Deartetsuro - Darling (On Hiatus)

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Every employee of his believing that CEO!Nanami Kento was overworked, stressed, and - most importantly - married. So why the hell was he letting you, his pretty lil’ personal assistant, flirt and ruffle those blond bangs of his to your heart’s content?

True love wasn’t real - how the hell could their fair, gentle boss cheat?

Ignoring every hint, every “anonymous” note warning to tell his mysterious wife, every shocked look whenever he gave you soft smiles. That is, until it’s an office party gone too late and those very employees are just about to confront their CEO- when a (very drunken) Nanami kisses you smack-dab on the lips. 

Leaving everyone gaping as he slurs– “Whatcha lookin’ at my wife, for?”

Oh, their eyes dart to the glinting necklace now peeking out from your blouse - and more importantly the ring attached to it, maybe true love was real.

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About me (extension):

— I am currently 18

— I love OPM (Original Pinoy Music), and I love Tetsuro so I decided to make this blog to post my musically charged thoughts/fics

— Basically, I'm here to spread the OPM agenda

— I haven't formally written fics in years pls be nice

— I will write for other characters too, so it's not just Tetsuro.

— My fandoms include: Haikyuu, Twisted Wonderland, A3!, Spy X Family... Etc. (I really can't remember all of them dawg)

— I'll do my best to provide english TL to my songfics.

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— I'll write anything SFW, but I will not write NSFW.

— I'll reject requests if I want to cuz this is my blog lol.

— When making requests, you don't need to send a whole essay. Don't get me wrong, you can, but you can just send me a song and a character and I'll take care of it.

— Even if it's not OPM, or a song I don't know, I'll try to listen to it!

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Marriage Of Convenience [finale]

word count: 2667 || avg. reading time: 11 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, slice of life

warnings: tooth rotting

synopsis: Marriage is not a big deal, right? Anyone can do it and it comes with a whole lot of benefits! That's why your friend proposes to you one morning with all the elegance and romance of an empty pudding cup.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

“How long has he been standing there?”

The shop owner looked at her employee, then followed her gaze to look at the young man outside studying the pre-arranged flower bouquets in deep serious thought. With a quick check of her watch, she said, “About 15 minutes.”

“Shouldn’t we help him?”

“He’s been avoiding eye contact, I think he’ll run if we get too close.”

The employee snorted and went back to sorting through a new shipment of twigs and greens, snapping off broken leaves before placing the long, pristine stems into a water-filled bucket, while the owner went over the books.

“Oh, he found one!”, the employee whispered excitedly as the man outside bent down to pick one of the bigger bouquets, “Nevermind, he put it back down. - Wait, nope! He took it again. - Hello, sir. Did you find what you were looking for?”

The young man nodded and paid with a friendly smile, then grabbed his carry-on and left the store, ringing the small bell above the door as he did.

“Do you think it’s for his girlfriend?”, the employee wondered, watching the man halt in front of the store and looking down at the flowers.

“Oh, is something wrong with them? Looks like he is talking to himself. - Eh? He just - did you see? He just gave them to an elderly woman. - Aaand he’s gone. - Wait no, nevermind. There he is again. What's up with this guy?”

The shop owner looked up once more, watching the obviously emotionally torn man pick up a much smaller bouquet this time, with only a handful of the same flowers.

“Hello again, sir.”, the employee greeted with every ounce of non-judgmental professionalism when the man placed some cash on the counter, “Excellent choice. Do you need it wra- Oh, no? Alright then, have a nice day! - There he goes. Weirdo.”

You jumped off the couch when you heard the keys slot into the front door, then remembered that “playing hard to get” was a thing, and so simply walked instead of ran down the corridor.

“I’m home.”, Tetsuro announced unnecessarily.

“Welcome back.”

“These are for you.”, he said, holding out the flowers, before adding with a nervous chuckle, “Don’t eat them all at once.”

“What?”

“Nothing. - So, how was your weekend?”

“Pretty good. Did some laundry.”

He nodded, mildly impressed.

