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plainsight6578 · 3 years

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Kuroo with a depressed bf

A/N: ya boi is going through it rn so im writing this as comfort. Reader is technically male, but no pronouns are used so it could be gn too.

TW: depression

When you didn’t show up to early morning practice, he wasn’t immediately panicked. He figured you probably overslept or were running late.

He texted you, joking about you sleeping through your alarms.

He really started panicking when you didn’t show up to any of your classes though (even though he didn’t express it), and you weren’t replying to any of the texts he sent you. It was unlike you to skip school, so he knew it had to be something serious.

He didn’t spam you with text messages, but he did sent a few along the lines of ‘where r u?’ ‘r u ok?’ ‘Y/N pls reply :(((’ ‘is everything ok?’

After the day ended, he decided to come visit you. He’d assumed that you had to be sick to not only skip school but also ignore all his messages. He lowkey was worried, since, if anything was wrong you’d text him beforehand.

He’d also just missed you in general, so he grabbed your favourite snack at a nearby convenience store and made his way to your house.

When he knocked your door, your mother answered. Kuroo explained the reason for his visit, and she informed him that you were in your room.

When Kuroo reached your room, he knocked at the door and asked, “guess who?” in a playful tone.

When you didn’t reply, he threw open the door with a, “surprise!!!” and a wide smile to greet you.

“Leave.” You mumbled. Kuroo could barely distinguish what you said through the piles of blankets you were hiding under.

Your phone was thrown on the floor on the other side of your room, which had turned into a complete garbage dump. Clothes laid everywhere and there was a mountain of used cups and dirty plates on your table.

His smile shrank as the he took the view in. You would never let your room get this messy. You’d always made sure your room was at least presentable.

Seeing Kuroo’s expression, you only further buried yourself in your blankets, covering your face.

“Oi, Y/N, what the hell happened here?” Kuroo asked

“Please... Leave,” you pleaded. It was hard for you to even let those words out but the last thing you wanted was for Kuroo to see you in your pathetic state of depression.

Kuroo could almost hear the exhaustion in your voice.

In an instant, he crouched down next to your bed and lightly laid his hand on your shoulder (or, where it would’ve been if not for the layers of blankets covering you).

“Hey, kitten, what’s wrong?” His voice was a lot softer now, and when you looked into his eyes you couldn’t bare to tell him to leave again.

“I just...” It would have taken far too much energy to explain all that was going through your head right now, so you just sighed.

You opened your arms and made some space for Kuroo on the bed. He understood the invitation, “will this help you feel better?”

“I don’t know... It’s better than having nothing, no one...” you replied.

With that, he climbed on the bed, engulfing you in his long arms.

You two laid like that for the rest of the day, with Kuroo rambling on about how his day was, how hectic practice was without you there to help him keep Yamomoto in check, with you offering small chuckles in return.

Bonus:

When you started feeling better, better enough to at least sit up and participate in the conversation with Kuroo, you eventually explained parts of what was going on.

He listened intently. You were such a bright person, constantly there to cheer Kuroo up, he couldn’t believe your wonderful brain was making you think bad things about yourself.

He only respected you so much more, now that he knew you were battling with all of this and you still managed to be the amazing person that you were.

When you were done talking, he kissed a promise to take care of you whenever you felt like this onto your forehead.

A/N: PLSSSS IM SUCH A SLUT FOR THE NICKNAME ‘KITTEN’ LIKE JGHFJGHA IS THIS A LITTLE CLICHE? CAN YOU TELL ITS SUPER SELF-INDULGENT? ANYWAYS HOPE YALL LIKED IT TYSM FOR READING UWU <3. Also this is my first ever reader insert like this uwu so pls do leave feedback if you have any!

#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu reader insert

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detroit-extended · 6 years

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Youtuber!AU

the requests are done and ya’ll seem to really love this AU. pls enjoy part 2! Here’s a link to part 1 lmao

“You got this, okay? Breathe, you slut.”

“What North is trying to say is that you may be a slut, but you’re the slut. It’s just a video. You’re not getting married.”

“Josh is right. Stop sweating. Connor would be grossed out if your sweaty hands get all over his controller.”

“Oh fuck,” Markus said as he wiped his palms on his jeans.

“That’s not the only thing he’s getting his hands on, amiright- OW! That fucking hurt, Josh.”

“Sexual innuendos are what got us flagged, North.”

“So?”

“We got five videos removed, North.”

“So?”

“I worked hard editing those, North.”

“Oh, fine. You win. Whatever. I could probably edit better than you, anyway.”

“Using what? Powerpoint?”

“Children, please.”

“Sorry,” North and Josh muttered to simultaneously.

“What do I even do? Guys, I’ve drawn him with a six pack. I've drawn his bulge. I’ve read fanfiction. I’ve made fanfiction.”

“It means you’re creepy.”

“It means you’re dedicated.”

