With Gaara beside you, you were strolling on the shore after you just both as the cold and salty breeze of the night filled you. With all honesty, you can’t believe that you’ll be spending your holidays at the beach. It was just very unlikely since everyone was wishing for snow and yet here you were walking in the sand. You can’t reject this offer though. Gaara invited you and you know he had something prepared each and everytime he’d initiate stuff with you.
You’ve been friends for so long and you’ve been pining for him ever since then. However, there’s a part of you that wasn’t hoping anymore and would accept it if he couldn’t reciprocate your feelings.
Hi hi :) i was wondering if you could write fluff/cuddling hcs for gaara and a few reader?
🏜 Little spoon is surely his cup of tea. His head tucked in your shoulder as you pat his hair gently, possibly rambling about your relatively long day. Talk about whatever you please, he doesn’t mind! Don’t be surprised if he wants to try something his friends do, he’s a curious man. However, some may be a bit awkward so prepare for that.
愛——“I heard couples play with each other’s hair,” Gaara stared, taking a deep breath. “Could we perhaps, try that?” You simply snort at his request, patting the spot next to you.
🏜 He finds it incredibly hard to sleep every night unless he has the sound of your heartbeat swaying him to sleep. Or perhaps your fingers combing through his hair, your voice echoing throughout his ears. Anything, just anything that tells him you’re there!
🏜 I have a feeling he’s a rather warm individual, radiating enough heat to get you through most nights without a blanket. Off-topic, Gaara would much rather be touching your bare skin in any way possible. Whether it’s your thigh, back, stomach, shoulder, just anything. After all, the poor man can hardly believe you’re there, loving him, and holding you so dearly.
愛——“You feel so soft.” The redhead murmurs into your neck, absentmindedly running his hand up the skin of your back. Thank god his hands were warm!
愛——“Wandering hands?” You asked, looking down at your partner, snorting when his head started to turn an unnatural shade of red.
🏜 Argue if you will but Gaara turns red every time you kiss him. Although he’s more than embarrassed at his involuntary actions there’s no chance he’d decline any of your kisses. His face lightly cupped in your hands, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks as you admire his features. Then proceeding to tell him everything you love about him while trying to kiss his pain away. Gaara could quite literally die of happiness.
🏜 He craves your touch, your affection far more than it seems. If you arent home, or stay out too long after his return he’ll lose it. Any attempts to get his mind off of you are futile; he loves you so much. Gaara is constantly wanting to be in your arms or even near you for the matter that it practically hurts. He’s certain that no one could ever love him like you do. Perhaps that’s for better, or worse.
愛——“Hey Garra, I’m home-!” You were almost immediately engulfed in a suffocating hug, feeling the man’s body relax against yours. “Huh? Gaara, don’t tell me you were worried!”
愛——“Shouldn’t lovers do this? Worry about one another?”
🏜 It’s just the idea of being protected for once in his life. To be touched as if he’s a human, a living, breathing person. To trace his mark, to call it beautiful when at some point he believed it wasn’t. It’s an irreplaceable feeling, isn’t it?
fluff with gaara and a female reader using prompt 39, please 🥺
[Gaara X Reader] Old and Single
|200 Followers Event|
Prompt: 39 — “We’re more than friends.“
Pairing: Gaara x fem!Reader
Note: Thank you for your request, anon! In this one, Gaara is especially forward (I think even though he appears to be soft and caring, Gaara definitely has a bold personality :D) Without further ado, hope you’ll enjoy!
You were the only person besides his siblings that could lounge around in his office, munching on some snacks and keeping him company while Gaara worked through the stacks of paper. This was one of the advantages to being his childhood friend—but being so close made it impossible to cross the water.
small vanilla with chocolate sauce and sprinkles(forehead) with gaara and haku? Please and thank you.
ORDER: small vanilla with chocolate sauce and sprinkles
notes: this is the last request from the event!! a huge thank you to everyone who participated, whether that be sending in an ask or showing love to the fics! i will never be able to thank you all enough for your support, it means the world!
also i want to mention that though this request is for haku, he is actually not on my list of characters i write for! as such, he might not be completely in character…
Crazy, you’d called your friends, absolutely batshit, you added for good measure. A dare was a dare, they insisted in return, snickering behind their hands and shoving you in the direction of the balcony door—an action that would otherwise prove to be completely unthreatening, but at the current moment, there was a certain someone standing there, leaning against the frame as he chatted with Naruto.