“Did you use the new fabric softener?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“Very soft.”

Very robotically, Tetsuro stretched out his hand to touch your sleeve.

“Very soft.”, he confirmed.

Rocking slightly on the balls of your feet, you waited, and when he didn’t say anything either, you gestured vaguely behind yourself.

“I’ll… let you come inside and put these in some water.”, then turned on your heel and stiffly walked to the kitchen.

“So.”, he said a few minutes later, taking the seat next to you in the living room, hands on his knees, rubbing them awkwardly back and forth. You weren’t any better. You had your fingers slotted between your thighs and focused on a fake plant on the TV console.

“So.”

“We’re attracted to each other.”

“Yup.”

“Hm. You sure?”

“100%. Crazy about you.”

“Huh. Same here.”

“Sorry.”, you said with a frown.

He placed a hand on your shoulder for comfort.

“Don’t beat yourself up. Neither of us could have possibly seen this coming.”

“I know, but what are we going to do?”

“If you give me like two hours, I’ll put together a new PowerPoint?”, he offered.

“Honestly, I think I just really wanna kiss you.”

His head snapped to the side, and his eyes widened.

“If you want.”, you added quickly.

“I-“, he cleared his throat, “You sure?”

“Hm mh.”, you finally tore your eyes away from the plant and looked at him, almost squirming in your seat from giddy excitement.

He turned to the side to face you for a better angle, shrugging with equally flustered laughter, “Yeah. - I mean, yeah, this is normal. We’re married. Would be weird if we didn’t.”

“Absolutely. Really, we’re being weird by not … kissing and stuff.”

“Completely agree. I can imagine our neighbors must have been whispering about this for months.”

“Are you stalling?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Oh I want to.”, he assured you, and you saw his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed before he grabbed the back of the sofa and leaned in.

“Waitwaitwait-“, you had your hand against his chest to hold him back and could feel your heart pounding up to your ears, while his beat just as hard beneath your fingers, “My lips feel a bit dry.”

His eyes dropped to your mouth without him moving an inch.

“They look fine to me.”, he said in a low tone you’d never heard before. Somehow, your nervousness seemed to have calmed him down.

“Nope, definitely dry.” With shaking fingers you fished a tube of lip balm from your pocket and he watched patiently but with a cocked brow how you thoroughly and slowly applied it.

“D-do you want some?”

Without waiting for an answer, you touched the tip of the balm to his perfectly smooth lips, but your hand was so shaky that you smudged it a bit. He smirked and, with his other hand, gently grabbed your wrist to steady you. Since he didn’t hold you in place, you could apply the balm more easily, absolutely mesmerized by how shiny and even more inviting his lips now looked.

“And?”, he asked teasingly once you were done, not letting go of your wrist.

“I don’t think this is your color.”, you used your thumb to wipe it off again, feeling electricity surge through your body at the touch, “Do you want another one?”

“Now who is stalling?”, he chuckled.

“I’m just saying, I have a bunch more in my room, I can-“

In the midst of your ramble, you had tried to get up off the couch, but his hand tightened on your wrist, pulling you to sit back down. Your breath hitched.

“It’s gonna be okay.”, he said quietly.

“I know.”, you murmured.

You had kissed your fair share of people in your life, but somehow had really underestimated just how strong your feelings for him had grown in such a short amount of time.

Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but the feeling of him, the smell of him, the taste of him.

You involuntarily hummed into the kiss, feeling him smile against your lips. A blind grab for his collar let you pull him closer, and he shifted, hand moving from the back of the couch to your waist to hold and squeeze as you lay back, him towering over you.

More so on instinct than anything else, the tip of your tongue slipped between your lips when he pulled away, decidedly out of breath.

“You good?”, he asked.

You wished you could take a picture of your husband’s blush, his lips tinted and smeared from your lip balm.

“Yes.”

“Sublime.”

Tetsuro lowered himself again, deepening the kiss while you giggled, and he loosened his grip on your wrist only to entwine his fingers with yours.

