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stranger danger: drug lord!kuroo x detective!alisa (kurolisa)

drug lord!kuroo x detective!alisa

genres: fluff, angst, some police/detective stuff (suspense, action), sprinkle of smut word count: 7,300+ a/n: i believe it’s my first time to write something with suspense and action in it omg? so this is quite new for me lol 😅 😂 hope you like it!

alisa haiba is a detective who belongs to a small team tasked to apprehend kuroo tetsurou, the city’s rumored most notorious drug lord.

they need a cold hard proof to arrest him. he has to be caught red-handed. they’ve been investigating and watching him for almost half a year now. they so badly want to put a tracker in his cars but they can’t do it without warrant, and they don’t have enough basis to get one. they’ve tried wiretapping him but it yielded nothing. so all they could do is watch him.

as much as they hate to admit it, he’s really good at hiding his crimes and leading a seemingly normal life.

this seemingly normal life consists of working as an owner of multiple properties rented by companies, bar-hopping and partying hard almost every night, going to the gym, watching and participating in drag races, and being with a different girl every week. he’s your typical hot and rich guy who every girl thirsts for.

except alisa. all she wants is to arrest him and end his drug business, which is the main contributor in the city’s increase of drug use.

it comes to a point wherein alisa volunteers to go undercover herself in order to get close to kuroo and become a part of his circle. she believes that watching from afar is not enough, she needs to go to him.

her team was surprised with her idea, but they’re open to it. however, one of them, osamu, is against this.

alisa explains her plan: she’ll jumpstart the operation at night. she’ll go to the bar where kuroo will be. attract his attention, engage in conversation, and get to know him so that she’ll be his girl of the week or so. she’ll keep the act until he likes and trusts her enough to take her home to his penthouse, even better if he also takes her to his office because that’s where documents pertaining to his drug deals would most likely be located.

as her final argument to get her team’s approval, alisa states the obvious fact that she’s the only female in the team, so she has to be (and is only) the one to do this.

she also mentions how they already know kuroo’s ideal girl, given how much time they invested in watching him and his daily life. getting his attention will be a piece of cake, maintaining it will be a bit more difficult, but ultimately, the goal is to obtain cold hard proof.

osamu is silent for a moment, but given that everyone else has already agreed and alisa very much wants to do this, he relents.

the night of the start of the undercover mission has arrived. a few days ago, the team leader assigned osamu as alisa’s back-up and main point of contact as she goes undercover for the entirety of the operation, since the rest of the small team have other cases to work on.

alisa, clad in a short golden sparkly dress, comes out of her bedroom. osamu is in awe as he has never seen alisa dress like this, not even during their police academy days wherein they studied and graduated together.

“ugh, this is a bit uncomfortable. but i guess i’ll get used to it.”

osamu stammers as he replies, “y-yeah, you will. don’t worry about it.”

“thanks, samu. this dress is the least of my worries. i need kuroo and i to be friends by the end of the night. no matter what.”

one of their teammates has been keeping an eye on kuroo for the whole day and informed them which night club kuroo was heading to.

alisa and osamu drove to said club. before alisa alights the car, osamu reminds her to call him if anything remotely dangerous happens.

alisa enters the crowded and loud club and easily spots kuroo in the VIP section. she walks to the bartender nearest to kuroo to order a drink. as she waits for her order, alisa is unaware that she already caught the guy’s attention, with kuroo staring at her.

“is it your first time here?” kuroo says as he slides next to her at the bar. alisa didn’t expect to catch his eye this quickly. she congratulates herself in her mind, realizing that knowing kuroo’s ideal type after watching him for months is now paying off.

“uhm, yes! you’re right. it’s my first time here. how did you know?” alisa replies, speaking in a more girly tone.

“because this is my favorite club and i’m here almost every night, and it’s my first time to see your gorgeous face here, so i was guessing that you must be new. glad i was right.” kuroo says in a sultry voice with a smirk.

your drink arrives and kuroo tells the bartender, who he seems to be friends with, that he’s paying for your drink.

you thank kuroo and that’s where it all begins. he leaves the other girls he was originally with and focuses on talking to alisa.

“i’m kuroo tetsuro, by the way.” he says as he offers a handshake.

“i’m ali.” alisa smiles and takes the handshake. however, kuroo takes her by surprise as he kisses her hand instead. alisa giggles at this as she thought it’s the reaction kuroo would want.

“what do you do, ali? did you just move here recently and is now a new resident?”

“i’ve always been from tokyo, just not this part of the city. i work as an english teacher.”

“nice, i hope you can teach me one day.” kuroo flirts, earning a chuckle from alisa.

“how about you? you look affluent.”

“oh, not really. i’m just the owner of this building and few of the other buildings in this part of the city.”

“wow. that must be nice. so you just get to go in here anytime for free?”

“i guess so” kuroo smirks before downing a shot of tequila.

they’ve been talking for an hour now. it was nearing 2am and kuroo asks alisa if she wants to go to a hotel with him. alisa is taken aback, she didn’t expect kuroo to want to sleep with her already since it’s just their first meeting.

kuroo senses her hesitation and quickly takes the invitation back, “oh, no problem if you don’t want. it’s fine. i understand.”

alisa, scared that she might lose kuroo’s interest and attention, played hard to get and improvised a response, “it’s not that i don’t want. it’s just that, i wish i could spend more time and know more about you first.” alisa uses the ever-reliable puppy-eyes technique, and it seems to work.

“you want to go on a date?” kuroo asks excitingly

“yep! is that okay with y-”

“sure! i would love that. i don’t wanna scare a lovely girl like you.”

alisa giggles and flirts back, “thanks, kuroo. that’s gentlemanly of you, i guess?”

the two exchange numbers and scheduled a date two days from now.

by the time alisa and kuroo part ways, alisa was extremely emotionally drained. she never liked bad boys who are overly confident and flirty so she always avoided them.

but everything went well and she squealed in excitement before heading to osamu who was waiting outside the car.

first day of the mission: success.

their second encounter takes up the whole day. after having breakfast together at a famous brunch place that kuroo chose for them, they go to see a movie. after they get lunch at a restaurant overlooking the city, kuroo takes alisa to his favorite indoor archery facility to show off how good of an archer he is and also to teach alisa how to do it properly. alisa knew about this hobby of his because of their investigations, but she didn’t expect that he would bring her there and teach her. they ended their date with a dinner in his yacht.

“how was it? did you have fun? i hope you enjoyed.” kuroo said with a smile and a hint of nervousness, which alisa found endearing. she caught herself as soon as she realized that, though.

“yes! didn’t know archery could be so fun and quite easy. i think i just found a new hobby.”

“that’s great to hear, ali. i really prepared for this date, y'know?” he said with a smirk, all nervousness gone with alisa’s positive response.

“and i appreciate it, kuroo. thank you.”

“so, today i’ve showed you some of the things i enjoy because you said you wanted to get to know me better. now, it’s your turn.”

“huh?” alisa stops from eating, confused.

“i mean, i want to you to show me your hobbies, the things you enjoy. i want to try doing them with you for our next date.”

“oh, that’s what you mean.” alisa chuckles. “is he actually serious about getting to know me? but wanting to do my hobbies with me is kinda sweet, tho.” she thought to herself before clearing her throat.

“what makes you think there’ll be a next date?” alisa teases as she goes back to her food.

kuroo goes silent for a tad bit too long and alisa looks at him, amused at his face that reminds her of the surprised pikachu face meme.

“i’m just kidding! sure, i’ll plan the next date. brace yourself, kuroo.”

“oh, i will.”

the next day at the police station, alisa spends much of her morning scouring the internet for activities that couples usually enjoy. she’s having a hard time selecting which ones to do with kuroo and at the back of her mind, alisa is getting a bit sad as she realizes how non-existent her love life has been since she entered the police academy. the moment she got admitted to the school, she told herself to focus on studying and career. no boyfriends. and now she feels like she’s paying the price because how could she have no idea of dating activities at all?

“why don’t you just actually do something that you enjoy?” her boss suggests. alisa looks at him, puzzled.

“even though you’re a workaholic, you do have actual hobbies, right?”

“hmm… i love baking on the weekends where i still have energy left.”

“there you go. go bake some stuff with him or something.” he says before his attention is called by a more important matter.

and with that, alisa signs her and kuroo up for a baking class she found online.

the day of the class comes and alisa is inexplicably antsy as she waits for kuroo outside the building. she’s feeling excited, nervous, and anxious all at the same time and she doesn’t know why.

kuroo calls out to her with a wide smile and for some reason, she suddenly feels at ease.

after the teacher introduces herself and informs the class that they will be baking salted caramel cheesecake together with their partner, kuroo whispers to alisa, “i’m scared that i might fuck this up and you won’t get to enjoy this date.”

“what?”

“i’ve never baked anything in my entire life, ali.” kuroo says in an exasperated tone and a slight pout.

“aww, that’s okay!” alisa laughs as she comforts him. that’s why we have the teacher. she’ll explain the steps and we just have to listen and follow.“

the class takes up the entire afternoon and in that entire time, alisa finds herself genuinely enjoying the activity and kuroo’s presence. she loves how funny he is and it also amuses her to watch a muscular man bake clumsily.

after the cake is ready to eat, kuroo gets a chunk of it and feeds it to alisa. alisa does the same to him and they’re both in awe of how delicious their cake is, especially kuroo. "damn, we made this? i helped in making this fucking delicious cake???”

“yes, kuroo, you did.”

“your smile is as sweet as this cake, ali.”

“shut up.”

just like this, kuroo and alisa spends the next six months dating, alternating which one of them would plan the date. and with every encounter, the more they spend time together and unravel each other’s layers, the more alisa enjoys kuroo’s company.

osamu, despite being told that he doesn’t need to watch and follow alisa anymore as her back-up, watches from afar, and he doesn’t like what he’s seeing. whenever he gets the chance, he always reminds alisa that this is a mission and what kind of man kuroo is. alisa replies with irritation, reminding him that she’s the one who came up with this plan.

another thing that’s been bothering alisa is that she has been trying to avoid sleeping with kuroo as much as she can, but she’s getting the impression that kuroo is starting to get a tiny bit frustrated. he’s been very understanding and patient all this time, but alisa remembers that a man has carnal needs and these needs have to be addressed. then she realizes that she has been feeling these needs lately as well. unbeknownst to anyone, even to kuroo himself, is that he has ignited a fire in her that has been dormant for a while now. she just feels different, lusty, when she’s with him.

and so to keep this whole thing going and to also satisfy each other, she finally obliges. she opens her legs to get him to open up and tell her his secrets.

eventually, kuroo invites alisa to move in to his home, which alisa considers as a milestone for her mission. she has now gained a significant amount of kuroo’s trust.

upon her arrival with her things, kuroo explains that he lives alone and just gets some cleaners to keep the place pristine every other day. as for his family, his parents have passed and he’s an only child. the real estate business he has now is an inheritance. alisa knows all of these already though, but gotta keep the act and pretend that it’s her first time to hear all of it.

days of living with kuroo go by and there are some days wherein alisa can’t help but enjoy the bliss of being with kuroo. there’s just something about the guy. he’s very charming and he makes her happy. but still, she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even to her teammates and osamu, and especially kuroo, but she’s nervous about this whole living together thing. she’s aware that this is her plan from the very start, but it still feels surreal to be in a seemingly committed relationship with the man you’re trying to put behind bars. lately, she’s been feeling a bit guilty about what she’s doing to kuroo. but then she repeats what osamu told her like a mantra, “this is a mission, we have a goal, kuroo is a bad guy.”

while kuroo sleeps one afternoon, alisa sneaks into his work room and tries to find any evidence that could help their mission to arrest him, but found nothing.

it’s always been like this recently. all her attempts to uncover a possible evidence from all around his house leads to failure. his phone has no password so she’s able to open it, which excited her at first. but alas, nothing suspicious is in the phone at all. alisa deduces that kuroo has a separate phone for his drug operations, which is expected. but she can’t find another phone nor has she ever seen kuroo using one.

during their team meeting a few days later, they expressed their frustration with the slow progress. seeing alisa disheartened by the poor team morale, the boss assured her that it’s not her fault. he’s a patient man and so he tells alisa to continue her cover in the meantime.

after the meeting, alisa is about to drive to her own apartment to get some more personal stuff to bring to kuroo’s place. but osamu volunteers to drive for her.

osamu has been very quiet and serious the entire trip. alisa notices but dismisses it as osamu being his usual quiet self.

upon arriving at her place, she goes straight to her room to get some clothes and other sanitary items.

“do you want to get dinner?” she asks as she goes out of the room

“you should abort this mission.” osamu said, looking down at the floor.

“samu, you know i can’t do that. this is my mission. i started it-”

“it’s dangerous!” this time, osamu looks her in the eye.

“he’s not dangerous when he’s with me.” alisa says in a soft voice.

“exactly. you’re getting too comfortable with him.” samu could no longer hide the pain in his eyes so he looks away and stands up from the chair. he’s in pain and he’s frustrated that alisa doesn’t understand that the danger he’s warning her about is not the usual life-or-death danger they deal with in their job. it’s the kind of danger where one falls for a person they’re not supposed to fall for.

“i know you’re just worried about me, samu. and i’m truly grateful. but no matter what you say, i will continue. i will see this through to the end. boss gave his approval earlier, you were there.”

osamu is unresponsive as he contemplates whether this is finally the time to tell alisa of his true feelings. maybe if he confesses that he’s worried about her not as a colleague or a friend but as a man who deeply loves her, she would be more understanding and change her mind. but he knows that’s impossible. he’s known all this time that alisa only sees him as a friend, as her best friend, to be precise. he’s aware of this and has been in the process of painfully accepting it.

