[kuroo tetsurou] you look like bad newsMore Like This
title: you look like bad news
characters: kuroo tetsurou, you
warning: light profanity, triggers of sexual assault (though not much)
He was the kind of boy your parents warned you about.
He certainly didn’t look dangerous - but with that dark, unruly hair and lecherous glint in his eyes - you weren’t exactly subtle in trying to avoid his sharp glares that seemed to creep and settle into the crevices of your skin.
You had never seen him in any of your classes despite sharing the same school uniform (granted, his was much more disheveled) but he looked about your age. He would occasionally wear a large, red jacket around his clothes with white letters displaying "Nekoma" on the back. He was extremely tall, and could loom over you with much ease. However, he seemed to favor sitting on the seats by the window of the train, often with a shorter boy with flamboyant, dyed blonde hair.
It was rare for you to see him alone at times or even appear at the subway you took
Summer Rain [Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader]More Like This
You were more than
just a fleeting summer rain.
You gave me the entire horizon,
and painted a beautiful rainbow
after the turbulent storm
You never wanted to question the relationship you had with Kuroo. It was the kind of relationship that just happens; when all of a sudden everything is dark, and you can only hope that he will catch you when you fall.
It was raining heavily the first time you met him.
Grey clouds gathered in the sky, raindrops fell onto the pavement, creating the perfect atmosphere for a nice nap; which was precisely why you were late on your first day of college. Even when you held an umbrella, the wind made sure to blow your way, effectively drenching your side as you ran to class. A quick glance to your watch showed that you were already fifteen minutes late, and from the rumors you heard during orientation, the professor conducting that part
[bad timing] kuroo tetsurou.More Like This
(where first words are written
on each other's bodies.)
"When were you going to tell me?" Kenma's tone is harsh, and it's so unlike him that Kuroo's nearly surprised- but it's not surprising Kenma's bitter, considering the situation.
"It was supposed to be soon," Kuroo says. "I didn't think I'd collapse, though."
"Your cancer was aggresive, and lethal. Maybe even terminal." Kenma's gold eyes are usually pools of ichor- but right now, it's as hard and cold as marble. "And you didn't feel like saying anything."
Kuroo looks away- he can't bring himself to look at Kenma. He can feel a stinging headache coming on. "I didn't want to worry you. I didn't think you'd be this mad."
"Kuroo," He says, and it's said hard. Tired. Almost angry. "I'm not mad. And I'm your best friend." He emphasises the last two words, sighing. "Let me worry about you."
"You have a lot on your mind, Kenma,
Drunk Dialing || Eren x Reader (Modern!AU)More Like This
A/N: There's like one swear word, and randomness ensues.
also, lets pretend armin had a hella rad party to celebrate him finally reaching puberty and eren got hella drunk.
Ok now that we have some backstory, lets continue on with the crack!story I wrote at 3am B))
His fingers carelessly pressed against the screen of his phone in attempt to dial the digits he remembered from the top of his head. Though it took the brunette several tries, Eren finally managed to type in the correct phone number (without snickering whenever he wrote ‘8008135’), before pressing the call button without hesitation.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring—
“Jesus Eren, why on earth are you calling me at—“
“Ah, (Y/n), just the girl I wanted to talk to! Listen, Armin’s passed out and Marco’s twerking on Jean again, so I’m gonna need a lift home. Or maybe to Disneyland. Do you think they sell alcohol?”
“Its 3am! Of all the times you ever though