2016 Locker for Kurii

[kayable]

This is the Valentine's Day 2016 locker for kuriicurry!

Here are some GIFT IDEAS:

Name (as you'd like it to appear in the subject line for your stocking): Kurii

Friending Meme Post: (optional) it here~

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Osomatsu-san, Touken Ranbu, Free!, Love Live

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: i love anything gen ! especially when it involves family, i love it ~ i also literally love any ships so you can go wild but if you want an idea (lots of ideas actually) :

Haikyuu : Ujiie Manaka/Hirama Asuka, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Sakunami Kousuke/Nametsu Mai, Fukunaga Shouhei/Yamamoto Taketora, Ennoshita Chikara/Futakuchi Kenji, Sarukui Yamato/Komi Haruki, Kawanishi Taichi/Shirabu Kenjirou, Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, all managers gen, 2nd years !!, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi/Azumane Asahi, Tanaka Saeko/Haiba Alisa
(or if you want just one character you can just pick Hanamaki or Yahaba or Komi or any of the girls, i'll be happy ^q^)

Osomatsu-san: no specific pairing, i literally love everything just maybe make Karamatsu being loved for once-- /hit

Touken Ranbu: Shokudaikiri Mitsutada/Ookurikara is nice but tbh i love the family relationships even more ^q^
So like, Masamune Household, KUNIHIRO BROTHERS !!, Shinsengumi swords, Toushirou family, etc etc, i love gen more than i love shipping here (though i ship everyone too so you can go wild with ships as well uwu)

Free!: Samezuka gen ! anything with Mikoshiba Seijurou tbh....

Love Live: all girls are best girls but as ships i love Nozomi/Eli and Rin/Hanayo uwu

Likes: gen ! fluff, family bonds, cutest cheesiest romance things, every AUs (fantasy, sci-fi, hogwarts, college/future, coffeeshop, spirits, you can go wild !), canon stuff too ~

Dislikes: nsfw, gore, unrequited love, angst in general (except if ridiculous happy ending), character death, character bashing

Anything else: i love you, thank you ! ♥

Comments

have some hcs to brighten up your day

[ackermanx]

* imagine saeko admiring alisa so much even though she's a few years younger than her
* really it's the first time that saeko's ever been flustered probably and ryuu's immediately suspicious bc this is his nee-san we're talking about here?? the cool one??
* tbh she tries to ask alisa out a few times but what if she's not into girls whta if she doesn't like older women whAT IF
* ryuu and lev figure out that their sisters are into each other and after the initial wtf moment they start to plan ways to actually get them together
* they fail the first four times
* but they manage to get their sisters together in the end when they "accidentally" trap their sisters in a room together LOL

[tyreling]

Dear kurii,

thank you for taking your time to flail with me over CLAMP. I hope we can continue talking about their series in the near future. As well, as other anime series.

kind regards,
tyreling

[viviyama]

KURIIIIIIIIIIII hi i love seeing you on my tlist because... you're not as likely to kill people as some, other people ;_:

BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH YOU'RE AWESOME ?!?!!?!??!?!?! Also please don't visit more haunted houses and get arrested;;;;;

[kiyala]

Hi Kurii! Hope you have an awesome day! I wrote you a fic, I hope you like it!

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru (Haikyuu!!) | G, fluff

It's sometime in the middle of the night when Kyoutani wakes up. He lies there on his back for a moment, blinking into the dark room, feeling Yahaba curled up against his side.

The digital clock on their bedside table says it's two o'clock in the morning, and Kyoutani hums to himself, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. They've been napping all afternoon, and he isn't sure if he can go back to sleep just yet. He considers sitting up, maybe getting something to eat, but the moment he moves away from Yahaba, he gets a sleepy whine of protest. The arm around his waist tightens just a little, and Kyoutani huffs out a quiet, fond laugh, settling back in their bed and shuffling a little closer to Yahaba.

