. hope you have a great day." Jason replied. "And thanks again for letting me stay." "Don't mention it Jase.. I'm happy to have you." Kim responded with a dismissive wave. She started to make her way towards the door and was not prepared for Jason to envelope her in a hug. After the initial shock wore off though, she gladly reciprocated the gesture. After a few moments he let go and stepped back. She looked up to see him smiling. "Bye Kim." Jason said. "Bye Jase." Kim responded as she made her way towards the front door with a big smile on her face. (****) "Oh he totally did." Jason said with a chuckle before taking a bite of slice of pizza. He turned to Kim who was shaking her head and laughing next to him on the couch. "So he struck out with both a girl and her sister?" Kim asked for clarification. "Yes.. within minutes of each other." Jason responded. "Did he know they were sisters?" Kim questioned. "Nope." Jason replied. "Oh Zack.." Kim said before laughing once more. "So nothing has changed huh?" "I don't know.. I won't say that.. but sometimes Zack is still Zack." Jason replied as he finished his food and sat back on the couch. "What about Trini?" Kim asked. "Has it changed her much?" "Not really." Jason replied. "But you know Trini.. she was probably the most grounded out of any of us." "That's true." Kim agreed. "She mentioned that she had been a few dates.." "Yep.. but.." Jason paused. "What?" Kim asked. She watched as Jason raised his eyebrows at her as if imploring to her that she should know what he intented. "She you know.." Jason began." "She what?" Kim asked again. "All I will say is that I think she missed Billy more than anything... don't take that the wrong way." Jason stated. "Oh... Oooh.. I gotcha... I get it." Kim replied with a grin. "I told him she liked him, but he told me I was crazy." "You are not crazy." Jason remarked with a grin to match hers. "Who knows if she'd ever act on it.. but it's there." "Yeah.. I guess.. maybe she's afraid too.. being friends and all." Kim surmised. She watched as Jason seemed to be studying her. His curious demeanor from the day before returned once more. "Yeah." Jason said before he averted his eyes down to the coffee table in front of them. "I suppose that can complicate things." "I don't know.. I guess it could, but if you really like someone you should act on it.. that's what I tell myself anyway." Kim rebutted. "Really?" Jason asked as he turned back to Kim. "Sure.. you might miss out on something great if you don't." Kim replied as she suddenly felt the weight of Jason's gaze. The way she was reacting to Jason and his demeanor continued to be something completely foreign to her and she knew she'd need to eventually address it. "That's true." Jason responded. There were a few minutes of silence between them before Kim spoke. "I mailed that letter today." Kim said as she darted her eyes over to Jason to see his reaction. "To Tommy?" Jason asked. "Yes." Kim answered. "Oh.." Jason responded. "Um.. I'm not sure what to say." "You don't have to say anything." Kim informed him as she sat back and crossed her legs underneath her on the couch. "I mean.. I love you both.. I want you both to be happy." Jason explained. "So if this will make you happy, then I'm happy for you." "It's for the best." Kim replied. She let out small laugh. Jason gave her a quizzical look in response. "What?" Jason questioned. "I told him.. I told him there was another guy." Kim confessed. She looked at Jason out of the corner of her eyes with an unsure expression. "There is?" Jason inquired with a bit of shock. "No.. no.. I mean.. no." Kim replied. "I just added that this morning." "Why?" Jason asked. "I don't know.. I thought it might make the split easier.." Kim replied. "Maybe it was a stupid thing to do." "I don't think I can answer that.. but I get it." Jason told her. He shifted in his seat. "What made you think of that if there isn't another guy though?" "I don't know.. just.. this morning I finished the letter and it just kind of slipped in there." Kim confessed truthfully. "Maybe it just sounded better than to say that... I.. well that the feelings weren't there anymore." "I... maybe." Jason replied. "Sorry that it didn't work out." "Everything happens for a reason I guess." Kim stated as she got up and retrieved her plate from the coffee table in front of them. She moved it the kitchen and placed it in the sink. She turned to Jason and saw he seemed to be deep in thought about something. She made her way back to the couch and sat down. She noted that her actions had barely seemed to register with him. "What you thinking about?" "Huh.. oh.. not much." Jason responded. "Seemed like it was something." Kim said with a smile. "Guess I was just thinking about how good it feels back to be on this side of the globe again." Jason stated. "Being here with you.. it's nice." "Well.. I'm glad you are here too." Kim said as she reached over and placed her hand on his arm. "I keep thinking though.." Jason continued. "When I get to Angel Grove.. it's going to be strange." "Why?" Kim questioned. "Being there.. but not being a Ranger." Jason answered. "Oh.. yeah.. I guess I never thought of that, but yeah it will be weird to go back someday." Kim agreed. "So you think you will go back after?" Jason asked. "Of course.. it's home.." Kim answered. "Yeah it is." Jason concured. "But now you got me thinking about how weird it will be." Kim stated. "Sorry... I keep thinking about it." Jason replied. "It's okay.. I guess we both just kind of left the powers and then left immediately..." Kim surmised. "Being in that town, with Power Rangers there as well... will be kind of surreal." "Kind of.." Jason agreed. "I'm.. I think it will bother me at first." "Really?" Kim questioned. "Yes.. I mean.. being a Ranger.. I'm not going to lie, I loved it." Jason stated. "Yeah.. I did too." Kim reacted. "Would you go back to being a Ranger if it were possible." "Yeah.. I think I would." Jason answered. "Maybe I should move on from it.. but there is a part of me.. I can't explain it, I just know that if Zordon or the team needed me.." "You'd be there." Kim finished for him. Jason nodded in response. "I probably would too." "Well maybe someday we'll be fighting side by side again." Jason stated with a grin. "There are worse things a girl can do with her time." Kim joked with a laugh. Jason chuckled as well. "How was it..... being a Ranger after we left?" Jason asked. "It was weird at first... like really weird." Kim informed him. "Rocky is the