“fine. just call me if you need anything.” osamu says before leaving, not sparing her a glance.

the next morning, with her revived determination from her boss’ approval and to prove osamu that she can do this, alisa is sharper than ever. she pretends to be asleep as kuroo wakes up at 6am, giving her a morning kiss. kuroo then washes his face and leaves the room.

just last night, kuroo told her that he’s only available in the afternoon today if ever she wants to go out. alisa asked where he’ll be in the morning and kuroo replied that he’ll go to the gym. kuroo does go to the gym regularly, but he’s been complaining about his painful hips just the other day, so his response was already suspicious for alisa. and so she decided to spy on him more closely this morning to see where he will be actually going.

she secretly follows him out of the room and she’s surprised that he goes straight to his work room instead of the kitchen to have breakfast.

she peers into the room and sees him crouch down to the lowest drawer under his desk. he stays there for a while and with the desk blocking her view, alisa is frustrated as she can’t see what exactly he’s doing. it’s been almost a minute when he stands back up and he’s holding a blue notebook that alisa has never seen before. he flips the first few pages and after landing on the one he’s looking for, he then turns to the bookshelf right behind him and pulls out a thick old-looking book. he opens it and retrieves a hidden phone. “so that’s where he’s hiding it.” alisa thinks to herself.

kuroo dials the number written on the notebook and after only one ring, the other person answers and kuroo only says “today, 9am” before hanging up. he doesn’t return the phone to its place and instead puts it in his brief case. seems like he will be using and taking the phone out of the house for the day.

afterwards, he bends down to the bottom drawer to return the blue notebook. when alisa sees that he’s about to exit the room, she quietly runs back to their bedroom.

after having a quick breakfast, kuroo enters the bathroom in their shared room to take a shower. alisa sprints to the work room to check the bottom drawer, but nothing is in it, just like the last time she checked it. she remembers that kuroo had it open for quite a long time earlier, so there must be a hidden compartment in it. she uses a pen to lift the corners and after pulling up the wooden panel, she sees the blue notebook. she quickly scans it to find a list of names, aliases, email addresses, contact numbers, and incomplete addresses. some of the names are familiar to alisa. that’s when she realizes that the names are those of drug pushers that her team is looking into as well. she instantly concludes that kuroo supplies to these elusive pushers and this list is one of the cold hard proofs to solidify his arrest. she also recalls a time wherein kuroo and her were talking about work and he mentioned how he’s scared of storing important or sensitive information digitally, as it might get hacked or lost in one way or another. alisa connects that statement to the fact that he has a physical list of the drug pushers’ contact details. kuroo doesn’t want these details to leak, so he’s keeping the perhaps only copy of it.

she intends to take a photo of every page but she’s scared that kuroo would find her missing from their bed. she quickly returns the notebook to where it was and runs fast to their room, jumping on the bed and pulling the blanket to cover her entirely. she quickly sends a short message to her team’s group chat instructing them to follow kuroo after he leaves the house. osamu, as her only back-up, replies quickly. with the rest of the team soon after.

she hears kuroo get out of the bathroom and quickly hides her phone under her pillow. kuroo then gently slides down her blanket to pepper her face with kisses. strangely, alisa feels a pang in her chest and a sting in her nose. this might just be the last time she feels those kisses. she disregards all of these feelings, though. the finish line is near now.

she eagerly awaits to hear the car engine go off and leave before she heads back to the work room. she finally retrieves the notebook and quickly goes to her own car. she calls her team and asks where kuroo is so she can follow him as well. all of this taking place and she’s still in pajamas.

eventually, alisa and the team concludes that the location where kuroo is heading is the place of his new building’s ongoing construction. that’s why his movements and destinations haven’t been suspicious, he’s blending his professional facade with his criminal life.

alisa parks her car far from where kuroo stopped his so he wouldn’t see her. she prefers to run to her team’s nearby van but she’s afraid that kuroo might see her and ruin the entire operation. instead, she takes her phone and binoculars and carefully got out of her car to go to a spot to hide while also watch kuroo talking to a man around the same age, looking like the usual businessman with his suit and tie.

they only talked for a short while until kuroo signals for a construction worker to approach them. the worker pushes a cart of around ten large sacks of cement. the businessman makes a small cut on top of the sack, feeling some of the powder in his hands and then smelling it. holy shit. some of the “cement” in this construction is actually drugs. with the businessman satisfied, he retrieved a couple of brief cases from his van. kuroo opened them and it’s visible to alisa and her team that it’s tons of cash.

for some reason, alisa felt like crying. this is it. the moment of cold hard proof they’ve been waiting for. but she’s not entirely happy. she has seen kuroo be a sweet, loving, and caring boyfriend for her all this time. this is the first time she actually sees him do something wrong. the rose-tinted glasses finally break, as it should. or to be more precise, these glasses should have never existed in the first place.

after kuroo secures the cases of cash and places them in his car, the sirens from all around start to blast and alisa’s team gets out of the van, pointing their guns at kuroo, his client, and the construction worker. the worker tries to run but was shot in the leg. with the sound of the gun shot, kuroo and his client know they cannot escape this.

alisa suddenly feels unwell, still sitting on the ground and just staring at it. osamu runs to her to comfort her.

alisa urges herself to look at kuroo with handcuffs, getting into the police car.

“don’t worry, he didn’t see you.” osamu tells her.

“there’s another evidence that i need to submit.”

“another?”

osamu helps alisa up and she musters all her strength to walk to her car to retrieve the notebook. “this is kuroo’s list of clients. all their contact details are in there. he hid it so well i wouldn’t have found it if i didn’t observe him this morning.”

“got that. boss is so happy and proud of you. all of us are, alisa. you did an outstanding job.”

alisa just gave a hesitant smile in response.

“my girlfriend… can i see her, please? i need to talk to her. please.” kuroo pleads to alisa’s boss in the interrogation room. it’s the first thing he ever said since his apprehension.

“we reached out to her right away after your arrest. she doesn’t want to see you.” the boss lies.

kuroo is astounded, but he can’t say that it’s unexpected. of course, his beloved ali is shocked and disappointed in him.

all of this unfolds right before alisa’s eyes as she’s in the other side of the interrogation room. osamu told her to just rest, but she refused. as she has said before, she needs to see this through.

kuroo is informed that his case won’t even go to trial because he’s caught in the act of hiding and selling drugs and getting paid for it, and also because of his possession and creation of the address book of drug pushers. he’ll have to serve seven years.

“fine. arrest me or whatever. i don’t care. i deserve it anyway.” he said weakly with a fake smile.

the boss leaves the room to get some papers and kuroo is left alone, with alisa watching him closely.

at this moment, kuroo’s eyes widened as if he realizes something.

the boss comes back with the papers and before he could tell kuroo the next steps, kuroo interrupted him.

“you mentioned about the address book, is it the blue notebook?”

“yes”

“how did you find it? where? when? i still used it just a couple of hours ago.”

the boss, alisa, and osamu are surprised by his questions.

“we found it in your house”

“who found it?”

with each question, kuroo sounds and looks colder

“us, of course”

“you found it too quickly. no one else knows where it was. no one. only me in this entire world. and if you rummaged through my house, my alarms would’ve set off and i’ll be notified in my phone. but i know there was no notification up to the moment you ambushed us. unless you found it in the past twenty minutes, which i know is impossible.” kuroo scoffed at the last statement, as if mocking the boss and the entire police force.

alisa’s boss is taken aback and he doesn’t get the chance to respond as kuroo continues.

“d…don’t tell me…” he covers his face with cuffed hands as he tries to stop his body from shaking, voice trembling.

alisa realizes what’s going on, and tears fell as she keeps her eyes on kuroo.

“if my alarms didn’t go off and you found the notebook this quickly, then the one who found it knew where it was and was inside the house.” kuroo says, showing his face once again.

“don’t tell me that my…. girlfriend is the one who found it, and she submitted it very quickly because she’s actually one of you.”

the boss just looked at him with a poker face, not willing to reveal anything. but his silence itself already did.

kuroo slowly turns his head to the one-way mirror, sensing that alisa might be there.

alisa could no longer hold back her sobs as she sees kuroo’s betrayed face filled with shock, hurt, and anger. she quickly gets out of the room with osamu following her.

“alisa-” “he knows, samu. he knows! but i guess i don’t have to be surprised, he’s actually one of the smartest guys i’ve known, after all.” alisa tries to laugh away her tears. “he feels betrayed. he knows i betrayed him-”

“no, alisa.” osamu replies firmly. “he can think whatever the fuck he wants, but just know that that’s not what you did. you didn’t betray him. it was your job to go undercover and find evidence so we can finally put him in jail. and you’ve done that. you should be happy, you should be proud of yourself. don’t shed tears for that guy.”

alisa is astounded to hear osamu talk like this, he’s full of rage and she’s a bit scared. she calms down and nods her head with a smile. osamu’s stern face is replaced with a smile as he wipes her tears before embracing her. he doesn’t tell alisa but the truth is he’s furious about the fact that a criminal like kuroo is the reason for her tears and that he’s the one she ends up loving.

their boss gets out of the room and tells alisa that kuroo is demanding to speak with her, but he assures her that she absolutely doesn’t have to do it.

after contemplating for a moment, alisa tells her superior, “it’s okay. i’ll talk to him. this will be the last time.”

“alisa, no-” osamu attempts to discourage her.

“samu, i’ll be fine.” she says with a genuine smile that puts his heart at ease.

alisa takes a few minutes to wash her face and put on some make-up in hopes of hiding the fact that she just cried.

when she’s ready, she stands before the door and composes herself before entering. kuroo is stunned to see her in her work uniform, complete with her ID and badge.

“i’m not obliged to speak with you. but i’m here and you can only tell me five things or ask me five questions.”

“fine. five questions, then.” he waits for alisa to say anything but she just looks at him with her poker face.

“who are you?” “alisa haiba, a detective here in the tokyo police station.”

“this might be obvious already, but i just want to confirm my suspicions.” kuroo scoffs. “did you go undercover and seduce me to get whatever evidence or information you needed to arrest me?”

“yes.”

“so it was all planned out from the moment i saw you at the club that night?”

“yes.”

“were you spying on me this morning that’s why you knew where the blue notebook was hidden, then you also instructed your colleagues to follow me?”

“yes.”

“was any of it real?”

there’s a pause before alisa replies, “i don’t understand your question. was any of what real?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about, ali.” kuroo says with so much pain in his voice, slamming the table with his fists, knuckles turning white, restraining himself from shouting at her.

“sorry, my bad, you’re not my ali. you’re detective alisa haiba from the police station. got it.” kuroo laughs sarcastically to mask all the pain. he looks at her as he waits for her response.

“i’m gonna ask again, was any of it real?” he emphasizes each word.

“no… none of it was real, kuroo tetsurou. goodbye.” alisa says monotonously before standing up and leaving.

seven years later, alisa, now thirty-three, is preparing breakfast and she knows exactly what day it is: the day of kuroo’s release from prison.

she never spoke to him again since their short conversation on the day of his arrest years ago. she gave kuroo a chance to ask her his most burning questions, and she answered them as honestly as she could. she thought that might be enough for him.

that’s why she’s so shocked to see him outside her door in the morning.

“k-”

“hey.” kuroo greets her with a somber smile and an awkward wave.

“what are you doing here?” alisa asks cautiously, unknowingly gripping the doorknob tight.

“would you believe it if i said i wanted you to be the first person i meet after i get back my freedom?”

“there goes his usual charming smirk.” alisa thinks.

“would i believe that? no. get on with it, kuroo. why are you here?”

kuroo sighs, “it’s the truth, ali. don’t be so wary, please? i’m not angry at you or anything. i promise.” he puts up his hand, swearing that he’s telling the truth.

alisa knows that besides hiding his crimes, kuroo is an overall honest person. and in the worst case scenario where he attempts to hurt her, she can defend herself anyway.

“come in.” alisa says and kuroo slowly enters.

“how did you know where i live?”

“uhh…” kuroo can’t form his response properly as his attention is captivated by the modern minimalist interiors of alisa’s apartment. “i asked my lawyer to look it up a few weeks ago.”

“have you eaten? i have extra french toasts here.”

“it’s okay. i’m still full from my last prison breakfast.” he smiles, earning a laugh from alisa.

“my lawyer also told me that,” kuroo says carefully. “you resigned from the police force seven years ago, a few months after my arrest.” he sits across alisa at the dining table. he stares at her as she plays with her food, waiting for her reaction and response.

alisa’s smile from seconds ago slowly disappeared. kuroo knows that he has now entered a sensitive topic.

“yep, that’s right.”

“may i know why?”

“it was exhausting.” alisa’s eyes still fixed on her tattered toast. “and i realized i wanted to try another path.”

“which is?”

“i have a small bakery now. just online though, no physical store yet.”

“wow, that’s nice.” kuroo replies, looking back at the tons of baking materials he noticed earlier.

alisa stands up and goes to the sink.

it’s been two minutes and no one is speaking. the tension and silence become increasingly suffocating. kuroo gazes at alisa’s body as she washes the dishes, with her back facing him. she feels his intense gaze but can’t do or say anything about it.

kuroo stands up and slowly approaches her. alisa feels his presence creeping up behind her.

when kuroo delicately slides his hands on her arms, alisa feels the chills but fights against it by turning around abruptly.

“what do you really want, kuroo? why are you here?” she asks breathily with wide eyes, demanding the absolute truth with her face just a few inches from his.

“don’t be scared, ali. i told you i’m not angry. it’s the truth.” kuroo speaks in a low voice, making him more irresistible than he usually is.

“just answer me.” alisa says in an exasperated tone.

“you’ve been a naughty girl, ali.”

“what?”

“i’ve always told you the truth. i hid my crimes yes, but i’ve always been honest with you. always. you know that. but all you’ve been doing recently is lie to me.” kuroo says in almost a whisper, with his hand creeping up to alisa’s throat to choke her mildly.

“i don’t understand-” alisa says, struggling a bit. she’s not in pain, but all of this feels foreign to her. kuroo has never been this dangerous to her.

“see? you’re lying again. fine. i’ll tell you your lies. do you remember my last question from seven years ago?”

alisa doesn’t reply.

“i asked you if any of what we had was real. do you remember?”

“yes”

“you said, quote unquote, ‘no. none of it was real, kuroo tetsurou. goodbye’. correct?”

“yes”

“those words never left my mind, you know? i kept hearing it in the seven years i was locked up. but i knew you were lying. did you really expect me to believe that? i’m not stupid nor naive, ali. i saw your face and your eyes and despite all the make-up you were wearing, i knew you were crying before we talked. your long pauses in between. you saying that you didn’t understand my question. all of those just to mask the truth and lie to me.” kuroo says with his choking hand getting progressively tighter.

alisa doesn’t know what to reply and tears fell from her eyes.

“and just now you lied again, huh? resigning from the police force because you wanted to be a fucking baker?”

“that’s not exactly unbelievable-” alisa tries to defend herself

“you left the force four months after i got arrested. and you want me to think that my arrest had nothing to do with your resignation? give me a break, ali. tell me the truth!” it’s now kuroo’s turn to demand honesty.

he’s getting impatient and so when alisa doesn’t say anything, he slams her down to the dining table and kisses her hard. he kisses her lips, her face, her neck, her collarbone, and her chest after he rips her shirt apart. he kisses her everywhere. and when alisa doesn’t fight back and kisses him in return, he fucks her then and there.

their synchronized moans the moment he enters her are so loud it feels like it’s reverberating throughout the apartment.

alisa is feeling seven years worth of kuroo’s libido as he hadn’t fucked during that time. she honestly thought that she would never feel him inside of her again since he got arrested. so having him in her now feels so unbelievable she doesn’t want to let him go ever again. she clenches around his hard cock the entire time, making kuroo hiss and grunt.

“can i come in you?”

alisa’s heart swells as she finds it endearing that despite all the animosity kuroo has for her, he’s still polite about this.

“yes. i have pills-”

alisa can’t even finish her statement as kuroo comes in her, urging her to come as well.

as they both ride out their orgasm, kuroo whispers in her ear breathily, “this is the last time you’ll ever see me, alisa haiba.”