Your lips were still plump and tender from the kissing, and while the shower got rid of the remaining lip balm smears on your mouth and neck, the sensation was now permanently burned into your brain. Your husband stood next to you in the bathroom that evening, brushing his teeth alongside you, every so often making eye contact in the mirror, only for both of you to look away with shy, frothy smiles.

“Oh!”, he said suddenly and quickly rinsed out the foam before straightening again, “I forgot to give you your present!”

You began bouncing excitedly on the spot as he hurried out of the bathroom, giving you enough time to finish up your own brushing.

“Close your eyes.”, came his voice from outside the open door.

“Why?”

“Because your husband asked you.”

“But you didn’t ask-“

“Just close your eyes, darling.”

There was fluttering in your stomach at the nickname, accompanied by some deep satisfaction that this previously trivial endearment now turned you into goo. You did as you were told.

“Closed?”

“Yup.”

You heard the shuffling of his slippers on the floor and a moment later felt him step behind you.

“Okay. Open.”

It took you a moment to focus because seeing him so close behind you in the reflection was rather distracting. The necklace dangled from either side of his large hands, hovering over your shoulders. Your eyes widened when you recognized it.

“How did you…!”

“I called ahead and they had it in Osaka.”, he said and maybe it was just your imagination, but his usual grin seemed a lot softer than before.

You didn’t know what to say. All you could think of was to raise your hand and just kind of wiggle your finger to show off the ring.

“It matches.”

“It does, doesn’t it.”

When you were too frozen to move, he held the delicate chain in one hand to brush your hair out of your neck, the soft touch of his fingertips made you want to lean your back against his chest, but that felt counterproductive, so you finally reached up to help him. He inched a little closer to fiddle with the clasp, and his breath grazed your skin, making your poor heart pound once again.

“All done.”, he said quietly, his hands moving to rest on your arm and hip. In the reflection, you watched as he hesitated, his lips so close to your shoulder that you felt the heat radiating from them.

“Do it.”, you encouraged gently.

Your eyes met in the mirror.

“Do what?”

“Whatever you wanted to do just now…”

Unfortunately, you caught the glint of mischief too late and so couldn’t stop him before he bit you. It wasn’t painful - more a nip than a bite - but you yelped on instinct, and he leapt out of the bathroom with you hot on his tail.

In the hallway, he spun around, waiting to pounce, and you shrieked again in delight when he wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand dipping into your doughy middle, and he nommed you again.

“Sto-hoop!”, you laughed. Your husband turned you to face him and cupped your cheeks in both his hands, peppering your forehead, nose, and lips with pecks before beaming into a longer, minty-fresh kiss. You swayed from side to side as he maneuvered you backwards until you were trapped between him and the wall. With fistfuls of his shirt, you tugged him close to you, your head swimming from his honestly straight-up unfair kissing skills.

“Thank you.”, you said sweetly when he drew away for air.

“Looks pretty.”, he noted, and from the way he looked at you, it wasn’t clear if he meant the necklace or the blush creeping along your cheeks and ears.

“Ahem… yeah. We~”, you lengthened the word, “should go to bed.”

“Really? Oh okay. Yeah.”

He followed you to your door and didn’t halt where he usually did.

“Uhm, Tetsu?”

“Hm?”

“Goodnight?”

“What? I thought… shouldn’t we sleep in the same bed?”

“Why?”

“I dunno, feels right? It’s fine if you’re not ready, though.”

“I mean… I guess I am, but I didn’t think it would happen… now.”

“So, when you thought about me this weekend…Was this not the first thing on your mind?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m trying to be mysterious and aloof here.”

He laughed and gave you another kiss.

“We’ll wait then. Today was a lot, I get it.”

More kisses were placed on your lips, and one last one on your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you watched him go down the hall to his room.

