—kuroo hoe

•no character x character! •

[kuroast]

Just saw your post! ❤️❤️❤️ Welcome back! ❤️

Thank you, my friend!

[kuroast]

could i get a kuroo x fem reader in their last year and they liked each other from the beginning but were “just friends” and she thinks he doesnt like her but confesses and they get a happy ending? i realy need one, i lost mine

i’m so sorry to hear that, and trust me i’ve been there and ofc it’s going to hurt but you’ll fall again and hopefully it’ll be requited 😘💕 stay strong! i’m here if you need to talk~

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You twirled the alcoholic drink in your glass as you absentmindedly watched how the moon reflected upon it. In all fairness, while the fact that this field trip was the last one you were going to have with the volleyball team, a part of you was still shaken up after suspecting Kuroo fell for another. He didn’t admit to it himself, but doubt inflicts more damage than certainty ever could.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the chair that was positioned, in your ever so humble opinion, rather perfectly on the balcony; it allowed you an astounding view of the starry sky yet kept you hidden from the wind. With a single glance at what was going on back in the livingroom, you could barely suppress a smile at the sight of Kuroo massaging his temples in despair over the nonsense Lev was spewing.

It was the perfect picture; one you were certainly going to miss once you leave.

Mere seconds after, Kuroo’s eyes locked with yours, resulting in him breaking out in a smile. With a single eye roll at the first year, he got up and made his way towards you.

“I feel like a failing parent,” he commented, closing the balcony door behind himself before placing the beverage that he tried his best not to spill, on the table.

“Next time, use protection,” you winked before raising your glass towards him in a sarcastic manner. He matched your pace and took a sip himself, a smug grin gracing his lips at your taunting.

Comfortable silence followed in; truth be told, atfter the entire day with the team, not even Kuroo would complain about finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Do you realise this is goodbye?” he suddenly blurted out as he awaited your reaction— was he the only one dreading it?

“I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to think of all the good memories we’ve had— it might be a goodbye, but not forever. It’s just that this chapter of our life is over.”

The male quirked his brow quizzicaly, rotating so that he was turned towards you properly, “Deep conversations under the stars with accompanying alcohol? Sign me in.”

Through a stiffled laugh you shook your head at him and found yourself regretting it afterwards. Perhaps you had a sip too many and dizziness overcame you.

“That’s what I’m talking about; every trip we go on, we end up like this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to drink on a balcony without a part of me hoping you’re going to follow suit.”

“One day, I might,” he added, trailing off. As he opened his mouth to continue, you beat him to it. Nine chances out of ten you were going to regret it— at that point, the alcohol was talking and you had nothing to do with it.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that. You always do that,” your tone changed and you could no longer maintain eye contact. Puzzled by the change in the atmosphere, the raven leaned in, prepared to offer you a shoulder for whatever you might need.

“I like you,” you blurted out, “And I know you don’t like me. And I’m trying so hard to get over you. I kept letting go, I kept convincing myself that I was ready to do so. At times I was. It’s you, though. I blame you. You’re the one who won’t leave no matter how many chances I give you. In a crowd you look for me, you never leave my side— you don’t even give me five minutes with my other friends. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you aren’t supposed to chase a girl through the field, blowing dandelions at her unless you like h—“

“I do.”

“W-what?” your voice cracked; at that very given moment, your heart was racing so lound that you could hear it, and most likely he could as well.

“Have you ever once thought that I was always by your side because I like you? Because I need you? Because I want you? Because I would choose your company over anyone else’s?” he continued, getting up from his seat so that he could face you properly, “Every time you brushed me off as just a friend, it hurt, but I was prepared for it if it meant staying by your side.”

“What about—“

“(Name), you said it yourself. A guy doesn’t chase a girl through a field, blowing dandelions at her unless he likes her.”

A moment of silence followed suit; you spent it staring at one another, whether in amazement or disbelief— perhaps even in wonder, as you marveled at the fact that you were blind despite your perfect sight.

So all it took, after countless nights of empty “what ifs” and daydreams, was a mere confession. Oh, the trouble you could have saved yourself from.

“Kuroo, you absolute idiot, kiss h-nhmp!” Lev was cut off by the hand of an exhasperated Kenma as he drew the curtains with the other, swiftly apologizing for the intrusion.

Previously unaware of their presence, the male’s cheeks burnt bright red as he took a step back, prepared to turn into a stuttering mess at any moment, only to have you pull him in for a kiss in the brief moment of drunken courage.

It was a short peck, for the height difference didn’t allow much else without the additional help of the flustered raven, but you beamed with happiness nonetheless.