You and Gaara were not complete strangers, if by that definition you could pretend that the two of you knew each other from hearing your mutual friends mention you to the other, but in practicality? You hadn’t even said one word to the guy, and your friends had dared you to put up some mistletoe above him. What idiots!
Never again, you decided hotly, dread curling in the pit of your stomach. For all the sand in the world, never again would you talk to him—it would be impossible after this, absolutely infeasible.
The situation is made worse by the fact that you were interrupting his and Naruto’s conversation by coming up to them, feeling some kind of expression twist on your face as you twirled the little sprig of mistletoe between your fingers.
For his credit, Gaara’s own face remained carefully blank as you held it up, trying to conceal the slight tremble of your hand as he looked between you, the mistletoe, and Naruto, who looked about as clueless as you felt mortified.
Lucky for you, however, and for your friend’s lives, he listened to your choppy explanation patiently, only diverting his gaze when you’d finished, arm faltering.
“Er, I mean, no pressure, obviously!” You babbled, aware of your friends watching from somewhere in the background. “Sorry, it’s just that mistletoe and Christmas go, like, hand in hand! Um, and it would be a shame to break from tradition during a party like this, haha—”
“Do you… want to?” Is the first thing he asks you after successfully shutting yourself up. You balk at the question, not expecting that of all the things he could have said.
“Um… yes?” It sounds unsure, even to yourself, but Gaara nods, turning himself fully to face you. He doesn’t even waste a moment, bending at the waist to press a gentle, if not slightly clumsy kiss at the center of your forehead.
You could pinpoint exactly when everyone looks, because all conversation in the near vicinity stops. The warmth of his lips lingers on your face for only a moment before the rest of you explodes with warmth, embarrassment filling your body not only from the kiss, but from the sheer amount of stares everyone else is giving you.
The mistletoe is crushed between your palms when he observes you, a slight flush of his own spread across those high cheekbones.
You were going to kill your friends.
Haku was the prettiest boy you’d ever laid eyes on. You’d noticed it from all the way across Naruto’s backyard, the silky sheen of his hair and plump lips and gentle face. It made you a little too self-aware, being in the same room, so being paired up to play seven minutes in heaven was probably only the second worst thing that could have happened.
You’d gotten the rundown from Naruto only minutes before the game started, as he tried to shout over the chatter of other attendees crowding his backyard for the summer barbecue he was hosting. There were some (Shikamaru and Sasuke) who looked like they’d stepped into hell, whereas others (Lee and Kiba) looked exceptionally excited to play.
Just your luck that you’d gotten the one person who’s voice you hadn’t even heard prior to that moment. At least with the commotion outside, you were spared from the dreaded seven minutes of dead silence, but you still fidgeted in your spot, almost too afraid to look at him.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, voice light and airy as you fidget. You shrug. “Apologies, I didn’t wish to make anyone anxious.” For the first time that night, you stare directly at him. He looks even prettier up close, porcelain skin and long lashes.
“Don’t worry, it’s just the game,” you offer a smile. Half-truths were never your specialty, but Haku returns the smile. With everyone else outside, the two of you are on display for everyone to see, separated only by a glass door.
“Well, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” he says kindly, leaning back in his chair. “It must be nerve-wracking to be paired with someone you don’t know.” Haku’s smile widens. “Why don’t we tell each other a little bit about ourselves?”
There’s only so much you can say in the few minutes you have left, but to your credit, you’re a lot more relaxed than when you’d first followed him back into the house. With only a minute left, you realize that it would be a shame to not do something, despite the lingering absurdity at the whole situation.
“Um, Haku?” You rub the nape of your neck. “Would you, uh, be okay with me kissing you?” He blinks, and you quickly mend your statement. “Um, nothing big! Just like, on the forehead or something! It just—ah, feels like a waste—”
He laughs a bit at that, it’s one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve heard, lighting something fuzzy in your chest. “Okay,” he agrees, turning a kind smile to you. “I don’t mind.” Heart pounding, you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. You miss a bit, ending up getting the spot just above his left eyebrow, but Haku doesn’t seem to mind, meeting you halfway to close the distance quicker.
