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arhvste

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

#hay 🤣🤣🤣🤣☺️☺️

arhvste

“your breath stinks.” you joked pulling yourself away from your boyfriend. “liar.” atsumu whined, leaning back in towards you, body crawling on top of yours forcing your back into the soft mattress, crisp white sheets crinkling under the movement.

if you had to use three words to describe mornings with atsumu, you’d opt to use ‘intimate’, ‘needy’ and ‘slow’. your boyfriend was clingiest in the mornings, he would insist it was due to missing you in his sleep, but you knew it was most likely him feeling bad for unintentionally neglecting you during the day due to his hectic schedule. you didn’t mind though. you knew what baggage came with dating a high in demand pro athlete and you were more than willing to put up with it, especially when your high in demand pro athlete was as caring as atsumu.

the pads of his fingers ran up and down your back under the large jersey you had ‘borrowed’ off of him to sleep in as he sighed in content. he’d never admit it out loud, but seeing you like this was definitely one of his favourite sights. the unkemptness of your hair, the way the morning sun cast a warm light over your skin, the tenderness in your eyes whenever his gaze caught yours.

miya atsumu was undeniably in love and wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world.

nose touching yours, atsumu’s eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips onto yours, heart warming at the contact. moving one hand securely against your back while the other slide down to your waist, he pressed down closer to you, humming in content as your lips moved in sync with his own.

kissing you was something he’d never get tired of. whether it was a quick peck on the cheek or a full blown make out, your boyfriend was hooked on the feeling and it was something he had quickly grown addicted to since dating you. not that you’d complain of course, he always knew what you wanted and would treat you with the upmost care.

your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your hair invading your space, it was already tousled, but being held down against the bed and having the setter in your face certainly didn’t make it any better. pulling away, atsumu stared down at you, lose strands blocking a clear view of your pretty face.

“sorry.” he sheepishly laughed, fingers brushing the strands away gently. cupping one side of your cheek, his thumb brushed away the last few strands in the way as he stared down lovingly at you. eyes brimming with nothing but pure adoration, an infectious smile broke out onto the setters face. “i’ve ruined the moment haven’t i?” he half groaned, offering a boyish grin.

you laughed with him, soft smile breaking out onto your face as you reached up towards his face to pull him back down closer to you. “we can always try again.” your hand slid down to the base of his neck, thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of it as his hot breath fanned against your lips once more.

atsumu would try as many times as it took to satisfy you, to give you as many affectionate moments with him as you wanted him to. you deserved that much at the very least, yet whenever he found himself staring into your kind eyes, he wanted nothing more than to give you the moon and each star in the sky. he was completely wrapped around your finger, and he didn’t mind one bit.

#atsumu piece are u amazed?#i’ll never write for him again now #at least not for a v long time

i dislike this blog 😞😞😞 i’m logging off again gbye kaeyasaki

#this is an ugly url too why did none of u tell me 😭🙏🏼#okay let’s all pray i get kurooskult back

I should have received that email I have 14 urls tumblr I’m coming for you 👹

LOL </3 i literally use these blogs too so it’s so annoying 👹

#i’m not deleting them idc what tumblr say 🙏🏼#they’re mine 🙁🙁

i’ve been logged out kurooskult crying face

#SO ANNOYING #tumblr r ignoring my emails too 🤕🤕🤕

arhvste

ʚĭɞ ‘FINISH THE HEART’ TREND PT.2

ᝰ yes the trend is dead now but i don’t care, the people wanted a part two so they get part two (characters may be ooc as i only write for kuroo these days so i haven’t revised anyone else’s personality) | part one

ɞ feat: suna, osamu, iwaizumi + akaashi

ღ suna rintarō

ღ miya osamu

ღ iwaizumi hajime

ღ akaashi keiji

✿ CONTENT BELONGS TO KUROOSKULT ON TUMBLR, DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, COPY OR CHANGE ON ANY PLATFORM

#like 5 months late but whtvr

arhvste

“is kenma honestly letting you braid his hair for matches?” you raised an eyebrow in disbelief as your boyfriend patted the space between his legs for you to sit.

“yes, his hairs been getting a little too long lately and he’s fussy about who cuts it so we have to compromise.” kuroo hummed as you crawled onto the bed, back pressed into his chest. he leant back slightly allowing him enough space to work with your hair that you’d so kindly offered for him to practice on.

“and kenma can’t braid his own hair?” you questioned, eyes fluttering shut upon kuroo’s fingers gently running through your hair. “not well enough.” the blocker replied, hands tugging at your hair as gently as possible.

moments passed with nothing but the quiet “aha” and “oh”s from kuroo as he figured out the basics of braiding. honestly you didn’t mind your boyfriend practicing on your hair, he was gentle and careful not to hurt you in the process and you could appreciate that. in all honestly, it was relaxing. the feeling of his long fingers weaving through your hair had you fighting the urge to just lean back and fall asleep.

it had taken kuroo half an hour to finish the single plait in your hair leaving you half asleep but somewhat proud of him as he admired his work, smug smile gracing his face.