“Say, what you want, but for once, he’s right,” you commented cheekily. Having the doubt and fear of rejection lifted from your shoulders, you found it in you to smile brightly with no regrets.

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And there it was, a short, happy ending for all of those who didn’t get theirs.

[jadehqknb]

Awwww!!! I’ve missed your stuff! It’s always so good! I love that you call Kuroo a raven because as much as he’s a cat, a raven is a good description too and I love it!

[kuroast]

This made my day, thank you!

[kuroast]

holy hell you're such a good writer! can't believe i never saw this blog,,,, I AM B L E S S E D

Ahhh this made me smile so wide, thank you! Also sorry for the late reply 😅

[kuroast]

Beautiful! I'm so happy you are back! You are amazing and fantastical and I'm glad you are excited for summer!!! Good luck in all your upcoming writing adventures!

this was so cute and motivational, thank you so much! 💕

[kuroast]

Hello!!!! Missed you terribly and am so glad you’re back!!!

i’m glad too, thank you! i missed ya~

[kuroast]

i forgot to mention, a short drabble would be nice. just smth to lift me up if you got thet ime. thank you

of course i got the time! i hope you like it 😘

[kuroast]

could i get a kuroo x fem reader in their last year and they liked each other from the beginning but were “just friends” and she thinks he doesnt like her but confesses and they get a happy ending? i realy need one, i lost mine

i’m so sorry to hear that, and trust me i’ve been there and ofc it’s going to hurt but you’ll fall again and hopefully it’ll be requited 😘💕 stay strong! i’m here if you need to talk~

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You twirled the alcoholic drink in your glass as you absentmindedly watched how the moon reflected upon it. In all fairness, while the fact that this field trip was the last one you were going to have with the volleyball team, a part of you was still shaken up after suspecting Kuroo fell for another. He didn’t admit to it himself, but doubt inflicts more damage than certainty ever could.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the chair that was positioned, in your ever so humble opinion, rather perfectly on the balcony; it allowed you an astounding view of the starry sky yet kept you hidden from the wind. With a single glance at what was going on back in the livingroom, you could barely suppress a smile at the sight of Kuroo massaging his temples in despair over the nonsense Lev was spewing.

It was the perfect picture; one you were certainly going to miss once you leave.

Mere seconds after, Kuroo’s eyes locked with yours, resulting in him breaking out in a smile. With a single eye roll at the first year, he got up and made his way towards you.

“I feel like a failing parent,” he commented, closing the balcony door behind himself before placing the beverage that he tried his best not to spill, on the table.

“Next time, use protection,” you winked before raising your glass towards him in a sarcastic manner. He matched your pace and took a sip himself, a smug grin gracing his lips at your taunting.

Comfortable silence followed in; truth be told, atfter the entire day with the team, not even Kuroo would complain about finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Do you realise this is goodbye?” he suddenly blurted out as he awaited your reaction— was he the only one dreading it?

“I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to think of all the good memories we’ve had— it might be a goodbye, but not forever. It’s just that this chapter of our life is over.”

The male quirked his brow quizzicaly, rotating so that he was turned towards you properly, “Deep conversations under the stars with accompanying alcohol? Sign me in.”

Through a stiffled laugh you shook your head at him and found yourself regretting it afterwards. Perhaps you had a sip too many and dizziness overcame you.

“That’s what I’m talking about; every trip we go on, we end up like this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to drink on a balcony without a part of me hoping you’re going to follow suit.”

“One day, I might,” he added, trailing off. As he opened his mouth to continue, you beat him to it. Nine chances out of ten you were going to regret it— at that point, the alcohol was talking and you had nothing to do with it.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that. You always do that,” your tone changed and you could no longer maintain eye contact. Puzzled by the change in the atmosphere, the raven leaned in, prepared to offer you a shoulder for whatever you might need.

“I like you,” you blurted out, “And I know you don’t like me. And I’m trying so hard to get over you. I kept letting go, I kept convincing myself that I was ready to do so. At times I was. It’s you, though. I blame you. You’re the one who won’t leave no matter how many chances I give you. In a crowd you look for me, you never leave my side— you don’t even give me five minutes with my other friends. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you aren’t supposed to chase a girl through the field, blowing dandelions at her unless you like h—“

“I do.”

“W-what?” your voice cracked; at that very given moment, your heart was racing so lound that you could hear it, and most likely he could as well.

“Have you ever once thought that I was always by your side because I like you? Because I need you? Because I want you? Because I would choose your company over anyone else’s?” he continued, getting up from his seat so that he could face you properly, “Every time you brushed me off as just a friend, it hurt, but I was prepared for it if it meant staying by your side.”