sweetest, but he wasn't the leader and he wasn't...... you." "I... He seemed like he was a good guy." Jason replied. "Great guy.. but I think we all got used to following you into battle and it took some getting used to following Tommy." Kim said. "But Tommy.. he.. he's great, I had full confidence in him." Jason stated. "We all did, but it still wasn't the same." Kim said. "I could even see it in him.. the three of you not being there and you not being there especially.. at first he was unsure of himself." "That's hard to believe.." Jason stated. "Tommy was just as capable as me." "Maybe as a Ranger, but leading a team... I mean I never led, but I just feel like it's two different things." Kim said. "I guess it would be." Jason agreed. "Eventually though, he got used to it and we all did and the new three settled in and well.. Angel Grove is still standing." Kim stated with a laugh. "It is." Jason agreed with a smile. "I would see footage of some of the battles over there." "How did we look?" Kim asked. "Great." Jason replied. "Good.. but yeah I.. we missed you guys." Kim said. "Same." Jason responded. "Can I confess something?" "Sure." Kim answered. "I um... I'm kind of glad I wasn't there when you left." Jason told her. "Why?" Kim asked with a furrowed brow. "I don't know.. I.." Jason searched for the right response. "It would be hard losing one of you guys." "Oh.." Kim nodded in understanding. "Hey.. I didn't like seeing you three go either." "I know... the night before.. when you came to see me.. I never told you..." Jason paused. "Your visit nearly caused me to back out of leaving altogether." "Really?" Kim inquired. "Why?" "It just made it too real." Jason replied. "I suppose I hadn't faced leaving the way seeing you that night made me face it." "Jason.." Kim said, something about his words touched her. She reached out and placed her hand on his forearm. "I didn't mean to make you doubt your decision." "It's okay... I mean I left, but just wanted you to know that I guess." Jason responded. He reached over and placed his hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Okay.. I guess I should confess something too." Kim said as she took a deep breath. "I regretted not being chosen to go to the conference with you guys." "For real?" Jason asked. "Yeah.. for real.. as much as I loved being a Ranger.. I thought it'd be easier to leave with you guys then to be left behind." Kim told him. "Wow.. I did not know you felt that way." Jason replied. "Yeah.. I mean I know it would have sucked either way to be split up.. but.. and gosh I can't believe I'm going to say this.. but I felt like being where you were would have made it easier." Kim stated. "Jase... everything about being a Ranger.. sometimes it was too much.. and I think we all felt that way except you." "I..." Jason started to reply but wasn't sure what to say. "You made things seem okay." Kim said. "You had a way of easing fears and doubts... I don't know if Zordon sensed that in you or what, but I don't think it was a coincidence that he made you leader." "Kim.. I mean.. I was.. I got scared sometimes too." Jason confessed. "I'm sure you did, but you hardly ever showed it.. you're confidence in the team is what kept me going sometimes." Kim stated. "For what it's worth, the support of you guys is what gave me that confidence... so it went both ways." Jason said. "Good.. I'm glad we could do that for you, cause you.." Kim paused. "Well.. it was never hard to follow you into battle." "Thanks Kim." Jason said with a genuine appreciativeness. "I've really missed you." Kim didn't respond verbally, instead she scooted closer to Jason and leaned onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and held her. (****) Kim opened her eyes and focused them. She recognized immediately that she was lying underneath her bedroom ceiling. She turned to see she was tucked into bed. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand to see it was well past midnight. She was now trying to piece together how she had gotten into this state as the last thing she remembered was sitting on the couch with Jason. Kimberly smiled as she recalled the way they just sat holding each other for what seemed like forever. She did not want to let go and he didn't seem like he wanted to either. Something about being around Jason again was making her happier that she could have pictured. Kim surmised that maybe she had fallen asleep on the couch with him. Kim pulled back her covers and put her feet on the floor. She attempted to peer through the crack in her bedroom door to see if she could see any sign of Jason. It was dark and there did not seem to be any movement so she got up and made her way over to the door to pull it open a bit more. It was then through the dim light coming in through her window that she saw Jason was lying on the couch. He had a blanket pulled up halfway over him and he appeared to be asleep. "Did I wake you?" Jason asked, startling Kim as she had just started to turn to go back into her room. She turned to him. "No.. I.. uh.. thought you were asleep." Kim replied. "I was.. but I just woke up." Jason said. "Oh... same.. I think.. I'm sorry if I fell asleep on you." Kim commented as she leaned against her doorframe. Jason sat up slightly and shifted his weight to his elbow. "It's fine.. I didn't mind." Jason responded with a smile. Kim couldn't help but to take note of how cute he looked with his slightly ruffled hair and not fully awake eyes. She internally considered why she kept noticing this things. "Thanks for tucking me in." Kim said. "No problem." Jason responded. "Sorry we didn't get to finish talking." Kim stated. "I'm free tomorrow night." Jason replied. "Same." Kim said. "It's a date then." Jason said. Kim studied his expression for a moment. She felt her stomach leap when he said the word "date" and she had to see if he had any reaction to it. His only reaction was to smile and Kim felt that maybe she was reading too much into that. In fact she wasn't even sure what she was reading at this point. "It's a date... goodnight Jason." Kim said. It occured to her she was smiling, but she honestly did not remember this being a conscious decision. "Goodnight." Jason said before lowering himself back onto his pillow. Kim watched him for a moment before she stepped back into her bedroom and pushed the door to. Her mind was racing as she leaned up against the door. "You got to get yourself together Kimberly." She shook her head and yawned before making her way over to her bed.

