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not necessarily recommendations, just a record of fics i've read.
★ – favorites/highly recommend
✦ – reading/haven't finished
✿ – haven't read yet/interested

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Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke (KuroYaku)

note: please mind the tags when you click on the links, some are rated E for explicit.

Yaku leans way into his space. Close enough that Kuroo can see darker flecks in his pale brown eyes, can see the way his faded summer freckles spread over his cheekbones. "The Roses single-handedly saved rock from the hair metal plague of the eighties." Yaku says, his mouth ticking up higher on one side.

Fuck, is that a dimple?

Kuroo stares, and stares, and Yaku raises one thick eyebrow at him, smile growing Cheshire cat wide and absolutely evil.

Yaku has enough trouble dealing with his own Kuroo, without a demonic lookalike showing up and making him late for practice.

Kuroo’s biggest fear is ghosts, or it was when he was fifteen. Kai had said wasting my life and Yaku had said dying in my sleep and Kuroo had said ghosts. It was funny at the time, or it was until the night in their second year Kenma was out of town and Kuroo had called Yaku, begging him to come over because even with every light on in the house he was convinced something vicious was crawling in the shadows.

Because maybe, lately, he’d noticed just how often he thought of how Yaku’s face was elegant and elfin and his words were sharp and quick. Maybe, lately, he found he liked teasing Yaku more than normal because the red that would glow on his cheekbones and ears was ridiculously pretty and it did things to Kuroo’s ability to think. He was at the point of trying to avoid him on occasion, because sometimes he couldn’t exactly stand the way he grinned or moved or laughed, and none of it could possibly be good for his health.

and with a crash, morisuke didn’t get to finish his sentence. the loud laughter of a group of college students entered the café’s walls only to be followed by the thud of kuroo falling off his chair.

He looks good, knows it too, and Yaku’s immediate reaction is to want to throttle him for it. For all of this—this thing that’s been growing inside his body without his permission for the past six months since he answered the ad seeking a guitarist plastered to a lamppost outside his usual laundromat.

Then, to revoke his membership in this band and drive to the nearest convenience store for cigarettes and beer. Only the essentials to deal with a situation of this magnitude.

“you know...” kuroo starts, once more shifting, watching as yaku’s expression turns into something grim, like he is already done with whatever he is to say. truth be told, he probably has been for a long time.

kuroo can’t blame him.

“don’t. hell no, don’t do it.”

Daishou Suguru and Mika Yamaka are getting married. Tetsurou overestimates his ability to find a date before the wedding arrives. So, he goes to Yaku for help.

kuroo claims that his vegetarian diet makes his cum taste better. yaku tests that theory.

After 10 years, Kuroos waits for Yaku at the edge of the universe.

aug 23 2021 ∞
jan 23 2023 +