“What about—“

“(Name), you said it yourself. A guy doesn’t chase a girl through a field, blowing dandelions at her unless he likes her.”

A moment of silence followed suit; you spent it staring at one another, whether in amazement or disbelief— perhaps even in wonder, as you marveled at the fact that you were blind despite your perfect sight.

So all it took, after countless nights of empty “what ifs” and daydreams, was a mere confession. Oh, the trouble you could have saved yourself from.

“Kuroo, you absolute idiot, kiss h-nhmp!” Lev was cut off by the hand of an exhasperated Kenma as he drew the curtains with the other, swiftly apologizing for the intrusion.

Previously unaware of their presence, the male’s cheeks burnt bright red as he took a step back, prepared to turn into a stuttering mess at any moment, only to have you pull him in for a kiss in the brief moment of drunken courage.

It was a short peck, for the height difference didn’t allow much else without the additional help of the flustered raven, but you beamed with happiness nonetheless.

“Say, what you want, but for once, he’s right,” you commented cheekily. Having the doubt and fear of rejection lifted from your shoulders, you found it in you to smile brightly with no regrets.

—————

And there it was, a short, happy ending for all of those who didn’t get theirs.

[kuroast]

I’m back!

I’m finally back! The summer finally came and so has my will to write, this has been one of the worst writer’s blocks i’ve experienced and am so glad it’s over.

Requests open!

[kuroast]

Hey babe, good to see you again! For the body ask can I please get Inuoka - arms and torso Tanaka - lips and eyes? Thanks lovely!

INUOKA ARMS

What kind of hugger are they?

Inuoka is the type of hugger that will surprise you by wrapping his arms around your waist from the behind, his grip firm and comforting. He is a cuddle monster so throughout the relationship you’d be more than accustomed to his surprise attacks but you’d always look forward to them. His height makes you feel safe and the kisses he gently trails down your neck have the ability to calm you down regardless of how tense you are.

How do they carry their s/o to the bed?

Usually he’s the stubborn one who refuses to go to bed unless there’s certain bribe involved, so he’s most likely to be the one to carry you to your bed only when you fall asleep on the couch even if he told you to go to bed a dozen of times. He is caring, yes, but he is also a little bit on the sadistic side so unless you were really sleep-deprived due to how busy you are, he is probably going to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he playfully scolds you about how you never listen to him. Yes, he is that much of a dork.

INUOKA TORSO

Do they like to cuddle?

Pffft, does he like to cuddle? Hell yes he does! He’s the type that will cling onto you no matter how hot it is outside, he believes his true life calling is being the big spoon. You better drag your ass towards him or he’ll sulk like there’s no tomorrow.

What do they like to eat?

Cannonly, his main concern in life is “I’ll eat and eat, but I’m still hungry!” so I think it’s more than accurate that he likes quite a number of things—his favorite is home cooked meals. If you made it for him you can rest assured that he’ll brag about it to his teammates or colleagues to no end.

TANAKA LIPS

What kind of sweet nothings do they whisper?

He’ll start out by being unbelievably smooth, with reassuring and supportive words in a voice that would be unrecognizable compared to the one he has on court as he caresses your hair in a soothing, steady rhythm. Then somehow, all of a sudden, he’d manage to end up switching the topic to how he is such a caring senpai and how great/ smooth he is being. He usually does it just to make you laugh if you’re having a bad day and for the most part, it actually works!

What do they like to talk about?

I’m assuming that while he does like talking about the topics you have in common, he prefers it when either one of you is talking about your passions. He adores listening to you getting excited and absorbed in your own world but at the same time he is in love with how interested you seem when he is doing the same. Bonus points if he knows that you’re not that well informed or interested but you’re listening carefully and actively engaging in the conversation just because it’s him discussing it. At the same time though, he loves thinking aloud about what your future together may look like. Even if they are just bizarre ideas which aren’t humanly possible.

Can they sing?

Uhh… Well would you look at the time! I have to go now, my bus is running late—I mean I have to run if I don’t want to be late! Jesus Christ I never run that is such a lie.

TANAKA EYES

What do they look for in an s/o?

A patient, athletic person would suit his interests quite well, but in all honestly he’d like someone who is somewhat needy and clingy. He adores the feeling of being needed, it makes him appear more manly! He’d expect them to be loyal to the bone too, he isn’t the type to mess around and he craves for security in a relationship. No matter how tough he tries to act, he will be over the moon if his family approves of his significant other, so someone who is polite and well mannered should go without saying. An affectionate and attentive person would make him melt, I honestly think he would be the type to fall for a domestic type of partner. A wild side would only be a bonus if you know what I mean ;)

  What do they like to see on their s/o?