Kuroo lay awake - of course, he did. If he weren’t so hellbent on staying quiet so you could sleep, he would have yelled into his pillow and flopped around on his bed as if he were doing the worm on the dance floor. He had known for weeks now that he was in love with you, but initially had no intention of ever bringing it up to not make the marriage uncomfortable. The sheets rustled when he rolled over and looked out his window, finding patches of night sky between the tall buildings to focus on. Tokyo was never actually quiet, but at least the honking had ceased, and the rushing of the cars turned into soothing white noise. Without thinking about it, he reached up to touch his lips, suppressing a new wave of need to woop and cheer into the darkness of his room. It didn’t take long for his phone to be in his hand, and he scrolled through the weekend’s texts between you and him, grinning wider and wider until… bzzt.

“Hey, so I wanted to ask”, began the text from you, “if you need help with your silk bonnet? I know the first couple of times can be tricky to put it on.”

He shot up and yanked the perfectly fastened bonnet off his head, before replying, “Oh yeah, I’m really struggling here. Thanks, darling.”

Stupidly, he smoothed out his sleep shirt, looking around the room in the small light of his bedside lamp he switched on to check if anything needed to be tidied. When he heard your bedroom door open, he just shoved his entire hamper into his wardrobe and was just straightening some stray papers on his desk when you knocked.

Just like the first time, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at you while you fumbled with the fabric. He would have liked to grab the backs of your thighs to pull you in, kissing the softness of your tummy, but figured he should keep it casual.

“Voilà.”, you said, running your fingers along the hem to make sure no hair was untucked.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

His eyes landed on the necklace that you hadn’t taken off yet. It sat right on top of an already fading mark he left on your skin when he had gotten carried away on the couch.

“So… okay. I’m gonna go back. - Sleep tight!”

“Wait.”

“Yeah?”

He tried to come up with an excuse for you to stay longer, but it all sounded idiotic in his silk-bonneted head. But not to worry. You beat him to it.

“You know, actually, on second thought, I don’t feel comfortable walking all the way back in the dark by myself.”

He quickly caught on and played along, nodding with pretend earnestness.

“I think it would be for the best if you stayed the night here. For safety. Would make me feel better, personally.”

“Of course.”

“You get it.”

You lay down side by side, your hands so close to each other on the comforter that your pinkies were barely touching.

“Sooo… lights out?”, he asked.

“Not yet.”

He turned to look at you with a nervous but teasing grin.

“I thought you wanted to sleep.”

“I do. - I do… but…”

“But?”

“I wasn’t done getting kissed yet.”

“I see~ Well”, he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, “we can’t have that.”

“It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be fine.”

“At this point, are you saying it to me or yourself?”, he asked, highly amused, and watched you fix your hair in the reflection of your phone for the hundredth time.

“Both. I think. - Where did I put the fruit?”

Your husband gestured simply at a large, fancy basket at your feet on the doorstep.

“Right.”

He smiled and gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head for an easy kiss.

“He likes you. Don’t worry.”

And without waiting for a reply, he rang the doorbell, hoisting the fruit basket into his arms.

“Tetsuro?”, Mr Kuroo blinked in surprise, “Y/n dear. What brings you two back so soon?”

Tetsuro shrugged, “Hey, dad, so, funny story.”

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WHAT THE FUCK TUMBLR DELETED MY DRAAAAAFT IM GONNA CRY

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Can I get a scenario with Hyuga and Mitobi (Kurokos Basketbakl) (separately) where their s/o overworks themselves and is always exhausted and one day they finally get a break so they just come over and have one of those laid back, nap type dates that r super cuddly and fluffy please and thank youuu

Yaaaay! Non-GOM requests! Not that I don’t like GOM scenarios too, but the silver squad needs some love too! (sorry this took a hot minute)

Hyuga

“Here, I made you some tea.”

“Did you make some tea, or did your mom make some?” You ask. Judging by the jilted halt in Hyuga’s movements, that almost sent the tray and snacks overboard, you must be right.

“I-It doesn’t matter who actually made it! It just matters that I brought it for you!”

You gave a hum in confirmation as you reach for a senbei. “I suppose. Tell your mom I said thanks.” You could hear Hyuga growl over the loud crunch of the crispy cracker in your mouth.

He sat down on the floor beside you, both of you using his bed as a back rest rather than sitting on it. “So, you wanted to watch a movie?” You ask. Reconfirming why you were over here.