“what?”

“i’m leaving in one week. gonna move to the States. leaving everything and everyone here behind. including you.”

alisa, feeling devastated, watches his face as he starts to separate from her. she doesn’t speak as she examines kuroo dressing up. he has made up his mind, and so this is the last time she’ll see him. ever. she wants to appeal his decision, tell him, “but you said you’re not angry with me, so why?”, but she knows that would be futile. and in the back of her mind, she thinks that maybe she deserves this.

kuroo doesn’t spare her a glance, not even when he leaves. “guess it’s my turn to say goodbye. take care of yourself, ali.” he says before opening the door, back facing her.

the silence after the door closes is the worst silence alisa has ever heard and experienced. it feels heavy, empty, and her sobs consume her soon after.

alisa can’t sleep that midnight, her head filled with kuroo and his last words to her.

then her phone suddenly rings and an unknown number is plastered on her screen.

she hesitates picking it up but her time as a detective taught her to stay alert for any danger or important information. the person on the other line probably needs help or will inform her about something important.

“hello?” she inquires, but she’s met with silence from the other end of the line.

“hello? who’s thi-”

“i’m supposed to hate you, y'know?” kuroo blurts out and alisa immediately feels the familiar pain and tightness in her chest, urging her to sit up from her bed.

“kuroo… where are you? are you okay?”

“i’m supposed to despise you for deceiving me, for causing my downfall, for lying to me, but i can’t. i just can’t bring myself to hate you, ali.” kuroo sounds like he’s about to cry, while alisa already is. she tries to do so quietly so kuroo wouldn’t hear, but she’s tired of pretenses and decided to let out her sobs wholeheartedly.

“i thought i meant it when i told you earlier that i’m leaving you behind. but i realized that it just felt so wrong.”

“kuroo-”

“run away with me, ali.” now it’s kuroo’s turn to be met with silence.

“please? run away with me. let’s start anew. no more deceptions, just love, newfound trust, and honesty. i’ll take care of you and i promise i’ll never commit crimes again.”

alisa stops crying as she’s too astounded with what she’s hearing.

“i know that all of this is shocking to hear. but i mean every word, ali. you’ve already hurt me, but here i am, still begging you to be with me. if that’s not pure love and honesty, i don’t fucking know what is.” kuroo says with exasperation in his voice.

alisa is still silent, so he continues, “you don’t have to answer right now. i can delay the scheduled flight for you… if you decide to go with me. so don’t worry about that. just please, think about it carefully. hmm? okay?”

“y-yes. alright. thank you, kuroo. i’ll think about it. good night.”

with that, alisa abandons any attempt to sleep as she lists all the pros and cons of running away with kuroo.

it’s been five days since kuroo’s midnight call to alisa and his scheduled flight is in two days. and yet he hasn’t heard from her ever since.

pacing around in his apartment with phone in hand, kuroo is extremely antsy as he contemplates on whether to call her again or not. he gave her time to think, but he needs to know her answer already.

he’s dialing her number when his doorbell rings.

he opens his door and finds alisa there, smiling shyly as she’s surrounded with several large suitcases.

for the first time since their call, he relaxes and heaves a sigh of relief before hugging alisa tightly.

“you cunning woman, why didn’t you at least give me a call or a text? i’ve been panicking.”

“because i wanted to surprise you? but i guess five days of radio silence was too much, indeed. i just had to make sure everything on my end is okay before i leave.” she caresses his head on her shoulder.

“well, is everything okay now?” kuroo lets go of the embrace to look at her

“yup, i packed only the things that i absolutely needed and wanted to take with me. as for the rest of my things, i left them as is in my apartment and i asked my landlord to buy or sell them. he’ll send me the money once he has it. i also met with my closest friends and family to say goodbye.”

“your friends and family… did they agree with your decision?” kuroo asks cautiously, afraid of her response

“of course not all of them did. but i told them that you’ve already served your time and for that, you deserve a second chance. i also told them how much you love me.” alisa says the last part with a sweet smile.

“thank you, ali. you won’t regret this.”

“i know, i trust you.”

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rrinx · 7 months

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muntik nang mapamura si miwa nang biglang bumuhos ang ulang kanina ay ambon lang. napahinto na lang siya sa gitna ng daan, walang payong dahil wallet lang ang laman ng bulsa niya.

balak niya lang naman kasing bumili ng meryenda, at ngayon na nga lang siuang sinipag hindi magpa-deliver, minalas pa.

babalik pa ba 'ko?

kung tutuusin, mas malapit na sa kaniya ng tindahan kaysa sa bahay nila. wala siyang masisilungan dahil puro punong maninipis ang nilalakaran niyang sidewalk. walang masyadong tao, at puro mga sasakyang dumaraan ang nakikita niya.

napahilamos siya ng mukha. bahala na nga!

akma siyang tatakbo na papunta sa tindahan nang may humila ng kamay niya. "ano—" bago pa siya makaalma ay inikot siya ng taong humila sa kaniya, as if she was a princess.

"ali," she reacted when she recognized the chuckles.

"hello, pretty!" alisa greeted. katulad niya, basang-basa na rin ng ito ng ulan. her pastel green sleeveless dress was hugging her body, panigurado ay nilalamig ito. hindi katulad niya na kahit basa ay naka-jacket na makapal at jogging pants.

"what are you doing here? tara na, lalamigin ka niyan."

muli, tumawa lamang si alisa. "shhh!" ang isang kamay nito ay kinuha muli ang kamay ni miwa, at ang isa ay inilagay sa beywang niya. she was looking intently at miwa's eyes, making her heart flutter.

"you're so—" hindi na natuloy ang sasabihin ni miwa at napailing na lang. she went along with alisa's dance without any music as they both got drenched.

"since when was the last time we danced?" alisa mumbled, still smiling.

"last month. in your room kasi inistorbo ko pagreview mo," sagot niya na nakapagpasimangot kay alisa. "sagutin mo ako, how did you even know i'm here?"

alisa shrugged, and once again, twirled miwa like a princess. "i took grab lang kasi kanina, punta sana ako sa inyo, eh i saw my crush so nagpababa ako agad."

miwa rolled her eyes. "may crush ka?"

her girlfriend nodded, giddy.

"marunong bang magshabu nang patago 'yan?"

"oh definitely! blacklisted siya sa barangay." she giggled.

napapikit si miwa. "you're so cute, alam mo ba 'yon?" she couldn't help it so she pinched her cheeks. "come on, baby," she urged, and this time, siya na ang nag-ikot dito.

and for more minutes, umiikot, sumasayaw, at nagtatawanan lang sila sa daan. they knew they were already getting looks from passerbys pero wala silang paki.

miwa put her hands on alisa's waist, as alisa put hers on her neck. nakatitig sa mata ng isa't isa habang sumasayaw sa musika ng hangin, and they both couldn't ask for more.

no one's in their world, sila lang.

"lagnatin sana kayo." and there's her brother to ruin it of course.

#miwalisa #miwa kageyama #alisa haiba #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #word vomit #rain #filipino #haikyuu #malandi sila #haikyuu filo

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stuff-and-fluffs · 2 years

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sleepy…. business went alright today and have a holiday tomorrow and on mon. so school’s out for 4 days! wooo! requests open, btw <3

“if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cutecumber”

ushijima (tendou managed to convince him to say a pick-up line and this was the first one he saw and didn’t mind), sugawara, lev, alisa, atsumu, yamaguchi, akiteru

repost from my old blog! please do not plagiarize!

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catapparently · 35 minutes

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~The Glass Ballerina's Reputation~

FIC MASTERLIST

AO3 LINK HERE

Fic synopsis:

averyjameson!mafia AU

After Avery's mother's death, she is left with many questions. What happened to her mother's family? Who were they? Why did her mother never talk about them?

Why did Jameson Winchester Hawthorne appear in her life?

...What is her mother's secret?

I personally recommend you read it on AO3! Fics are much more readable imo there and it's complicated to read long series on tumblr because you have to go to each part and all.

CHAPTER 1 - ...Ready For it? (Avery)

CH2- SOON

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box-of-roses · 3 months

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•*•*• Featuring *•*•*

Kuroo Tetsuro

Tall/Small headcannons- how the boys would react to having a short s/o (fluff)

IDK You Yet - soulmate mini-series for some very special Haikyuu boys (WIP)

Kenma Kozume

Late night- reminiscing in the late hours of the night (fluff)

IDK You Yet - soulmate mini-series for some very special Haikyuu boys (WIP)

Prettiest Star- Kenma feels insecure and you help him feel better (hurt/comfort)

Yaku Morisuke

Nothing yet, request something

Haiba Lev

Sports - This clumsy boy runs into you and to make it up to you helps you put up flyers for your upcoming show. (fluff)

Haiba Alisa

Tall/Small headcannons- how they would react to having a short s/o (fluff)

Bad Idea - (hurt/comfort) (WIP)

Masterlist

Rules

#haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #yaku x reader #yaku morisuke x reader #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #alisa haiba x reader

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loveephia · 1 year

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you as nekoma's beautiful manager.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, kenma has a small crush on you, reader is as pretty as kiyoko shimizu and alisa haiba, karasuno featured in the bonus.

⚠ warning/s: none.

inarizaki ver. | shiratorizawa ver. | fukurodani ver. | aoba johsai ver.

oh dear

now, it's no surprise that the boys have been wanting a manager for the longest time

and you just so happened to stumble into their gym while trying to look for the girls'

you wanted to tryout

but it's okay! you can still walk out and make it to the tryouts—

wrong.

because once yamamoto saw you in your tracksuit, assuming you'd be their manager, all hell broke loose.

guess there's no turning back now

"PRETTY.. MANAGER.." yamamoto falls to his knees and

ok, now, imagine him crying in the jojo artstyle

yeah, that's him rn

you don't know why, but two people in the back did a high-ten and yelled out, "yakisoba!"

yaku is sO KIND AND CARING although lev could say otherwise

kai helped you adjust to the team's stupidly loud antics 😭

kenma just nods at you and goes back to practice

kuroo recognizes you because you're one of the smartest students in nekoma. your report card, from top to bottom, is all filled with lines of 9 (grades from 90-100)

and it's safe to say that he's intimidated

because you're pretty, intelligent, and totally his type 🫦🫦

inuoka gives you a charming smile and you feel ten times lighter than when you first walked in the gym today

"woah, you're really pretty." lev, honey, yk you can think to yourself, right?

fukunaga welcomes you with a joke

"what kind of streets to ghosts haunt?"

"dead ends?" you respond

oh my gosh, is it you? is it really you?

are you the destined one he's been searching for for all of these grim years?

".. yeah, dead ends." fukunaga mumbles.

it's only day one, and you got the entire team admiring you already

nice kill 💯💯

1 point for nekoma 0 for karasuno

you sign the papers that need to be signed, and BOOM!,($!] you're now on trial!!!

everyone was kind!! they politely asked you for tosses, gave you reassurance and encouragement, and they helped you carry a few things to the gym!!

now they're taking a break, and kenma sat on the floor, pulling out his gameboy

you tried to sneak a few glances at what game he's playing, and you recognized it! it's the game you play in your spare time at home!!!

you try to peek at his level, but it's hard to see due to his hair

"you know, you can just.. ask me questions, right?" he asks

you knew that of course >:(

you sit next to him and ask for his level, and it turns out he's a few levels lower than you

sooner or later, you're giving him tips on how to play the game, and WOW HE'S A FAST LEARNER

he went from 15 levels below you to only 3 now

his motions were swift, and you couldn't help but stare starry-eyed as he played

why's kenma feeling warm all of a sudden

it's not even summer yet

maybe he needs some potassium

kuroo notices you two and is happy that kenma has someone he can share his interest in gaming with, like how kuroo shared him his interest in volleyball

BONUS

nekoma welcomed karasuno at the entrance, having been the only school here that karasuno is familiar with.

then suddenly, nishinoya and tanaka are wailing in the background while yamamoto laughs maniacally. "yes, oh, dear, karasuno! look at our beautiful manager!" you stood there idly. you were just trying to carry some fresh produce to the kitchen before yamamoto pulled you aside..

kuroo facepalms at yamamoto's behavior.

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strwbrryeyes · 3 months

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𖦹°｡⋆ lev as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, lev being a goof, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: lev is a dork

⟡ best friend series: yaku, kenma, kuroo || masterlist

best friend lev who you met when you ran into him one day because he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking. he apologized profusely and got you a drink from the vending machine as an apology.

best friend lev whose jaw dropped when he saw you were the nekoma volleyball manager when he first joined the team.

best friend lev who you got closer to when kenma asked you to stay a little while longer with them because didn't want to be alone with lev while helping him practice because he hates new people.

best friend lev who always asked you how you thought he was doing after every hit he landed looking for actual approval of his progress since kenma never gave any good criticism.

best friend lev who introduced you to alisa when you came over to help him study.

best friend lev who had to pry you from alisa's arms when she said she wanted to go shopping with you because he didn't want her stealing his 'smurf'.

best friend lev who calls you smurf because you're short and because one time he spilled blue paint on you when you guys were making a poster for a fundraiser the team was having.

best friend lev who you moved in with after high school so you guys could hang out while at college.

best friend lev who you always had to rush out the door because he moved soslow in the mornings or who you had to slap because he would get sidetracked on the way to class.

best friend lev who got scouted by a modeling agency one random night and came to you to ask what he should do because at this point alisa was a model too and he didn't want to take the spotlight away from her.

best friend lev who took your advice and talked to alisa about everything and ultimately decided that he would take up the offer.

best friend lev who brings you to every photoshoot so he wouldn't feel awkward.

best friend lev who caught feelings for you when you did his makeup for one of the shoots. he liked how gently you touched his face and how soft your hands were.

best friend lev who accidentally said 'yes' when a photographer asked him if you were his girlfriend.

best friend lev who panicked and said "well not yet!"

best friend lev who forgot alisa was there but remembered when she just said "just ask her out already you wuss!"

best friend lev who panicked even more and just loudly asked you out in front of everyone in the studio.

best friend lev who was relieved when you said yes after your laughing fit.

best friend lev who is now boyfriend lev who you now posed with for campaigns/magazines because he didn't want to be close to another woman.

#𖦹°｡⋆ 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 #lev haiba #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #lev haiba fluff #lev x reader fluff #lev haiba x reader fluff

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terabyteturtle · 4 months

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hey!!! Can I have Jin Kazama x Pregnant wife (who happens to be a model) Reader headcanons. An idea I have is what if they have to keep the pregnancy a secret from Kazuya due to a fear of harm??? Make it fluff with a bit of angst

Jin Kazama x Pregnant Model Wife Headcanons

Once again, I apologize for taking so long! I tried my best to encapsulate everything you put in the request. Hopefully, it's what you wanted!

- It takes him a while to process the fact that you're pregnant. When you first break the news to him, he's just in shock. He experiences so many emotions at once that his mind just stops working. You better have a chair ready because Jin will need to sit down and process everything for a few moments.

