(why Are You Still) Call(ing) Me Baby(?)

(why are you still) call(ing) me baby(?)

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pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a (jealous) loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, jealous kuroo, misunderstandings, ooc. dry humor kinda but idk. it's weird i'm weird.

word count: .8k

part one.

kuroo actively avoids you until his first break, at which point he's forced to sit near you.

"isn't that too big for you?" he asks when the silence gets comfortable enough. you shrug, tugging the jacket in question tighter around yourself.

"i dunno, they didn't have any spares in my size so they just gave me one of yours."

in that exact moment, kuroo has an epiphany. the world stops moving, and so many things change.

"you can keep it," he forces out with a (fake) cough. a large hand comes up to cover his mouth, but also the dark red blush on his cheeks. "i have like, four of them."

"thanks, baby!"

kuroo's heart does a weird little jump; he chokes on his water and makes an excuse about needing to go to the bathroom.

in the bathroom, he remembers the concept of box breathing. he is forever indebted to whoever discovered it. however, it does not help in the slightest when you accost him as soon as he prepares to go back to the court; there are some things you don't understand! kuroo, baby, you're the captain, so you should definitely help me out here!

he swears under his breath, yes i'm coming, what do you need?

you're pleasantly surprised and a little put off that the effect has worn off this fast. (actually, kuroo's thumb is digging into the palm of his hand, and he thinks he might suffocate.) not to mention, he hasn't picked up any of the (admittedly too-subtle) hints yes been dropping.

okay, next course of action.

"wait, kuroo—"

"yeah?"

"i just realised that, um, yeah you're the captain so it's best to ask you, but also you're the captain, so i'm sure you're suuuuper busy!"

you don't let him get another word in, flitting over to kenma, who's crouched down on the floor, and start talking to him, and your heads are so close together.

kenma is his best friend. he should not dislike kenma. he should not feel jealous of kenma. yet right now, that's exactly what he's doing, exactly what he's feeling. kuroo grits his teeth and pries his eyes away from where they've been burning holes into the back of kenma's head.

"damn, he looked away?" kenma.

"yeah, i guess he doesn't really like me as much as you thought," you sigh.

"stupid, that's not true."

"but—"

you're interrupted by the sound of a volleyball slamming onto the ground. it's louder than any of the ones you've heard before, and slightly terrifying to experience up close.

"woah, kuroo, that was a mean spike!" yamamoto looks excited, but kuroo seems more annoyed than pleased by his success.

"it's fine," he responds sourly. "could be better."

but his junior doesn't seem to notice, coming up to kuroo with a pumped up grin. "no, dude, seriously—"

"i get it!" he snaps. "i don't care."

yamamoto blinks, then slowly backs away. "oh, okay..."

kenma looks away to shield his face from kuroo's eyes, and subsequently to hide the evil smile that's stretching across his face. "see? he's mad."

"maybe he's just annoyed because i'm annoying!"

"you're fucking delusional."

you smile fondly at him, ignoring the insult after years of getting used to them. but that's from your point of view. what kuroo in his deluded haze of jealousy sees is completely different — why are you and kenma so close all of a sudden? and kenma knows he likes you! how could he?

kenma pats your shoulder and gets up, walking towards kuroo with a wry but self-satisfied smirk. kuroo begins to think of ways he can kill kenma and then himself with the ball in his hands as fast as he can. unfortunately, his best friend (and worst enemy) makes it to his side uninjured.

"what's gotten you so pissed off today?"

"nothing, i'm fine," he replies through gritted teeth. it is very obvious that he is in fact, not fine at all. hate permeates him to the core, hands gripping the volleyball like he'll die if he lets go.

kenma snickers, noticing kuroo's glare and white knuckles. "jealous?"

"of course not." one of his eyes begins to twitch; he stares straight ahead and refuses to look at kenma.

he hears a sardonic laugh beside him. "stupid, we were talking about you."

"as if." kuroo's given up on trying to deny anything anymore, but he's still mad.

"no, really," kenma replies. kuroo turns to him with a surprised frown, and kenma shrugs. "so stop being weird, or whatever, kuro."

uncharacteristically, he also pokes kuroo's side; once he sees the venomous look in his eyes he takes off running, videogame console clutched tightly in his hands.

sitting beside lev, you watch the two of them run in circles around the court. a notepad rests in your lap, and you bite the top of your pen thoughtfully. "i dunno, lev, that didn't seem to work either."

