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aRating: Teen

Tags: space opera, fluff, (attempt at) humor, just general good times

Ship: Bokuroo 

For @hqbb. Accompanying art by @0rchiddart

Art can be seen here

The end of the world is a lot less uneventful than what most have made it out to be. Yes, because what most have made out to be the end world consists of a burning hell, planet shattering earthquakes, and disastrous plumes of ash that block the sun out for weeks.

No, the end of the world is a lot less uneventful that what most have made it out to be. Instead it looks a lot more like, dead end jobs in sweltering heat that only moon Liana, which just has to occur in the back left corner of the Ambia system (which everyone knows is the shittiest corner) could produce.

Kuroo insists he got the wrong end of the deal.

Kuroo’s mom insists that he shuts up and fucking deal with it.

I have nothing to state other than to make you all aware that I am a participiant in hqbang and true to my brand it will be bokuroo. My posting date is tomorrow. 

I haven’t written in for fuckening foverer and don’t even feel too confident about this but I miss writing and honestly, bad or good, I’m glad I am able to produce content again. I hope you all enjoy it in some capacity. Thank you and uh.....

Yee 

heyyo whatsup i haven’t written in forever and i’d really like to start again so i took a peep into my drafts folder and found this. its unfinished and has been for over a year and i highly doubt im gonna finish it now, so im just gonna post it, and hopefully inspiration will hit me hard again so that i can finally write something.

theres no title for this, but the doc is labeled “marriage shit”. anyway, here’s an unfinished thing. 

“I can’t believe this.”

Tar colored clouds roamed across the sky, noisy in their travels as lights flash in tune to its beat. The rain falls without kindness, unperturbed bullets that hiss under the car wheels and slide against glass windows. Bokuto watches the drops race each other until they melt into their own oblivion, hardened fingers tap in tandem with their song.

Kuroo grips the steering wheel tighter, the grumbling under his breath continues all the while.

“That bastard just up and goes get married!”

Bokuto smiles at that, loosening the bowtie around his collar. Funny how people never really change.

“Just waving that nice little ring around. Well good for him!” Bokuto smiles at that statement too, knowing there’s no malice in Kuroo’s words, nothing but a long running competition on his tongue.

Stagnation isn’t all bad. Especially if you have someone to share it with.

Kuroo looks his way, all half assed anger and old friendly rivalry. “But all before me!”

But change, change is good too.

“Eyes,” Bokuto says, grabbing Kuroo’s cheeks one handed and facing them back to the outstretched road. It's already raining out, they don’t need anymore dangers.

“Well I mean if you really want to beat Yaku-san, then why don’t we just get married?”

The rain pours. The radio plays. These are things that stay the same. But the car halts.

This is their change.

“Wait, are you serious?” Kuroo glances at him, eyes wide with shock, taking all of Bokuto in.

Bokuto wrings his hands together. The thought of marriage is definitely not an unwelcome thought, but he never thought they would be (almost) seriously doing this now. “Well, we’ve been dating for a couple of years, we’ve talked about marriage a few times, so why not y’know? There’s no one else I’d rather marry?”

Its been a good heckin minute since I’ve written a damn thing let me tell you. I’m rusty as hell, im busy so I wrote this in a rush and no I didn’t edit, and I’m not even sure if any of this makes sense so go easy on ya girl please cause really and truly…..a bitch just loves her some bokuroo. 

Title: Neither

Rating: G

Bokuto believes they are certain things of destiny. Kuroo says everything is up to coincidence.

Bokuto says that they are times when the universe decides to pull on strings, organizes events, and sets the fate of others.

Kuroo believes that everyone is subject to the chaotic wiles of the cosmos and everyone should count themselves lucky.

Bokuto believes in fate. Kuroo lives by coincidence. The universe is controlled by neither.

Kuroo lives by coincidence; watches the pieces fall haphazardly into place and accepts each bullet that comes his way as nothing more than it is.

Bokuto believes in fate, lets the pieces fall, connects the dots, cherishes the sorrows and embraces each bullets that scars his chest as part of a grand cosmic scheme that can only lead to bigger and better things.

Kuroo lives by coincidence but it does not do well for his heart nor his brain to ignore what the sight of Bokuto’s golden eyes do the butterflies that lay latent in his stomach.

Bokuto believes in destiny but it is not wise to pretend that the smile on his face is for reasons other than the small print of ‘Kuroo’ that tends to pop up on his phone.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, lets the pieces fall in place whatever way they may choose and convinces himself that in the dark of night, under the sound of the pouring rain, he reaches out for Bokuto’s hand completely by choice, instead of the gratifying tug that pulled him to it.

Bokuto believes in destiny, connects the dots where he feels they belong and tells himself in the morning, in the light of day, with the sun shining warmer than ever, that it was of cosmic reasons he put his lips on Kuroo’s instead of those few fleeting moments of decision.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, takes the things that come in his life with a shrug, considers it nothing more or nothing less but he finds it, more and more diffucult to ignore the overall and general feeling how natural and right it is to lay in Bokuto’s arms.

Bokuto believes in destiny, knows that every event was planned and inevetiable, recognizes the grand meaning in every word, breath, and step but it does do well to ignore the wanderings of his thoughts when Kuroo  smiles at him, toothy and unabashed, on how there is no way he ended up this lucky.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, accepts the downs in his life just as easily as he accepts the good, but when it is early in the day and Bokuto tells him that he is going to take the job in Iwate he can not help but feel as if the universe is playing some cruel joke on him.

Bokuto believes in destiny, feels that his life has been laid out way before his actual existence came into being but when he is across the country, unpacking his boxes, his stomach churns with the thought that maybe the universe isn’t always right.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, knows that nothing is promised and that anything can happen at anytime it chooses but when it is in the middle of the day and the blinds are closed and he is alone he feels a tug on his heart like its been tied on a string with just the thought of Bokuto’s name.