- Once it sets in, he becomes angry with himself. He took every precaution to prevent this from happening, and yet somehow, it still did. It's his fault. It has to be. Jin blames himself for burdening you with a child potentially capable of mass destruction, and although he's tried to separate you from his family feud, you're bound to get dragged into it anyway, and it's all because of him.

- The fact that you're a model only makes matters worse. You already get a ton of publicity and exposure on a daily basis, but now that you're pregnant, that'll increase tenfold. With help from Lee and Lars, you and Jin have managed to keep both your relationship AND your marriage a secret so far. However, with a child on the way, it'll be impossible to keep that secret any longer. People will ask questions about the father's identity, and it's only a matter of time before the paparazzi find out the truth.

- Upon realizing this, Jin launches into full-on panic mode. As soon as he's revealed as the father of your child, his face is going to be all over the media. And Kazuya will be the first one to see it. Jin isn't entirely sure what his father would do, but he has his suspicions. He can only imagine the sheer horror of G Corp soldiers busting down your door, hunting you down like hound dogs trying to take you and the kid. If those suspicions are correct, then you'll likely be forced into hiding until the war is over. As long as Kazuya retains his powerful position, there's no telling how much danger you'll be in.

- Additionally, the people closest to him are sure to freak out. Xiaoyu and Hwoarang would panic, and he already knows Lars won't take kindly to it. He's not sure how Lee or Alisa would react, and that uncertainty only makes him more nervous. Jin knows that he should tell his loved ones before they find out through the media, but the mere thought of mentioning it makes his heart skip a beat.

- To top it all off, Jin's main mission is to exterminate his bloodline once and for all. The fact that you are now pregnant is pretty much the opposite of what he wanted.

- His course of action was to take Kazuya's life, then take his own. He was ready to sacrifice himself so that the Devil Gene would no longer exist. As much as he loved the people closest to him, as much as he adored and cherished every moment with you, he knew deep down that the world would be better off without people like him.

- But now, this complicates everything. He doesn't want to take his own life and leave you to raise the kid by yourself. Sure, friends and loved ones might help you out, but at the end of the day, you're going to have a lot of responsibility on your hands. Additionally, Jin knows how it feels to have grown up without a proper father figure, and he'd seen how difficult it was for his mother. He knows how it feels to have lost a parent, and no matter how much time passes, it will always hurt. Does he really want his child to witness those same struggles? To feel the same pain? Does he really want to leave you behind, after everything you've been through?

- Beneath that cold, edgy exterior, there's a soft spot in his heart that truly wants to settle down with you, but he doesn't believe it'll be possible.

- As he tries to solve his dilemma, a million questions race through his mind. Like, what if the kid has the Devil Gene? Will he have to kill his own child? But it's not just his child; it's your child too, and he can't bear to imagine the pain you'd feel if that were to happen.

- But then, what if the kid doesn't have the Devil Gene? What if they turn out to be a normal kid? In that case, he'd care for them and love them until the end.

- But that's when a thought strikes him.

- Why does it matter whether they have the Devil Gene or not? They're still human, after all. They still deserve love and compassion and nurturing. Just because they have the Devil Gene doesn't mean they're inherently evil; they still deserve a chance. Hell, Jin himself has it, and although he's done some terrible things, he's trying his hardest to atone for them.

- Maybe Jin could help teach them how to control it. Not that he really has control over it himself, but that's okay. Maybe they could learn together. Maybe that could be their way to bond.

- That's when he starts to realize how happy this truly makes him. He loves you more than life itself, and the fact that he's going to have a child with you is one of the greatest blessings life can give him. Being a father will come with a lot of responsibility, but Jin is willing to bear it and do the best he can for his kid. He realizes that he is willing to undergo the trials and tribulations that loom ahead, and he will fight to the ends of the Earth to keep you both safe.

- Jin will try and convince you to take a break from modeling and lay low for a while, as any publicity will become more dangerous as time passes on. You think it would be suspicious to just drop off the face of the Earth, which is why you let your agency know beforehand that you're going to be taking a hiatus for personal matters.

- As the baby starts growing and it becomes progressively obvious that you're pregnant, you will be heavily discouraged from going outside at all. For the baby's safety as well as your own, it's best that you refrain from going out in public where the paparazzi are bound to catch you.

- Naturally, Jin becomes very protective over both of you. He starts treating you like a glass vase because he's scared of hurting you somehow. He also gets slightly paranoid around the others and sticks by your side to make sure nothing happens to you.

- He still blames himself a lot for everything that's happening, and he's sorry that you can't just have a normal pregnancy. You have to reassure him that no one's at fault for this, and you're just as willing to fight for the baby as he is. If you have to break away from your normal life to keep them safe, then so be it. It'll all be worth it in the end.

- With a lot of encouragement from you, Jin confides in his friends, starting with Lee, who is happy to help you guys out. As the CEO of a well-known company, he can try to pull some strings and get the press to leave you alone. While it's no guarantee that they'll be gone completely, Lee will try his best to hold them off for a little while. He'll also give you a secret place to stay, stocked with plenty of food and water.

- Lars almost freaks out but manages to keep himself composed. He congratulates both of you and agrees to help you out in whatever way possible. If there's anything you need, be it more food, more water, or just more paper towels, he and Alisa will go out shopping and get it for you.

- Alisa and Xiaoyu are super excited and happy for you. Although the circumstances are not ideal, they still want to make sure that you enjoy yourself and celebrate your pregnancy. In fact, they've already started planning your baby shower.

- Hwoarang also ends up being super supportive. Though he makes himself out to be a tough guy, he has a big soft spot for babies. Rest assured, he will fight tooth and nail to keep this kid safe. Also, Hwoarang has officially proclaimed himself the child's godfather, and there is nothing you or Jin can do about it.

- If Jin's stressed out, you let him lay down and press his ear to your belly. Listening to the baby and being physically close to you has become the most calming feeling in the world to him.

- If Jin doesn't know what to do in certain situations, he'll stop and ask himself what Jun would do. He loves his mother deeply and thinks very highly of her. She was a loving and nurturing woman, so when it comes to taking care of you, he tries his best to emulate that kindness. Jun was a wonderful parent, as well as an excellent role model. When the baby arrives and he officially becomes a parent, Jin deeply hopes he'll turn out to be half as good as she was.

- He will constantly ask you if there's something he can do better. From this point forward, Jin will always be questioning whether or not he's doing the right thing. Your input is valuable to him, and if there's any advice or guidance you have to give, he'd greatly appreciate it.

- At the end of the day, Jin wants to be the best father he can be. Your child's happiness, as well as your own, mean the world to him. No one can take either of you away from him, and Angel have mercy on those who dare try.

#tekken #tekken x reader #jin #jin x reader #jin kazama #jin kazama x reader #headcanons

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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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hiii, just poppin' in to say i love ALL of your writing (no matter how self indulgent) it's always so so amazing

i also wanted to ask about your favourite headcanons of your favourite haikyuu boys/girls?

AWWW ANON ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH, THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME <333

and oooo that's a tough one... I'm gonna do relationship HCs and I'm gonna try to limit myself to 5 but we shall see how that goes...

(...I only did some boys in this one cause it was getting long but if you want me to do one for the ladies of haikyuu I absolutely will. alisa and kiyoko are my wives.)

{relationship HCs for various hq boys}

gn!reader, pure fluff <3

timeskip spoilers!!

includes: kuroo, atsumu, oikawa, sakusa and semi (who would have guessed)

kuroo

the light of my life. my first husband.

like he could be so attentive to your every want and need

but you need to communicate with him what those things are before he actually picks up on them

but once he does? you're gonna feel like royalty with how amazing he treats you

kuroo is definitely the type to rile you up for his own enjoyment

like not enough to make you actually angry but just mildly annoyed, or to get you into the same playful mood he's in

usually you'd go into playful banter from there

he loooovvveeesss kissing you

like so much it's actually concerning (but you love it anyway)

doesn't have a specific place he prefers to kiss you but he will admit to purposefully kissing you in sensitive spots (like your neck or stomach) so he can hear the noises that come from that

if you're like me and get anxious/too in your own head sometimes, he would be so good at keeping you distracted and calm

would hold your hand squeeze it every so often to ground you

(side note he would have the nicest hands, second only to akaashi maybe, and he's aware you like them)

gently cups your cheeks a lot when you're having a conversation, it's so common that neither of you even notice it anymore, so when you're out with friends and he does it, they gag at the affection

also yk that thing where you knock your heads together as a form of affection??? you guys would absolutely do that, it's his favourite thing

since I literally have his jersey in hoodie form, I have to mention that he would purposefully buy clothes he thinks you'd be more likely to steal from him

he lovesss seeing you happy, so your relationship is a lot of fun. he's always making you laugh, which in turn, makes him laugh too

will CRY if you whisper sweet nothings to him after a long, hard day, pls validate him and tell him you love him and he's all that you want and more

and he will absolutely do the same for you, even if you had the best day. he wants to give you everything, so let him !!

scratch his back while he lays on top of you and rants about his day and he turns to putty

he's just very in love with you and wants to make you the happiest person on the planet, he wholeheartedly believes you deserve it <3

atsumu

we all knew he was gonna be on this list

fun fact, kuroo and akaashi were my top two characters for like a year and a half, and then one day atsumu shot to first place (if you couldn't tell from my blog)

anyway if favoritism shows, no it doesn't

he will pick you up at any chance he gets and drag you to your room for cuddles

he is SUCH a cuddly guy I wholeheartedly believe that.

does not mind being the big spoon one bit if that's what you prefer, as long as he gets to hold you in some way

he goes all out for anniversaries and holidays, you actually have to reign him in a lot of the time

will go to the gym and send you mirror selfies with horribly cheesy captions saying how much he misses you and how he wishes you were there with him

the jackals all love you and will 100% side with you in a petty argument just to tease atsumu

his favourite place to kiss you is definitely on the lips. he's not sure why but it just makes him happy

he LOVES it when you kiss his forehead tho

you guys have an entire arsenal of inside jokes

truly your relationship is two dorks best friends in love

after a long day his ideal destress routine would be to make dinner with you and then watch a show on the couch before going on an evening walk together

will show you off at every event he brings you to

he gets so giggly whenever you show him affection without him having to ask for it, it's the cutest thing you've ever seen

this man flirts to see you hideaway and then turns a million shades of red if you give it right back

he is just so proud to call you his partner <3

oikawa

this man is my favourite character in all of haikyuu

he's my favourite character but like, only top 5 in terms of my simp list yk??

but you'd better believe I have some HCs for him

I've said it before and I will say it again, even if Spanish isn't his first language, he would absolutely use Spanish terms of endearment on you while/after living in argentina

things like mi vida, mi sol, mi amor, etc...

i'm half costa rican, you can't blame me for adoring pet names in Spanish, and if you do I will simply ignore you <3

bro is so romantic.

like I genuinely believe he would be one of the most romantic guys out of any of them

very affectionate, but I feel like he wouldn't be so much in public despite what everyone else says

he'd happily show you off at events and stuff, and it would be obvious you two are together, but I think he's definitely more affectionate alone with you

loves loves loves skinship

will literally stick his hands under your shirt when you're cuddling just to trace shapes into your skin

loves gently running his fingers over the features of your face

he just wants to feel you a bit

kisses your temples and fingers the most I think

loves taking baths with you as well, he loves just sitting with you and talking about your days

he always wants to hear about every little detail

he lovesssss when you start rambling on about something and will listen to you so intently bc he knows what it is to feel passionate about something

if you run your hands through his hair he will melt into you, but you didn't hear it from me

he will also melt if you call him any pet name. he'll never admit it, but you know his favourites are the ultra-sweet, tooth-rotting ones he claims to hate

if you're ever insecure about anything in terms of your physical appearance, he will spend so much time complimenting you and kissing every place you point to <3

looks for you in the crowd at his games and smiles at you before he serves bc you're wearing his jersey

i want to give him a million kisses all over his face after he wins a game to see him smile and laugh, I have no problem feeding his ego actually

damn maybe the favoritism showed up more in this one

sakusa

take this as his bday post bc i forgot to get something out for the actual day

i LOVE this guy

I do already have some fluff HCs for him and a clingy!reader

but these are gonna be more general

okay so I do genuinely believe he would be soft for his partner

in public he is not outwardly affectionate

but that's okay bc you love all parts of him and respect his boundaries

however behind closed doors

he will bask in your affection

loves having your arms around him, loves being pressed against you

he's not a robot in public though, oh no

he has a very dry sense of humour, i think, which you love

bc if he has a sly remark or something to make about someone, he'll lean in close and whisper it to you

doesn't matter where you guys are, if he thinks of something, he's gonna want to share it with his partner, especially if he thinks it will make them laugh

his pet names for you range anywhere from "sweetheart" to "you little shit" tbh

lots of playful debates with him too

he likes to subtly match with you, either through colours you wear or like, homescreens that match up when you put your phones side by side

loves to kiss your palms the most and when he's holding your hand or you're cupping his face, he will hold your wrist and press tiny kisses to it

very observant so he will always be picking up on any mood changes or things you're hinting at

his morning voice is god tier, just saying

loves it when you play with his hair right when he wakes up, will literally purr like a cat if you do it long enough, but he will deny anything and distract you from it with a kiss

what a guy <3

semi

THE SEMI APPRECIATION AGENDA LIVES ON

i've said it before and i will say it again: he plays the guitar for you and writes songs with you in mind

he is a literal godsend when it comes to attending to your needs

does not mind one bit if you ask him to get you water at midnight

he is always down for late night drives as well, and has two playlists specifically curated for them and he picks one to play based on whether you're tired and need to get extra sleepy or if you're energetic and want to jam out with him

he's a government worker by day, musician by night and whenever you go to his shows, he will dedicate a song to you

speaking of performances

bringing this one up again, but always has you write something on him before he goes on stage (I have a mini fic based on that idea if u look on my page!!)

HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH OKAY??? would literally worship the ground you walk on if you told him to

gets you souvenirs from wherever he plays a show and presents them to you all dramatically and grins when you laugh at him

you most definitely have a necklace or bracelet with one of his old guitar picks hanging from it

semi is affectionate. not stingy with it in public but not crazy with it behind doors either. he's just. affectionate. most of it comes out in his songwriting anyway.

his main love languages are probably words of affirmation and acts of service

will ABSOLUTELY whisper sweet nothings to you completely unprompted when he's feeling soft just to get you flustered and/or in a sweet mood with him

he is in love, your honour

@emmyrosee more kuroo as promised!!

hope you all enjoyed!! please like and reblog <3

#sakusa x reader #kuroo x reader #atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #semi x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #kuroo fluff #semi fluff #oikawa fluff #sakusa fluff #atsumu fluff #hq x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #sakusa x reader fluff #oikawa x reader fluff #atsumu x reader fluff #kuroo x reader fluff #semi x reader fluff

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lavbloom · 11 days

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sakusa kiyoomi x reader

you've spent the past few months mentally preparing to get the tattoo that means so much to you, conquering your intense fear of needles, and thankfully it'll be your bubbly bestie shouyo giving you this tattoo . . . right?