“not half bad.” you praised, pulling your hair to the front so you could take a look for yourself. it was obvious he had tried bless him, but it was good enough especially for a first timer.

kuroo grinned pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “maybe hairdressing is my calling.” he joked resulting in an eye roll from you.

“stick to volleyball and your other academics i think.”

kuroo scoffed playfully, hands moving to your waist to pull you into his lap properly. you felt the soft beating of his heart on your back as his arms secured themselves tightly around your sides keeping you in place while his head rested in the crook of your neck. “you must be tired after all that hard work.” you mocked, head tilting to the side to allow him more access to rest into your neck. “you have no idea.”

you stayed like that for the next ten minutes. the soft sounds of your breathing intertwined together as his fingers laced around your own. the world was at peace whenever you were in his arms which you found to be a common occurrence.

unfortunately, the sound of kuroo’s phone alerting a text broke the comfortable silence and position the two of you were in, as kuroo broke away from you slightly to grab his phone. eyes squinting at the screen, you watched as a small frown etched onto your boyfriends face.

“what’s up?” you hummed, peering over to his phone before he turn the screen towards you. there you saw a clearly reluctantly posed kenma with his signature shoulder length hair with the message ‘got my hair cut. you don’t have an excuse to knot and ruin it now’ below the image.

a small laugh left your throat as kuroo groaned in what seemed to be a mix of embarrassment and tiredness. “his hair could’ve been saved by me.” he sighed, dropping his phone beside him as his hands found home around your waist once again. glancing up to face him you tutted. “you can’t talk about saving anyone’s hair while yours looks like that.” kuroo pinched your sides lightly as you snickered. “maybe i should just keep practicing on yours then.”

you smiled and leant back into his chest, his warmth welcoming your embrace once more. “i wouldn’t be against that.”

#sorry had to repost cause tags r not my friends

new carrd btw

#yah

arhvste

“tired yet?” you jumped at the feeling of hot breath against your ear. “stop that!” you groaned as kuroo laughed, waving your scolding off as if it were nothing.

“sorry pretty, i can’t help it! you’re just so fun to annoy.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but admire the boyish grin wiped across your boyfriends face. “you can help it and you will for the rest of the night, got it?” you playfully scolded, finger gently jabbing kuroo’s chest with every word as he laughed.

grabbing your hands and pulling you away from the small crowd of family members you had been chatting with prior to his interruption, kuroo’s eyes twinkled in utter admiration and amusement as he took in your appearance once more.

of course, attending his sisters wedding meant you were obviously going to dress up a little more than usual, but looking like this? kuroo wished weddings within his family occurred more often if it meant you were going to stun him with looks like the one you had pulled out tonight. you were beautiful to him regardless, but the sheer look of joy whilst talking to his family and radiant smile adorning your face for the entire ceremony, kuroo could’ve sworn he’d fallen three times as hard for you all over again.

pulling you to a more discreet area of the floor, your boyfriends hands dropped to your waist as he began swaying you gently, gentle grip pulling you just close enough for your chests to be almost touching.

other people were dancing along excitedly to the loud music playing throughout the venue, as kuroo leaned in close enough for his voice to reach your ears. “been a long night huh?” his thumbs circling the sides of your waist as you smiled back at him.

“it’s been a fun one though, i love spending time with your family.”

pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head, kuroo sighed happily. “they adore you, you know that?”

face heating up you looked up at the man you were so ridiculously in love with. “i’m glad they do… because i hope to spend a lot more time with them in the future.”

kuroo’s heart hammered against his chest at your words. he truly had never felt so strongly about about anyone before yet he was glad he felt this way about you. he liked to consider himself an ‘in-the-moment’ type of guy. never thinking too far ahead of the future and taking each day as it comes. one thing he was certain about though, was his future with you. he knew he wanted you for as long as you’d stick around and your words brought immense levels of both security and comfort to him and for that he was grateful.

unable to contain his happiness, kuroo smiled that boyish grin you had etched into your head and gave your side a quick squeeze. pulling one hand off your waist, he took one of your hands off his shoulder and held it before twirling you around.

you laughed as your boyfriend pulled you along to music, pulling you in and out, spinning you around. unbeknownst to the two of you, multiple pairs of eyes had wandered over to the pair of you including both kuroo’s sister and her now-husband.

“he’ll be next.” his sister commented, soft smile on her face as kuroo’s grandmother nodded. “i hope so.”

“how is it they look more in love than we do and it’s our wedding?” kuroo’s new brother-in-law joked as the others laughed. “just wait until their wedding. he’ll be ten times worse then.” his father joked back, soft eyes looking your way.

he had never explicitly thanked you, but kuroo’s father was particularly fond of you for taking care of his son. not only that, but introducing kuroo feelings his father feared would be foreign to his son especially after growing up without witnessing his parents relationship as an example. to his father, you were an angel and he couldn’t be more thrilled to have you join their family officially someday soon.

“let’s just hope he gets down on one knee soon.”