#jimberly #jason x kimberly #jason scott #kimberly hart #fanfic

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imagineshiratorizawa · 7 years

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OHOHOHO THEN hcs for childhood rivals (is that a thing? children can have weird rivalries.... they fight over crayons....) to best friends to lovers trope for kawanishi and semi?

Taichi Kawanishi

ღIt all started when they were little. Their mom were friends and wanted their kids to be friends as well

ღA mistake because you were too loud for his tastes and he started ignoring you. That didn’t suit you well

ღYou fuking punched him and you started to fight, your moms had to come and separate you both lmao

ღAfter that well you both weren’t on good terms with each other

ღYou just couldn’t let it go and neither could him apparently

ღYou always, always had to fight aka one fight per year

ღAlso because you were always one-upping his scores and looking at him with a haughty look, (absolutely shameful)

ღAfter you graduated from middle school the fights cooled down a bit, honestly gave your mom a breather because you always came home with some sort of bruise on you courtesy of taichi (and taichi as well) and after the fights started lessening, your bruises did too

ღOn your last year of being middle schoolers you got paired up for a project (im just a walking cliche aren’t i?) and he dared you that you couldn’t get into shiratori because of that really fucking difficult exam

ღYou agreed to take it, if only to shut his mouth up (it wasn’t even your first school of choice you wanted to go to seijoh) (s/o wanted to be a seijoh whore)