18+ (seriously please), banter city, grumpy-but-blushing kiyoomi & disaster-sunshine reader, fluff and semi hurt/comfort, mentions of needles/fear of them, allusions to sex (smut in later chapters)

a/n: so that sakusa x reader post i made over a year ago . . . not 3.5k. more than that. definitely more. anyway, here is chapter one of three ish??? much love, lav 💜💜

You catch the slight tremor in your hand once it’s on the door handle and give it a firm shake, as though you can wiggle the nerves right out of your body. This is fine, you force yourself to think as you push open the shop door. Everything is going exactly as planned. You’re on time for the appointment, Alisa is going to pick you up afterwards to get takeout and fall asleep watching movies on her couch, and Shouyo is going to be as kind and supportive as ever.

You can do this.

Inside, Black Jackal Tattoo & Piercing is quieter than the busy street outside, and the bustle of the sidewalk is swept away as the door closes behind you. The only sound is the click of a keyboard, the squeak of your shoes on the tiled floor, and a distant shrill sound that comes and goes as you make your way to the desk.

A head of ginger hair shoots up from behind the desk, fluffy like a dandelion head, and you manage some small relief when Shouyo grins at you from where he’s abandoned whatever paperwork he was typing up on the shop’s computer.

“You’re here!” He comes rushing out from behind the desk to hug you - Shouyo Hinata has always been, for better or worse, a hugger - and you let him bounce around you for a moment while he does his eager-puppy routine. “Alisa said you were so nervous you almost puked last night, so I didn’t know if you’d show!”

“Of course I was gonna show,” you say with a wobbly laugh, fighting down the urge to actually puke all over Shouyo’s shoes. “You went through all the trouble of getting me a slot between your appointments, it’s the least I could do.”

“Yeah,” Shouyo says, bright smile suddenly dimming and hand scratching the back of his neck. “For sure.” There’s a long pause while he watches you watch him, and you can already feel that bile rising -

“I can’t, um, actually do your appointment.”

“What the hell, dude?!”

“Ow!” Shouyo grimaces, rubbing his shoulder, but you think he’s just being dramatic - you didn’t whack him that hard. “Rude! It wasn’t my idea, okay, but Atsumu called in sick -”

“Naturally.”

“- and I’m the only one whose slots will cover his afternoon appointment. It’s, like, this super big addition to some guy’s sleeve, and everyone else has appointments by four. It’s an emergency!”

You sigh through your nose, arms crossed tight over your chest as Shouyo pleads for you to understand. The tremble has returned to your hands, you notice, and you hope keeping them pressed under your arms hides the worst of it.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I really thought I could help -”

“Sho, it’s fine, I’ll just - I’ll come back another day.”

“I mean, you can still do it. I actually, um, wouldn’t recommend skipping the appointment now,” he adds, mouth twisting in thought, “Sakusa would be pissed. He kinda hates having people make last minute cancellations like that.”

The name has you grimacing, and Shouyo definitely catches the recognition in your eyes, if his wince is anything to go by. A mental image of dark, piercing eyes and a permanent scowl flash through your head, and you let out a quiet sigh.

Shouyo continues, “He’s, like, a total stickler for a schedule - not like Kita, but also not somebody you wanna piss off.”

“So . . . you’re saying I still have an appointment?”

“Yeah!”

“With a total stranger? Who’s an asshole?”

“Well, I mean . . . kind of?” Shouyo scrunches his face up, considering, and then nods again. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“And why would I want to not only not have my friend with me,” you say, making Shouyo whine another apology, “but switch to having some random asshole coworker of his stab tiny needles into me instead?”

“Y/N -”

“Because,” a low voice from the corner of the room says, “he isn’t some random asshole coworker of Hinata’s, but a competent and professional asshole coworker?”

The voice sends a chill down your spine that has nothing to do with the shop’s impressively strong air conditioning. You know you’re going to have to turn around now, but your feet seem to move in slow motion, heart hammering as your eyes meet a dark glare from across the room.

Sakusa, a.k.a. Shouyo’s competent and professional asshole coworker, is immediately too tall and too grouchy to be anything but intimidating. You can’t even gauge how tall he might be from across the room because you’re too busy trying not to stare directly into that deeply-etched frown, his brow furrowed so intently that you think the muscles might just freeze in that spot forever. He’s got his arms crossed, too, but you’re not sure what reason he has to be that guarded; after all, you’ll be the one being stabbed.

You’ve at least confirmed why the name Sakusa sounded so familiar: this is the same Sakusa you met when Shouyo was first brought on at Black Jackal, stiff and frowning back then, too. You remember the glare he sent you and Shouyo from above his black face mask, hovering by the door of his little studio room, itching to dart back inside and close the door behind him.

You also remember the delicate curl of the ivy on his shoulder, revealed by his sleeveless black shirt, trailing down the lightly freckled skin of his bicep. You remember the tilt of his head as he studied you up and down, the slight pinch of his brow as he crossed his arms, the feeling of his stare on the back of your head as you said hello to Atsumu and Bokuto. You remember the lingering coldness as he closed his studio door, like a chill wind sweeping through the hallway in his wake, something elemental about his presence.

Shit.

“I take it this is your friend,” Sakusa says, nodding in your direction as he turns back to Shouyo, like you’re not even in the room anymore - this just gets better and better. The idea of putting yourself in this guy’s hands for the next forty five minutes is making your insides twist around on themselves, and you can’t tell if it’s from anxiety or the prospect of being alone in his studio, as Alisa would probably say with a silly wink. “I thought you meant Yachi.”

“No, Yachi’s not - I mean, she wouldn’t really get a tattoo. This is Y/N.” Shouyo explains, although Sakusa’s face remains impassive. “I mean, I know this is last minute -”

“It’s fine.”

Clearly, it’s not. He’s glowering as though you’ve done him a personal slight by scheduling yourself on the day that Miya got sick; he’s got his hands shoved into the pockets of his black cargo pants now as he shifts off of the wall, but you’re sure they’re clenched.

“Seriously, Hinata,” Sakusa continues, lifting one shoulder in a deeply disgruntled shrug. “I don’t care. Just wish Miya had thought to get his fucking flu shot when I told him to, idiot.”

“Yeah,” Shouyo tries for a laugh, but he’s never been much of a liar. “Anyway, Y/N’s pretty nervous, so maybe they can just come back another day? I thought -”

“I looked at your design,” Sakusa interrupts, gaze locking with yours again. It’s intense, holding you in place while he speaks. “It’ll only take about thirty minutes, if that. Do you seriously need Hinata to do it? Because if you’re just going to cancel, I could’ve come in when I was supposed to.”

You press your lips together, trying to fish for a way to get out of this appointment - and trying to figure out if you even want to. Your stomach is still churning with nerves, that’s for sure, but the way Sakusa is watching you, pinning you in place with just his gaze as you scramble for an answer, is something you had only let yourself think about the night after you’d met him, assuming you’d hardly see Shouyo’s distant and rude coworker again.

“I . . .”

“Y/N, you can cancel.” Shouyo is also a bad whisperer - subtlety in general was never his strong suit. But he’s giving you a way out, probably having to deal with Sakusa after your hasty retreat, so you only feel a rush of gratitude as he offers you a smile. “It’s no big deal, no matter what this grinch has to say about it.” He hooks a thumb in his coworker’s direction, still giving you that knowing smile.

Sakusa sputters for a moment, the most human thing you’ve ever seen him do. “I’m not - Hinata, shut up.”

You can’t help it - you snort. There’s something about indignance on Sakusa’s face that is too funny not to get to you, and you only laugh more when he shoots you a sharp glare. He’s intimidating, sure, but if Shouyo can get under his skin, then he’s more than fallible.

You take a deep breath, sighing through your nose as you shrug. “It’s fine. I wouldn’t want to have wasted anyone’s time.”

Your gaze tilts to Sakusa, whose frown has finally smoothed into something resembling cordiality. “Is now okay to start? I wanna get this over with.”

Black Jackal is an odd maze of little hallways and dead ends, and you shuffle just behind Sakusa, trailing after him like a kid scared of getting lost in a mall.

“You know,” he says over his shoulder once you reach the back of the shop. “Tattoos are usually optional.”

“Yeah? And?”

“Well, you keep talking about this one like you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

The door of his studio is plain, save for a small sign that reads his name - Sakusa Kiyoomi, you read - and a little frowny face etched into the wood.

“Is that the kind of artistry I should be expecting?” You ask, reaching past him to tap on the carving, and Sakusa rolls his eyes.

“Fuckin’ Miya,” he mutters, and you nod in understanding.

“Ruffians,” you say, nodding sagely. “They’ll graffiti anything nowadays, nothing is safe.”

You think you see the ghost of a smile on his mouth as Sakusa lets you inside, following and closing the door behind both of you.

The inside isn’t nearly as plain as you’d suspected. The walls, a cool dove gray, are papered over with designs and photos, magazine spreads carefully tacked up alongside rough sketches and inked canvas, everything with its own place in the sprawling inspiration board that seems to be Sakusa’s studio. His supply cart is neat but plentiful, coloured ink shining under soft lights in a rainbow of options, and there’s a half finished takeout coffee and bagel on the small desk in the corner, clearly his effort at breakfast while he set up for the day.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sakusa says from behind you, and you turn on your heel to face him. He’s got his arms crossed - again, oh my god - and even through his dark green pullover, his shoulders look ridiculously touchable. Meant to be grabbed, really, used as an anchor to pull yourself up and -

“Why are you acting like you’re being forced to get this tattoo?” His face scrunches slightly in displeasure. “You didn’t lose a bet or anything like that, right?”

“No!” You feel your face heat up, thinking about the insinuations, and remembering that he’s seen the design. You can’t help but let your gaze lower, dropping to rest on his shiny black docs. “It’s not like that at all. I just . . . I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, and Shoyou went through all the trouble to help me design it, but I . . .”

And here it comes, the lamest, most pathetic part of this whole ordeal. You swallow the nerves bundled in the back of your throat, clearing the way for your confession. It comes out quiet and sharp.

“I’m just really fucking scared of needles, alright? They freak me out, and this is a thousand of them going into me over a long period of time, and - and it’s freaky and fucked up, okay?”

You’re expecting Sakusa’s coldness, a scoff or an eye roll - hell, given his attitude so far, even a request not to waste his time. What you aren’t expecting is the undignified snort he lets out.

His mouth is pressed tight when your eyes dart back up to his face, like he’s holding in another little laugh, and his brows are raised, a little disbelieving.

“Don’t laugh at me, god!”

“I’m not.” Sakusa’s frown is morphing slowly into something resembling a smile, which rests in the apples of his cheeks more than his mouth, lifting his face until the gloom that hovered over him is evaporating. “It’s just that that’s so normal, and you’re so embarrassed . . . you really don’t have to be.” He snorts again, and you scowl. “No wonder you’re friends with Hinata, you’re just as fuckin’ dramatic.”

“Shut up,” you snap, but Sakusa’s halfway-smile is warming the chill in the studio too well for you to be annoyed. You find your shoulders relaxing a bit as he moves to his desk, taking a sip of his coffee while he rifles through some papers stacked neatly between binders. You take a seat on the rolling stool he nods to, waiting next to the desk for him to find what he needs; you try not to notice how he looms above you, but it’s difficult when you have a front-row seat to his broad hands shuffling around his papers.

“A lot of people get scared, especially once they actually get here and see the machine and everything,” he shrugs, handing you a few of the papers. Consent forms and the like, you realize as you scan the top one. Sakusa has a pen held out for you before you can even ask. “It’s not weird. I mean, you’re letting some random asshole stab tiny needles into you, right?”

You can’t help the cringe that passes over your face, and though he doesn’t laugh again, you can see the teasing glimmering in his eyes. “Sorry about . . . that.”

“It’s fine, I’ve been called worse.” He drums his fingertips on the desk, and the nervousness of the gesture warms you even further. The studio is thawing like a fresh spring day after a storm, and you find yourself breathing a bit deeper as you slowly fill out the paperwork. “Meian sometimes warns people ahead of time that I’m a bit blunt.”

“Blunt?” You echo him without meaning to, distracted by the process of the paperwork and easing ever so slightly under his teasing.

“Okay, he warns people that I’m a dick,” Sakusa says, and the rueful note in his voice catches your attention and draws you away from the form in your hand. “No filter, or whatever.”

“Oh, come on,” you say, tapping the pen on your thigh, squinting at him in your own turn of disbelief. “You’ve gotta know how scary you are when you walk around all mean and grouchy like that. You’re, like, seven foot fourteen and dressed like a bouncer at a goth rave, you can’t also be an asshole, you’re intimidating enough as it is!”

You really need to learn when to keep your mouth shut, you think, because Sakusa’s face drops, brow suddenly knitted tight again as he stares you down, and you’re reminded of how right you are about how intimidating he is when he glares like that.

“Do I really dress like I’m at a goth rave?”

“. . . what?”

“Do I,” he repeats slowly, “dress like I’m at a goth rave?”

And then you see it: the smallest twitch of his cheek, and your horror turns to annoyance in two seconds flat. “Maybe you do.”

“Hm. Seems a bit uncalled for.”

“Seems like you just proved my point exactly, actually,” you shoot back, holding out the paperwork for him to take. “And I didn’t say you were at a goth rave, I said you dress like a bouncer at one. You know, like you’re there to be all serious and break up fights and shit.”

“You’ve got a lot of experience with goth raves?” Sakusa asks as he files the paperwork away in a drawer and reaches across the desk to get a pump of hand sanitizer. The sterile smell permeates the small space, and you feel your insides twist, hands clutching the seat of the stool tight.

“No, I just -” you pause, searching for the words while trying not to throw up in Sakusa’s studio. He might be warming up now, but you doubt he’d love that. “I don’t know.” You made me nervous doesn’t feel like a great explanation, not with the next thirty minutes of being in his personal space about to begin.

He studies you for a long moment before jerking his chin, motioning for you to stand. “First, you’re going to sit there -” he points to the soft, leather chair that takes up so much space in the little studio, “and you’re also going to calm down for a minute, because I will cancel this appointment for you if you get sick in here.”

“Knew it,” you mumble, mostly to yourself, as you pull yourself up onto the table, the material soft and smooth beneath your bare thighs. Your legs swing off of it and you feel so exposed, though you haven’t changed your position much; you press your thighs together anyway, keeping your hands in your lap as though to cover up.

“Knew what?” Sakusa is rummaging around in his desk drawer again, and you move your gaze to the designs on the far wall. It’s a delicate series of ocean waves and marine life, and the broad expanse of coral reef you’re looking at is a bit better than looking at any of the equipment.