I mean, it’s a given that he likes it when you wear feminine and elegant clothing, but there is nothing that he enjoys more than having you cuddled up by his side while you’re watching a movie, dressed in clothing that is obviously too large for you. It makes you ten times more cuddly and while he wouldn’t say it twice, he is a big fan of that. Be quiet though, he has an imagine to protect so don’t go around telling people about it!

 Their favorite part of their s/o?

As weird as it sounds, the nape of your neck is his absolute favorite. After a long day he’ll wrap his arms around you from the behind as he rests his head into the nape of your neck; that way he would have his personal teddy bear in the most comfortable position ever + he’d get to watch whatever movie you’re watching with you. He’ll probably make Nishinyoa take pictures of you two at one point just so he can post it on insta with the hashtag #goals because girl, you know that is exactly what you are!

[kuroast]

That anon can burn in hell while we're all living in heaven with your amazing writing skills <3

Thank you so much!! It has been a while now but I would have felt guilty replying to this when I gave in to procrastination when it came to actual updates 😅It still means a lot bb! 💕💕

[kuroast]

Can I get mattsun and kuroo for eyes and the goodies pls

Hiya! I don’t think I know Mattsun well enough to do him justice and I already have Kuroo goodies in a different form from while ago so I hope this is alright! Enjoy~

KUROO, EYES

What do they look for in an s/o?

Let’s be real here, Kuroo is looking for an easy going person who he can talk with about anything and everything. Extrovert or introvert, you may ask? It really doesn’t matter to him, he has no issues at all when it comes to adapting. A meme master would be preferred; we all know that he’d be a complete sucker for such a partner. His ideal person would be both playful and caring. He would be too proud to admit it but he does enjoy it when they keep track of his schedule and remind him that he has to take care of himself. Despite what many think, he doesn’t view dating as a means for just playing around; he wants someone who he gets along with well and who he can bring home to his parents.

  What do they like to see on their s/o?

I’ll try not to state the obvious by saying that he loves it when they wear his clothes but it is not below me to mention that he’ll always be shaken up when seeing his partner in leather. Not real, of course. It looks so sexy yet simple and elegant at the same time and even though he is painfully aware that you’re probably just wearing it because you have a stain on your actual shirt, he loves it just the same. He found himself a sexy motherfucker and no one will convince him otherwise.

 Their favorite part of their s/o?

Call it cliché, but it’s their smile and their laughter. There’s something about it that is so purely them that makes him stop in his tracks—they don’t mind the fact that they may be clapping their arms like an idiot, that their eyes are squinted so hard that they practically look closed or that they may have released an unintentional snort while at it. It’s them in their rawest form and seeing them happy makes Kuroo smile coyly as he realizes how lucky he is that they’re his.

[kuroast]

Eyes and the goodies for Nishinoya💙

Sure  bb! I hope you like it~

EYES

What does he look for in an s/o?

  An honest, genuine person would sit the best with him. They don’t necessarily have to be as outgoing as he is though. Quite the contrary, actually; someone who is shy and collected would be an interesting puzzle for him to solve. A shy s/o would make him feel not only super protective but it would make him feel special that he’s the one they chose to trust.Regardless of that, someone supportive is a must—I can’t see him with anyone who feels that his dreams and ambitions are pointless. While his canon-self does like girly girls, due to how easy-going and accepting he is I don’t think that he’d be picky at all when it comes to the fashion sense or looks of his significant other.

What do they like to see on their s/o?

 Other than a smile and confidence, you mean? For one, if we were to judge by his canon preferences, he’d be a major sucker for skirts. Any length would be just fine, perhaps the shorter the better! Naturally, if it comes to what he considers a risky length he’d insist with all of his being that you wear it in front of him and in front of him only. No wandering looks allowed, you’re his!

Their favorite part of their s/o?

 The eyes, most probably. There’s nothing out there that he likes more than that moment in which your eyes widen in surprise because of something he did, followed by their narrowing down due to how wide your grin has turned.They do say that the eyes are the windows to one’s soul, right? He’d poetically compare them to the most bizarre things out there in hopes of getting you to smile. No matter how hard you try to resist, you always give in sooner than expected.

GOODIES

Turn ons?

He’s incredibly turned on by suggestive whispers, especially in public. We all know he is soft, or rather hard in this case, for your average day teasing. Ah, what can I say, he can’t resist you regardless of his well-intentioned yet futile attempts. His guilty pleasure is getting to do it outside when the risk of getting caught is high—take my word for it when I say that his absolute favorite place to do it at is at the beach, preferably at night, much to your surprise. In addition to that, he turns weak whenever you bite your lips and send him looks which linger on for more than usual. W e a k.