"maybe it's time for a new plan," he suggests.

"yeah, maybe."

author's note :: mid writing much apologies <3 written series r insane i like. havent done one in almost a year (yuji x reader u will always be,, something to me). mm kuroo mmfghh jealous kuroo mmmmmfhghhfhgfh jealous and ANGRY kuroo he's so. i would let him. yk.

@chososcamgirl @stillnotherapy gc poops hi <3

kinich x fem reader ! celebrity au, .9k words PLUS exes to lovers, swearing, suggestive jokes + implied nsfw ( ? scene transitions from their conversation to "the morning after")

it's at a high-profile red carpet that you see him again — at least in person. kinich, two and a half years older, and much more mature, but exactly the same otherwise. there's even that stupid signature smile of his, lazy and smug, plastered onto his face as usual. you'd loved it once; now you despise it. or so you've tried to convince yourself.

he's not wearing anything spectacular, a dark unbuttoned suit and matching dress pants and a white shirt that deliciously accentuates the broadness of his chest. somehow he still manages to effortlessly knock the breath right out of your chest — and even more so when you notice the colour of his tie; it matches your outfit perfectly.

in the back of your mind, you know this has something to do with your mutual friends, but you can't be bothered to worry about that right now. not when he's grinning down at you, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for you to break the silence.

you jut your chin up defiantly; not today, kinich. he tilts his head to one side curiously, shit-eating grin widening. your lips purse; he blinks. it's getting awkward now — he's so annoying. you scoff angrily, and kinich has won.

"what?"

"what what?" you feel a sudden stab of pain — you've missed his voice.

"what do you want?" you get out through gritted teeth.

kinich is good at what he does, always has been. he's never been the type to hesitate, always straight to the point. now, too, it does not change. "come back with me tonight."

your first response should be something related to the fact that the two of you broke up for a reason. that going back right now will be suicide. but instead...

"what about her?" you hiss, jerking your head in the direction of (you hope) his hotel. a thoughtless gesture, asking about the woman he's been seen with after your very public breakup.

he laughs. "that? it was just publicity, darling. she means nothing to me."

then, softer: "please, i've missed you every single day since then; it's only ever been you."

"prove it."

never one to back down from a challenge, he leans in closer to you. "how 'bout i show you in my hotel room?"

smooth. aloud, you acknowledge it as such, too, but still. "really, kinich?"

"if you want, i'm sure we can find some privacy here," he teases.

you grimace, nose crinkling up cutely. "how do you know i even want this? what if i don't want anything to do with you?"

there is suddenly an air of triumph about him; you realise that you have made a big mistake.

"my love, those questions just confirmed it."

the unfamiliar nickname makes you bristle, but it's surprisingly not unwelcome.

he waits for your confirmation, and well?

(you end up in his bed anyways, so your answer should be pretty clear.)

you wake up in an empty bed; if he's intended for this to be a one night thing, you're going to murder him, you think. he walks back into the room a second after that, though, and now you're chewing on the inside of your cheek because of the very noticeable lack of a shirt on him.

"baby, we've gone viral," he grins.

"again? kinich, you suck!"

"that's not what you said last night when—"

"okay!" you cut him off. "shut up, i get it!"

he tosses his phone to you, where a video's playing, captioned: deaf woman lipreads conversation between kinich and y/n at the red carpet.

"oh god," you groan as it begins to play. one side of the bed sinks down as kinich climbs in next to you. his arm wraps around you as he pulls you into him; you nestle into his side and it's painfully familiar. you've missed him more than you thought.

"let me watch, i haven't finished it yet."

the woman on the screen begins to speak into the microphone she's holding up. so, kinich starts speaking. he wants them to go back to his hotel, but she's asking about a "her", who's probably chasca, AKA his ex. he says it was for publicity, and ooh— he just called her "darling"! he says it's only ever been y/n... woah... she's not buying it, she's asking him to prove it. he says he'll prove it at his place, wow, that was smooth, that's what she said, by the way, not me! she's still not impressed, now he's talking about finding somewhere private here, like at the event! i think he's joking, though, oh my gosh, he just called her "my love"! that's so cute—

you pause the video. "can she stop talking for a sec? this is so annoying!"

"i know, right?" he agrees. "can't even talk to my girl without some freak on the internet trying to listen in."

my— his— oh. your brain short circuits. "kinich."