ღYou both went on the same day to take the exam, glaring at each other thru it, it was a wonder how you both managed to complete it

ღThe next day taichi had volley tryouts and told you some kind of passive-agressive stuff like “sucks for you that you don’t get a chance to get in on a sports scholarship” idk maybe taichi thinks you won’t get in on grades and also doesn’t have the same chance to get in thru sports

ღ Anyway he told ya he thought he did good and to wait until next week for the scores and letters

ღWhen next week came you trotted up to taichi with a grin, practically shoving the paper down his throat as you showed him the score. You had passed and it was almost close to a perfect score

ღTaichi was shocked (not that he’d tell you) and showed you his score, which quite high, but did not come near yours

ღYou then asked about the tryouts and he told you he was accepted, which was a relief because his mother had been bugging him about it

ღYou congratulated him and told him “we should have a fight on our first year there hm? Just like old times where i would beat your ass~~”

ღSavage reader-chan

ღHe was shocked because he thought you wanted to go to seijoh but you shrugged and shook your head; “nah i wanna at least see what school shira is. If i don’t like it i could always change schools”

ღafter that you made changes and started to treat each other amicably and you couldve called yourselves friends

ღthey did indeed fight on the first day there and that like cemented it lmao

ღYou still kept teasing him and beating his own scores (you both were in advanced classes)

ღOn your second year the teasing toned down a bit, and you spent more time with him, going to all of his practices, games and away games too when you could.

ღHe had come to care for you and what better way to ask you to be his than on the last tournament of the year, the Interhigh spring high or interhigh lol i dont remember either thanks anyway i’ll use that then~~

ღYou were already up with the school but taichi texted you to meet him before the first game started. You did and met him outside in the hall.

ღHe gave you his jacket, before asking you out. There was a slight waver to his voice from the nervousness

ღYou were shocked and couldnt believe, after everything but you accepted with a cocky smirk, pulling him down for a smooch

Semi Eita

ღYou did not get off to a great start with semi

ღYou may have stolen a ball he was playing with and refused to give it back

ღYour first fight ever and it was versus a guy for a freakin’ ball

ღFrom then on you fuckers tried to fight each other everytime you saw each other

ღYou were always trying something to rile him up, always teasing him with a grin

ღYou were driving him crazy and not in a good way

ღThis continued up to highschool

ღWas he practicing volleyball? Gotta have a snide comment thrown his way every now and then. His unfashionable clothes? Another comment too

ღAnd then satori had to give you material to tease him more honestly

ღHonestly each time you walked into a room and he was there it was a pissing contest and a huge amount unresolved (sexual-) tension

ღIn your second year you stumbled upon semi angrily serving a ball into the court, just it missed by a lot and almost took your head off if you hadn’t moved in the nick of time

ღHe looked at you, looked right thru you really and his eyes were red and he was breathing heavy, mumbling a rough sorry as he went to pick another ball to serve

ღYou whistled at him, positioning yourself on the other court to attempt to receive his serves

ღHe nodded, serving just as hard as before

ღThe first serve you couldn’t properly receive, cursing at the sting but looking at him to do it again

ღThe afternoon was passed away in a flurry of volleyballs, curses and feet running on the court

ღAfter he ran out of balls he walked up to you, panting and stretching his shoulders out. You rubbed the sting off your arms, plopping down on the floor. He sat in front of you, hunched over

ღ“What happened semi? I’ve never seen you so pissed off, and thats something because that’s my job” “you know shirabu?” “the new kid on the team? Yeah what about him?” “He’s taking my spot… on the team.” “WHAT? But semi-sem-” “-dont call me that-” “you’re better than him!!” “I know… thanks y/n. You helped… alot.” “even if i’m your sexy rival~?” “I’ll disagree on the sexy part.” “Rude! I’m sexy and you know it~!” “Maybe you’re not so bad after all y/n.” “could say the same of you eita.”