Turn offs?

Being bossy and inflexible in bed is straight up a deal breaker for him. He will go out of his way to make sure that you’re having a great time but if he notices that you’re in it merely for yourself he’ll be turned off to the point of no return.I’m sorry but he believes that you’re supposed to give just as much as you take in a relationship- this goes for both sfw and nsfw. Someone who is detached and unwilling to look out for how he might feel is a definite no-no.

Kinks?

This boy would be pretty traditional and vanilla in my opinion. He’s definitely up for some experimenting though; he has no shame for as long as he knows that his partner would find the experience more pleasurable. Personally, I peg him as the kind of guy who is into praise and body worshiping. And while the idea of the daddy kink might’ve sounded nice at one point, he realized that he isn’t that much of a dom. He keeps a perfect balance between being dominant and submissive so he can honestly go with whatever you’d be up for.

[kuroast]

that anon was so mean?? Don't pay attention to them. Your writing is GREAT and I can't wait to read more!!! lowkey gonna put you on notification now since ur back lmao

I didn't want to jinx myself by replying before I was finished with setting up the other blog, but thank you!! I'm definitely back now, and am more than happy to be so thanks to readers like you 💕

[nsfwhaikyuu-knb]

Pink oikawa please!!!

have I ever told y'all that i’m a complete sucker for soulmate aus?

He knew he was yours. It was something he couldn’t deny, but it was something that he would deny. For your sake.

Only heavens knew how much he wanted to let it out, how he wanted you to know that you were his as much as he was yours. Every day he’d picture a future in which he would have you in his arms as you would clutch onto him, knowing that there’s no one out there better suited for you than him.

“I find the concept stupid—if you convince yourself that they’re the person you’re meant to be with for the rest of your life, of course you will go through great lengths to make it work! It’s no destiny, it’s a placebo effect,” he felt his heart sink upon hearing you explain your beliefs. You didn’t believe in soulmates.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s great that you end up caring about them, but I don’t want it to be like that for me. I want to fall for someone because of how they treat me and because I feel happy around them. I don’t want to feel obligated to love someone just because we have the same tattoo or birthmark. You get me?” you tilted your head, rubbing your forearm, feeling slightly uneasy due to his dull expression.

His throat was dry. He mumbled out a weak nod, “That’s really noble, (Name)-chan!”

You grinned shyly, “What about you? What is your take on soulmates?”

“I believe in them. To me, they are as real as the sun and the moon are,” he said, his voice firm even if your statement swayed the ground beneath him, “When the day comes and I meet them, I’ll make them the happiest person out there.”

“I hope you keep your promise, Oikawa-san.”

Tooru. Call me Tooru.

When the bell rang and you bid your goodbyes, he was left alone, his shoulders slumped and his heart heavy.

We don’t share a tattoo or a birthmark, (Name)-chan. We share our dreams.

It was rare, some people weren’t even aware of it, but he was certain. Whenever he’d come home, his muscles sore and his mind obsessed with the word success, your imagination would come through to him and he’d never feel more alive than when asleep.

You were what he needed; you were what he couldn’t imagine living without.

He waited every day for you to come up to him and tell him that you remember. That you remember your dreams, that you remember his presence, and above all, that you remember him. It never happened. It could be that you honestly didn’t know, but after having an insight into what you thought of the stories of the destined ones, he felt discouraged.

He wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers.

It was rough, having to look at you, knowing what you feel and knowing that his heart is fighting against it.

“I’ve seen you cheering for us during the games,” the brunet commented with a wide grin, picking up his pace as he followed you to your next class, “Do you like volleyball?”

You released a hum, “In the beginning I was going because my friend dragged me over but then I got into it. Don’t you dare tell her, she’ll never get off my back.”

He mimicked locking his mouth with an invisible key as he put it into your palm, his smooth antics making you roll your eyes.

It was a start. That was all that mattered.

Soon enough, he had you coming down and congratulating him after every game they won. Exchanging flirty banters, shy looks and sly smiles. It was heaven.

But as it always was for him, time wasn’t on his side. It was his final game— but it wasn’t supposed to be! He was supposed to go and fight against Shiratorizawa, he was finally supposed to beat Ushijima! It all came crashing down on him in a game against Karasuno.

That day he didn’t wait around for you to come and greet him; he lost you as well. Your relationship had never turned into more than a game, and as it seemed, he was bound to lose all the games he held dearly to his heart.