"hmm?" he's not paying attention, leisurely tracing hearts onto your hipbone.

"what are we?"

he gets up, readjusts the two of you so your eyes. "married soon— i mean, in a relationship again, at least. be honest, don't you think we could try again? we've changed enough, i think."

"well, yeah, i guess. we were both stupid back then."

"we still are now," you correct him; kinich is not amused.

"you didn't answer my question, can we try again?"

"i think we can," you nod thoughtfully. "but what if it ends the way it did before?"

"naaah, it won't end at all," he laughs, and then he leans down to kiss you.

FIN

author's note :: this has been eating my brain for the past 48ish hours here u go xoxo lina

ps kinich come home im at 70 pity

i love men that are submissive in a knight to their princess kinda way

Ahoy heartie! today I docked at school earlier than usual so I decided t' read the manga I be into right now 'n suddenly.. a lad came up from behind me.. 'N JABBED ME? I did a weird bend 'CAUSE IT TICKLED ME 'n he walked away.. THEN HE CAME BACK 'N DID IT AGAIN 'n asked me wha' I be readin'.. SO I TOLD HIM. 'n his face dropped.. I reckon it's 'cause it's romance BUT AYE YER LOST!

(I'm in a pirate mood.. heh call me one of the pirates of the caribbean!! get it?!? bc im.. caribbean.. pls laugh)

ahoy heartie! glad ye're here!! how be ye doin'? imagine gettin' t' school early, couldn't be me! dat lad sounds so annoyin' first o' all, but like go poppet read yer manga! anyways if he wanted t' know he could've jus' asked the first time wtflop. well personally i reckon romance be nice 'n maties shall get into it too cuz they be so borin'!!!!!

(i used a TRANSLATOR for this. also yes.. i laughed...)

kinich (genshin impact) x gn reader + pet names + ajaw cameo no warnings <3

"kinich."

"sweetheart."

"get down from the tree, kinich."

"you're supposed to be asleep."

you don't respond; he swings down from the tree and repeats his words. again, you don't answer, and there's a slight tinge of pink across your cheeks. you look away, refusing to meet his eyes and his normally relaxed gaze widens.

"you don't say—"

"shut up!"

"i mean, if you missed me that much." kinich's face doesn't change, but there's an annoying amused lilt to his tone. "here, i'll take you home."

you shake your head obstinately. "and then what? you'll leave me all alone and come to hang out with your— your stupid tree and ajaw!"

"my— what?" an incredulous laugh bubbles out of him, and he takes ahold of your wrist gently. "sweetheart, i think you're just feeling cranky. because you're, y'know, not sleeping?"

"i am sleeping!"

he fixes you with another uncomfortably long, disbelieving stare before you finally give up. "okay, yes, maybe i've been sleeping a little less—"

"too less. we're going home, stat. or i can sic ajaw on you, your choice."

"foolish creatures, as if i, the great k'uhul ajaw—"

kinich looks up, snaps his fingers. "ajaw, timeout."

ajaw disappears with an anguished yell, leaving the two of you alone again.

"so? your choice." he holds out a hand towards you, and you begrudgingly step closer to him.

"only if you stay with me."

apparently, the well-known huitzlan saurian hunter, kinich, has not been out and about as much as he usually is. he's also been taking less jobs, how uncharacteristic of him! as weird as it sounds, apparently it has something to do with staying home and sleeping.

>> sleep deprivation really hitting w/ this one xoxo lina ps everything's short rn i know but i have like. 3.5 longer ones in the works.

thinking about tailor!nanami …. suggestive!

you’re tasting coffee on his lips while he hopes they aren’t chapped. such a gentleman—isn’t he? even when he’s breaking the rules.

getting frisky in the dressing room wasn’t how he expected today to go. especially when you called the boutique at three, requesting “anyone but nanami” to fit your shirt for you. but he wasn’t complaining. you whisked him away after his coworker took your clothes. sure, it’s cramped and dim. but even if he had something to say, you were keeping him busy.

his hand slides up, lingering on your inner thigh, where your skin meets his. kento’s arms fell asleep a long time ago, yet now they move on their own. the hushed talks on the other side of the wall fail to reach his ears.

with a glow that definitely wasn’t there before, you smile up at him as he stares down.

“ken, you’ll fix my dress tomorrow too, won’t you?”

the customer is always right.

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