There’s a ripple of cheering outside, and you pull away, flipping the others off as they make obnoxious kissing faces. But as Haku laughs, much to your embarrassment, you can’t help but think that maybe it was not so bad to be paired with someone you did not even know after all.
pairing: nanami kento x reader , gojo satoru x reader , geto suguru x reader
warnings: none! It’s all fluff :)
I wrote this really quickly but I’m actually proud of it! I know I should be working on my other stuff 🚶♂️ but this concept is so cute im crying. Hope you like it, stay safe everyone ! <3 btw requests are open!
Nanami loves intimacy, he lives for the feelings of closeness. So it makes sense that he’d want to cook dinner with you. There’s something about the vulnerability of being in your shared apartment’s kitchen while music plays and Nanami chops vegetables.
You’ll try to sneak tastes of the pasta sauce or cut pieces of cheese to have as a quick snack. He’ll catch you, of course, to stop him from chastising you, you’ll pop pieces of food into his mouth as well.
(he’ll try to hide his smile as he chews)
If you struggle to chop some carrots while Nanami is at work with the pasta sauce. He’ll stop everything he’s doing and come from behind you and wrap his hand over yours on the knife’s handle and rest his chin on the crook of your neck.
He says he’s helping you cut the carrots behind a lazy smile.
You can feel his soft breath tickle your neck, despite knowing him for so long you can’t help but blush at the close proximity.
Despite his talent of paying attention to detail, I stand by the fact that he’ll almost burn something because he’s too busy looking at you.
He’ll discard the dirty dishes on the counter to slow dance with you in the middle of the kitchen! Sunlight filtering through the windows and soft jazz playing on a record player.
tsukishima kei is petty. so when you reel back from his kiss, he instantly frowns with an eyebrow raised and a look of disbelief. how dare you shy away from his kiss? you laugh dismissively, bringing a small mirror up higher to admire your reflection, lightly touching up your face. “sorry, babe. i just put on lip gloss.” he stares at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and scoffing, annoyed. you think nothing of it until later when you try to cling onto his arm and nuzzle to his side and he all but peels himself away from you. you pout. tsukishima gives you a mocking, childish look. “sorry, babe i just put on cologne. i don’t want you rubbing on the scent.” “that doesn’t make any sense,” you laugh. he narrows his eyes at you before clicking his tongue and looking away. “well since i can’t kiss you, you shouldn’t be able to touch me,” he grumbles. but his eyes widen in surprise when you quickly stand on the tips of your toes to place a fat, juicy kiss on his cheek, giggling manically at your antics. he frowns, feeling the stickiness but you stand to place more kisses all over his face. “alright, alright! damn,” he pushes you away, palm on your face. “fine, i get it. you can stop being annoying now.” you happily skip towards him, successfully hooking your arms together while you watch him struggle to wipe it off. you did offer him makeup wipes after a good few minutes of him struggling.
reader’s gender is unspecified warning for mentions of blood
The room is quiet and still in late evening, broken only by bouts of quiet laughter. The cup of tea at your elbow has long since gone cold, forgotten once Kakashi had climbed through the open window, dripping blood onto your floor. It isn’t the first time he’s made such an entrance, nor will it be the last; at least it’s never boring, you think to yourself, being in love with a shinobi with a survival instinct the approximate size of a teaspoon.
“A squirrel,” you check once again, hands gentle as you tie the bandage over Kakashi’s hand, tugging at the small knot to ensure it wont unravel. The meat of his palm had been split from thumb to wrist, and not for a single moment do you believe his explanation.
“A vicious one. Honestly, we’re lucky it didn’t take my hand clean off,” Kakashi deadpans, making you huff out another laugh. You cant contain your smile, shaking your head. It’s ridiculous, he’s ridiculous; you glance across the table as he turns his hand, pressing your palms together without another word. The room goes quiet as he twines your fingers together, knocking his knee against yours beneath the table.
“Thank you,” Kakashi says after a beat, making you look up to see him eye-smiling. You huff with a roll of your eyes, squeezing his hand.
Glancing past the rim of his special book, Kakashi regarded the figure before him with wide eyes. “Ah, Sakura!” He exclaimed, his eye crinkling to indicate a smile. “It’s nice to see you.”
