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kiyoobi · 2 years
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contrary to popular belief: your boss isn't that scary.
sure you've seen Kuroo in a screaming match, utterly pissed that investors were almost dropped due to the negligence of his partners. you've seen him serious, politely asking you to leave his office so that he can fire the worker who harassed nearly every woman in the office. hell, you've even been late a few times and had seen his annoyance directed towards you and that made your heart skittish.
but despite all of that, none of those scary times can wipe away the image you see now: kuroo passed out on his desk with his cheek pressed against his lunch.
"Kuroo," you say his name first in hopes he wakes up but then resort to tapping his hand. "Kuroo." It takes a gentle push against his shoulder for him to whip wide awake, sleepily groaning and his eyes blinking away as he gains his surroundings.
you can't hold back your surprised laugh when you see his lunch smeared against his cheek, "You have a little..." Politely you gesture towards your own cheek, hoping he mirrors you.
Tiredly he rolls his eyes at himself, using a crumpled napkin to wipe only a fraction of his bento off his face. You put your things down and grab a fresh napkin, ignoring all your instincts to just pretend he got all the food off his cheek. "You're still wearing your lunch," you laugh.
Before you can think, you wipe the rest off his face. Your hand gently holds his face still, his skin a lot softer than you expected underneath your fingers. You make the mistake of looking up into his hazel eyes, your heart skipping when you find that he's already been staring at you. It's a second too late when you realize how intimate this is as his cheeks start to turn red. You've never seen him blush, never in all your years of working under him- with him.
"Sorry," you pull away too quickly now that your own face is starting to grow warm. "I- um, the..." Your mind blanks and you screw your eyes shut as you try to remember why you're here in the first place. "Charity events had been confirmed, they sent over the final list of approved teams and athletes for you to contact." Quickly you hand over the paperwork and purposely stare down at the wood grain of his desk.
"Thanks," Kuroo quietly flips through the names. He mumbles comments under his breath, and when you sneak a glance at him you wonder if he's aware his fingers are still pressed against where you had touched him.
After some few, long, awkward moments, Kuroo glances at his watch and looks at you for the first time since you accidentally caressed him. He's always…. liked you. You never seemed to be scared of his title, of anyone's higher position really. You're reliable, brave, funny, hardworking. Distracting.
He's found himself thinking more and more about you lately. Kuroo even has started to bring you back drinks from his out of his office meetings, not sure why he felt so pleased with himself when you happily and gratefully take the warm chai. He takes you out to lunch when he's noticed you're usually too busy to remember to eat, he worries over you when you take the train home and waits for that text that says you've made it home safely.
"It's my birthday,” he dumbly blurts out.
"I know," you say with a small smile and his cheeks fucking start to blush again. "Happy birthday, Kuroo."
"Tetsurou." he's quick to correct. "You've- We've worked together long enough, right?" Yes, but that doesn't mean you break the Boss v. Worker societal rules-
"Happy birthday, Tetsurou." Your voice is shy, it's rarely ever that way and now his cheeks are burning.
"Do-" He doesn't even know what he's asking. He just knows that it's getting closer to his out time in this office and soon you'll clock out too. "A few of my close friends are taking me out tonight. It should be pretty lowkey." Kuroo starts to remember, though, that "lowkey" wasn't the right word for Bokuto. "I- well, it's lowkey for us. We've known each other since we were just kids in high school, they're a bit much though. You don't have to come, it- you're probably tired from work actually, never mind. I shouldn't have assumed you didn't even have plans already though-”
Another first. You blink at Kuroo- Tetsurou- as you watch him stammer and blush, wondering where the cool and confident Boss Kuroo you've worked with all this time is hiding.
"That sounds like fun," you break his misery and offer another kind smile, unknowingly making his heart skip again. "I just have some Excel sheets to fix up and then I'm all set for tonight."
"Okay, he breathes out and watches you quietly close the door behind you as you leave. A smile grows across his face, his belly twists with excitement, and his blush never does fade away.
“Okay!" Kuroo cheers to himself. Now he has to try to not embarrass himself in front of you for the rest of his night…
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a/n: ahhh i originally posted this from my old blog on kuroo's actual birthday. i forgot i even wrote this, i wasn't able to save it before deactivating my old blog and by chance came across it again. so yay!
ao3 link <3
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nuka-rockit · 1 year
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solarisfortuneia · 2 months
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alhaitham x reader. wc: 540. fluff. pt 3. of '—the scribe, in love.' pt. 2.
