#asakuro

Kuroo: That doesn't sound good man, you should really have some principles.

Come play Trick or Treat, and I’ll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.

Treat

The recipe had been handed down in his family for generations. And now, it was Asahi’s turn. He just hoped he didn’t fuck up. He had people depending on him, after all. God, he really hoped he wouldn’t fuck this up. 

“You won’t, babe,” Kuroo said, almost reading Asahi’s mind as Asahi stared at the ingredients before him. Kuroo gently wound his arms around Asahi’s waist, and propped his chin over his shoulder. “You got this. You’ve done this a thousand times. A thousand and one will be the best.” 

“Are you sure?” Asahi gently held onto Kuroo’s wrist, thumb rubbing over the joint of his wrist over and over in a comforting gesture - though neither was really sure who was comforting whom. 

“I’m positive. Do you want me to help you?” Gently, Asahi shook his head, then turned to plant an awkward kiss on Kuroo’s nose. 

“No. Not this time. I have to do this myself. At least for the first time. Next year?” Kuroo gently turned Asahi all the way around in his arms, and kissed him properly. 

“Next year, I can help you. But this time, I will be right here, cheering you on. Okay?”

“Okay.” Asahi nodded to himself, and started pulling out of Kuroo’s arms, before he paused. “I love you, Tetsurou.” 

Cal told me to write one of two things.  I wrote both.

“Your boyfriend’s best friend is unfairly attractive.”  Asahi settles on the floor next to Tobio.  They’re both sweaty and gross from their run but Tobio hands over a glass of cool lemonade and Asahi happily accepts it.  Tobio inches away just a little and a few years ago that would have worried Asahi but nowadays he knows it’s just because they’re both just this side of uncomfortably hot and Tobio is trying to give them a little more room to cool down.  It’s nothing more than that.

“My boyfriend’s best friend is an annoying jerk with no concept of personal space,” Tobio grumbles back as said boyfriend and boyfriend’s best friend hover over the game system on the other side of the living room.  There’s no jealousy in Tobio’s voice.  Not that Asahi can notice anyway.  Just an irritated sort of fondness.  A little bit like how Tobio sounds when he’s talking to Hinata about Tsukishima.

“Okay.  Fair I suppose.  But he is unfairly attractive.”

Tobio glances at him.  “Is there such a thing as just ‘fairly’ attractive?  As in like the opposite of unfairly?”

“Is this going to turn into a debate like whether or not you can just be ‘whelmed’?”  They both look up at Kenma’s voice.  Asahi scratches his neck sheepishly and Tobio huffs.  “Because if it is then I am going to have to ask you to move it somewhere else.  Like the kitchen.  Or bedroom.  Because A) I am not cleaning up the living room again like last time and B) Kuro and I are going to play my new game.”  He looks between them.  “Understood?”

Asahi’s cheeks flush and Tobio huffs again.  Kenma turns away from them to go back to the television and Asahi can’t help but stare.  Not at Kenma, not really.  Only just in comparison to his best friend, Kuroo.  Where Kenma is slight and lean Kuroo is wider and muscled.  It’s not nearly as noticeable until moments like now.  When Kuroo is standing with his hands on his hips, showing off his wide shoulders and arm muscles in his loose tank top, and Kenma is standing beside him looking almost tiny in his matching tank top.

Tobio elbows Asahi.  “You’re staring.”

“Unfairly attractive,” Asahi mutters back at him.

Kenma lets out a happy noise and hurries over to the couch they’re sitting in front of, easily slipping between them and onto the couch.  Tobio lets out a grunt and Asahi glances over.  Kenma is wrapped around Tobio like a koala, legs around his chest and elbows propped up on his shoulders, looking pleased as can be.  Tobio holds his arm out, glass of lemonade splashing dangerously in his hand, until Kenma settles.

“Sit down Kuro,” Kenma demands, gesturing towards the spot behind Asahi.  “Let’s play.”

Kuroo still has a smile on his face from Kenma when he meets Asahi’s gaze, eyes sparkling and playful, and Asahi just… melts at the sight.  Seriously his insides do something gooey and mushy and he would swear that his heart is beating a hundred times faster than usual.  And it’s not just because of the sight of Kuroo and all his sleek muscles strolling across the living room towards Asahi.  Though that certainly doesn’t help his heart rate any.

