Out of Place

Tetsurou narrowed his eyes. “Bastard.” Sawamura chuckled, hand still outstretched. Tetsurou frowned, but took Sawamura’s hand to shake on it, callouses rough on his palm. “But you can’t call me Kuroo-san,” he said.

If Aoba Josai are plants, then Iwachan would be a cactus that Tobio cares for U uU

Arts be slow on art the next few days–will be busy!

13 Days of HQ Halloween pt2

October 1 - Witches AO3

October 2 - Witches pt2 AO3

October 4 - Demons AO3

October 9 - Monsters AO3

October 10 - Costumes AO3

October 13 - Haunted Houses AO3

Kuroo laughed as Konoha recounted a story of a disastrous first date.  He has no idea how Konoha conned the girl into a second date considering how badly the first one went.  No, that’s not true.  Kuroo knows Konoha is intelligent and he’s hilarious when he’s not trying so hard, plus he’s not a bad looking guy either.

“Maybe next time take her to a movie and dinner, or maybe the arcade?”  Kuroo suggested.

“An arcade?  Really Kuroo?”  Konoha says in a condescending voice.  Kuroo slaps the fake blood against the side of his skull a little harder than usual but Konoha just laughs.  They both know he’s purposefully being an asshole, who doesn’t love the arcade?

Kuroo was working as a makeup artist at one of the biggest Haunted Houses in the city.  He had been interested in everything SFX since he was a kid.  His parents owned a company that specialized in replicating wounds to help train people in the medical or emergency field.  He had been playing with prosthetics before he could even properly pronounce the word.  Kuroo helped out at his parents shop, it was good experience and he loved his parents but his real passion lay in the more creative field.  He wanted to make monsters and working at a haunted house seemed like a good step towards that.  It padded his resume and gave him real life experience, plus his previous experience with various realistic wounds helped him out greatly.

“Good Evening Sawamura.”  Shirofuku said, pulling Kuroo’s attention away from bloodying up Konoha.  Shirofuku grinned at Kuroo, knowing exactly what she was doing.  She was one of the other makeup artists, she was still learning about SFX makeup and prosthetics but the things she could do with body paint and some eyeshadow blew Kuroo away.

13 Days of HQ Halloween pt2

October 1 - Witches AO3

October 2 - Witches pt2 AO3

October 4 - Demons AO3

October 9 - Monsters AO3

“I just don’t understand him!  I’m a ghost, a poltergeist, I’m scary and he should be running away not following me around asking me questions like I’m his eighth grade science project!”  The lights flickered as Tooru’s emotions got the best of him.  Hajime tried the breathing exercises that someone had given him a long time ago for his anger issues.  Hajime had tried to tell them that he didn’t have anger issues, it’s just Tooru that made Hajime’s usually endless patience snap.

Takahiro liked to tease Hajime that he should take it easy on Tooru, he was a ghost after all.  Stuck forever as an 18 year old teen, never allowed to grow up or move on.  Even his interactions with other people was limited.  But Takahiro was a fae after all.  Not the kind that assisted or helped others in anyway.  He was the kind that sold trusting people cursed objects, taking their money and than the object back when it inevitably killed them.

“There’s a-” Tobio spoke up and a light above Tooru burst, raining glass and sparks around him as his face flashed into the visage of a horrible car accident victim.

When Tooru first started to flicker back and forth like that Hajime would  have to look away or sometimes even leave the room.  As much as Hajime snapped and snarled at Tooru, he had been his best friend since childhood and learning he had died when they had such plans for the future killed something inside of Hajime.  Before Hajime could even properly mourn his best friend appeared at the foot of his bed, whispering things of a headache and bad dreams.

It had taken a while for either of them to find their footing in this suddenly near world they were thrust in.  Hajime had stayed local for college, afraid that if he left than Tooru would have no one to interact with and something bad would happen to him.  It left Hajime with a foot in both worlds and feeling apart of neither.

Then over a year ago Tooru had found this group, a support group.  Yachi, the witch who had organized it all liked to call it an Alternative Support Group.  Everyone else called it as it was, a Support Group for Monsters.  Well, monsters and one human.  That human being Hajime because Tooru couldn’t do a damn thing without him.

13 Days of HQ Halloween pt2

October 1 - Witches AO3

October 2 - Witches pt2 AO3

October 4 - Demons AO3

October 9 - Monsters AO3

October 10 - Costumes AO3

“I’m home, sorry I’m late!  The meeting ran long and I tried to get out of there, I really did.  I even told them I had to get home in time, it’s my daughters first Halloween but-” Daichi could hear his husband continuing his apology as he most likely struggled to remove his shoes and take off his jacket at the same time.  Daichi was forever telling him to slow down but Tetsurou insisted he could do things quicker if he did eight things at once.  It never worked out in his favor, but over the years Daichi had learned how to solve that issue too.

“Go see daddy.”  Daichi whispered to dressed up one year old as he placed her on the ground.  He pulled out his phone when she began her slow but steady trek towards the sound of her daddys voice, chubby arms outstretched and making awkward, wide steps.  She rounded the corner and Daichi followed behind her, recording all the while and there to make sure he could catch her if she fell.

“-and he’s just talking and talk-”  Tetsurou gasped, verbally gasped as he spotted their daughter dressed up for halloween.  “Hello my precious little dinosaur, you are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”  Tetsurou crouched on the ground, arms held open and forgetting his half taken off coat and the fact that he was still wearing one of his shoes.  Mayumi gave a shrill laugh, something she seemed to have gotten from one of her father’s, as she made it into the safety of Tetsurou’s arms and he scooped her up to place kisses all over her face.

Kind of a sequel to This ficlet. I hope you like it!

