I Say We Need More Reddit Style Smaus SO SUE ME

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msby!atsumu x reader Atsumu is quick to act when a misleading photograph of him and you (the Jackals' nutritionist) gets published. But soon enough, he starts to regret it. Some would tell him that he's made his bed, and that he needs to lie in it. Atsumu's not so sure. He decides to ask the internet. It's only too happy to help.

a/n: a cute, silly little fic for my fav fake blond. probably one chapter weekly?

Chapters

Intro

One

Two

Three

Four

💖 bonus chapter

💖 end notes

YOU SOOO DID HIM JUSTICE LIKE WHY AM I BLUSHING RN

CONGRATS ON 100 JULES 😚🫶 so so so happy for you mwah

for your event, how about ice cream and pillow fight?

all the love, ro! <3

LAZY MORNINGS (FT. KUROO TETSURŌ)

ice cream → kuroo tetsurō

pillow fight → lazy mornings

synopsis: the relaxing morning you share after kuroo arrives back home from the airport. post-timeskip, pre-established relationship, fluff

word count: 975

your favorite days are the ones kuroo comes home.

because of his job, he is often on the road. you don’t mind; he is doing what he loves and is pretty darn good at it. but you miss him sometimes. you used to always ask him to tell you when he was flying back to japan--even if it was just for a little while--so you could meet him at the airport and you could go out for his favorite salt-grilled pacific saury. but recently he’s started surprising you; sometimes in the evening you’ll hear a knock at your door and it’s him, or you’ll wake up in the morning with him snoring next to you. when this happens, your heart will always skip a beat before you fully comprehend that it’s him, he’s here. and even though he’ll have to leave again soon, he’s here with you right now.

yesterday was one of those days. right at dinnertime, when you were feeling a little too lazy to cook and was seriously considering just ordering takeout, you heard a knock on the door. you opened it and it was him, him with his suitcase, bundled up in a jacket to brave the cold air of the plane, a fresh bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag of your favorite takeout in the other, tired but still grinning that cheshire-cat smile you’d grown to love.

you gasped and leapt into his arms. he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you too. “hey baby,” he said softly. “did you make dinner? i ordered you takeout on my way here in case you wanted some.”

gosh, he knew you so well. he gently walked you back into your house, handing you the roses and setting the takeout on the living room table. “i wanted to surprise you,” he said--which is what he always says when he randomly shows up at your door. “i got you so much stuff from france--macarons, eiffel tower keychains, a beret. . .”

you pulled him down beside you onto the couch. “stay here and just let me look at you.” it was half a demand and half a plea.

he smiled gently. “i would, but i’m dirty from the airport. let me go shower, baby, and then we’ll pop on a movie, okay? besides, you’ll get me for a lot longer this time--i’m staying in japan for the next few months.”

you started tearing up then. your kuroo, by your side for the next few months? you could hardly believe it. this was why your favorite days involved him coming home.

actually, you take that back. your favorite days are the ones after kuroo comes home.

today is saturday, which is good because you both get to relax for two whole days before you have to go to work. you wake up to shining sun rays on your face, birds chirping outside your window, and a heavy weight--which you now recognize as kuroo’s arm--splayed across you.

he’s still asleep. a glance at the clock tells you it’s ten. you breathe deeply, taking in kuroo’s familiar scent. he’s snoring lightly, eyes closed peacefully. you run your hand through his hair mindlessly.

he slowly cracks one eye open. “hey, baby,” he says groggily (in that sleepy voice that’s half cute and half hot).

“hey,” you whisper. “did you sleep well?”

he hums. he’s always jet-lagged, a consequence of travelling all over the world. “what time is it?”

“ten,” you say. “we have time.” the days after he comes home are usually spent like this unless you have work; you lay in bed together for hours until one of you has to pee or you get hungry.

he smiles sleepily. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too.” you smiled at him. “but now you get to stay with me for at least until december. where are you going next?”

he frowns. “don’t wanna think about that,” he admits, burying his face in your neck. “just wanna hold you.”

you suppress a smile. “dork,” you mutter.

he grunts out a protest, the sound muffled into your skin. you stay in that position for several minutes. you hear kuroo eventually fall back asleep, and he snores for another hour before waking up. you’ve managed to push him off of you and go to the bathroom to freshen up; now you’re sitting peacefully in bed reading a book. as soon as you had gotten back from the bathroom, kuroo’s arm had found its way back around your waist.

he groans a little before fully opening his eyes. “i like this,” he murmurs. “relaxing. i don’t usually get to spend time in bed, you know.”

you nod sympathetically. “we’ll take it easy today,” you assure him. “staying in, movies, maybe takeout again. . .” as your mind drifts to which restaurant you want to order today, your stomach growls.

kuroo fights back a snort--this man stuns you sometimes, he’s in his twenties and sometimes still has the emotional maturity of a ten year old. “are you hungry?” he asks.

“a little,” you admit, your face flushing.

he brushes a lock of your hair out of your eyes. “i’ll make breakfast,” he whispers. “what are we feeling?”

you hum thoughtfully. “the tetsu special?”

the “tetsu special”--kuroo had named it--included stack of pancakes piled high with strawberries and whipped cream, a side of bacon, and a bowl of scrambled eggs. you don’t know how he does it--maybe it’s that chemistry knowledge kicking in--but kuroo’s pretty darn good at cooking, especially when he can make the pancakes from a box mix.

“sure.” kuroo stretches and rolls himself out of bed. “coming right up. you just stay here in bed, baby. i’m taking care of you today.” he winks at you.

you hide your blush behind your book. yeah. yeah, these lazy mornings are your favorite days.

A/N: oh my goodness guys, first event request is out! i'm sorry i'm sorry i hoped to get on these faster but i just now had a stroke of inspiration . . . thank you sm for requesting ro and i hope i did kuroo justice!

FUCKING FINALLY 🍾🎉🎊

somebody please make an edit of kuroo to frank ocean’s american wedding i’m begging on my hands and knees please

charli xcx on girl, so confusing:

do i save up my money for textbooks or do i buy a kuroo look up figure IDK!!! 😂🙏🙏🙏

i need this shirt i need it i need need need it