Sakura’s expression stayed the same, her left hip popped out slightly with a unimpressed look on her face. “Likewise,” she bit out, rolling her eyes.
“Not in a good mood today, Sakura?” Kakashi asked, feigning innocence.
“Actually,” a new voice spoke, “Sakura-chan’s right, Kakashi-sensei, this porn obsession you have is a bit ridiculous.” Blonde hair peeked out behind pink, and soon Kakashi found both his students - or was it ex-students, now? - before him, both with the same unimpressed expression on their face.
“More like embarrassing,” Sakura griped, raising a brow as she regarded her long-time friend and sensei with barely concealed disgust. His obsession with those damn porn books had disgusted her as a pre-teen too, but in those days she had openly voiced her opinion about everything. As she grew, she learned to keep her opinions and thoughts to herself, slightly, and had yet to reprimand the man for his unhealthy obsession in a while.
Today seemed like a good day. And when she had Naruto to back her up, it made it all that much better.
“Two students in one day,” Kakashi drawled, “how nice.”
Naruto chuckled; “very funny, Kakashi-sensei.” He shook his head, “but seriously. Do you ever leave the house without that thing?” He pointed with a curled lip at the green paper-back in Kakashi’s right hand.
Kakashi, to amuse his students, paused in thought. “Hmm… No.”
Both students deadpanned.
“It’s no wonder you haven’t found yourself a girlfriend.” Sakura commented, her medic-voice - or should he say mature? - coming through.
“Why is that?” Kakashi questioned, scratching at his face.
“Well, it’s obvious,” Sakura answered.
Desperately, the pink-haired girl turned to her best friend with pleading eyes. Naruto gladly continued. “No girl would ever want to date a man who spends more time focused on porn,” he explained. “Even I know that.”
“And how much experience do you have with woman, Naruto?”
“Hey!” Naruto exclaimed, face going red. “I have plenty!”
Kakashi nodded, “hmm, i’m sure.”
“Listen here you-!”
“This isn’t about Naruto, Kakashi-sensei,” Sakura interrupted, placing a hand against Naruto’s chest in hopes of stopping him. With her strength, it wasn’t all that hard. “This is about you and your lack of tact. When was the last time you were with a girl?”
Kakashi chose to remain silent.
Still, he said nothing. He didn’t miss the way Sakura’s lips curled into a teasing smirk.
“Come on, Kakashi-sensei! This obsession is starting to affect your social life!”
Hmm, Kakashi wondered how long this would continue - he had plans after all.
“I agree, dattebayo!”
Ah, Naruto was grinning too.
It seemed, not for long.
Eye crinkling again, Kakashi spun, turning around to face you as you lightly begun running Kakashi’s way. Your hand was raised slightly, waving side to side as you finally stopped before the much taller man. “Kakashi,” you breathed out, “nice to see you.”
Kakashi took a step forward, hand falling on your waist in a gentle manner. “You as well, Y/N,” he whispered back. “Shall we go?”
You grinned up at him, “of course! I’ve been looking forward to our date all week!”
Chuckling, Kakashi led you off; “so have I… Oh!” Pausing, he turned back to his students quickly, choosing not to mention the slacked jaws and wide eyes - but oh boy did he make a mental note of their rather dumb looking expressions. “Bye-bye my dear students!”
You sent a wave yourself, before Kakashi set a hand on your lower back and whisked you off.
Glancing at one another, Naruto and Sakura were absolutely stupefied.
“Was that Kakashi?”
“And a girl?”
“Going on a date!?”
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Never have you loved someone more than you loved Iwaizumi. He was such a big presence in your life, and every part of the relationship made your heart absolutely flutter.
Iwaizumi was as perfect as a boyfriend you could have asked for, and in turn, you did your best to do the same for him. He always maintained that you didn’t have to try hard to impress him- he loved you the way you are. Regardless, you wanted to showcase your best self to him.
Suguru slid one of his hands to your chin and pulled you in, making sure his lips were three centimeters from yours.
His fingertips pressed together twice in succession and you knew that was the signal, you tilted your head slightly before opening your lips to allow the black-haired man to exhale the smoke from the mint cigarette into your mouth.