He acted strong in front of his team. He pretended it didn’t matter in front of his parents. But he broke down in his dreams.

It started out as usual, your bright attitude took dominance over his emotions. It didn’t last long, the sun started setting and a storm followed in. Oikawa was sitting alone on the ground, not caring anymore—he’d usually hide from you but right now he didn’t care.

He wanted you to know what kind of a mess you were supposed to be tied to.

Hot tears streamed down his warm cheeks as he buried his face in his palms, sobbing loud enough for it to be mistaken for the thunder. Suddenly he felt a warm palm pressed against his back. It didn’t last long, instead it was wrapped around his shoulders as he felt himself being pulled into someone’s chest, their cold hand patting his hair.

“It will be alright, Tooru. You were great out there!”

Your voice caused him to stiffen. Tooru, you called him Tooru.

He remained silent as he merely wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you in as close as possible in fear of having you disappear. You were going to forget this dream anyway. He wanted to hold you just this once.

“Let me take control of this dream, please. I don’t want you catching a cold even if it’s not real, I nearly had a heart attack when your knee was hurt,” you said, never once pulling away or ceasing to pat his hair.

“You- you know this is a dream?!” came out his shocked reply. His emotions were all over the place as they were, was it really smart to toy around with him while he was in such a state?

“Iwaizumi told me. I was desperately trying to find you after the game but you were nowhere in sight. I did have a hunch though, I’d always notice your presence even if you kept yourself hidden,” you replied, your grin wide as you started wiping away his tears with your thumb. It started out as a matter of comforting him but soon enough you found yourself cupping his face as you gazed lovingly into his brown eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” the brunet whispered, cupping your face as well. This was hard to believe for him. It was—it was real?

“Oh, yes, imagine me coming up to the one and only Oikawa Tooru and being all like, yeah, I’m pretty sure that we share our dreams and that we are soulmates. How ya doin?” you rolled your eyes, your cheeks turning pink once the realization regarding your proximity to the male’s face hit you, “Besides, I didn’t know it was a shared dream anyways, I never saw you. I just felt you.”

His lip curled upwards as his dull gaze turned playful, “Well you’re about to feel me some more.”

That was all he said before he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss truly represented the longing he felt for you for more than a year now—he thought it was over, he thought his time was up!

Even though you were fiercely kissing him back he suddenly stopped, pulling away quickly, “I’m- I’m sorry, I forgot that you don’t believe in soulmates.”

Your brow quirked upwards as you pulled him in once more, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. They’re as real as the sun and the moon are to me.”

It was a lie, you were still hesitant about the concept of them. But you fell for him, fair and square. He was kind, he made you happy and every day brought something new along the way. Call it a placebo, call it a soulmate, but you were glad that it was him.

[kuroast]

Guys I swear I'm alive! I was just working on setting up the nsfw side blog-- as it turns out, it'll have some fluff depending on the requests!

I'll reblog it here so that you don't have to go to that blog unless you're actually interested in the nsfw theme.

Thank you for understanding, I'm looking forward to updating more on here as well!!

[kuroast]

I'm the hero! [dad!kuroo]

What happens when the older siblings make fun of the youngest for wanting to be a hero? Well, papa Kuroo takes the matters into his own hands.

A gentle hand patted the shorter raven’s thick hair, drawing attention to himself by doing so.

Shinji’s runny nose appeared to be unusually red, especially compared to his pale complexion. Upon being asked if something was wrong he rigorously began shaking his head in disagreement.

“Who are you lying to, Shinji?” Kuroo asked once more, placing the five year old on his lap.

“They told me I can’t be a hero,” he sobbed, trying to rub the tears out of his eyes. He didn’t need to specify who. Kuroo knew.

“They have a point,” the older raven nodded, “To become a hero you need someone like me.”

“Like you?”

“Yes, you need a villain! Have you ever met a hero without his villain?” Kuroo repeated, his grin turning smug.

“But- but villains are bad people! They do bad things!” the kid replied, quite puzzled at his father’s notion, “You don’t do bad things!”

“Yeah, but I’ve done a lot of bad things in my time,” his grip on Shinji’s shoulder tightened as his voice filled with sorrow, “I didn’t do my homework on time and I procrastinated until it was too late. I didn’t do the dishes when asked and… That does things to a person. It turns them corrupt. Don’t follow my footsteps son. End this cycle of evil!”

“I understand, father! I won’t let you down!” Shinji’s eyes lit up as he nodded his head in determination, “I’m giving you a 10 second headstart.”

A knuckle crack followed in and Kuroo’s eyes widened.

“But-but I’m your father!” he whispered out, his voice desperate as he raised his hands in surrender.