He's rewarded with a soft sigh, and Yahaba's head resting on his shoulder. Kyoutani presses a kiss into the soft hair, turning slightly to his side so he can stroke his fingers through it. He's always liked how silky Yahaba's hair is to the touch, and Yahaba's always been thrilled with just how much Kyoutani likes petting it. At least now, Yahaba's asleep and can't give him that small knowing smile he sometimes does, when he realises just how bad Kyoutani has it for him. It doesn't really matter, because Kyoutani knows Yahaba has it just as bad, but this is nice, being able to stroke Yahaba's hair without interruption, letting the softness of it soothe him as sleep creeps up on him again.

Kyoutani puts his head down on his pillow again, shifting to get a little more comfortable, and it makes Yahaba stir a little.

"Mm, Ken?"

"Yeah, right here," Kyoutani whispers, kissing Yahaba's forehead. "Go back to sleep."

"You go back to sleep," Yahaba mumbles sleepily, and Kyoutani grins as he kisses Yahaba's nose this time.

He sleeps for a while, but half an hour later, he's up again, his mind far too alert, his body deciding that it's had enough rest. It probably has, Kyoutani knows, but it's now half past two in the morning, and there isn't much he can do about it. Yahaba has cuddled closer to him, his head on Kyoutani's chest now, making soft snuffly sounds in his sleep.

Kyoutani gently combs his fingers through Yahaba's hair again, marvelling at the fact that this is his life, that he gets to lie in their bed, as Yahaba sleeps on him.

They've come a long way from high school, he thinks to himself wryly. They could barely stand being in the same room, back then, their frustration and aggression coming out in the smallest, pettiest ways. Kyoutani doesn't think he's ever fought with someone as much as he's fought with Yahaba but then again, he also knows that he hasn't loved anyone quite as much as he loves Yahaba. He supposes that in the end, it all balances itself out.

He shuts his eyes, taking deep and even breaths in time with Yahaba's, letting them soothe him. He likes this feeling, of lazing in bed, comfortable under the blankets and with Yahaba next to him. He likes how relaxing it is, to not have anywhere to be for a while yet, to not have anything to do.

Kyoutani falls asleep again without even realising and this time, when he wakes up, the sun is rising. Their room is still mostly dark, but he can see the first few orange rays creeping in through the corner of the window, through their blinds.

He's lying on his side, curled up into a ball, and he has his head in Yahaba's lap. He blinks, lifting his head, and realises that Yahaba has his bedside lamp on, that he's holding a book with one hand and stroking Kyoutani's hair with the other.

"Hey," Yahaba greets softly, smiling down at him, the hand in Kyoutani's hair coming around to cup his cheek, thumb stroking over the skin.

Kyoutani leans into the touch, turning to press a kiss into the centre of Yahaba's palm. "Hey. Been awake long?"

"Not really," Yahaba murmurs. "Did you sleep okay? I think I remember you waking up."

"Yeah, I did. Too many naps yesterday." Kyoutani pushes himself up to sit beside Yahaba, their shoulders leaning against each other. "We could go for a walk. Watch the sunrise."

Yahaba smiles, squeezing Kyoutani's hand briefly before he lets go, getting out of bed.

The streets are quiet at this time of the morning. They hold hands as they walk to the nearby park, with the best view of the morning sky. Kyoutani picks a spot on a park bench and Yahaba sits down too, their sides pressed against each other. Kyoutani interlocks their fingers together, looking up at the sky. He's so engrossed in watching the clouds drift by, changing colour with the light, that he's surprised with Yahaba leans close, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

They smile at each other, still sleepy and relaxed, and Kyoutani pulls Yahaba close to kiss his cheek in return. They sit there, pressing small kisses all over each other's faces, the sunrise forgotten in favour of each other, until they pull apart at the sun is already over the horizon, the gentle pinks and oranges of the sunrise fading into blue skies.

"We'll try again another morning," Kyoutani mumbles, then presses one last kiss to Yahaba's cheek. "Come on."

They hold hands on the way home, letting their arms swing in the space between them as they walk. Yahaba starts making coffee when they get inside, while Kyoutani works on cooking breakfast. It's still quiet, too early for them to disturb their neighbours with the radio, the moment feeling a little too delicate to break with conversation.

"Here," Yahaba says, pushing a full mug in Kyoutani's direction. Kyoutani nods in thanks, dividing the stack of pancakes between their plates. He reaches for Yahaba instead of the mug, arm winding around his waist and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Love you," he says quietly, and watches as a smile slowly spread across Yahaba's lips.