JJK BOYS + THEIR CLOSE FRIEND DISRESPECTING YOU IN FRONT OF THEM AS A PRANK
[includes] gojo satoru // geto suguru // fushiguro megumi [warning] bullying, body shaming [ all fake!! just for the prank! ] [request]here. [notes] this is longer than i expected sheeesh
— GOJO SATORU
today was the day to get back at gojo’s countless pranks and you prayed shoko’s acting skills will do you justice. greeting your boyfriend with a sweet peck, everyone braced themselves when yaga entered, four marked test papers in his grasp.
shooting shoko a quick wink, you gather your test and start comparing with gojo’s, complaining about ones you got wrong until shoko’s familiar scent takes over your senses, your test hastily snatched out of your hold.
here goes nothing, you think. it was a little too early to start the prank, but with geto gone to the bathroom and yaga outside talking to another teacher, you see why shoko did. you start to protest, reaching for your papers but shoko raises them higher, a lopsided grin evident on her face. taking a swift peek at gojo, you drink in his alarmed yet neutral expression.
it was not enough; he was probably thinking that she’s just being playful.
apparently shoko thought so too, because in a mocking voice, she starts to read your mistakes out loud, snickering at how you managed to get the easiest of questions wrong. stumbling out of your seat, heart aching and tears daring to spill because he still isn’t doing anything. does he truly care for you? why would he just sit there and-
a flurry of white blockes your vision, crumpled papers lightly pressed against your chest. your boyfriend stands quietly in the middle of you and shoko, his back facing you. an eerie, unfamiliar quietness took over as he drilled holes into shoko, face stone cold.
“say that again. i dare you.”
and that was the end of it.
you were dragged back to your dorm by gojo, yaga’s calls falling into deaf ears. you barely got a word out before he engulfed you in a hug. you knew words weren’t his expertise, and that’s why you could feel the sincerity behind the way he held you. it was tempting, to not tell him it was a prank, but for shoko’s safety, you did. gojo looked both relieved and dumbfounded, going back to his normal self now that he knew you were okay. leisurely walking back to class, you were met with a cackling geto, a worried shoko and a pissed off yaga. good luck
JJK BOYS + THEIR CRUSH HOLDING THEIR HAND BY SURPRISE
[includes] gojo satoru // geto suguru [request] Hi! I saw your reqs were open so… would you be willing to write how you think Gojo and Geto will react to their crush holds their hand by surprise? [notes] i redirected this req from my pervious acc! the last dialogue in geto’s part is from a line in orestes
— GOJO SATORU
this is a bad idea. gojo remembers thinking to himself, seconds before he asked you to watch the latest horror movie with him. almost everyday he encounters a monster no movie would ever be able to replicate; so what’s the harm in watching one made out of CG? it’ll be fine, he could watch the movie he’d been dying to see all while impressing you. though in the midst of an intense scene, sitting on the edge of his seat with you next to him, gojo realized he wasn’t fond of jumpscare’s at all. the music was getting louder—more intense as the doors rattle, everyone holding their breath. however, you had other plans. in the spur of the moment, you took ahold of gojo’s hand in a vice-like grip, leaning towards his seat for support. then onwards, he couldn’t concentrate on the screen in front of him, even if the climax had been revealed. it was all on his hand intertwined tightly with yours. he wondered how could someone do that and not get flustered, yet you just did. he tried to focus, but half the time he was busy willing his interlocked palm not to sweat. it was strange—funny almost that such a little gesture could frazzle the strongest shaman in the world.
hello pies! i’m nervous about requesting but i had an idea for a fic where the boy introduces the reader as his gf when he hadn’t officially asked her out yet. the characters i would like to read this for see tsukki, kenma, and akaashi but you can write for whoever is easier :)
pairings: tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, & akaashi hajime, all with a fem!reader
warnings: an annoying ‘friend’ character in akaashi’s but it’s okay, akaashi gotchu :) other than that, it’s not proofread because i’m writing all this at midnight when i should be sleeping lol so i’m sorry in advance haha
a/n: i’m dYING AT THIS PROMPTTTT. this was so funny omggg. thank you so much for requesting though lovely! pls don’t feel nervous! i love hearing from you all :D i wasn’t sure if you wanted it to be like on purpose or by accident so we’ve got a mix of both hahaha none of the following gifs are mine - credits to the original creators!