“Justice knows no relation! Your 10 seconds are up!” his offspring screamed out whilst releasing a loud battle cry, startling both you and your husband.

Just as Shinji’s tiny fist balled up in battle fury, you let out a dramatic gasp, “Oh no, I’m being attacked!!”

Both males immediately turned towards you, alarmed above all.

“Where’s the monster!?” Shinji puffed his chest out in a heroic matter, jumping up to his feet in order to inspect the situation. With a faked sob, you pointed towards the dirty dishes.

Shinji stiffened and looked towards his father who too let out an unsure hum, “I uh, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to, but I can’t right now babe, I’m being murdered on father’s day over here. Plus, he’s the hero!”

“N-no, no!” the shorter raven patted Kuroo’s shoulder in a soothing matter, “You have to redeem yourself for the henious acts you commited in the past.”

“Henious acts!? You mean like betraying your father and leaving him at the mercy of his wife!?” Kuroo grumbled, ashamed of how he was being scolded by his equally lazy son. Chores were never a thing he was good at.

“Not all heroes wear capes, after all,” you teased with a giggle as you loosely threw an apron over the male’s head.

“Clearly not, some wear betrayal like the finest silk! I’m talking to you Shinji, come back here and learn some responsibility!” he was about to leave, his fist clutched across his heart as he feigned disappointment.

You tugged at his arm the same way that a smirk tugged at your lips, “You’regoing to teach /him/ responsibility? You can’t even do the dishes!”

“Babe, it’s father’s day!” the raven let out a whine, pouting his lips in a childish manner.

“I saved you from the clutches of death coming from the hands of our toddler, it could be national Kuroo day and you’d still owe me a dish washing,” you reminded, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Are you thinking of the same dish washing as I am?” he sedcutively wiggled his brows, puffing out his chest before flexing his muscles. He’d have you swooning in no time!

“You mean the one which involves soap?”

“I- well, soap can be one of the many synonims for a certain substance, yes,” he drawled out, leaning in towards your face with a steady sneer present on his features. Before either of his hands had an opportunity to do as they would have pleased, you scoldingly waved your index finger in front of his face with a look of disapproval on your features.

“Clean the dishes and I’ll give you a punishment. A villain can’t be allowed to roam around freely,” was all you said as you placed a chaste kiss on the male’s cheek before playfully jabbing at his ribs.

The poor man was too smitten to actually notice. What a dork.

[kuroast]

Hmm, some haikyuu boys being dads headcanons? Your pick!

Is anyone up for some father’s day headcanons/drabbles? (・Д・)ノ

Kuroo

• Repeat it with me y'all– This guy will be an absolute dork of a father. His kids will be spoiled to the core! And I feel as if though this should go without saying but movie nights will be a thing and bedtime won’t! Not even in their vocabulary. S P O I L E D.

• Oh, yes, I said kids. He wants many! I mean, why not? The end result is always something beautiful and he cannot deny that he enjoys in the making process. Sue him ;)

• If he has girls they will always be the ones with the prettiest hairstyles in the entire school and it wouldn’t be thanks to you. Even if you’re good at hairstyles, Kuroo would put up a fight to be the one who’ll get to do it- “you can do it on your own hair, I’m stuck with this!”

• Is he even their dad?! He’d be so cool, easy going and down to earth– wait, nevermind, he is definitely their father. He will not pass up the dad jokes for the life of him.

• If the chocolate goes missing he’ll blame the kids. If your grandmother’s ugly vase accidentaly breaks he’ll blame the kids. If a random pregnancy test pops up he’ll blame the kids… One of these won’t be as believable as the others// psst, take a hint, he wants more children!

• Seriously though, he’d be incredibly easy to talk to and he’d know just what to say when times get rough and things get hard. Growing up with Kenma made it easier for him to understand introverts so communication would never be a problem in his house even if his kids aren’t the most talkative people out there.

• He’d be the very definition of supportive. There would be no dream in their mind that Kuroo wouldn’t assure them is achievable. Sometimes it would be a good thing and sometimes it would be a disaster waiting to happen.

Tsukishima

• He’d be spot on whenever his kids would try and cause trouble. That does not mean that he would react accordingly though.

“Whaaat, where did you get that idea, dad? Pft, honestly, how low is your opinion of me!”

“Well, I for a fact can see the Titanic but I can’t see you. What did you do or are planning on doing?”

“Dad!”

“Wait- Rose, is that you!? I’m coming! Jack told you to save yourself! But then again, you also told him that you’d never let him go and yet here we are,” cue the sarcastic tone in his voice and a sassily placed hand on his hip.

