late but i think of pop that edges into rock when i think of you... call me when your phone dies the foxies... the cure olivia rodrigo... rose colored boy paramore...
wait these are really really good songs the vibe on them is so cool — especially olivia and paramore they have my heart
idk if you’ve heard LDR songs but i’d def look into art deco, kinda out of luck (unreleased you have to look on youtube), and freak
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roommate!kuroo tetsuro who comes out with a towel slung low on his hips when he knows that you’re going to be out in the living room waiting for your turn in the shower.
the water droplets trail a slow path down his chest, his normal spikey bedhead laying closer to his head. you’re half dumbfounded and half pissed and unfortunately a little turned on by his dumb smirk and the way he stands as if he’s some masterpiece you have to look at.
“your turn,” he says almost nonchalantly. “by the way i borrowed your shampoo. i was all out of mine.”
“be more responsible,” you choked out almost embarrassedly, catching the scent of his body wash as you almost ran past him. “you’re such a dumbass.”
he simply smiles after you, knowing full well your entire shower is going to be filled with thoughts of him.
timeskip!bestfriend!kuroo decides to steal a lazy morning with you to tell you how he feels instead of using his words like a normal person. death to the situationship!
cw: some dumb chem/space references, HELLA FLUFFY <3 + HAPPY ENDING
kuroo tetsuro memorized what neutrinos were because of the way the sun touched your skin. trillions of them passed through you every moment, and with the sheer curtains open on this particular morning, he wished he was one of them.
kuroo liked to consider himself a man of logic; after all, he used the same approach for volleyball as he did when dealing with the japan volleyball association. he (whether subconsciously or not) analyzed what existed and made decisions that worked.
that's why he was captain. that's why he'd been scheduled for a promotion (though he'd been sworn to secrecy — he wasn't supposed to know that).
it was also why he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what to do about you.
for the longest time, nothing about you fit his internal model. he could flirt, and you flirt back. he could feel like he was drowning and you'd drag him back to dry land. he could smile and decide to spend all his time with you and lose sight of you for months, only to, like magic, fall into your orbit yet again.
if all humans were carbon-based lifeforms, he reckoned the two of you came from the core of the same dying star.
"tetsu," you murmured, a hand reaching out to touch his chest. your eyes fluttered open, welcoming in the son and presumably the sight of him with an atrocious bedhead and a face that looked like he was gone for you.
he was. not that you'd noticed.
"good morning," he smirked, doing everything to ignore the feeling of you so close. this was always the issue. you'd come over. stay the night. talk about everything and anything til sunrise, only to fall asleep in his sheets.
then you'd wake like an angel, and he'd be left to deal with the damage.
how much more of this could he take?
"you're thinking," you frowned, pushing a finger of yours between his eyebrows. "you get a little crease right there. what's wrong?"
he paused for a moment, the blood rushing hot in his veins. the sheets had slipped ever so slightly, exposing the bare skin of your shoulders. he wondered, if just for a moment, what it might feel like to trace that with his lips.
"you trust me," he said, almost against his will, hands reaching to tug you in by your waist. you were made for him, or at least, that's what it felt like. your limbs melted into his like butter, his perfect puzzle piece. "right?"
his lips traced the shell of your ear, the gentle plush of them sending a shiver down your spine. you involuntarily clutched his shirt, feeling the flush on your face. "tetsu...what are you doing?"
"just answer the question," he said, hand sliding up the curve of your waist. he placed another chaste kiss to the shell over your ear before sliding his hand down to your thighs.
"where is this coming from?" you asked almost breathlessly, doing nothing to stop him. his hand, warm and calloused from years of sports, traced the plush of your thighs like it was something precious.
kuroo paused, his eyes boring into your own. he drew a dumb smiley face on your thigh before moving to rest his head on top of yours. the warmth of his body flooded through you instantly, and you gravitated towards him like a cat who’d found its favorite patch of sun.
“this is what i want,” he said simply, his free hand coming to cup your head against his chest. “this is exactly what i’d to be doing.
“we’re doing the thing,” you giggled. “you’re speaking nonsense.”
“do you intentionally make my life hard?” he mumbled into your head, placing what you think is a chaste kiss on top of it. you felt precious. loved. warm and fuzzy in a way you had no business being.
you’d wanted him for months now…maybe even years. if there was even the possibility he felt the same….
“i want these mornings with you all the time,” he sighed. “i want to wake you and be yours.”
your heart skipped a beat.