Tsukishima had planned on never asking you out at all because he hated the idea of telling you how he was feeling when there was so much room for him to get rejected. He couldn’t imagine how weird things would be if you two stopped being friends because he couldn’t shut his feelings up.
He actually really liked your company, so to imagine that it was his fault that the two of you stopped hanging out, the mere idea made him more annoyed than the idea of hiding his feelings forever.
But then one day, when he was leaving the club room, he saw you talking to one of your classmates. They were teasing you about something, he could tell by the way you were nervously playing with your fingers in front of you. He walked slowly towards the edge of the walkway, attempting to listen in.
warning: Megumi having blue eyes instead of green, Megumi picking reader up
summary: Nobara and Yuji set Megumi up and he runs to your door late at night asking if you have a boyfriend
Authors Note: For the sake of the plot the reader lives in their parent’s house instead of the dorms, just wanted to clarify. Also, I wrote this really late at night and didn’t revise it since I wanted to post this as soon as possible. Sorry for ghosting you guys. εїз
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Megumi Fushigiro attempted to ask you out on a snowy night. He showed up randomly and knocked on your door frantically. You rushed down the steps almost slipping on the wooden stairs and swung the door open, your heart calming down after you spot Megumi’s blue eyes.
“What are you doing here at night?” You question your breath turning into vapor due to the cold temperatures
“I was just going to ask you something but you seem busy.” He answers pointing at your toothbrush in your hand and your messy and wet hair
“ No, I’m not busy.” You quickly say and chuck your toothbrush behind you, a large smile planted on your face hiding your embarrassment.
“Oh okay then.” He says with a sigh
“I wanted to ask if you were dating someone?” He asked staring at you with a hand rubbing the back of his neck
“No, where would you get that notion!” You screech your face heating up
“Yuji and Nobara told me that you were dating someone and Gojo told me to talk to you .” He explains relief gracing his features
“Well, now that that’s cleared up I’ll get going now.” He turns on his heel and walks away
You stand in the doorway watching him walk away with snowflakes setting on his dark hair. You shiver finally feeling the cold nip your body. A sigh leaves your mouth as you watch him turn a corner and disappear.
“That was so embarrassing” you mumble turning around to head back into your house.
Before you can close the door you feel a vibration in your pocket. You take your phone out of your pocket and see that Nobara is calling.
“What are doing calling me so late?” You ask closing the front door and walking toward your couch
“DID MEGUMI SHOW UP!” Nobara shrieks
“Yeah he did, you tricked him to think that I was dating someone.” You remark plopping down on your couch
“Wait it worked.” You hear Yuji ask on the other line
“What worked?” you ask a bit suspicious
“Did Megumi ask you out?” Nobara ignores your question and asks you another question
“What no.” You respond a frowning slightly
“Well, he was supposed to!” Yuji exclaims on the other end
“Wait he was?” You question sitting up on the couch your frown turning into a slight smile
“Yeah he was but I guess he failed,” Nobara states a sigh leaving her lips
You immediately hang up and rush out the front door running to try to catch up to Megumi, Forgetting to put on shoes and a jacket.
You halt when you spot him sitting on a bench with his head in his hands and slowly approach him. The snow falling on you and melting into your clothes. You stop right in front of him and he slowly lifts his face to meet yours.
“ Little birdy told me that you were going to ask me out.” You tease street light illuminating your face
He stares at you in shock, his face turning pink. A small silence falls over the two as he hesitates, trying to find the right words.
“Will you go out with me?” You ask with a hand outstretched towards him
He smiles and grabs your hand, a sign that he accepts. You both smile at each other and walk back towards your house. Megumi wraps his jacket around you and picks you up bridal style surprising you.
“You are dumb for walking outside in the winter without a coat and shoes.” He lectures
“Well I had to catch up with my boyfriend.” you retort snuggling up closer to him inhaling his cologne
You hear him chuckle, a goofy grin gracing your face as you both venture to your house. The moon and lamp post illuminating your path.
kuroo’s always hated wedding receptions, they were so tacky and noisy and all the things annoying with social gatherings, but now — now that he’s standing in the middle of his own wedding’s reception — he’s starting to think that they might not be so bad after all.
the speeches are over, cake’s been cut, and now everyone he loves and cares for are sharing the dance floor as they come and congratulate him for a beautiful ceremony.
and in the busy dance floor crowd he sees you, his partner through all this, and he pulls away from the conversation he’s having to take you away from yours.
because it is yours and his wedding after all, and that means he can have you for as long as tonight lasts.
so he taps on your shoulder, then you turn, and you smile when you see that it’s him, and he smiles when he sees that it’s you.