ღAfter that there was less teasing coming from you and you soon both became friends

ღ“Semi-semi~” “don’t” “pick me up” “Why should I?” “Why shouldnt you?” “..fine” “yay~” “happy now?” “oooh~ the great semi-semi is picking me up with his strong manly arms~” swoon

ღOf course being friends didnt stop you making things a contest every single time

ღYou passed more time with him, satori, the team and other classmates were asking if you were dating

ღY/n looked into the Camera like in the office

ღ“Satori pls” “i mean you’ve been spending so much time with him~” “cut it we’ve been rivals since we were little” “true”

ღAnyway it wasn’t until your third year that you were like “yeah. I like Semi-Semi. Unfortunately.”

ღIt was on the spring tournament, before the first game that he pulled aside when you gave him the good luck charm. He took your face in his hands and drew you in for a deep kiss, leaving you breathless. (There was faint shouting in the background courtesy of the third years yelling “get it Semi-Semi/eita”)

ღHe moved back, embarrassed, but he tightly held one of your hands, a bashful smile tugging at his lips.

ღ“didn’t know you had it in you Semi-Semi” “s-shut up /////” “I’ll be cheering you on when you serve eita~!” “Thanks… babe.” “:3c” “what’s with that face?” “Nothing~”

ღEvery time it was his turn to switch in for the serves he looked up at you, waving and mouthing ‘good luck’

ღWhen Shiratorizawa Lost against kara you stood stunned and quietly slipped out of the bleachers To go stand near the exit.

ღSemi was one of the last to leave, spying you and lagging behind the others.

ღHe quickly took you in his arms, angry and frustrated, just like that day in your second year. You just held him saying nothing.

ღAfter a while hayato came looking for him since they had to leave, seeing both of you wrapped up.

ღ“You played great semi, and those service aces were spectacular.” “but we still couldn’t win” “but a team is of six people eita, you only couldn’t bring the team to victory and you know it.” “I know… you always know what to say” “I’ve known you my whole life eita of course I know.”

ღHe walked away, catching semi’s eyes and motion towards the bus.

ღEita nuzzled into your neck, pulling away and planting a smooch “after we get to school, get to the gym and wait outside. I’ll come get you because we have punishment to do” “what punishment?” “100 serves” “yikes” “yeah” “this is because of wakatoshi isn’t it?” “Yup” “whatever, I’ll be there, like always”

ღWhen he came and got you, he made you sit a little ways behind him on the serve line, with a lot of water bottles, his phone and jacket (which you wore.)

ღHe started, along with the others, to do the punishment, looking back at you every couple of serves.

ღWhen he was around the 50 mark he stopped and sat next to you, taking one of the bottles you offered and drinking from it.

ღYou moved and put your head on his shoulder, your hand squeezing his other hand.

#haikyuu!!#kawanishi taichi #semi eita #hcs #sfw #admin koru #with help of my beta reader!

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wellpersonsblog · 5 years

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#NeighborhoodWorkoutGroup

Yesterday was a quieter group, or quieter as a whole, anyway. There’s a difference, and I’ve noticed that when it gets to be too much of a difference, the group starts to change. State of health shows up all kinds of ways, including (and maybe especially) community dynamics.

It helps to pay attention, as with every other thing. Same questions, same answers.

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Those of us who do work relating to fitness talked more about what we like about B-stance, or kickstand lifts, if you missed that Tuesday. Generally speaking, that combination of challenge + security takes the elation cake. (As does the extra muscle you build.) Also, it was fun seeing your kickstand squats on the socials!

Oooh, and I forgot to mention kickstand swings! Let’s do those soon, too. (After deadlifts.) <3

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It was Emily’s first day, but we know each other from various intersecting points and times of life: rugby, gyms, and other shared connections (hi, Erica Smith! <–hugely recommend following for sex ed, lols, and beyond). We talked about how interesting and common it is for exactly what you need to appear (or appear again) exactly when you need it.

Whether you knew you needed it or not.

If you’re paying attention.

In this case, she was talking about Cardigan Mark’s presence in her life again via his Sunday newsletter, “The Neighborhood.” His wisdom and the healthful way he fosters community (or neighborhood) among people and even among all the people that you are, provided, again, she said, a sense of grounding.

For me, he always has, too, and I know several people started distance coaching with him last week. Oftentimes, he asks his questions via movement. Julie (of Muscles to the Masses and Team Unapologetically Strong!), who is working with him, wrote about the emotions that keep coming up for her during certain movements or workouts. He’s serious about being ready to be ruthless about living (or at least lifting) your most honest life. That’s what it looks like sometimes.