Kuroo smiles at Asahi as he reaches the couch.  “Is this seat taken?”  Asahi shakes his head and starts to move but Kuroo waves at him.  “Just stay.  I can sit behind you if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Asahi mumbles.  He can feel his face heat up as Kuroo practically crawls over him onto the couch and wriggles around to get comfortable behind him.

The game starts up and Asahi stares blankly at the colors and lights on the screen for a good twenty minutes, just thinking about Kuroo crawling over him and the smile on his face and the playful glint in his eyes, until Tobio nudges him and he looks over with wide eyes.

Kenma suddenly leans down, inches from Asahi’s face, and says, “He’s single please put me out of my misery and ask him out.”  Then he leans back and just like that he’s engrossed in his game once again.

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a kiss..... on a scar

Therewas a long, thin line of bright pink stretching across Kuroo’sback, that he never told Asahi about. Kenma had told him one, whiledrunk, and Asahi wasn’t sure how he felt about having informationKuroo didn’t know he had or possibly even want him to have in thefirst place.

Ithad been a mugger, one that Kuroo had seen attacking a woman while hewas off duty and didn’thave any backup or even any of his equipment. But things like thatnever stopped Kuroo, and he had jumped into the middle of the fight,and earned himself a slash with a knife from the mugger’s friendfor his troubles. That slash haunted Asahi, filled him with theknowledge that even when Kuroo wasn’t out saving lives as one ofthe finest police officers in Tokyo he was still in danger. He wasthe type of person whom danger followed no matter where he went, nomatter how much Asahi worried.

“God,that feels good, babe,” Kuroo said, drawing Asahi out of histhoughts. He shook his head as he leaned over to get more massageoil, pouring the warm fluid into the small of Kuroo’s back andspreading it with his palms across the expanse of skin below him.Kuroo’s muscles were wound tight, as they always were after ashift, and this was just a normal part of their nightly routine.Asahi massaged and adored the planes of Kuroo’s back with every bitof love he could muster, and when he was done, he leaned down topress a kiss to the nape of Kuroo’s neck. Kuroo sighed.

“What’swrong?” Asahi asked. Kuroo didn’t roll over like he usually did,didn’t even turn his head.

“I’mthinking of quitting,” he murmured.

“Tetsurou,you can’t do that,” Asahi said.

“Whynot? It’s not like this job isn’t killing us both,” Kuroo said.Asahi shook his head.

“Butit’s what you love,” he told him. “You adore being a cop,chasing bad guys, saving people. It’s who you are, who you weremeant to be.”

“Butyou worry,” Kuroo said, turning his head at last. Asahi smiled athim and bent down to press his lips to the very center of the long,thin line.

“Iwill always worry about you,” he said. “Whether you’re a cop ora pencil pusher in a cubicle, I will worry. Because that’s mynature, and I can’t deny it. So don’t you go denying yours.”

“Howdid I get so lucky?” Kuroo asked. “Having a beautiful man likeyou by my side?”

“Somepeople have the stars on their sides,” Asahi replied. “You and Iwere fated to be the luckiest men on the planet.”

Okay this one may’ve gotten a teeeeeeny bit out of hand. Whoops? :D

Tetsurou doesn’t exactly want to be blowing his only day off in three of the busiest weeks of his entire life stuck in a humid mechanical shop, but that’s exactly where he finds himself bright and early on a quiet Tuesday morning. His car is fixable, supposedly, but he’s not just a little afraid of how much it’s going to cost. He’s going to have to work even more overtime hours, and he hardly has enough time for eating and sleeping as it is, not to mention any other necessities.

When the mechanic finally comes out, Tetsurou nearly swallows his own tongue. He’s tall and gorgeous, with long hair pulled back in a bun that’s already showing signs of falling out. His arms look like something someone famous would have carved out of marble, strong and muscled and covered in swirling tendrils of black ink and the occasional stripe of grease. He looks like he could be dangerous, and Tetsurou can’t help thinking that he wouldn’t mind finding out how.

His smile shifts after a second, like he knows exactly where Tetsurou’s thoughts have headed, into a smirk that almost has him on his knees right there on the dirty floor. There’s a tag pinned to the tightest no longer white tshirt that Tetsurou has ever seen on a real person, a simple script that just says ‘Asahi’. He follows as Asahi leads him into a room that’s only slightly cleaner than the rest of the shop, and stands awkwardly as Asahi leans against the desk.

Asahi nods at the door, a clear instruction to close it, and Tetsurou turns and does so, shutting it with a soft click. “You got a cute butt.”