“may i have this dance?” he asks you, mocking the cliché term, and there’s a bubble in his chest as he hears you laugh.
you take his hand and it fits as well as a glove, and there’s a certain way the ring on your finger grazes his palm that gets him feeling butterflies.
“i don’t know,” you grin, your hand on his as his other sits comfortably on your waist.
you raise a brow, “do you have a trust fund?”
kuroo’s chest rises with his chuckle, his black tux not as tidy as it was before the ceremony, but you’re still convinced that he puts the eye in eye candy.
music plays in the background, a fun hymn that isn’t as classy for the waltz, but a slow tune deserving enough for a slow dance that puts you and (your newly announced) husband in a satisfying closeness.
it wasn’t even three hours ago that he stopped being your fiancé to be your husband, but kuroo feels like he’s already been loving you permanently like this for forever.
so he points it out, swaying to the beat of the music, surrounded by everyone else in the dim lit dance floor.
“we’re dancing at our wedding, you know.” he tells you, grinning down at you as you dance with him.
and you laugh, “oh, is this what that was?”
“i thought it was a really pretentious dinner party.” you follow, laughing as you say it, and kuroo can’t help but note how charming you are.
“you missed the entire ceremony where they pronounced us married?” he asks you, playing along with your bit.
and you shrug, “i must’ve slept through it.”
“well then,” kuroo smiles, “may i be the 14th person tonight to tell you how amazing you look?”
and you reply, matching his expression, “15th actually.”
“your nephew told me he’d steal me away from you the second he turns 18.” you continue, and you fake a scoff.
kuroo rolls his eyes, “i’ll fight him.”
so you laugh, “he’s just a kid.”
and he grins back at you, “that makes him easier to defeat.”
you laugh and he laughs too, and a few more minutes pass by, no words being exchanged by either of you, just sweet swaying through music as you’re both passed with lovely ‘congratulations’ by a swindle of your friends.
and it’s a lot to take in — cause the congratulations the two of you are being given are because legally, you’re officially married to each other now.
so kuroo asks you, “any regrets?”
“no regrets.” you tell him immediately.
and kuroo raises a brow, he jokes, “i still don’t have a trust fund.”
and you joke with him, “one regret.”
you swoon when he laughs, and you’re sure that it’s your favorite sound in the world, and this time, you ask kuroo, “do you have regrets?”
and he nods, “i regret giving bokuto the mic.”
“hey, i liked bokuto’s speech.” you tell him, laughing as you remember how loud and long it was, and you wonder if he’s still in the crowds with akaashi and atsumu somewhere in the business of it all.
kuroo snorts, “he was crying.”
you smile, “it’s ‘cause he loves us.”
kuroo sways you again, it’s almost midnight now, the thrill of the night is dying down, and with it, a shadow of realization comes to you, and you realize how marriage is both exciting and terrifying at the same time.
and you wish that it’d just stay like this - dancing with kuroo at your wedding reception.
so you look up at him, and he looks down to you, and his expression asks you what’s wrong, and you’re sure that there’s nothing to be worried about.
“don’t ever divorce me.” you tell him, gentle as if you’re bashful about it, but your worries ease when he meets you with his charming grin.
kuroo smiles, nodding as he does, “never.”
he’s honest as he says that, he’s completely sure of it —
because tomorrow when he wakes up next to you as your husband and not fiancé, nothing will change except for that title.
he will still love you the way he did yesterday, he will still love you the way he’ll do next tuesday. time doesn’t exist in the bubble he’s made for you, and in there, there isn’t a reality where he stops loving you.
in the rain, in the sun, at noon, or at midnight, in two years or in ten — you will be loved, and it’ll be kuroo who gets the privilege of doing so.
so he sways you, just before kissing you, and he says, “thank you for marrying me.”
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