Kurooshowed up again in Koutarou’s life at the moment when he leastexpected it. Akaashi had told him, amid all the preparations, that hehadn’t heard from Kuroo in years, and he had not expectations ofKuroo’s answering the invitation. But now, standing at the bar atAkaashi and Azumane’s wedding between Kenma and Hinata, holding adrink and laughing was the most beautiful man Koutarou had everknown.

Andthat was the thing, wasn’tit? Kuroo was beautiful. He was everything Koutarou wanted out oflife, and it had been only too late when he had realized it. He hadspent the past six years trying to get over Kuroo, and he had thoughthe had succeeded. But then Kuroo looked up, caught sight of him, andsmiled, and Koutarou was fucked.

Still,he slapped a returning grin on his face and walked over to say hello.Kenma seemed to know what an important moment this was, for hedragged Hinata away by the arm, leaving Koutarou and Kuroo to theirprivacy.

“Hey,”Koutarou said, a little awkwardly.

“Heyyourself,” Kuroo answered.

“So,um. How you been?” Koutarou asked, then wanted to slap himself.This was Kuroo,the best friend he’dever had, the man he loved, and all he could manage was mildsmalltalk. But then Kuroo laughed and slapped Koutarou on theshoulder.

“It’staken years and many broken plates, but I can finally say that I’mokay now,” he said. “I wasn’t for a long time, but things areactually going good for me right now. And yourself?”

“I’m.Um.” Koutarou couldn’t remember much about the last six years,nothing worth reporting to Kuroo. “I’m the same as I have beenfor a while now,” he said. “Working the same job, living in thesame place.” The same place he had once lived with Kuroo, where hehad once loved Kuroo with all his heart, but hadn’t been enough forKuroo. Hadn’t known Kuroo was enough for him. Kuroo laughed alittle, and Koutarou realized Kuroo’s hand was still on hisshoulder. He looked into Kuroo’s eyes, and Kuroo looked into his,and he saw it then. His chance, to right the wrongs he had committedby not knowing. He smiled at Kuroo.

“Wantto dance?” he asked. Kuroo’s eyes widened for just a second, andthe faintest of blushes appeared on his cheeks, telling Koutarou hehad been right all along. That Kuroo was just as much in love withhim still as he was the day he left. Relief filled Koutarou as Kuroobeamed, beautiful as the dawn.

Hey! So you probably don’t remember sending me this because it was a year ago, but it kind of got lost in the large amount of hate messages I got and by the time I realized it was there it was already December! So I’ve kind of been holding onto it because I love BokuDai and I love this prompt, hopefully it’s a nice surprise!

13 Days of HQ Halloween pt2

October 1 - Witches AO3

October 2 - Witches pt2 AO3

October 4 - Demons AO3

Bokuto sat at his kitchen table, listening to the microwave slowly nuke his leftovers.  There was no other noise in the apartment.  The silence felt like an oppressive weight on Bokuto’s chest.  He had always been around noise, as a kid with three siblings he was used to the chaotic energy that brought with it.  When he had moved out of his parents house he had moved in with roommates.  There was always some sort of background noise, even in the dead of night there had been snoring, the creak of an old bedframe, someone shuffling to relieve themselves, or something.

Bokuto had never handled silence well, it seemed to multiple now.  It had a weight to it that it never had before.

A curse had hit Bokuto while he had been protecting his old partner, Kuroo.  He didn’t regret doing it, if the curse had hit Kuroo in the stomach where it had been aimed instead of Bokuto’s leg, it would have killed Kuroo within an hour.  It would have been a slow, excruciatingly painful hour as his organs turned to stone and stopped working one by one until his body finally gave out.  Bokuto had convinced everyone that the curse had missed him.  He told them to continue working, that he just needed a vacation.

Bokuto didn’t want them to exhaust themselves looking for a cure he knew didn’t exist.  He didn’t want them to watch him be slowly consumed by the curse that had already turned his left calf and part of his knee to stone.

13 Days of HQ Halloween pt2

October 1 - Witches AO3

October 2 - Witches pt2 AO3

13 years later…

Kuroo stepped into his office and resisted the urge to walk back out.  It was a disaster and he had only himself to blame for not putting things back after he was done.  Instead he just continually piled books, scrolls, and various papers on top of the previous used ones.  Now it was about three layers deep and would most likely take him the better part of the day cleaning and reorganizing everything to be put back where it rightly belonged.  He thought of, and quickly discarded, the idea of making one of the younger members do the clean up.  Who knew where things would end up and while nothing on his desk was cursed or could cause harm, he knew it was his luck that one of the junior members would end up with something oozing or pussing that he would then have to take care of.

Kuroo tossed his jacket over his chair, the only thing kept free of clutter in his office.  Even his couch and the table in front of it was covered with various things he would also have to sort through.

The family had warned him several times that he would be tested when he fully accepted the role of head of his family.  It was something all new bosses experienced and something that needed to be handled with delicate care, but also swiftly.  Hence the various piles of research.  He knew this unrest had to be handled in a precise way.  It needed to be harsh, he needed to make sure no one tried to test him again but it couldn’t err on the side of cruel otherwise the other families and even his own people might think him too drunk with his own power and not suited for his position.

the rad squad [Kuroo] [Akaashi] [Sawamura] [Bokuto]

pairing: kurodai

“As they walk home hand in hand, swinging their arms between them humming the theme song of their favourite television show, Daichi is thinking about how it truly doesn’t matter what obstacles they need to overcome to stay by each other’s sides—they will always find a way through.”

OR

a story of love, loss, and coming back together again despite all odds, with eyes wide open every single time.

a slowburn childhood friends AU.