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alhaitham always, always knows when something decides to worm its way into your mind. he can practically see it wiggle around, the gears in your skull turning and the cogs moving as you chew on your fingernail. the air around you almost buzzes with the energy of the idea bouncing in your head.
he watches you carefully throughout the day, one eye on his work and another on you. you keep stealing what he's sure you think are covert glances, and he bites back the urge to make a remark. instead, he decides to wait. 
when you approach him in the evening, two books tucked to your chest, he knows he'll find out soon enough. 
the countdown begins when you bring his head to your lap while he reads. with every page you flip above his head, he mentally marks another number.
three. two. one. 
“alhaitham?” 
there it is. he hums in response, eyes never parting from the words in his page.
“how do you feel about nicknames?”
now that, he did not expect. as he chooses his next words carefully, he carefully studies the glint in your eyes. idly, he wonders why you asked.
"i have no opinions about them," he says, after a few moments of silence. 
"so," you stretch out the 'o' sound, "can i call you my darling?"
"unexpected." he blinks. "but i don't see why not," odd, but a harmless request.
"can i call you sweetheart too, then?" 
"call me whatever you like," he sits up, deciding to get a drink of water. he only just takes a sip when you pipe up next.
"what about calling you my snookums?"
he chokes.  you and your timing. "does that word even exist in the dictionary?" he asks, attempting to nonchalantly distract you. 
goodness knows that if he let even a single moment of weakness show, you'd pick up on it and use the nickname on him for eternity. and if kaveh got wind of it?
the architect would haunt him with it for months.
you sigh, and that's when he knows you're nowhere near done. but you say nothing, so he assumes you're satisfied for the time being.
hours later, night blankets sumeru city, inky sky enveloping all. you've been suspiciously silent about your earlier topic of conversation. 
it is not until the two of you are comfortably settled in bed, your head resting on his outstretched arm as you face his chest, that he sees the gears turn once again. your eyes are soft, and your hand gently strokes his cheek. 
"can i call you hai-hai?" you ask, voice not louder than a breath next to his ear. 
color starts to dance on his cheeks, and he averts his eyes. he opens his mouth in protest, but words die in his throat.
who would've thought the acting grand sage, one who knows so, so many words, in so many languages, would be rendered speechless by a nickname, and such a silly one at that?
you do not wait for a response. a smile slowly spreads across your face and the hand on your face squishes, then pokes his cheek.
"hai-hai it is, then." you press a kiss to his nose. "goodnight, hai-hai."
you'd be the death of him.
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usertragedys · 8 months
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VICTORIA PEDRETTI AS DANI CLAYTON ↳ The Haunting Of Bly Manor | 1x09
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teenythings · 4 months
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blue moodboard :333
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meluiloth · 23 days
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*during the Kinslaying in Sirion*
Maglor: Hello, future foster children!
Elrond and Elros: Our parents are still alive...
Maedhros: We can fix that.
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dudeitiskarev · 10 months
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There’s something about him when loses the jacket 😮‍💨
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notemaker · 7 months
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Picture season two: Mello and Near working together but it's like in The Office.
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"I can't believe Feyre couldn't answer the riddle, if it was Aelin ,she would've finished in just a week"
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe Feyre wasn't loved enough to know the answer? Like she never knew what it was like being loved until Rhys and the IC.
And you comparing two very different characters is just plain stupid. Like you're comparing a highly trained fae assassin to a human.
The fact that she did all that as a 19 year old human proves how strong and awesome she is.
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REPOST⚠️
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fawnsmilk · 1 year
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pynkpommy · 8 days
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@b0tster and her Prey 🩸🖤🩸
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problemchildzu · 10 months
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Nu carnival bellies are back. I need to play the game more tbh, I need more yakumo in my life.
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qualtrose-art · 10 months
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Our Future Together
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girlrindou · 5 months
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Kazuuuuuu
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lolthsworned · 4 months
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rae-pss · 4 months
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masterlist
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . the winner option in the poll i did, using @rae-reblogs , was to post the drabbles with the character i had on mind (in a specific-character way). so, here y'all have the first one.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 215 words, just simeon falling from heaven for mc, wrote in third person with they/them pronouns for mc.
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it was the second time in simeon's entire existence that he had sworn something; the first was when he swore trust and pure, endless love to god, and the second was when he promised you that he would descend for them, that he would abandon his life in heaven if so they asked him to.
the first oath took place thousands of years ago. it happened in the times when the brothers were angels, in the times when satan didn't exist and lilith lived happily among the rest.
however, the second oath was made in fiery eroticism, in the passion of the most carnal desire. it happened when one of the most beautiful and faithful angels gave in to bliss; he surrendered at the feet of one of the very sixth deadly sin. it was on the first occasion, the same one he allowed himself to succumb to the most lustful pleasure a being as holy as him could witness.
and, as he once promised, he descended for them. he caved in everything he once possessed for everything they gave him. he lost his purity, his innocence, his divinity; he left everything behind for his adoration of them. his devotion, his affection, his warmth, his love and tenderness were now for them alone to experience.
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