“Knew you’d hate puke,” you say lightly, trying for nonchalance and managing only to sound like you’re being strangled from the inside out. “You have the vibe.”

“Are there people who like it?”

“I mean, everyone’s got their own thing -”

“No, stop. No talking about that in here.”

You clamp your mouth shut, and don’t move a muscle until you feel something fuzzy on the back of your hand. When you look down, startled, a palm-sized ferret plush is sitting next to your hand on the table.

“What the fuck is that?”

Sakusa is glaring when you look back up at him, but there’s no real venom to it, so you only notice how the scowl makes his eyelashes stand out more, soft and shadowed beneath his pinched brow. Well, fuck.

“I’m not the best at - at being . . .”

“Nice?” You supply helpfully.

“. . . Comforting.” He purses his lips, and you try not to pay too much attention to them. “Bokuto got him for me to use when I started, so that he can make people feel better when I . . . don’t.”

“A ferret?” You ask, prying your fingers from the hem of your skirt to pick the critter up, holding him carefully in your lap.

“A weasel, actually,” Sakusa says, still scowling. “His name is Itachi.”

“Why does his tag say Omi-Omi, then?” You ask, pinching the fabric between your fingers and squinting at the messy handwriting.

“Because Atsumu fucking sucks.”

It surprises a laugh out of you, though a bit shaky, and Sakusa’s scowl eases back into that glimmering, knowing look, not quite a smile but on its way there. You press the weasel against your stomach, hoping to relax the knots it’s tied itself into, and look to Sakusa for direction.

“So, before we do anything - you’re absolutely sure you aren’t gonna throw up?”

“Promise.”

“Good,” and you try so hard not to notice how nice that sounds in Sakusa’s low, quiet voice. God, what is wrong with you? At this point you’re sure Alisa will see right through you when she comes to pick you up and finds you this . . . unsettled. You squish Itachi a bit tighter to ground yourself. “Then I’m going to ask you where you want this thing.” He holds up a piece of paper, Shoyou’s design splashed across it.

You tap your inner bicep, just above your elbow, and this time Sakusa manages a lopsided smile.

“Did you do your research for the least intense places to get one?”

Face burning, you give him an embarrassed nod, though you can’t tell if the problem is him catching you out so easily or the appearance of the very first smile you’ve ever seen Sakusa Kiyoomi wear.

“I like to be prepared,” you add with a huff, and he only seems to fight off another smile while tugging on a pair of black nitrile gloves.

“I’m sure you do.” And why the fuck does that line make your face even warmer? “Here - is it alright if I touch you?”

The gloves are smooth and impersonal as he guides your arm out, positioning it at a good clear angle to work on, and the disinfectant he sprays on the spot is cold enough to make you jump.

“Sorry,” he mutters, and you try to shrug it off without moving your arm too much. Your stomach is starting to feel wobbly again, and it gives a sudden lurch when Sakusa tugs his work trolley closer to him and pins Shoyou’s design to the side of it for reference, his fingertips starting to skim over the spread of inks available.

“You’re shaking, by the way,” he says, selecting a jet black ink that you can’t tell the difference from the others, rolling the glass between his fingers as he looks up at you from his seat. “You promised you wouldn’t throw up.”

“And I’m keeping my promise,” you grit out, nearly strangling Itachi in your iron grasp. “I’m not gonna throw up.”

“Even if I believed that - which I don’t know that I do,” you manage a scowl, though it’s aimed at the floor, “- I can’t exactly do my job on someone who’s shaking like a leaf.”

“I’m not,” you argue.

Sakusa slowly lifts your hand, and you both watch a shiver run through it. His hand is warm even through the glove, his grip soft on your inner wrist. Your face pinches in defeat and Sakusa just lets out a small sigh through his nose.

“Look, I don’t really do these kinds of appointments.”

“These kinds?” You echo, tilting your head in confusion, before you slowly nod. “Right, you’re part of the back of house escort service, I forgot. Would it be better if I undressed a little? Make you more comfortable?”

The baby pink flush this gives Sakusa is so stark of a change that it startles you, and you think the joke was worth your own burning embarrassment at making it. He clears his throat, brow furrowed, but you can clearly see the blush that warms his cheeks, and the uncertain twitch of his mouth, like his brain can’t decide whether to smile or frown.

“If you’re done interrupting me,” he says, “I meant nervous clients. Meian knows not to bother booking them with me, because it’s - well, it hasn’t gone that well in the past.”

And you already know this. Shouyo has explained his coworker’s early mishaps while starting at Black Jackal, including the delightful incident where someone did puke in Sakusa’s studio and he had to send them off to Bokuto while he cleaned it top to bottom. His reputation is exactly why Shouyo’s news sent you into a panic: his image in your mind was a looming, scowling asshole who barely spoke two words to you at every visit you’d ever paid your best friend at work (which was too many to count, thanks to Shouyo’s insistence on forgetting things at home.)

“I’ve heard,” is all you say, and Sakusa’s lips purse. He probably knows exactly what you’ve heard.

“I don’t know how to . . . make people calm down.” He releases your hand and it drops back down to the worn leather; the absence of his touch is cold, and you miss it immediately. “And I’m guessing me just telling you not to freak out hasn’t been helping?”

“How did you know?” You ask, voice flattened by the weight of your sarcasm. Sakusa manages another of his ghost smiles, but it fades from his eyes as he takes you in again. From the way he’s watching you, you must look as terrible as you feel right now.

“Look,” you start, steadying yourself with a small, uneven breath. “I want this tattoo, you don’t want to cancel this appointment, so it seems like the best thing is for us to just - just commit to the bit, you know? So just distract me and it’ll be fine.”

“Distract you?” This suggestion seems to strike Sakusa like an electric charge, jolting him into another startling blush, brow furrowed in frustration. “With what?”

You swallow a nervous laugh, eyeing his panic like a house cat eyes their pretend prey, and say, “You could take your shirt off or something,” because you’ve completely lost your mind and you want to draw that blush out of him as much as you can. It might be the only distraction you need.

Sakusa’s face goes bubblegum pink, from his forehead to his - remarkably sharp and pretty - jawline, and something about it makes his eyes even more piercing. He just stares at you as you cackle, your nerves making the laughter bubble up in your stomach like a shaken bottle of sparkling wine.

“I’m kidding, I swear,” you laugh, face warm and insides fizzing with a wild cocktail of anxiety and helpless endearment. “You can just, you know, talk at me or something. That’s usually how I get through shots and stuff.”

“Oh? This is a recurring issue?” Sakusa is still a little pink as he reaches for his supplies, but reaches out a gloved hand and gently turns your head to face the opposite wall when you look over. “Don’t look, idiot, just stare at the art or something.”

“Okay,” you nod, a bit breathless even when he finally releases your jaw. You train your gaze on the wave designs you noticed earlier, the detailed strokes a good visual distraction. “Yeah, I don’t like needles, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Sakusa echoes, voice flat. You’re trying to picture his expression, and when you chance a glance you see you nailed it: the scowl and single quirked eyebrow combo he’s used three different times on you today.

“Yeah, obviously. I know it’s not uncommon, but it’s still, like, embarrassing, you know?” Your fingers twist into Itachi the Weasel’s soft fur. “It’s like a little kid phobia.”

Sakusa just hums, barely audible, as he wipes a cold towelette across your inner arm, and you suppress a shiver.

“It’s not that embarrassing,” he says finally, though his words are a bit distant, out of focus, as he concentrates on whatever he’s rifling around with on his cart of supplies. They clink gently as he works, the only sound in the room aside from his quiet murmurs. “You’re doing pretty well. I appreciate that you still haven’t puked.”

“And I’m not going to,” you insist, pulling a quiet laugh from him.

“I would hope not.” His gloved hands are back on your arm, repositioning you slightly and then tracing something cool and soft along the skin. When you look down, he’s outlining the design; his movements are so delicate it’s as if he’s pushed all the concentration in his body to his hand. “Not when I’m being so nice, anyway. Now,” he reaches up with his free hand, tilts your chin up and guides your gaze back to the wall of art, “stop looking.”

You laugh, your stomach fluttering. “But what if you do it bad? I need to see the tracing!”

When Sakusa’s hand stills for a long moment and he goes quiet, you risk a look back down and see him glaring up at you, though his mouth is twisting away from a smile.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard,” he says quietly, leaning ever so slightly closer to you, coaxing you to lean forward and meet him, “but I’m really fucking good at what I do.”

And you don’t mean to say it, you really don’t, but the muttered, “Oh, I bet you are,” just slips out. Sakusa really walked into it, if you think about it.

And he responds with another deep pink blush, giving a slight cough as he leans back, eyes now glued to your arm as he reaches to continue the design. He nudges your chin up again with his knuckles before he gets back to work.

The studio is quiet after that, the pair of you letting the tension brew as Sakusa finishes the small tracing and starts sifting through his supplies again.

“Okay,” he breaks the silence, and there’s a note of concern that wasn’t in his voice before. “I’m going to get started now, but I think you should take a second to breathe. If you start hyperventilating,” he adds sternly, “I will not do this tattoo.”

“I won’t hyperventilate,” you assure him, sounding much more confident than your shaky lungs feel.

“You’ll be fine,” Sakusa concludes, and he seems to realize how much of a non-comfort this is, because he knocks his elbow against Itachi, where he’s pressed to your stomach. “Remember to squeeze the living shit out of him, alright? He won’t mind - I think.”

It’s only when that gets a smile out of you that Sakusa continues, and your head turns instinctively when he lifts something from the cart.

“Eyes on the wall,” he says without even looking up at you, fiddling with the tattoo gun in his hands. You obey, eyes shooting back to the wave designs, trying to trace the patterns instead of thinking about any impending stabbing. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” and it comes out as more exhale than speech, but you are managing to get your breathing under control.

“I’m going to turn it on now, but -”

The moment the mechanism buzzes to life, you flinch so hard that you almost drop Itachi, and Sakusa gives a little sigh through his nose.

“- I won’t use it yet, because I figured you’d do that.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” you mutter, struggling to put up a teasing glare so he knows you’re joking. Sakusa’s dark eyes are narrowed in thought when you look over at him, averting your eyes from the tattoo gun in his hands.

“Are you done shaking now?” His fingertips graze your inner wrist, glancing down to study your arm like he’s looking for more tremors. “Because I genuinely can’t do this if you’re moving around, you know.”

“I know,” you say, a bit breathless at the contact as Sakusa’s hand travels up to rest on the crook of your elbow, steadying your arm. He’s still not looking at you, but you think he can probably feel your eyes on him. “. . . It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

“The design is small, so it won’t take too long.” He presses on the skin of your inner bicep, shoulders hunching as he moves to get started. “Just say something if you need to take a break.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “And you say you’re bad with nervous clients.”

A beat of silence, broken by Sakusa clearing his throat. “Just repeating the stuff Bokuto always says.”

You give a sharp gasp when the needle finally touches your skin, the sting sudden and swift, and Sakusa doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully inking your skin when he says, “Yeah, it’s not pleasant.”

“I mean, I figured, but what the hell!” You hiss, face scrunching in displeasure. You suppress a shudder that tries to run through your body as he lifts the needle and then returns it to your skin.

“Eyes on the wall, Y/N,” he says, and your gaze moves before you realize you’re following his direction. When had you looked back down at him? “You don’t wanna watch me stab you.”

“I said I was sorry about that,” you mutter, and Sakusa just exhales the ghost of a laugh as he continues.

It’s not unbearable, the pain small but constant, and you focus on the feeling of Sakusa’s hands on you to distract yourself - whether this is really a good plan has yet to be decided. At least it steadies you, his grip sure as he works, and you wonder for a split second how this would be going with someone like Shouyo. You’ve seen your best friend give tattoos before, but the feeling of his distractible, fluttering hands on your arm seems like miles away from the solid reassurance in Sakusa’s hands. There’s something about his concentration, the small pinch returning to his brow whenever you flicker your gaze to him, and the warmth of his broad hands that has your stomach fluttering while your pounding heart eases slightly.

Maybe this mishap wasn’t the worst possible outcome.

“Nearly halfway,” Sakusa murmurs, and you catch it in surprise just over the buzz of the machine.

“Already?” You’re so focused on the feeling of Sakusa holding you that you didn’t even notice ten minutes flick by.

“Yeah, I told you, a design like this won’t take long.” His hand slides down your arm a bit, holding your inner forearm in place, and his fingers curl around you almost reflexively. You resist the urge to look down as hard as you can, and find yourself outright glaring at the ocean scenes on the opposite wall. “You’re doing really well.”

And now you’re glaring and flushing, the praise going straight to your hammering heart while you fight the warmth in your face and the twist and turn of your insides as you study his work. The brushstrokes of that middle scene, a huge tidal wave in a myriad of blues and grays and teals, are so delicate that it’s hard for you to pick them apart from across the tiny studio, and you think you want to see Sakusa’s hands do something that delicate. It’s only fair, if you can’t look at him as he so carefully and gently marks your arm when you want to chance a glance so badly.

“Nearly there,” he says, unreadable as he lifts the needle from your skin, adjusting your arm’s position slightly. “Need a moment?”

“I -“ You’re not sure if the break is really what you want: your plan was to just get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible, and now your torment is drawing to an end. But your brain is going hazy with Sakusa’s hands on you, and you want to ease into that feeling for a little longer. “. . . Sure, just for a second.”

“How about ten?” You hear him laugh, the sound low and warm. “And you know you can look wherever you want now, right?”

Your gaze darts down to meet his, and you catch the tail end of his smile before it sinks below the surface again, just the remnants of it left glimmering in his eyes.

“You wanna look, or wait until I’m finished?”

And Sakusa huffs out a laugh because he sees that you’re already sneaking a peek at your half-finished tattoo, the skin around it irritated but the inked lines and curls so entrancing that you want to touch them. Sakusa holds your hand back, placing it over Itachi where you had sat him down next to you on the table.

“You like it?” The permanent intensity of his gaze makes the question feel like you’re being interrogated, but you just smile.

“Yeah.” You glance back at the design, studying the parts of it that still need to be filled in. “How much longer, do you think?”

“If we keep going right now, I can probably get you out of here by three,” and you swallow your disappointment. Twenty minutes did not give you a lot of time to crack open more of Sakusa’s shell.

“Alright.”

He gets back to work and the studio falls quiet, save for the steady buzz of the gun and the creak of the table each time you shift your legs around. Sakusa’s silence is so complete that you find your gaze wandering down to him, despite your promises to keep your eyes away from the procedure at hand, and you study the crinkle in his forehead as he focuses, the curl that strays between his eyes. He pauses to brush that curl back into place, and the movement is hypnotizing; you can’t stop watching how smooth his motions are, every one deliberate and careful. When he does so his eyes slide over to meet yours, and you sink so deep into his gaze that you can’t even try and pretend like you weren’t staring.

“Almost done,” he says; his thumb traces the edges of the design, and the smallest sting is left behind on the irritated skin, a mark of his touch. You just nod, your brain moving honey-slow as you watch him.