“Thanks, Simon. I just-”

“Looks like we’re here. Let’s go, gang”

“Wait, I thought we were going to his place to live stream a horror game?”

“No, you idiot. We’re putting you in a horror game.”

“North, you’re not making any sense.”

“We’re dumping you in an escape room with your lover. Thank us later.”

“Josh, let’s rethink this.”

“Isn’t that his car? I’m honking at him.”

“Simon, you monster.”

“Markus, you rude bitch, you’re making him come out to greet us!”

“But I-”

“Guys, he’s walking towards us!”

“Quick, Simon, open Markus’ window!”

“No, no, no-”

Simon pulled down the window beside Markus. The four were silent as a strikingly handsome young man approached them with an easy smile. He leaned down to greet them in the car.

“Hi. My name is Connor. I suppose you guys are Jericho?”

There was a pregnant pause. Markus was trembling and unabashedly gaping at his idol. His friends were trying to stifle their laughter.

“Um, yes! My name is Jericho- wait, no. My name is Markus. Yeah, Markus. You?”

His three companions groaned.

“Oh, um.” Connor awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

Markus panicked. “No! No! I’m so sorry! I know who you are! Well, I guess you just introduced yourself and I’m just a huge fan and can I please have your autograph?”

“Well,” he laughed and Markus wanted to cry, “I suppose we’ll see. Let’s get into the building, shall we?”

Before he could answer, his friends were already slamming their doors to get out.

“Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Anderson. I’m Simon. Markus definitely made sure I knew all about you.” Simon grinned teasingly and shook his hand. Markus was staring at them with growing horror from inside the vehicle.

“Hey, I’m Josh.” He waved. “Markus made me watch most of your videos with him. You’re pretty amazing!”

“Sup, I’m North.” She smirked. “I can get you quick access to all his love poems, fanfiction, and fanart dedicated to you. It’ll cost you, though.”

“I do like reading.” Connor said politely, although, his eyebrows were slightly furrowing in confusion due to the... strange introductions.

“So!” Markus finally exited the car, albeit with very little grace. “An escape room, eh? We should probably go.”

His eyes surveyed Connor, hoping for his approval. He sighed with relief when the said Youtuber agreed.

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The door to the room was built to look like the entrance of a mausoleum. Markus willed himself to not look like an idiot. This was his chance! He’s played so many horror games. He wasn’t going to get one little room stop him.

“Are your cameras alright?” Connor asked. Markus fumbled with the GoPro strapped on his head and chest. He numbly nodded at him.

“Alright,” Simon called as he clasped his hands together, “You’ve got one hour to escape. There’s an intercom there if you want to use a hint or talk to us. Try not to break anything. Management is already a bit put off by North.”

“How was I not supposed to punch that stupid clown in the face?”

“Anyway, you think you guys can do this?”

Connor smirked determinedly. “I always accomplish my mission.”

“Oh, my god he said the thing,” Markus mumbled to himself.

“Great! Wear the blindfolds and hold each other’s hand please.”

“Why-”

“Just do it, Markus.”

“You guys-”

He shut himself up when he felt Connor tie a blindfold over his eyes. He could feel his skin gently skimming over the back of his neck. He shivered.

“We’re ready now,” he heard Connor say.

“Great!” North replied. “Now hold hands when you go in, please. It’s a safety precaution. Really.”

“You’re one big liar-”

Again, he quickly shut up when Connor’s fingers gently laced with his. His heart beat wildly. He was close to tears.

“We can do this,” Connor determinedly whispered into his ear.

Markus heard nothing. He just felt Connor’s breath teasing his skin.

“See you in an hour, guys!” That was the last thing they heard before they were unceremoniously shoved into the escape room.

The got rid of the blindfolds quickly. However, Markus noted, they were still holding hands.

“It’s very dark. There should be a flashlight here somewhere.” Connor muttered to his left. “Oh, there it is.” Markus was being dragged to the corner of a room. Suddenly, his idol’s face was blinking at him, illuminated by the sudden light. “Here, have one, too.” He gave Markus another flashlight.

“Thanks.” He praised whatever deities were out there that Connor couldn’t clearly see how much he was panicking.

They surveyed the room. It was fairly small and old fashioned, like a Victorian era grave yard for the aristocrats. There was a number of scattered objects. Blood and water smeared the wall. Eerie music played in the background.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“W-what for?”

“I’m still holding your hand.”

“... It’s fine.”

“Really? Okay.”

He expected Connor to let go.

He didn’t.

“Look at this, Markus! It’s a note!”

Markus was lead to a wall. Written in what looked like blood was a message.

‘I’m dead. Mommy killed me. She threw me in a well and watched me drown. I don’t like her very much. Did mommy send you here? Does she want to laugh at me again? No! I don’t like you! If you don’t leave, I’ll drown you, too!’

They heard child-like laughter echo within the room.

“Our best choice is to leave, I presume.”

