˚✶ * The Back Of A Railcar Osamu M. X Fem!reader

i’m just gonna assume you’re in my walls because you somehow turned my fyp into bird charcuterie board heaven and that’s how i’m gonna imagine birdwatcher kuroo work from now on: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdragRHy/

omg i love that so much!! kuroo would absolutely send you this video from his bird feeder camera, giving some random facts about the breed and their migration patterns

˚✶ * mating call kuroo t. x fem!reader

you tend to keep to yourself, one of your only friends being your roommate, kiyoko. she got you your first bird feeder, inspiring you to spend more time on your balcony, watch the birds that come and go. unbeknownst to you, the man whose apartment sits across from yours seems to enjoy the view too.

status: in progress  taglist: open  warnings: slightly inspired by ‘from eden’ by hozier, amateur research of birds, strangers to lovers, “there’s only one hammock”, kind of neighbors au, kuroo and y/n are both a little clueless to love, mating/sex jokes

chapters;

coming soon…

˚✶ * busted lip w/ kageyama

m.list / wc: 815

    your window rolls down, thick bouts of wind whistling past you. resting your elbow against the wood, you rest your chin in your hand, feeling every bump on the road against your jaw. the drive has been long and tumultuous, the tension growing thick within the car's bounds, only barely releasing as you open your window.

  just as stubborn, kageyama looks towards the road, jaw clenched. you'd never been on a road trip together before, never even thought anything would be an issue. however, now his hand tightens around the steering wheel, knuckles growing white. his chest moves quickly as his breathing heightens. 

  he wants to say something, just to break the silence, even if it meant continuing the argument. because at least then you aren't staring out the window, not even glancing towards him. kageyama bites at his lip, any sense of anger or resentment trickles away as soon as he sees the frown on your lips. your shoulders drop from their usual height, your legs pulled as close to your body as they physically can in the seat. 

  kageyama's not one to pick up social cues, unless it's you. and as he stares at you, he knows he shouldn't say anything. giving you space is exactly what you need, except he can't bear the silence, he can't bear the tension, "do you want to stop soon-"

  "you already told me you didn't want to stop, so let's just keep go-" you reply, tilting your head ever so slightly until he accidentally hits a pot hole.

  your elbow raises and falls back against the car, chin quickly following. as your chin hits against your hand, your teeth bite down on your lip, drawing blood. "oh shit," you immediately yell, hand reaching up to wipe at your lip, "oh god that hurts."

  kageyama swallows hard, absentmindedly putting on his four-way flashers, pulling off onto the side of the road. "y/n, i'm so sorry, i didn't see the pothole," he pushes the car into park, looking over as you open up the car door and stepping on the grassy open area. 

  you feel tears build in the corner of your eyes. pain sending throbbing sensations throughout your head, blood smeared along your hand. the grass just barely brushes against your ankles, wind whipping past your ears and running through your hair. "here, let me look at it," kageyama jogs around the car to reach you.

  "tobio, it's alright, i got it covered," you shake your head, staring off into the tree line.

  kageyama's eyebrows furrow, the corners of his lips turning downwards into a frown. "just let me look, i've gotten enough torn lips in volleyball," he reaches out to your arm, hand hovering under your elbow, yearning to be close to you.

  "sorry, fine.. okay," you turn towards him, unable to keep your gaze on his for any longer than a few seconds.

  his fingers gentle hold up your chin, eyes squinting as they inspect your wound. there’s not much there besides a split in your lip with blood trickling out of it, growing slower with time. he purses his lips, raising his thumb up to wipe away the blood. you can feel your heart rate rising as he does so, feeling the same giddy feelings you felt the first time he kissed you, even when you feel you should be angry.

  kageyama looks towards your eyes, waiting patiently for yours to meet his. “i’m sorry, i didn’t meant to do this. and i never wanted to make you upset,” he can feel his stress melt away as soon as he sees your beautiful eyes staring back at him, acknowledging him.

  “i know, i just wish we could be more spontaneous. this is our first road trip together, i want to stop at the random pit stops, grab gas station snacks that are so unhealthy. i know that spontaneity is not your strong suit, and i accept that, i was just hoping this once that you would at least try,” you reach your hand up, grabbing his to remove it from your chin. 

  your hand wraps around his so naturally, fingers intertwining until his thumb runs circles into the back of your hand. kageyama nods, taking in everything you’re saying. “okay, i can do that. and can you please just talk to me instead of turning away? i can’t understand you if you don’t let me try,” his eyebrows drop, turning upwards as his lips turn into an apologetic frown.