“You’re doing fine,” he remarks, head cast down as he finishes his work. “Not nervous anymore?”

“No, I am,” you reply, a bit breathless, “but I’m - you’re - it’s not that bad.” The words clatter their way out of you, awkward and uncertain in your mesmerized haze. His hair catches the studio lights and the curls remind you of the brushstrokes in his art, each rivulet of the tidal wave rendered with individual care, smooth and inviting. You clench Itachi a bit tighter, keeping your hand where it is.

Sakusa breathes something like a laugh and a sigh, lifting the needle from your skin for the last time. “Well, good, because you’re done. Told you it wouldn’t take too long.”

He putters about his equipment for a moment, putting things back in their places, and you study his movements as your hand frees Itachi (much to his relief, you’re sure) and reaches for the stinging patch of skin on your inner arm.

“Don’t touch it,” Sakusa warns, barely glancing at you from where he’s slathering on another round of hand sanitizer. “Unless you want it to get infected.”

“No, I’m okay, actually.” Your hand drops into your lap as you wait for him to return, legs swinging with your nerves as he finally meets your eyes.

“You didn’t puke.” Sakusa is giving you that barely-there smile again, and you swear you see the beginnings of a dimple on his right cheek. The urge to run your hands through his curls only grows with this observation, which you really wish it wouldn’t, because talking to him is only getting harder.

“I didn’t.”

“Thank you for that,” he says, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves and motioning for your arm. “Hold your arm out straight for me.”

Warmth creeps up your throat as you do as asked, and Sakusa’s hands are warmer this time when he uses a cotton round to spread a thick layer of ointment onto the design. It shimmers in the light, and you turn your arm slightly to examine his work.

“I’d ask if it looks okay, but it’s a little late for that.”

“Maybe you should’ve let me look, then,” you try to glare up at him as he crowds into your space a bit, gently laying plastic wrap over the area. You can feel the warmth of him this close, and catch a note of his clean, summery scent, like one of those sweet-scented dryer sheets. “So I could tell you before it’s too late.”

“You would’ve freaked out. Besides, it definitely looks okay. I told you, I’m pretty good at this.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you manage to roll your eyes, despite the flips your stomach is doing even as he backs away. He retreats to his desk to shuffle through the contents of a cramped drawer, and you watch the broad line of his shoulders stoop as he bends over the drawer. You feel the need to get ahold of yourself, but it’s a distant concern when your head is this floaty.

“Alright,” and when Sakusa turns back around, folded papers in hand and firm expression fixed on you, you let that concern fizz out entirely, “you’re finished. These are aftercare instructions.” He passes you the papers and waits for you to carefully tuck them into your purse. “Follow them - don’t skip steps or rush the healing process. Understand?”

“Got it,” you salute, warmth fluttering through you at his low tone. “I can follow instructions.”

Sakusa just nods, mouth flattened as you gently slide off the leather seat. “I’m sure you can, so I expect you to. I want to see that healed properly the next time you come to see Hinata.”

“So you’ll actually come say hi, instead of hiding back here?”

He quirks a brow and you squirm under his questioning gaze, embarrassment flooding you. Was that too obvious?

“. . . We’ll see. Depends on if you still want to see me after this.” Usually people don’t. The implication hangs between you both, and you yank it aside like you’re letting in fresh air.

“Well, maybe I do. Is that a problem? Gonna ruin your street cred?”

“I think you’re going to obliterate it, honestly.”

“You don’t sound opposed.” And that’s as much a question as it is a jibe; you stand prone in his little studio, waiting for Sakusa to stack up his many walls once more, back where they stood before you followed him into his sanctuary.

But he just stares back at you, the corner of his lips twitching as his gaze moves from your face to your new tattoo and back again. “Maybe I’m not.”

A knock at the door startles you out of the fuzzy, warm headspace you’ve sunk so deep into, and both of your heads whip to look at Shouyo, whose fluff of ginger hair is peering around the open door as he looks back at you both.

“Are you done already? My client’s just taking a break now, and I wanted to come check in . . .”

Taking a step away from Sakusa - when had you drifted so close to him? - you flash Shouyo a thumbs up and a wane smile. “Totally done! Completely finished!”

“Awesome!”

It’s quiet as you all head back to the front desk so you can pay, Shouyo seemingly oblivious to the tension brewing between every word you direct at him instead of Sakusa. You leave Black Jackal with a new tattoo and the feeling of Sakusa Kiyoomi’s eyes on your back as you step out the door, finding Alisa already waiting for you, leaning against the passenger door of her parked car.

“Hey! Lemme see, I bet it’s so cute . . . what’s wrong with you?” She squints at you, hands still on your arm to see the tattoo, and you shrug.

“Nothing, I’m all good.”

“So you didn’t freak out?” Alisa asks, pulling you along to the car. “No hyperventilating?”

“No,” you shake your head, sliding into the passenger seat. “I . . . I might go back, get another one. I’m not sure yet.”

“Wow.” Alisa gives you a once-over when she gets into the driver’s seat, turning on the ignition but not taking her eyes off of you. You don’t look over to see if she’s suspicious - you already know her too well for that. “It must’ve gone really well.”

“Yeah.” You nod slowly, fingers twisting in your lap. “It did.”

“So Hinata’s actually good at his job?”

“I, um - actually -” You fumble with your words, the last hour crashing through your brain at hyperspeed; there’s no turn of phrase that feels appropriate, not with the bright, too-hot feeling bubbling up inside of you, coaxing a wavering little smile out of you. “Shouyo couldn’t, um, actually he didn’t do it.”

“Oh?” Alisa pauses before pulling onto the road, her acrylics tapping thoughtfully on the steering wheel before she lets out an obnoxious, dramatic gasp. “Oh! Oh my god, wait, who?”

“Shut up,” you say instead of answering, burying your warm face in your hands.

“No way,” she argues, and you feel the car start moving, thank god. Soon you can be embarrassed in peace. “No way, you - it wasn’t Miya, was it? Please tell me it wasn’t.”

“No! No, it wasn’t - it actually was Miya’s fault that Shouyo couldn’t do it, so - I mean, um - it was . . . you know Sakusa?” His name trips off of your tongue, pretty and hushed, and the phantom feel of his hands on your skin makes you shiver.

When you finally look up at Alisa, she’s staring at you in mingled disbelief and delight. “No fucking way.”

“I’ll literally hop out of this moving car, right fucking now.”

“I didn’t say anything! I just - no way. No fucking way.”

“Yeah.” You murmur, head tipped back against the headrest, trying not to picture that almost-smile glimmering in his sharp gaze. “No way.”

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You Are In Love

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: You go to the playoff game Joe wanted you to come to. While you’re there, you reminisce on the last few months and figure out your true feelings for Joe…

•word count: 5.1k

•warnings: angst, lots of fluff, slow-burn coming to an end, the usual :)

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January 16, 2023

Tonight is the night. It's the Bengals first playoff game of the season.

You didn't think you’d go, but after making up with Joe yesterday for what he did to you and Jake, he let you know that he had a couple tickets available. He even said he wants you to be there. Every time you think back on that conversation with Joe, that feeling of butterflies swarming in your tummy appears. That's been happening to you a lot lately, and honestly, you think it's almost exciting? You haven't felt those butterflies for somebody in a long time. It makes you giddy, reminding you of the time when you were in high school. Having crushes on the boys that you knew were way out of your league but made you feel so happy nonetheless.

But let's keep this straight: just because Joe makes you feel a little giddy doesn't mean you necessarily have a crush on him.

He just makes you feel a lot of feelings you haven't felt in a long time, and it makes you feel good knowing it's possible for you to feel this way again.

The game doesn't start for a few hours, but you’re going to be tailgating with Macee and some of the other players wives and girlfriends before it starts. You have never done any sort of tailgate before, so you were looking forward to having a good time and meeting some of the girls Macee has told you so much about.

You picked out your outfit for the game. Opting for a pair of leather leggings, a black long sleeve, and since it's the middle of winter and colder than a witches tit outside, you decided to finish off the look with an orange puffer jacket from the boutique. Once you were dressed, you styled your hair to your liking and put on a simple makeup look. You went into your bedroom and did one final look in your full body mirror before you decided to head to the stadium.

About twenty five minutes later you pulled into the spot next to Macee's car. The group of WAG's waving at you with grins of excitement as they watched you pull in to the parking lot. You put your car into park, took the keys out of the ignition, and got out of the car, smiling at all of the women surrounding Macee's car.

"Hey Y/n!" Macee said with a grin, "I'm so glad you could make it."

She pulled you into a hug and you returned the smile. you squeezed her gently as you said, "Thank you for inviting me, I'm excited to meet everyone!"

She pulled away and introduced you to the other girls.

"Y/n, this is Holly and Chassidy," Macee said, "and you've already met Emma and Alisa."

You smiled sweetly and waved at the girls as Macee introduced you, "And girls, this is Y/n, Joe's roommate."

"Hi," you said, "it's so nice to meet all of you."

"We've heard so much about you!" Holly grinned as she pulled you into a hug. Holly was adorable. Her smile contagious and she seems like a very sweet girl.

"All good things I hope." You joked, finishing your sentence with a light chuckle.

Chassidy chucked as she hugged you next, "Of course."

"Good."

The girls all smiled. Macee handed you a raspberry white claw and said, "I figured you could use one of these."

You accepted the drink and thanked Macee. You knew this game would be a good one, but it would definitely keep nerves high all night. A couple hard seltzers would definitely help ease those nerves. For the next hour or so, you and the girls enjoyed your tailgate, eating lots of different dips and appetizer type snacks. As you were cleaning up the area, Holly approached you, wearing a small smirk on her face.

"Hey," she said sweetly, "Emma and I are going to get some pictures with Sam and my Joe before they go to the locker room, want to come with?"

You smiled at her offer, “I'd love to."

She clapped and grinned excitedly, "Yay!" she lowered her voice slightly as she said, "You know, sometimes the other Joe comes out too. I can get a picture of the two of you if you'd like."

"Okay, sure." you nodded, giving Holly a small smile. She grinned and walked over to Emma, letting her know about the pictures. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was to come. Would Joe think it's weird that I want a picture with him?

You, Holly, and Emma, helped the rest of the girls finish cleaning up all of things they had setup for the tailgate before the three of you headed off to the tunnel the players walked through to head to the locker room. As you walked further down the tunnel, I you saw three men standing around and talking. Once you were close enough, you realized it was Joe, Sam, and the other Joe, Joe Bachie, standing around.

"Hey you!" Holly called out, laughing as her Joe turned around.

"There you are," he chuckled, meeting Holly in the middle, "I was starting to think you forgot."

"I'd never forget our pre-game pictures." She puckered her lips as he planted a sweet kiss to them.

"Come on guys," Sam groaned, a playful smile on his face after his complaint.

Holly flipped him off as she continued to kiss Joe. Emma chuckled and walked up to Sam, the two of them greeting each other with a tight embrace and a sweet kiss. You smiled as you watched the two couples share their own individual sweet moments with eachother. You walked over to Joe, his blue eyes lighting up when he saw you walk closer to him.

"Hey." you smiled, stopping just inches in front him.

"Glad you could make it," he said, crossing his arms in front of him, "I like your outfit."

You looked down at your body and then back up at Joe, a faint blush on your cheeks, "Oh, thanks. I just picked something out last minute."

He chuckled, "Well it looks good."

“Thanks," I gestured to his body, "Yours looks good too, love the pink hoodie."

He looked down at his sweatshirt and back at you with a sly look, "Heh, you like this one?"

You nodded. Joes pink Nike hoodie was one your favorites. Not only is it super cute, but it's really comfortable as well...you only know that because you’ve stolen it from his laundry a couple times. Oops.

"Oh Y/n," Holly said in a sing songy voice, "let me take your picture." She pulled her phone out and pointed between you and Joe.

You looked up at Joe and shook your head, “You don't have to, I just thought-."

He shook his head, "I don't mind. C'mere." He held his left arm up, beckoning for you to come into his side. You smiled and tucked yourself into his side, wrapping an arm around his back while your other hand was placed on his lower left side. Joe draped his arm around your back, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"So cute!" Holly gushed as she took a couple pictures of the two of you.

"Ooooo, Joey's blushing." Sam teased, wiggling his eyebrows at Joe. Joe rolled his eyes at Sam and Holly put her phone away.

"I'll send 'em to you."

You pulled yourself away from Joe, turning your body into his and looking into his eyes. You smiled softly as you said, "Good luck tonight."

He smiled, "Thanks sweets. I'll see you later tonight."

You nodded and said goodbye to the Joe's and Sam, the girls doing the same. The three of you walked out of the tunnel and back out to the outside of the stadium. More and more fans from both teams were beginning to pour in, making Paycor stadium become a madhouse. The rest of the girls were chatting with some fans when you re-joined them.

"Oh em gee," the blonde girl wearing a Burrow jersey expressed in pure disbelief, "are you Joes new girlfriend?"

Your eyes widened in disbelief. That's the first time You’ve heard that from a fan.

"Uh," you shook your head, "nope. I'm not dating Joe."

She frowned, "But Deuxmoi said you were."

Emma glanced at you and chuckled at the girl, “You can't believe everything you see on that page, hun."

"So you're not dating Joe?"

You shook your head, your response making the girl smile.

"Good. Put in a good word for me okay? My name is Mia." She winked.

You just chuckled, "Will do."

Mia and the rest of her group thanked all of you for being so kind and getting pictures with her and her friends before they went off to the inside of the stadium.

Macee shook her head, "That was...something."

All of you laughed. Interactions with fans can be pretty crazy sometimes. Mia seemed sweet, but I you probably won't be telling Joe about her.

You pulled your phone out and saw that you got a post notification on Instagram from the Bengals. You opened the app, and the first thing you saw was that the team had posted pictures of the players pre-game outfits. You scrolled through the photos, your heart skipping a beat as you saw the picture of Joe. After stopping in the tunnel for pictures, Joe had changed into a different pre-game outfit. He was wearing his pair of gray jeans, a cream colored vintage Bengals tee, and a black jacket/windbreaker. What made my heart stop and those butterflies flutter was the number nine diamond necklace adorning his neck. The necklace that you got him for Christmas.

You couldn't help but smile as you looked at the photo. This was the first time you’ve seen Joe wear the necklace. It made you quite happy knowing he liked it enough to pair it with one of his pre-game fits.

"What's got you all smiley?" Chassidy asked, coming up to stand next to you.

You shook your head and turned your phone off, "Nothing, just a picture a friend sent."

Chassidy narrowed her eyes and nodded slowly, "Mhm..."

"I promise," you reply, letting out a laugh. Chassidy just hummed and chuckled softly. She was going to say something, but Alisa cut her off.

"Should we head in ladies?"

Emma nodded, "Yes. I need to get off my feet, they're swelling more and more by the minute."

You smiled sympathetically at Emma, "Let's go then."