Tetsurou freezes, one hand still on the doorknob. As if he weren’t already the best thing Tetsurou’s ever seen, he sounds like sex on legs to top it off, voice a low, rumbling purr that sets Tetsurou’s blood on fire. His arms are crossed against his chest when Tetsurou turns around, putting all that muscle perfectly on display, and Asahi’s grin widens as Tetsurou’s steps stutter.

“Ah, um. About the car?”

Asahi’s grin slips into something a little more daring, something not meant for the brightness of daylight, but for the darkness of a locked bedroom. “It’s fixable.” He looks Tetsurou up and down, like he’s the main course at a feast and Asahi hasn’t eaten in days. “I figured you might want to arrange some sort of payment.”

Thanks! 💖

you know me i'm greedy like that so how about BOTH :D

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asakuro: Finally // beautiful stranger (Halsey)

i've never recognized a purer face // you stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place // used to think that lovin' meant a painful chase // but you're right here now and i think you'll stay // we're dancing in my living room and up come my fists // and i say i'm only playing but the truth is this // that i've never seen a mouth that i would kill to kiss // and i'm terrified, but i can't resist // and i said // beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and i know // that beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong and i hope // beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms // and i think it's finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe for me to fall

yes putting the entire pre-chorus and chorus in there was absolutely necessary thank you very much. just. hngn. they're both such kind souls and they're so soft and prone to being hurt and around each other they can just open up and be kind and soft and vulnerable because they know what it feels like to be this way and they would never ever hurt each other and being so similar and loving each other shows them that this emotional side is nothing to be ashamed of even if it's sometimes made fun of and carrying your heart on your sleeve can be dangerous but it's a good thing when you meet the right people who will cherish your heart and hold it close and- *passes out*

uzusane: Goodness Gracious (Kelsy Karter & The Heroines)

i'll admit that i like to make a scene // i can tell that you like that part of me // so if you dare me to jump, then i just might // what's this trippy feeling coming over me? // every time i see you i get high // goodness gracious, you're the one that makes me come back down to earth // when my mind goes on the run and all i wanna do is misbehave // i'm floating far away from sanity when you're gone // goodness gracious, are you what i need? // maybe

Come into my ask box, ask trick or treat, and I’ll either treat you to some fluff, or trick you with some darkness!

Treat

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Yup. Absolutely yes.”

“Tetsurou, I am not dressing up with you for Halloween.”

“Oh yes you are, Asahi dear.”

It was an argument they’d had every single year for six years, and Asahi had yet to win. This year, he was determined. He absolutely refused to dress up as sexy Minions with Tetsurou. No matter how good Tetsurou looked in the thigh-high high-heeled boots.  

However, Asahi did know a losing battle when he saw one, and prepared himself for a night in a short skirt, and tight crop top.

Waking up the morning of Suga’s annual Halloween bash with a splitting headache hadn’t been part of the plan, though. As the day had gone on, and Asahi’s headache had steadily grown into a migraine, he couldn’t help but feel horrible and guilty. Tetsurou had been so excited. And now he was letting him down.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he said, lying in bed with a cool, damp towel over his eyes.

“Aw, don’t worry babe. We’ll save the costumes for next year.” He could hear Tetsurou moving slowly around the dark room. But he also heard the sad tone in his voice.

“You can still go,” he said, voice quiet. He felt the bed dip, and Tetsurou’s gentle hand run over his hair. Next, he felt Tetsurou gently take the elastic out of his bun, and let his hair fall onto the pillow.

“Nah, it wouldn’t be fun without you.”

“I’m sorry.” Asahi’s voice was barely above a whisper now, Tetsurou’s fingers felt so nice in his hair.

“Shh. It’s alright. I’d rather stay here with you than go without you. Let me take care of you, and you just focus on feeling better, okay? I already asked Suga to save us some cupcakes.” Tetsurou’s tone was gentle. Asahi just nodded, smiling softly. Leave it to his husband to think of everything.

Asahi felt Tetsurou crawl under the duvet, and prop himself up against the headboard. Asahi snuggled in closer, resting his head - the part that didn’t have a damp towel over it - on Tetsurou’s hip. Within moments, he felt himself drifting.

The next day, Asahi woke slowly. His head was now pillowed on a chest, rather than a hip. His hair was still down, but the towel had been removed from his face. There was still a dull ache behind his eyes, but he wasn’t in as much pain as he’d been in the day before.