We can do that for ourselves, of course. Ask and explore, yourself.

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One-and-a-Half Squats, Or Whatever

Phil said the name of the One-and-a-Half Squat (1.5 Squats) was inaccurate and made a bid for the exercise being called double squats because you’re doing double the work.

We talked about his reasoning, sorted through it some more, and eventually he said actually oops you were right, one-and-a-half is accurate because a squat is down all the way and up all the way and this micro squat-within-a-squat does not equal a double squat, only half of one.

I’ve been giving this some more attention today, and I think that if you really wanted to, you could make a case for them being double squats in a couple ways:

1) If you calculate the increase of the feeling UGH THIS IS HARD that the partial rep in the middle adds (i.e., the suckitude), that’s about double, I would say.

Simply put, it’s a longer rep, and more time under tension builds more strength. And, depending how you perform the rep, it can take approximately twice as long.

2) A squat doesn’t necessarily have to be all the way down and all the way up. A qualifier of some type (of equipment, at least) is required regardless of squat type. So, technically speaking, you are performing two squats.

Still, you get into a pickle immediately once you go looking for precision.

What type of squats are we doing?

One of the reps in a One-and-a-Half Squat is easy enough to account for: No one will argue with all the way down (for you) and all the way back up equaling a squat. (Oh, who am I kidding, people love to argue about squat depth, too, but you get my point. Generally, we can agree on that rep from the outset.)

But what about that second squat, which isn’t just a partial rep but also originates from the bottom position?

A squat that originates from the bottom is called an Anderson Squat.

But…this isn’t really an Anderson Squat, or even an Anderson Quarter Squat or an Anderson Half Squat, because Anderson Squats start from still, and ideally, you settle between reps.

With them, you’re intentionally not training what’s called the stretch-pause reflex: that rubber-band-like workings of muscles that create a rebound effect at the bottom of a lift and spring you back upward. Anderson Squats build sheer strength because you remove that spring-back effect. In the One-and-a-Half Squat, you arrive still moving, so it’s automatically not Anderson.

There are good reasons for training your muscles to spring sometimes, by the way: namely, more power and athleticism.

And good reasons not to, too: If you’re hypermobile, or extra flexy-bendy, it will likely very often be more beneficial for you to go sloooow and steady and build maximum control.

So, how hot you come in is a matter of choice and the goal, your body, background, and futurescape: Are you working on changing directions rapidly? Or are you going for more of an Anderson vibe, where you’re more focused on muscle strength and noting areas of the lift that feel less strong right now?

Lastly, the actual, literal fraction of the distance you cover during this mini-micro-squat-within-a-squat depends on how far you want to go: Are you trying to practice powering through your usual sticking point, and then having to do that again right away? Fun! Rise a little higher. Or, are you working the lower portion of the lift and strengthening the range that creates that sticking point to begin with? A different kind of fun. Try that, too.

Anyway, I’m going back to calling this Squat With Pulse.

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I like the word “gams.”

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And appreciate precision.

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Julie and I have been talking a lot about windmills lately.

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Travis did his first double windmill, and it was glorious.

“Whoa,” he said afterward. “Intense.”

“Feels like they twist you right open, don’t they?” (They do. This is a compliment.)

“Yes.”

When it comes to windmills, double is definitely not where I’d start. I’d start at the bottom, rather.

As you will in this workout. Onto it…

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The Pacer

Set your timer to a 30:15 work-to-rest ratio. This applies to both circuits.

During this workout, you’re not holding back so much as you’re strategizing exactly how you will make it through all 30 seconds of work with crispy clear form, then be able to do it again after so little rest. All I can say is pick your weights carefully, and make adjustments (heavier or lighter) if need be.

We did three rounds of each, and rested to completion between circuits.

//Strength endurance is the name of today’s game, and the body-vibe is that of those squats with a pulse, and also my description of squats with a pulse above: a little…long, you know? But get into it, hunker down, find a way through. There is satisfaction in enduring, too.//

Circuit 1:

Kettlebell Goblet Kickstand Squat (With or Without Rotation)

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, a kettlebell on the floor between the balls of your feet.

Keeping your chest up, push your butt backward and bend your knees just far enough that you can secure a sturdy grip on the handle.

