Anonymous said to hoothootmotherfluffers:
Hi how are you doing? I love this blog so much and all the requests I've sent so far never fail to make my day! 💕 Can I request slow dancing in the living room on a lazy day scenarios/headcanons/imagines for kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi? Thank you so much 🌻
Hey! Sorry for your wait, we’re glad we complete your requests to where you enjoy. I wrote this as imagines, if that’s okay? I hope so!
Kuroo!
“What movie do you want to watch next, Tetsurou?” you sigh, curling up further into the corner of your couch.
He responds with a laugh, getting up from the couch, “F/N, we’ve been watching movies all day! It’s already eight p.m.” He steps towards you, grabbing your hand, “Come on, let’s make some food.”
He leads you to the kitchen, grabbing his phone in the process. Turning on a playlist of music, he turns around and starts getting out random ingredients.
“Tetsu… what are you making?” you ask curiously, hopping on to the countertop.
Grinning, he looks up at you, “Cake! Chocolate cake!”
“Really, Tetsu? We haven’t had a proper meal today…”
“Oh, F/N, is that a complaint? Don’t you want chocolate cake?”
You laugh in response, playfully slapping his shoulder as he reaches into the high cupboards above you.
For a second, you two are silent, appreciating the music that’s playing behind you.
“Tetsu, what song is this?” you ask him, furrowing your brows in thought.
“Ah, this? I’m not too sure. This is a playlist that Tsukishima made on Spotify… I think it’s…” Kuroo trails of in thought, trying to read the song title from a distance, “…Yeah no, I don’t know. I think it’s a song by BTS, though.”
“Whatever, let’s just enjoy it.”
Time flies as you two fling flour and cocoa powder at each other. You wrongly tasted the mixture, much to Kuroo’s annoyance (he doesn’t want you to get sick!).
“F/N! I don’t think I turned the T.V. off, can you go check?” he asks you, turning to insert the cake into the oven.
You give him a quick nod, scurrying into the living room. Even from there, you can still smell the aroma of the thick, sweet chocolate. You stand there, thinking for a matter of thirty seconds until your boyfriend approaches you.
“Hm? Tetsu, what are you doing here?” you ask him.
He looks down at you with a grin, chocolate decorating his lips.
“Silly kid,” you smirk, leaning in for a kiss. He pulls you in by your waist, ducking down a little bit. Your hands crawl through his messy hair, not improving its state at all.
When you two breathlessly pull apart, you pause to listen to the music playing. The melody of Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud sings in the background, encouraging Kuroo to pull you in again.
“Let’s dance, F/N,” he giggles like a preschool girl.
Awkwardly stepping on each other’s feet and laughing at how bad you are, you both attempt to sway in beat with the music, carelessly, Kuroo’s large, pale hands rest on your hips, yours crouching on his shoulders. It’s all happy and fun until…
“THE CAKE!”
Bokuto!
“F/N! I’m home!” his thunderous voice booms through the door as he enters your apartment to see you on your laptop in the living room.
“Hey, Kou,” you greet, your voice croaky from not speaking all day.
He realizes you’re still in your pajamas and shakes his head to himself.
“Gee, F/N, you haven’t done anything, have you?” he sighs, picking up some food wrappers that were scattered across the floor.
You shake your head, your hair flying all over. He grabs your wrist, carefully picking you up from the couch. As soons as you’re standing, he unplugs his headphones from his phone, which results in music blasting out of the speakers.
“Awe, crap, sorry F/N,” he apologises, “I forgot I linked my phone to the speakers, I’ll go turn-”
“No!” you protest in return, “It’s okay. I like this song!”
You aren’t actually sure what song was playing, but it was a soft, elegant song. IN response to the song, you wrap your arms around your boyfriend. You gently move to the beat, urging Bokuto to join in. With a slightly disappointed smile, he gives in and sways with you. You tread on wrappers and almost trip over a charger cable, but you still enjoy it. That is, until Bokuto pulls away, quickly pecking you on the cheek and whispering.
“Sorry, F/N, I’ve got to go meet Kuroo! Sorry sorry, we’ll finish this when I get back,” he winks.
Damn, that Kuroo.
Akaashi!
“Keiji!” you moan at him, prodding at his shoulder. Akaashi is asleep on the couch in the living room. He had been working the night shift at work, and he was exhausted. You don’t want to wake him, but it’s not good for him to mess up his sleep schedule like this.
“Keiji, please wake up.” You whisper into his ear, making him jolt awake.
“Geez, F/N, could you not?” he whimpers, slightly shaken.
“Sorry, love, I can’t let you sleep any longer,” you sighs, grabbing his hand from his lap. He doesn’t seem to want to move, so you move toward your laptop to switch on some music.
You go on to a random playlist on Spotify, not really caring about the genre. At the highest volume you can, you blast the music to wake up Akaashi a bit more. Unfortunately, the music was a lot more soft and boring than you had intended, but it might just work.
You pull him up into a hug, but he’s so tired, he falls weakly into your arms. This makes you laugh, galloping around the room like a Pegasus with broken wings.
“Stand straight, damn it!” you cry, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. He sways side to side, gradually waking himself up as he moves. You notice him becoming slightly tenser, so you put a bit more pressure on his shoulders, as if to tell him to relax. He gets the message, rolling back his chest and opening up a bit more. This makes a small smile appear on your lips. You place a quick kiss on his cheek, resting your head on his shoulder and enjoying the moment whilst it lasts.
I hope this is alright!
~Admin Akaashi