  “yeah, i’m sorry about that, we wouldn’t even be stopped like this if i hadn’t done that,” you shrug your shoulders, still feeling your lip burning from the pain.

  kageyama shakes his head, a smile finally forming on his lips. wrapping his free hand around your waist, he leans in to give you a soft kiss, careful to not bruise your lip any further.

HELLO WYR !!! i love the theme its so cutesy and perfect for spring :3

HI YUN!! thank u thank u :D i love a little spring theme

thank you lynx!! 🗣️ oh i love tropes so much

kiyoko shimizu (my wife)

- friends to lovers - messy meet - college au

tags: @sahrberrii, @lale-txt, @causenessus, @dumdogs, @3p1logu3

tag game!!

reblog with one of your fictional (or real/celebrity!!) crushes and your top three favorite tropes/dynamics when reading fanfiction (x reader or chara x chara) about them! i’ll go first:

oikawa tōru

・ college au

・popular x popular

・exes to lovers

tags: @xoxochb @x3nafix @inkstainsonmysheets @haeerizm @shootingstargirl2001 @shyandsweetbunny2 @inmyheaddd @mrsarnold @catchmeonyourceiling @foxed-and-frazzled @aezuria @je-suis-indesicive @dollevve + anyone else who would like to participate!!

if you want to join the general taglist say ‘i’ or smth

kiyoko would top me but in a non sexual type of way

˚✶ * wake up call w/ kuroo or you fall asleep at the office overnight

m.list / wc: 670

    every morning kuroo is the first one in the office. it’s not that he’s motivated to get there early, it’s just what he’s found works for him. he’ll turn on every light, hoping and praying someday they’ll buy motion activated lights. he starts the coffee pot, typically with a lighter roast because he knows the majority of the office prefers it that way. and it gives him plenty of time to let him off early in the evenings. 

  what he didn’t expect this particular morning is entering the office to the lights still on. puzzled, he carries through the many cubicles to reach his own, noticing the coffee pot filled with day old coffee. furrowing his eyebrows, he looks around the office, expecting someone else to have come in early.

  the cubicles are all empty, only small tokens of memorabilia linger within. photos or trinkets give each one a specific personality that kuroo can project onto. as he nearly passes the last cubicle without a thought, he steps back, looking down at your sleeping figure. your back rises and falls slowly with each breath. his heart skips a beat as he sees your lips slightly parted, head resting against your arms.

  your arms garner goosebumps, skin free due to the summer’s daytime temperatures. clenching his jaw, he pulls off his suit jacket, resting it on your shoulders and back. unsure what to do next, he looks up at the clock. thirty minutes until the rest of the office gets in. pursing his lips, kuroo begins to devise a plan to successfully save either of you from any embarrassment. 

  he starts with the coffee pot, making sure to quickly clean it and set it to start back up for the morning. kuroo then scours the fridge for any leftovers that you could eat to wake yourself up with. a lone yogurt rests within the condiments and occasional opened pickle jars. letting out a sigh, he grabs the yogurt and a spoon. 

  kuroo stands outside of your cubicle, unsure of what’s the best way to wake you up. he’s heard the saying that you should never wake a sleep walking person, however, he’s never quite known what to do with a regular sleeping person. at first he pokes your shoulder, only earning a pitiful groan. then he shakes your shoulder, hand resting like a proud father after a winning home run. 

  none of it seems to work, so he reverts back to what he knows best. he kneels down beside you, mustering only a quiet voice at first, afraid someone may walk in, “l/n.. y/n.. you slept at the office and people are coming in soon…”

  you begin to stir at the sound of his voice, eyes flickering open. “y/n, you fell asleep at the office-”

  “shit! no one else is here right? god i’m so stupid,” your eyes widen, fully taking in the words that kuroo was spewing at you, arms stretching outwards.

  his jacket nearly falls off of your shoulders, however, your hands move quickly to pull it back upwards. kuroo shakes his head as he sets down the yogurt, standing up as he does so. “yeah it’s just us. i just know there are nights that end a little later.. but i have coffee and yogurt so you can wake up some. maybe freshen up or something- sorry just trying to help.”

  your nose crinkles as you think about him seeing you sprawled out and possibly drooling. “thank you kuroo, wow this is embarrassing. i wish you could’ve never seen me like this,” you reach for the jacket again, finally seeing him without his, quickly realizing what’s resting on your shoulders.