The six of you headed into the stadium, ready to sit down and watch one of the most anticipated games of the season. You’ve only been to one Bengals game during your time in Cincinnati this year—which was a blast by the way! During that game, you were in the stands by the Bengals sideline with Macee, the two of you sitting with the fans. This time around though, you’ll be up in a suite with some of the wives and girlfriends of the players. You may be a little out of place up there, but at least you know you’ll still have a lot of fun.

Upon entering the suite, you noticed the variety off food and beverage options for you ladies on the tables. You would definitely be indulging in the chocolate covered strawberries tonight. You walked around the suite, deciding to set your purse and phone down on the seat next to Macee's before looking out at the field.

The first thing you noticed was that you had a great view of the game from the suite. As you looked out onto the field, the players were beginning to prepare for their pre-game warmups. Your eyes scanned the field, searching for Joe. A small appeared on your face as you saw him throwing the ball back and forth on the sideline. After he threw the ball for the third time, he adjusted his pads, pulling at his jersey to make sure things weren't too tight. You think it's extremely attractive when players hold their jerseys at the collar. As the pre-game warm ups continued, you couldn’t seem to peel your eyes away from Joe. You told yourself you’d look elsewhere when the game actually starts

But you were definitely wrong...

~time skip~

There was about five minutes left in the third quarter, the Bengals were down one point with the score being 10-9. You all watched anxiously as the Bengals were at the one yard line. Joe yelled his cadence and snapped the ball. Once the ball was in his hands he rushed into the end zone with ease. The stadium went absolutely crazy. You and the girls cheered, each of you giving each other high fives. The Bengals went for two and succeeded, Joe completing a pass to Tee, putting the score in the Bengals favor now.

You smiled happily as you watched Joe celebrate with his teammates before taking his helmet off and jogging to the sidelines. Joe had a wide grin on his face, looking happier than ever in that moment. But really, Joe's looked like that this whole game.

You’re going to be honest. Since kickoff, you haven't been able to take your eyes off of him. Even when he's on the sidelines and especially when he's out on that field, all I can focus on is him. All you can think about is the way his face and corners of eyes crinkle when he smiles, or the way he throws that football with such grace and ease. How his dark blonde hair still looks perfect when he takes that helmet off and how his blue eyes light up when a good play happens. Your smile grew and your eyes sparkled as you brought your attention back to Joe on the sidelines. You couldn't focus on the game anymore as your mind was currently elsewhere. Memories of the past few months of living with Joe flooding into your mind...

flashbacks begin...(you are in love by taylor swift starts playing)

You looked up from the paper as you walked up the small flight of stairs that led you to the B apartments. You walked down the hallway and stopped at the door reading B30. You pulled your key out from your purse, but stopped as soon as you brought it up to the door. This was your apartment now too, yes, but I you couldn't just walk in like you’ve lived there forever. You may be a little crazy sometimes, but you do have manners. You didn't want to make a bad impression on the first day of meeting your new roommate. You brought your hand up to the gray door and knocked three times. You backed up from the door, gulping as you took a step back. You were starting to grow nervous.

The door opened and your jaw dropped. The sight in front of you had you feeling all sorts of things all at once.

"Hi." you breathed out.

"Oh. Hey there, sweetheart."

Standing in the door way of your new home was Joe Burrow.

He smirked, "I don't make people speechless that often, but when I do it's usually not in this setting."

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered out breathlessly, "It's not everyday you come face to face with an NFL player."

He smiled at your words.

"Are you Kayla's boyfriend?" you asked.

Joe's eyes widened, "Kayla, as in Kayla Bradshaw?"

You nodded. He shook his head with a chuckle, "Nope. Kayla's fiancé Brad would have me dead."

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment from him just speaking to you. You couldn't believe you were talking to the Joe Burrow.

"Well, I think I have the wrong apartment."

He chuckled, "Let me see. Maybe I can direct you in the right direction."

You pulled out the paper Carol gave to you yesterday, handing it to Joe. His bright blue eyes scanned the page. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed together in confusion.

Joe cleared his throat, "Huh."

You frowned, looking up at him. "What?"

"You have the right one."

Your eyes widened, "So, that means-."

He cut me off, asking in an incredulous tone, "You're my new roommate!?"

next flashback

"Hi?"

Joe pointed at you, "You're wearing a Bengals sweatshirt."

You hummed, pulling more pieces of hair out to style, "Oh really? I didn't notice."

Joe rolled his eyes, adjusting the sleeves to his floral suit. You couldn't help but examine his outfit choice for tonight's game against the Miami Dolphins. He wore a black suit that had large white roses all over.

You cant deny that Joe looks hot as hell in that suit.

You and Joe may not be too fond of each other, but you’d be lying if you said he wasn't fine as hell

"You didn't tell me you're going to the game tonight?"

You shrugged, "Didn't think you'd care."

"I'm not that much of a dick, Y/n."

You unplugged your flat iron and looked at Joe through the mirror. His baby blue eyes shining as he looked back at you. You could feel the slightest hint of a blush rise to my cheeks.

"Well," you said, "I didn't want to boost that ego of yours. Make you think I'm going only to watch you play."

He let out a short laugh, "You really think I'd think you're only going to watch me?"

"Maybe.”

"Whatever. Well I gotta go, have fun watching me from the stands tonight. I know those pretty y/e/c eyes are only going to stay on me, sweets." He teased with a smirk.

You looked up at him with an unamused look, which made him chuckle.

"Good luck." you said, giving him a small smile.

"Thanks. Have fun."

You smiled, "I will."

...

"Wait a minute."

Joe raised his eyebrows. Macee continued, "During the game, when you were walking down the sidelines and gazing up into the crowd, it was Y/n that you were eyeing wasn't it?"

You looked up at Joe, seeing a faint blush make its way onto his cheeks.

"Maybe."

Logan laughed, "Oh he totally has the hots for her."

Joe shook his head and laughed, "Yeah right," he looked down at you as he spoke, "She was looking at me first."

next flashback

Joe placed the lantern down in the middle of coffee table and looked at you, "There, now I can see that beautiful fa- light."

You looked at Joe with raised eyebrows as he stood by the couch rubbing the back of his neck. It almost sounded like he was going to say face and not light...but who knows, you figure you’re probably just hearing things.

"Well, I think I'm going to try to get some sleep. Good night Y/n."

He started to walk away, getting ready to walk into his bedroom when you xalled out to him.

"Joe?"

He stopped and turned around, "Yeah?"

"Stay? Please, I don't really want to be alone right now." you said softly as a blush made it's way onto your cheeks.

Joe slowly nodded and smiled softly at you, “Okay. Let me grab a sweatshirt first."

He disappeared into his room and a few minutes later came back into the living room wearing his pink nike sweatshirt and carrying a gray blanket. He plopped down on the couch and draped the blanket over his legs. As the two of you sat in silence for a few moments, the storm continued. The rain grew heavier and the thunder more frequent. Joe noticed you had started to get tense.

He cleared his throat, "You know, we've lived together for almost two months now and I feel like I don't know you."

It's true. The two of you have been living together for a few months now, but neither of you have taken the chance the get to know the other. You weren't on good terms for a little while, but you like to think both of you have started to warm up to each other. You know you have to get to know each other at some point if you’re going to live together for the next seven or eight months. Now would be the perfect time to do that.

"What do you wanna know?" you asked, tucking your legs up onto the chair.

next flashback

Y/n,

I'm sorry about earlier. I was in the wrong and I shouldn't have reacted the way that I did. I want you to be happy, so if being with Evan is what makes you happy, then so be it. I hope you can forgive me...maybe this will make accepting my apology a bit easier ;)

P.S. check the back of this note too.

- Joe

You turned the note around and saw more handwriting.

Movie night? I heard How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is pretty good...

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You were overcome with a feeling of guilt as you read the note.

Joe wasn't having a movie night with Ja'Marr...he was hoping to have a movie night with you. As a way to apologize for earlier. You set the note down on the counter, covering your mouth with your hand as a look of guilt took over your face.

Im such a terrible person. If I would have just stayed for a few more minutes and didn't go on that date with Evan, I wouldn't feel this guilty. You thought to yourself. You pulled the containers out of the bag, feeling even more guilty as you looked at the contents.

Bar food. Your favorite kind of takeout.

Joe bought your favorite takeout for you and you didn't even get to enjoy it with him.

...

"Night Joe." you said softly as he walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. You sighed and looked out into the living room, seeing the Tv was still playing How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. You stepped out of the kitchen and looked down the hall, calling out for Joe before he went into his room for the night. He stopped by his door, turning around and leaning against the frame as he looked at you.

"Maybe tomorrow night we could heat up takeout and watch the movie?"

Joe smiled, "Sounds good to me, sweets." He walked into his room and shut the door behind him.

Your breath hitched at the name. Sweets. That's what Joe has been calling you since the first day you met. I You think he started saying it as a way to flirt with you, but of course, he's not doing that anymore. The name has just stuck.

You smiled to yourself as you stood alone in the hallway.

Tonight was very bittersweet. You’re a little disappointed with how your date with Evan went, but you’re also so glad you and Joe were able to move past the argument you had earlier.

next flashback

You turned around, both of your breaths hitching. Your mouth hung open slightly as your eyes momentarily fell to Joe's lips before snapping back up to stare into his eyes. You stared at each other intensely, so many unspoken words shared between the two of you just by the look in your eyes. You could feel the tension between you as neither of you nor Joe dared to make a move.

Your bodies were inches from each other, if one of you just moved slightly, they'd be touching. Joe watched as you took a deep breath before you began to lean in, Joe doing the same. With your faces inches away from eachother, you closed your eyes-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You snapped your eyes open and the two of you backed away from each other. Joe cleared his throat and you let out a breath, smoothing your night gown before you got the pizza out the oven.

"Sorry," you breathed out, "I uh-."

"I'm going to shower." Joe said, his lips forming in a straight line.

You nodded, "I'm going to call Macee back."

You had a chance and didn't take it.

next flashback

"What's in that bag?" you asked pointing at the plastic bag on the couch. Joe walked over to the couch and picked it up, motioning for you to come over. You set the bag of marshmallows down on the counter and walked over to where he was standing. He pulled out two white stockings, holding them out in front of him.

One stocking had a red J while the other had a red y/f/i.

He bought stockings with both of your initials on them. You smiled in shock, not expecting him to do something like that.

He looked down at the stockings and then back at you. A slight blush on his cheeks as he spoke, "They were on sale and I figured you'd like them. Afterall, you said it yourself, it's not Christmas without stockings."

Your smile grew bigger at his words. You did say that to him earlier.

"I love them Joe. Thank you for getting them."

He smiled, "Of course. I'm glad you like them." He handed the stockings to you and followed you over to in front of the Tv where you hung them up on each side of the white Tv stand.

You and Joe stepped back, looking at the stockings.

"They look perfect." you said, smiling as you admired the matching stockings.

"Yeah they do." Joe said quietly as he gazed down at you.

...

Joe walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him and dropping his bags to the floor. He turned around, the light from the Christmas tree illuminating his face. A dark blonde curl had fallen against his forehead and he had bags under his tired blue eyes, clearly exhausted from the game and his flight home.

"Hey Y/n." He greeted, a small smile on his face as he saw you.

You ran up to Joe, instantly wrapping your arms around his body. He seemed taken aback at first, but he eventually hugged back, pulling you close to his body. Your hands rested on his shoulder blades as his were wrapped firmly around your waist. He laid his cheek on the top of your head as you let your right cheek lay against his firm chest. After a few moments, you pulled away from him and looked up at him, smiling softly.

"I'm glad you're home."

"I'm glad I'm home too." He said, voice just above a whisper, "I didn't think we were going to make it in time."

"Well I'm glad you did."

You and Joe stood in silence, one of his hands still placed gently on your waist. You looked into each others eyes, his blue eyed gaze intense. You gulped as you looked into his eyes. You reached out for his hand, holding it in yours as both of you started to lean in close to each other. It was definitely a heat of the moment type of thing...

next flashback

Joe cleared his throat before saying, "Can we talk?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I'd like that."

Joe just nodded and you both walked down the hallway to the dining and living room. He set the tray down on the table and pulled the chair out, motioning for you to sit down. You thanked him quietly before sitting down. You pushed the chair in as Joe sat down across from You. You picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. A small smile pulled at your lips as you tasted the hot liquid. It was prepared just how you like it.

"Is it OK?" Joe asked, looking at you hesitantly.

You nodded, "Perfect."

"Good," he said, softly.

...

You sighed and nodded your head slowly. It was true, although you thought Jake was sweet and you did really like him, you knew he had two different sides to him. You cant say the real reason you stayed with Jake. Anyone would think you’re crazy for thinking being with Jake would make someone jealous...

Joe continued, "So I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just talk to him, so I scared him off. Made him think I was in love with you or something."

You smiled softly and let out a faint laugh at his words. Your reaction made Joe chuckle.

"I'm a little hurt," you said. Joe nodded in response as you continued talking, "but I see why you did it. You were just looking out for me, and I really appreciate that."

Joe smiled, "Anything for you Y/n. I want the best for you, really."

You felt your face flush and your heart sink to your stomach—in a good way. In a butterflies in your tummy kind of way. Something you’ve always felt around Joe, but decided to ignore.

You smiled, your voice soft, "Thank you Joe."

Joe nodded and stood up from his chair, slowly walking over to your side of the table. You stood from your chair and met him halfway, wrapping your arms around him. He squeezed gently before pulling away and looking down at you with a soft gaze.

"Are we good?" He asked, genuinely.

You nodded, "Yeah, we're good."

He smiled, "Good. I'm glad."

...

"Oh and Y/n?"

You turned around, "Yeah?"

"Our game is home tomorrow. I've got a couple tickets, and I'd love it if you were there." He smiled softly at you before he turned back around and left, locking the door behind him.

There were those butterflies again. You couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks and the smile that appeared on your face as he said those words.

end of flashbacks

You have had your ups and downs with Joe these last few months. A lot has happened while you’ve lived together, but without a doubt you wouldn't change any of it for the world. As you cleared your mind and focused on the game, your heart swelled as you were overwhelmed with emotions. A blush rose to your cheeks as the butterflies in your tummy began to swarm like crazy once again.

There was no denying it anymore. As much as you want to, you cant deny your feelings anymore.

You are in love with Joe.

hi loves!

the ending was kind of rushed, so sorry about that, BUT

You are in love with joe! isn't that just so sweet? it's about time you quit denying your feelings for him, haha

well, the slow-burn portion of this book has come to an end, and i know MANY are going to be very happy about that, i know i am! i don't want to give too much away, but after this next chapter, the final seven or so chapters left of this book won't have any slow-burn to them

ALSO! you've been asking for it, you’ve been waiting for it, it's what we all want to see...the next chapter is smut. i’ve written it one other time before this, so don’t get your hopes up lol

that's all i have for now loves! as always, thank you for reading🤍

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