Bright-BlueEyes

Kuroo's fingers trace lightly down the middle of your exposed back, his feathery touch slowly moving down into the curve of your body and then back up and under the concealment of your raised shirt. The room is silent aside from the quiet breathing coming from the both of you, and minutes full of his careful stroking slowly pass. You find that the steady rhythm leaves you in an almost hypnotic-like trance, and you feel yourself being lulled into a spell through his comforting caress. "Are you still awake?" he suddenly asks. There’s a pause. The question slowly registers through your mind before you finally let out a light hum in repl

As a bartender, you've had your fair share of drunken weirdness. Booty calls, fist fights and badly sung mini concerts. You've grown quite accustomed to the night life of the Cat's Eye Bar. It sometimes felt quite endearing in its own unusual way to witness people drink away the night, only to have themselves carted out at 3am in the morning. Yup, being a bartender was never boring. Although, some nights may get a little too exciting.  Your shift started out normally, punching your card, a quick hello to the boss and fellow waiters and waitresses. It was 9pm on a Saturday night and the crowd was a little more subdued than usual. Groups

You lived in Miyagi and go to Karasuno. You were the assistant manager of the volleyball team. Tanaka and Nishinoya have always been nosy about your love life because for as long as they’ve known you, they’ve never once seen you go on a date. The Karasuno volleyball team knew you had a boyfriend. They knew he was from Tokyo and that he was a volleyball player. However, aside from Daichi and Suga, none of them knew his name or what school he attended. The Nekoma volleyball team knew their captain had a girlfriend. They knew you were from Miyagi and the manager of one of the volleyball teams. Aside from Kenma, none of them knew yo

The chirping of sneakers against hardwood floors and the thunderous rumble of spiked volleyballs were exhilarating; a mixture of cheers from both players and a slew of bystanders bounced off the walls, giving the innocent practice match a semi-finals feel. You had no talent to play the sport yourself, but it didn't take your love away from the game. You held a deep sense of pride for your team, one that eventually lead into volunteering yourself to capture their successful moments on film and offering them to the school paper. It was a hobby that had turned you into quite the dependable source, but your true intentions hadn't solely started

Warning: Alcohol use, profanities It’s like a dream—one tainted by an alcoholic and irritating hangover.            You wake up before him, and feel his warm relaxed breaths blow against the slope of your forehead—his cheek is pillow-creased and his chest is enticingly bare—and you waste a moment staring at him, waste a moment losing yourself in the curve of his furrowed eyebrows, the height of his cheekbones, and the burnt charcoal of his eyelashes; and you wonder what might he see when he looks at you in the milky white light of day—faint grey eye bags and a flattering bed head that tragically complements yo

"December arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit on exposed hands and faces." - J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix ❅ -        There had been a number of anomalies in the past week, but this one took the cake. (Name) was waiting patiently on the freezing metal bench that was perched under the shelter of a bus stop, waiting for Kuroo Tetsurou's figure to appear somewhere in the thick snow that was falling. The unusual cold that day was strange in itself, but the fact that Tetsurou hadn't shown up for 30 minutes was even stranger. Due to the abundance of worry that (Nam

mentions of alcohol and sexual acts (this is not a smut) ------------------------------------------------------------------- The light of the sun was stirring you awake, feeling a bit hangover from the drinks you had last night, but nothing a good amount of water couldn’t fix. You looked over to the side of your bed, expecting to see a familiar face, but there was no one there. Your hands felt the space that he occupied, warm. He left not too long ago.   You rested against your back, not sure if you should feel glad or hurt that he didn’t stay, but then again what could you expect from the bed haired man that was rumored of being

[Name] was particularly happy with her new flat; new, spacious, with large balcony doors that allowed lots of sunlight to infiltrate her private space. Even the location was ideal: inside a small courtyard, away from the noise of the streets and yet close to all necessary amenities. She sighed contently as she sat on her bed, ready for an evening of relaxation after a really long day. It had been quite some time since she had moved in, but with her demanding job and keeping up with her social life, she hadn’t really had the time to furnish the flat. She didn’t even have curtains. Not that she really cared. Her fingers ran to the

“Why are you wearing those?” The irked voice of your older brother greeted you as you stepped out of the car and bounced towards him. “I’m going to play.” “And who told you that you’re allowed to play?” “Me.” You shifted your chocolate orbs to meet his frustrated ones, smiling playfully at him as you stuck out your tongue. “You brought me here anyways-“ “No, I did not – you shoved your way into the bus the last minute-“ “And so since I have nothing better to do,” Placing a hand on your hip, you shifted all your weight to one foot. 

Kuroo ran down the stairs in a frenzy. Everything danced left and right, and awakening every survival instinct he possessed, propelled him forward. His fingers clenched tightly the fluffy textile wrapped around his groin as his bare feet made contact with the rough surface of the street. He cast about, taking in the view of the old ladies on the street holding each other. [Name] came running through the entrance of the building, her cotton night robe barely covering her naked body. Slippers flopping on the street she ran towards him, completely disheveled. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her attire, despite their dire predicam