  kuroo shrugs, knowing he can’t tell you that you looked gorgeous like that. knowing that you’d always look great to him and he’d never be able to do anything about it. “it’s fine, besides, i won’t tell a soul. my lips are metaphorically sealed. now, would you like a cup of coffee before they get here?”

taglist: @nnnyxie @sippn-the-tae @silkloom @megapteraurelia @dazqa @lale-txt @solzscribblez @bluemailhiot @hyunteru @kameyyy @oleander-cup

wyr !! you can tag this acc now ;3 (you don't have to answer this 🤍)

my bad!! adding you now 🫶 ilysm

˚✶ * first date w/ atsumu

m.list / wc: 770

    he shoves his hand into his back pocket, fishing for his keys. they clang together as he pulls them out. reaching up to the door's handle, it struggles to properly get into the keyhole. "sorry, this thing is always fidgety," atsumu looks back at you, a goofy smile gracing his lips, hair flopping to the side.

  "mine's probably worst," shrugging your shoulders, you lean against the narrow hallway's wall, attempting a reassuring smile.

  the apartment building looks unassuming from the outside. old bricks are covered in moss and vining plants, the landscaping needing some attention for the spring season. however, the inside was beautiful. old trinkets fill the main floor, welcoming and nostalgic. as you walk down his floor's hallways, you can see the care given to the interior.

  the wood floor is miraculously clean, the walls a simple beige, yet still spotless. "your apartment building is lovely," you comment, watching as he finally turns the key, unlocking the door.

  "thank you, if it wasn't i would've felt even worse for dragging you in here," he says as he pushes open the door, pushing a pair of shoes aside that he accidentally left in the way.

  biting your lip, you begin to expect the worst. a pair of socks draped across the countertops, food left on the coffee table with a can of some kind of soda. and yet he surprises you again, leading you into a clean and fresh living room. decor is placed seamlessly, serious thought put into every piece of furniture he has. 

  looking back at you, he reaches his hand up to scratch the back his neck, clearly feeling nervous. "bathroom is right there, i think my wallet's in my bedroom, so it might be a second.. just uh make yourself at home," atsumu purses his lips, turning on his heels to walk down the short corridor to his room.

  watching as he leaves, you hope that the tension will dissipate. he seems nice, respectful in his actions. and you know your friend wouldn't steer you wrong, but she also never told you much about him. other than his history with different sports, you opted to not look him up, give him a chance at a great first impression. 

  finally taking a moment to breath, you turn to look around his living room. his tv is propped up on an old fireplace, clearly not being used for the season. bookshelves sit off to the side, filled with many featuring volleyball themes. trinkets are filling any empty spaces within, a highlighted one being what looks like an old pair of running shoes. 

  biting the inside of your cheek, you start to wonder if this could err on the side of snooping. nearly about to stop as you hear him close what sounds like the last drawer, you see a short wall filled with surfing posters. all framed, some featuring newspaper clipping. his name in bold letters draws your attention, "atsumu miya heading to the olympics". 

  it didn't take long for you to realize that by 'past experience with sports' was an understatement. leaning towards them, you read some of the body of the content. they preach his innovative surfing style, filled with techniques you had never heard of. "i'm sure you're curious about that," he walks into the room, wallet shoved in his front pocket.

  "oh- sorry, i didn't mean to snoop. i just saw this and kiyoko never mentioned you surfed," you look back at him, hands clasped behind your back, thumbs fidgeting.

  atsumu shrugs, looking up to the posters. "yeah, I really got into it between volleyball seasons, helped keep me prepped. haven't been back to the beach for a little bit now," you try not to pry too much, but you couldn't help but grow even more curious.

  "really? do you plan on going back someday?" you question, finally noticing how kind his eyes are.

  the skin crinkles beside his eyes as he smiles, clearly holding some passion for surfing still. his lips turn upwards, a brightness radiating off of him. "yeah, i'd like to. even if not professionally i'd love to go surfing again."

  "well maybe you can teach me then," you don’t quite realize what you’ve said, walking beside him as he starts walking towards the door.

  pausing for a second, you close your eyes, cursing yourself for even suggesting that. “sorry, i didn’t mean to insinuate anything,” you look over to him, catching up with his pace. 

  walking back with him towards his apartment's front door, he chuckles at your added comment. "no, it's alright, i like the idea of it."

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