“so we can go out to dinner once i get my promotion….a date. a real date. in the romantic way.”
you smiled into his chest, looking up to see his flushed cheeks. “you mean that?”
he nodded, tracing a big fat heart into the sensitive skin of your thigh.
you shivered, fully prepared to kiss him before you began to giggle.
“what’s funny?” he huffed. “that was so romantic!”
“you’re getting a promotion? i thought if you knew about that, you weren’t supposed to say anything.”
iwaizumi hajime who believes the best stress therapy after dealing with volleyball idiots all day (athletic trainer problems) is to kiss you long and hard.
you’re his personal drug, pillow, and clarity all in one. everybody benefits in this arrangement, you especially.
he walks in through the door, dropping his bag and walking to the couch. he wastes no time at all, cupping your face and tilting it towards his own.
he kisses with the passion of i love you and when he breaks apart, he’s smiling.
timeskip!bestfriend!kuroo decides to steal a lazy morning with you to tell you how he feels instead of using his words like a normal person. death to the situationship!
cw: some dumb chem/space references, HELLA FLUFFY <3 + HAPPY ENDING
kuroo tetsuro memorized what neutrinos were because of the way the sun touched your skin. trillions of them passed through you every moment, and with the sheer curtains open on this particular morning, he wished he was one of them.
kuroo liked to consider himself a man of logic; after all, he used the same approach for volleyball as he did when dealing with the japan volleyball association. he (whether subconsciously or not) analyzed what existed and made decisions that worked.
that's why he was captain. that's why he'd been scheduled for a promotion (though he'd been sworn to secrecy — he wasn't supposed to know that).
it was also why he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what to do about you.
for the longest time, nothing about you fit his internal model. he could flirt, and you flirt back. he could feel like he was drowning and you'd drag him back to dry land. he could smile and decide to spend all his time with you and lose sight of you for months, only to, like magic, fall into your orbit yet again.
if all humans were carbon-based lifeforms, he reckoned the two of you came from the core of the same dying star.
"tetsu," you murmured, a hand reaching out to touch his chest. your eyes fluttered open, welcoming in the son and presumably the sight of him with an atrocious bedhead and a face that looked like he was gone for you.
he was. not that you'd noticed.
"good morning," he smirked, doing everything to ignore the feeling of you so close. this was always the issue. you'd come over. stay the night. talk about everything and anything til sunrise, only to fall asleep in his sheets.
then you'd wake like an angel, and he'd be left to deal with the damage.
how much more of this could he take?
"you're thinking," you frowned, pushing a finger of yours between his eyebrows. "you get a little crease right there. what's wrong?"
he paused for a moment, the blood rushing hot in his veins. the sheets had slipped ever so slightly, exposing the bare skin of your shoulders. he wondered, if just for a moment, what it might feel like to trace that with his lips.
"you trust me," he said, almost against his will, hands reaching to tug you in by your waist. you were made for him, or at least, that's what it felt like. your limbs melted into his like butter, his perfect puzzle piece. "right?"
his lips traced the shell of your ear, the gentle plush of them sending a shiver down your spine. you involuntarily clutched his shirt, feeling the flush on your face. "tetsu...what are you doing?"
"just answer the question," he said, hand sliding up the curve of your waist. he placed another chaste kiss to the shell over your ear before sliding his hand down to your thighs.
"where is this coming from?" you asked almost breathlessly, doing nothing to stop him. his hand, warm and calloused from years of sports, traced the plush of your thighs like it was something precious.
kuroo paused, his eyes boring into your own. he drew a dumb smiley face on your thigh before moving to rest his head on top of yours. the warmth of his body flooded through you instantly, and you gravitated towards him like a cat who’d found its favorite patch of sun.
“this is what i want,” he said simply, his free hand coming to cup your head against his chest. “this is exactly what i’d like to be doing.
“we’re doing the thing,” you giggled. “you’re speaking nonsense.”
“do you intentionally make my life hard?” he mumbled into your head, placing what you think is a chaste kiss on top of it. you felt precious. loved. warm and fuzzy in a way you had no business being.
you’d wanted him for months now…maybe even years. if there was even the possibility he felt the same….
“i want these mornings with you all the time,” he sighed. “i want to wake you and be yours.”
your heart skipped a beat.
“so we can go out to dinner once i get my promotion….a date. a real date. in the romantic way.”
you smiled into his chest, looking up to see his flushed cheeks. “you mean that?”
he nodded, tracing a big fat heart into the sensitive skin of your thigh.
you shivered, fully prepared to kiss him before you began to giggle.
“what’s funny?” he huffed. “that was so romantic!”
“you’re getting a promotion? i thought if you knew about that, you weren’t supposed to say anything.”