Stand quickly and, using the power of your hips, legs and butt, launch the kettlebell straight up as if it’s in an elevator rocketing upward — the kettlebell should feel weightless. (This means you really need to make it pop with your legs!)

Use your arms to keep it close to your body as it floats up.

When it reaches about chest height, slide your hands down around the handle and snap your elbows around the kettlebell to catch and cradle its weight to your chest, potentially using forearm support as well.

Stagger your feet so that they are approximately hip-width distance apart, back foot positioned comfortably behind you, back toes potentially angled outward slightly. (Whichever angle you choose, make sure the knee tracks in the same direction as the toes.)

Shift your weight into your front foot, bending the other knee slightly. This is your starting position.

Maintaining a mostly upright torso, initiate the movement at the hips and knees simultaneously and sink your hips downward as far you are comfortably able without letting your back round.

Keeping your knees tracking in line with the toes of each foot, press through your whole front foot and reverse the movement to stand up. Repeat.

If you wish to add even more of a thoracic mobility component to this lift, turn through your ribcage toward your front leg. Don’t force range of motion — simply turn slowly, under control as you descend.

Kettlebell Plank Row (video demo on my IG)

Assume a straight-armed plank position with one hand elevated on a bench, kettlebell in your other hand.

Without shifting your hips or body position, row the kettlebell up and back toward your rib cage, keeping your elbow no more than 30 degrees away from your body.

Lower the weight back to the ground, then repeat with the opposite arm. Keep your midsection braced and glutes squeezed. If you need more stability, widen the distance between your feet.

Bodyweight Tent Pushup

Start facing the floor in a straight-arm plank position with your body elevated between your hands and toes.

Line your hands up directly under your shoulders, just wider than your ribcage.

Hinge your hips back and up into air while dropping your head through your arms.

While holding this “tented” position, lower your head toward the floor as far as you can control, angling your elbows out to no more than 45 degrees.

Repeat for the desired number of repetitions while holding this hinged-hip position.

Circuit 2: Kettlebell Goblet Squat With Pulse

Stand holding a kettlebell at your chest by the outer handles (the horns), and support some of its weight with your forearms and chest.

Initiate the squat by pushing your butt backward and bending your knees.

Keeping your torso upright and your knees in line with your toes, lower yourself as far as you are comfortably able. (If it’s not very far, adjust your foot position and try turning your toes slightly outward, but don’t force anything.)

From the bottom position, return approximately one-third to one-half of the way back up to the standing position.

Again lower your hips back down as far as you are comfortably able.

Once you reach the bottom position for a second time, return completely to the starting position and repeat.

Kettlebell Unilateral Farmer Carry

Stand to one side of a single kettlebell, feet close together.

Keeping your chest up, push your butt backward and bend your legs until you can grasp the kettlebell handle.

Staying square, spine neutral, stand up with the weight.

Walk forward in a straight line. Avoid rocking from side to side by exaggerating a heel-to-toe walk so your shoulders stay level the entire distance. (Make the kettlebell look light, even if it doesn’t.)

When you run out of space to walk, avoid rotating and turning around while holding the kettlebell. Instead, simply lower the weight down, let go, turn around, and suitcase deadlift the kettlebell back up to your side to make your return trip. Complete the desired distance and repeat on the other side.

Kettlebell Bottom-Loaded Windmill

Start by deadlifting a single kettlebell with one hand so that it hangs down in front of you. Turn your palm so that it faces forward. The other hand will remain unloaded until you switch sides.

Turn both feet so that they are pointing toward the hand holding the kettlebell. If the kettlebell is in your left hand, your right foot should be at about 30 degrees, while your left foot should be about 30 to 45 degrees, depending on comfort.

Raise your unloaded arm to an overhead position. Look up at your empty hand. Keep looking at it throughout the entire working set.

With the vast majority of your weight in your right leg (about 90 percent), push your hips back and away, tracking in line with your right foot. Keep your right leg and right arm straight, with your right hand pointed toward the sky.

As you continue to hinge backward with your hips, keep your left (loaded) arm in close with the inside of your left leg, reaching toward the floor. Depending on your hip mobility, you may be able to descend only slightly; or, conversely, the kettlebell may touch the floor.

Reverse the movement and return to an upright position. Repeat.

Here’s to hoping that a little too long is just right for you today.

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