“Yes. But now I almost don’t want to, with the way you’re acting.” He muttered as he fidgeted with his glasses.

“Oh come on Hyuga. I was only teasing. I just don’t know why you made it sound so urgent to hang out when you don’t want to really do anything.” Not that you didn’t enjoy these lazy afternoons, but the way he had acted when he asked you to come over seemed life or death.

“We just haven’t seen each other a lot recently.” He confessed. You supposed that was true. Between his training schedule with the team and your academic schedule, you had barely seen each other except in classes or passing in the halls.

“Did you miss me?” You ask, meaning for it to be a tease.

You weren’t expecting Hyuga to answer back so honestly with a, “yes,” looking into your eyes with that earnest determination of his. His hand found yours in the carpet to hold it. “And…I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, [Y/N]. School is important, but not more important than your health. I know how you get sometimes.”

His statement caused you to blink a few times in surprise. Yes, it was true. You had a bad habit of neglecting all things other than your school work when you ‘got on a roll’. But Hygua had no room to criticize. “Says the man who once didn’t sleep for 48 hours beings he was ‘too busy’ hand painting his new figurines for his Romance of the Three Kingdoms diorama.”

The boy came to a jilted halt again, looking ready to gear up and defend himself, but before he could you lean in and give him a peck on the lips. “So we’ll just take care of each other then. I really do appreciate you wanting to do some ‘self-care’ stuff with me. It’s really sweet.”

Whatever argument Hyuga had died on in his mouth with a fumbled sputter. His cheeks red, before stuffing them with rice crackers from the table to distract you from it.

You curl up beside him as you watch the movie. Then another. You supposed not doing anything was important too. It was nice to take a break.

Mitobe

You growl as you crumple up the practice test in front of you, throwing it into the waste basket by your desk with the others. You were never going to get into your university of choice with scores like these!

Maybe you were just getting stupider, but you seemed to be doing worse and worse as time went on. Usually when people study for days on end they get better, but nooooo. Apparently not you.

‘Idiot….’

Just about ready to beat yourself up some more, you hear the bell at the front door and get up to go get it. Your knees and your back were killing you, sitting over your desk for so long, and you make a mental note to stretch more. But when would you find the time?

“Mitobe-kun?” You remark in surprise when you see your boyfriend at the door. He offered you a soft smile, typical of his character, in return. “What are you doing here? I told you I would be studying all weekend and wouldn’t have time to hang out.”

He continued to smile and lifted up a neatly wrapped bento he then offered to you. Your stomach immediately growled. “Oh…thank you. I guess I haven’t eaten yet today.” Actually, when was the last time you had eaten? “I’ll eat this later. I have to get back to studying. Is that all you needed?” He lifted a thermos in his hands this time, matching the bento. “What is that? Tea? I don’t really have time to have tea with you Mitobe-kun. I need to get back to…” His face feel into a sad, practically heart broken expression and you can only sigh and step aside. “Alright, alright. We can have some tea together. But only for a little bit! I need to get back to studying. I’m serious. These practice tests are killing me.”

Mitobe poured the tea for you both while you were at the table. Listening to your problems as you complain about the practice tests, and not being good enough, and concerned about not getting into a good school. He doesn’t really say much, as usual. But still, you both seem to be holding an active conversation and ‘talking’ to Mitobe did make you feel better.

While you drink your tea, you open up the bento he made you. It was delicious! He was always a good cook, helping out with his large family, but this meal was particularly delicious. Maybe it was because you were starving. Maybe it was because he made it just for you.

After you ate, and Mitobe watched you eat, you move to the couch to finish your tea and curled up with him. “Thanks Mitobe-kun.” You mutter into his chest as you wrap your arms around him.

“You’re welcome [Y/N].” He softly whispered back into your hair.

You take your practice tests again and were suddenly doing fantastic. Maybe the answer to a problem sometimes wasn’t to keep trying to go over the wall, but take a step back. Or maybe boyfriend cuddles and hot tea were the answer to academic success.