"Yeah," Yahaba murmurs, kissing Kyoutani in return. "Love you too."

to the cool cool kurii!!

[nautilics]

happy valentine's day kurii!! i hope you've been enjoying all the komi content in hq lately and here's some more komi <3

[necessarian]

HI KURII I'M REALLY SORRY but apparently when i was posting fics for everyone i?? completely missed yours?? which is so silly because it was the very first i wrote! so, i hope you like this small valentine's alisae :>


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Saeko has to take her piercings out for the job. It's a damn shame that they're so formal, but a job is a job, and at least she likes making coffee. She's gotten good at it, especially creating masterpieces with the frothed milk—animals, flowers, you name it, she can draw it. Today, on Valentine's day, she's been giving everyone hearts. She refrains from winking across the counter, because that would unprofessional, and she's so serious about this job that she's taken her piercings out.

She doesn't usually lose her cool, but when the most beautiful woman she's ever seen walks through the door—well, she comes close. "Don't fuck up," she whispers to herself, focusing on the foamy heart for the smartly-dressed middle-aged woman who's standing by the counter checking her diary. This sort of customer never pauses to look at Saeko's artworks, but that won't stop the heart from being any less than perfect.

At the counter, the beautiful woman wearing a cardigan with hearts sewn around the neck pauses, putting a finger on her chin as she checks the menu. God, she's tall. She's tall and has long, silky fair hair, and Saeko hopes she gets something hot with milk so that she can draw the best damn heart she's ever drawn in her life.

"Hmm," the woman says, "I think I will have an iced coffee frappe!"

Saeko's heart sinks, but she's nothing if not a good sport, so she waits until the cashier passes her the order to get out the syrup and the whipped cream and set about making the frappe. She looks at the name on the order. Alisa. Well, if she can't make Alisa a frothy heart, she can do the next best thing. With the permanent marker she uses to write on lids and plastic cups, she writes out Alisa and draws a heart. It's not a perfect heart, not like one she'd make with milk—actually, it's more like something out of her high school margins, doodled in between drifts of paying attention. But in a way, that sort of heart has more heart in it.

"Iced coffee frappe for Alisa!" she calls.

Alisa is exuberant. "Oh, you got my name right! You even got the heart! Everyone always forgets to spell it with a heart at the end."

"Happy Valentine's," Saeko says, laughing. It's a pity Alisa is probably a one-off customer. Saeko could cope with this sort of excitement and humour in her life every day.

"Is it?" Alisa says. "Oh, I forgot the date—I suppose it is Valentine's!"

"Yeah," Saeko says. She wants to say something else, but she's sort of just staring at Alisa like a fish flopping about on dry land.

"Maybe you can be my Valentine, then," Alisa says, "since you reminded me."

"Maybe," Saeko says, barely holding back from giving Alisa a wink, "but you might have to start coming in more often. You know, so I can draw more hearts on your cups."

Alisa beams at Saeko, and Saeko is torn between a quiet fist-pump—I can't believe my luck!—and straight-up whooping out loud. She settles on professionalism, because after all, she's still at work.

"I will," Alisa says. "I definitely will."

As she leaves, she traces a heart in the air with her finger. For the rest of the day, Saeko's hearts are more detailed than ever.

[isshikisenpai]

KUUUUUURRRRIIIIIII MY FUCKING BRO......i dont know how many times we keep telling eahc other shit like brah we've known each other for so long but really !!! im glad i spoke to u that day many moons ago and im glad we're still good buddies i love u so much and i really hope we can meet up again! hanging with u was honestly so fucking amazing I WANNA SEE U AGAIN *crying noises* anyway *sends u love* hope u had a wonderful (late) valentines and also happy late birthday again HAHA
i wish i couldve written something for u im so sorry i didnt get the chance but just know i love u lots!!! forever and ever my bro........ <3

[(Anonymous)]

HELLO I TRIED TO DO A DRAW OF MANAKA AND ASUKA JUST GOING OUT AND THIS IS SUPER SUPER SUPER LATE IM SORRY its like almost white day actually. happy white day