“You’re not wrong.”

Markus was being pulled everywhere. He was barely even playing, really. He was simply following Connor as he solved every riddle and found every clue in a blink of an eye. Markus didn’t mind. He really liked listening to him.

“The buyer doesn’t want it, the seller doesn't- oh. Obviously a coffin. Does that mean the next clue is in the small coffin in the corner? Let’s see.”

Markus opened the coffin for Connor. There was a piece of paper inside. The handwriting was quite ugly and child-like. It contained the riddle:

Behind the words, behind the papers

I am the door of never-ending favours

“Behind the words...” Markus trailed off in contemplation.

Connor had his eyes narrowed, deep in thought. “What could it mean? We’re so close, Markus! I can feel it!”

Connor subconsciously tightened his grip on Markus’ hand. He didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Hold on. Behind the... papers? Connor, it’s behind the bookshelf! We gotta-” Connor quickly pulled themselves to the tall shelf stacked with books.

“Let’s try getting rid of the books. We might find something.” Connor meticulously picked off the literature.

Markus, however, was staring at one particular tome. It was titled ‘When I Drowned’. Could it..?

He gently attempted to pry it off, but instead, as he moved the book, it set off a mechanism that prompted the shelf to move. There was a hidden passage.

Connor gasped. “Markus, you’re brilliant!”

He didn’t get to reply because he was being pulled into the darkened halls. Connor was practically running with excitement, almost leaving him behind. Markus was careful to make sure neither of them tripped.

“It’s a well!” Connor said mostly to himself.

Markus raised an eyebrow. “The well where she died?”

“Most probably. What do we do now? There’s nothing else in here.”

Suddenly, from up above them, they hear the voice of a young girl.

“You’ve found me... Does mommy want to see me drown again? Well, I don’t want to! I will kill-”

“Wait a fucking minute. North, is that you?!”

Connor nudged him on the shoulder. “You can’t cut off ghosts, Markus. It’s impolite.”

“But it’s-”

“Be quiet! How will I know if you’re not here to hurt me?”

Connor was the one to answer. “We just want to escape. If you help us, we’ll be on our way. How can we prove that we’re good?”

“Mommy hates love... so she hated me! You need to prove to me that you’re capable of love!”

“I own a dog. I love him very much. I love Hank, too-”

“You’re lying! You need to prove it or I won’t believe your shit!”

Markus rolled his eyes. “Victorian-era aristocratic kids didn’t swear, North.”

With her normal voice, she replied. “Just shut up, will you? Anyway, ahem- prove to me that you know how to love!”

“But how?” Connor inclined his head to the side.

“Not you. I want the man next to you to prove it.”

“Why the hell-”

“Do as I say or I’ll drown you! No one will help you even if you cry! Even if you beg! Even if you scream!”

“Oh, whatever. Fine, what do I do?”

“Kiss your companion’s cheek.”

“Excuse you?!”

“Did I stutter? Kiss him, Markus.”

“You’re not even doing the voice anymore. Oh, god. I’m so sorry, Connor. My friends are awful and I just-”

“Just kiss me, you fool.”

“What.”

“We need to escape,” Connor cheekily smiled at a dumbfounded Markus, “it’s okay. Just kiss me.”

“Oh my god, Simon do you hear this-” They heard North from the intercom.

Markus coughed. “I wouldn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable!”

But Connor already prepared his cheek, slightly leaning it upwards for a better angle. Markus gulped.

“FUCKING DO IT, YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE!”

“North, please.”

“GET OFF MY DICK, SIMON.”

The two ignored the bickering. Connor was waiting and Markus was panicking.

“Okay, if we’re really going to do this, I just want you to know that I’m so sorry-”

“Markus...”

“A-alright! Here I go!” Markus closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Far too quickly, Connor moved his head to kiss Markus on the lips. Markus let out a gasp, but Connor held his hand tightly. They deepened the kiss.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-”

The screams of three different people resonated within the room. They both jumped apart, their hands separated now. It felt lonely. Connor’s face was bright red whilst Markus was hyperventilating in the corner.

After a few seconds of silence, a door from seemingly out of nowhere opened.

“Guys, we just asked for a cheek kiss. Ya’ll are so horny.”

“Damn, Markus. You move quick. You got French kissed by the guy you’ve probably written smut about.”

“Let’s head outside, hmm? Congratulations, you two! You’ve escaped!”

The duo shared a glance and let out incredulous laughs.

“That was fun,” Connor said to Markus quietly as the exited.

He shyly grinned. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Would you... like to do this again sometime?”

Markus powered through the heart attack that was destroying his soul. “That’d be nice,” he answered as smoothly as he could.

Connor smiled softly and intertwined his fingers once more with Markus. They walked out of the building together hand-in-hand.

“Um... where are they going? We parked on the other side...?”

“Love leads you to mysterious places, North. Let’s not question it.”

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