“Fine. We sassed professor Kageyama.”

“Good boy.”

• He will raise his kids to be smart, respectful and sassy. They’ll be the smartasses everyone loves and he wouldn’t be able to be more proud of them.

• There are certain things that a man has to respect in his house. And that’s naps, music and movie classics. And by movie classics I mean The land before time. And by respect I mean tolerate them when he puts them on for the 200th time even if his kids have turned into adults.

• Lord pray for his soul when Hinata barges into his home with his little devils for a visit. He’ll deny it for the longest of times but he is the cool uncle Tsukki; no matter how hyper they can be they’re decently loveable.

• Let’s be real here, he’ll remain friends with Yamaguchi for the rest of his life so any and all holidays as well as days off will be spent together. They would feel like one big family by the age of 30.

• No, he does not ship his daughter with Yamaguchi’s son. I mean what?? Where did you get that?? No… To- totally not…

• On another note, rest assured that he will have a stroke if any of his children end up with Kageyama’s offspring.

[hq-hq-headcanons-blog]

Kuroo as a dad headcanons give me life, it’s just a fact, and the Tsukishima headcanons had me laughing so hard that I can feel tears in my eyes! Please children! Marry into the Kageyama family!

[kuroast]

<p>First all, thank you so much your comments really made me laugh to tEARS AND SECOND OF ALL YOUR TAGS GIVE /ME/ LIFE</p>

[kuroast]

Hmm, some haikyuu boys being dads headcanons? Your pick!

Is anyone up for some father’s day headcanons/drabbles? (・Д・)ノ

Kuroo

• Repeat it with me y'all– This guy will be an absolute dork of a father. His kids will be spoiled to the core! And I feel as if though this should go without saying but movie nights will be a thing and bedtime won’t! Not even in their vocabulary. S P O I L E D.

• Oh, yes, I said kids. He wants many! I mean, why not? The end result is always something beautiful and he cannot deny that he enjoys in the making process. Sue him ;)

• If he has girls they will always be the ones with the prettiest hairstyles in the entire school and it wouldn’t be thanks to you. Even if you’re good at hairstyles, Kuroo would put up a fight to be the one who’ll get to do it- “you can do it on your own hair, I’m stuck with this!”

• Is he even their dad?! He’d be so cool, easy going and down to earth– wait, nevermind, he is definitely their father. He will not pass up the dad jokes for the life of him.

• If the chocolate goes missing he’ll blame the kids. If your grandmother’s ugly vase accidentaly breaks he’ll blame the kids. If a random pregnancy test pops up he’ll blame the kids… One of these won’t be as believable as the others// psst, take a hint, he wants more children!

• Seriously though, he’d be incredibly easy to talk to and he’d know just what to say when times get rough and things get hard. Growing up with Kenma made it easier for him to understand introverts so communication would never be a problem in his house even if his kids aren’t the most talkative people out there.

• He’d be the very definition of supportive. There would be no dream in their mind that Kuroo wouldn’t assure them is achievable. Sometimes it would be a good thing and sometimes it would be a disaster waiting to happen.

Tsukishima

• He’d be spot on whenever his kids would try and cause trouble. That does not mean that he would react accordingly though.

“Whaaat, where did you get that idea, dad? Pft, honestly, how low is your opinion of me!”

“Well, I for a fact can see the Titanic but I can’t see you. What did you do or are planning on doing?”

“Dad!”

“Wait- Rose, is that you!? I’m coming! Jack told you to save yourself! But then again, you also told him that you’d never let him go and yet here we are,” cue the sarcastic tone in his voice and a sassily placed hand on his hip.

“Fine. We sassed professor Kageyama.”

“Good boy.”

• He will raise his kids to be smart, respectful and sassy. They’ll be the smartasses everyone loves and he wouldn’t be able to be more proud of them.

• There are certain things that a man has to respect in his house. And that’s naps, music and movie classics. And by movie classics I mean The land before time. And by respect I mean tolerate them when he puts them on for the 200th time even if his kids have turned into adults.

• Lord pray for his soul when Hinata barges into his home with his little devils for a visit. He’ll deny it for the longest of times but he is the cool uncle Tsukki; no matter how hyper they can be they’re decently loveable.

• Let’s be real here, he’ll remain friends with Yamaguchi for the rest of his life so any and all holidays as well as days off will be spent together. They would feel like one big family by the age of 30.

• No, he does not ship his daughter with Yamaguchi’s son. I mean what?? Where did you get that?? No… To- totally not…

• On another note, rest assured that he will have a stroke if any of his children end up with Kageyama’s offspring.