Bokuto believes in destiny, trusts that everything occurs for a reason, that from the moment he opens his eyes to the second he closes them it is part of his cosmic fate; but he can not explain explain the way his chest aches with Kuroo, his presence, even when Bokuto is not there to actually feel it.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, feels as if everything is by chance but that does not explain away the plane ticket he buys and the pounding in his chest. It does not explain away how his feet seems to move on its own accord, moving so confidently to a door he’s never even been to.

Bokuto believes in destiny, lets the pieces fall one  by one and connects the dots but fate nor destiny dictated the knock on the door nor the way he opens it without even an ounce of hesitation but instead personal volition.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, lets the pieces fall haphazardly wherever they may please, but the feeling of Bokuto holding him is grand and cosmic.

Bokuto believes in destiny, lets the universe pull its strings where it sees fit and sets to organize all but he knows deep within that the feeling of Kuroo with him once more is of months and years of personal cultivation.

Kuroo lives by coincidence.

Bokuto believes in destiny.

Wrote some soft bokuroo smut for a friend’s birthday.

Content Tags: pwp, porn with feelings (?), praise kink (I think?), blowjobs, sex, they’re in love basically 

"You talk too much."

"I'm sorry." He's not.

"I think I like it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.

I’m not usually one for marriage/proposal fics and such but I was thinking about bokuroo earlier today and they always do manage to be the one thing I’m willing to make an exception for.

a small 600 word drabble.

Bokuto hears Kuroo laugh at something from inside the living room. 

He's probably watching something dumb. He watches a lot of dumb things. They both do. Bokuto just thinks that's the beauty in life.

Simple and dumb things. 

Bokuto hears the TV get louder from where he's sat in the office. It must be commercials. The TV always manages to get louder during commercials, an obvious ploy to ruin a perfectly good couch nap. 

He's not doing anything productive in the office. It's a lazy day, for the both of them. Bokuto scrolls the internet for interesting things. The latest volleyball news. For things to buy. For new volleyball equipment he'd like to buy the kids at the school, for clothes, for rings. It's a beautiful day. It's not hot or grossly humid like it has been for the past week. The air is perfectly warm, a cool constant breeze billowing the curtains from the open window. The TV is still absurdly loud. He can hear Kuroo laughing again. It truly is a beautiful day. Bokuto gets up and follows the noise, poking his head around the corner of the hallway. "Hey Tetsu, you busy?" He turns around, reminiscences of a laugh still on his face from the way he smiles softly. "No," the commercials flick off, going back to whatever dumb show Kuroo was watching with a lower volume, "...yes." Bokuto fixes him with a dead look. "No, nope I am not busy at all," he quickly fixes. "Whats up?" Kuroo looks kinda sheepish. Bokuto rolls his eyes and breathes out a laugh; Kuroo truly is a loser sometimes. "Nothing much, I was just wondering if you uuh," he looks at the ceiling, then at Kuroo. He's a loser. But a good one. "wanna marry me?" Bokuto shrugs his shoulder, awkwardly nonchalant. Kuroo laughs, just a little bit in disbelief. "You for real?" "Yeah, obviously."   "Yeah, obviously I do," Kuroo mocks him. He beams at him. Kuroo always had a nice smile. It's kinda contagious. Bokuto smiles too.

He kinda already knew the answer but it's nice hearing it out loud anyway.

“C’mere you,” Kuroo says,beckoning him with a finger. He looks at ease right there. Picture perfect with his arm slung over the back of the couch and that lazy grin on his face.

“What for?” Kuroo snorts but there's no malice. “What do you mean ‘what for?’ You just proposed to me what do you think what for?”

“Oh?” Bokuto shimmies out from behind the corner of the wall, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as he approaches him. Kuroo laughs at the action, stretching his arms out to embrace Bokuto over the back of the couch.

Bokuto bends down, feels Kuroo’s hands cup his cheek, resting their foreheads together.

“No rings?” Kuroo asks before pressing their lips together, capturing mostly his upper lip, working his way to right it with another firm press of his mouth.

Bokuto leans into him, body going forward with the intensity of the feeling. He feels Kuroo lick across the seam of his lips but he pulls away before he can actually react to it. “I ordered the rings online,” Bokuto says, he sees the way his grin is a little lopsided in the reflection of Kuroo’s chestnut warm eyes. He looks kinda dumb just sitting there and smiling but it's the simple things. “I think you’ll like them.”

“Really?”

Bokuto leans in, kissing him softly and slow. It's a little off center but  it's the simple things. He breathes out his nose, smiling into the kiss until Kuroo is smiling just as much too.

Kuroo doesn’t know much about colors or their meanings or any of that artsy stuff. But he has Bokuto there to teach him.

(A story about Bokuto and Kuroo through the lens of seven different colors and what exactly it means to love.)

part 2: Healing isn’t easy. Nor is growth.

‘I love you’ confession fics haven’t been in style since I was in middle school but Prototype by Outkast is a real good song and damn do I love bokuroo.

Bokuto knows as much about love as any other 18 year old boy does. Which is to say that he doesn’t really know much.

He knows love for things. For volleyball and summer trips to the beach.

He knows love for family. For all three of his sisters and his loving supportive parents.

And he knows love for his friends. For the way Akaashi snorts when he laughs too hard and how Yukie detests being called short.

Sure, sure he knows love for these things, knows love in these forms. Adores them. Wouldn’t be able to live without them. But love?

L-O-V-E? Capital L and a trademark symbol hanging off the E love? Romantic love that screams at him off of billboard signs and TV commercials?