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mochimattie · 8 months
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The babies
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Kenma: This is awful.
Kuroo: What are you talking about? You love it here!
Kenma: I’m not sure I do. I think I just developed Stockholm Syndrome.
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maridrista · 1 month
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capa entregue no @flyhighpjct para o evento de verão! [sonho de uma noite de verão] ✨ obs: nunca na vida pensei que colocaria tantos personagens numa capa só, é sobre e se quiserem ver um pouco do processo dela, posso publicar sobre;
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linnylinz · 2 years
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soo I’m not deAD, I just get sidetracked easily…
Anyways, Haikyuu version of that meme- you know the one
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airisu7425 · 1 year
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HAIKYUU!! 2023 CALENDAR - MARCH/APRIL
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heron-iles · 2 years
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I'd like for you and I to go romancing, say the word, your wish is my commaaaaaaaand~🎵
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gojou-violin · 1 year
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rainy days
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| pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader x tetsuo kuroo
| warnings: 18+ MDNI.
| summary: kenma hates storms of all kind, but when you're around everything's okay.
| wc: 2.7k
| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @sailewhoremoon , @bakugosgorl , @preciousamethyst , @darthferbert
| a/n: yoinked this again from my poly!kurooken fic i've been working on. def not proof read lmaoooooo. anyone wanna beta read for free KEKW
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Throughout the time you’d known Kenma, he was the type of person that enjoyed staying indoors, away from the sun, hiding from the reality that it could also get incredibly cold in the winters. Streaming made excuses for him. Whenever it was too hot, he could start streaming to avoid going out with friends, and if a storm was on the horizon, he’d turn his games on with the volume on max so that he couldn’t hear a thing, not even when you’d wander in with snacks while trying to grab his attention to see if he needed anything else.
On the other hand, you loved rainy days. There was something about the gloominess and coldness that gave you an excuse to stay curled up in bed or on the couch all day while being incredibly lazy. Streaming on rainy days was especially nice because you liked to play slower, quieter, single player games like Animal Crossings and the new Pokemon game everyone was raving about; and the rain somehow gave you another excuse to always end work early so that she could watch movies on the couch while waiting for Kuroo to come home and for Kenma to stop streaming. You also had a strange attachment to cooking on cold days. Maybe it was because you felt mildly lazy and didn’t have to stream, which meant that she had more free time.
So when you woke up on Monday morning to clouds rolling in, you were relieved. Your apartment was surrounded by clouds before breakfast, and even though they all dissipated by the time you and Kenma were sitting down to stream in your separate offices, you had already decided that you would keep your stream short. Usually, you got out of bed before Kenma because your day started and ended far earlier than his, being the little gamer insomniac that he was; so it wasn’t out of the ordinary when you got up and ready before Kenma, still no sign of Kuroo who always got home late and left early in the morning. Kenma was starting to really miss him. You could tell that Kuroo’s difficult hours because of his promotion were upsetting to Kenma, but what could you do? All there was to do was wait for things at work to calm down so that Kuroo could set his own, more realistic and healthy schedule.
That aside, you gently woke Kenma up with a kiss on his cheek before a quiet whisper of a warning that you were going to start streaming soon so he’d either have to knock on your door or handle his morning by himself. He groaned and rolled over. So much for adorable love.
You kept your stream light, just like you promised. You decided to leave your office drapes open because it was dark enough outside to not affect your camera while you could still see the entire city as it rushed to beat the second wave of clouds that were rolling in from the distance. Stream started with the usual, talking about life and news. So many people wanted answers about you. Kenma, and Kuroo, understandably, yet you tried your best to ignore all of those prying questions. If people weren’t smart enough to use their context clues, that wasn’t your problem. Then, you moved on to gaming. A promise you had made a while back was that you were going to finish the new Pokemon game. No matter what. You had never finished an entire Pokemon game before, so you were making it your life’s mission this time around to do it— Therefore, you took that rainy day as the perfect opportunity to sit down and hyperfixate on finishing the game for a couple of hours before your stomach started grumbling, begging for food.
Fans were understandably upset that your stream was cut short since it was so unusual for you, however that didn’t change anything. You still waved goodbye to your chat while thanking them for stopping by. You read off the names of a couple big donors. You set up a raid to Kenma’s stream. And then you were sure to press the END STREAM button on her Stream Deck— Something you had been incredibly wary about ever since the charity stream incident.
Warm, delicious, homemade soup was all you had on your mind as you meandered to the kitchen and started pulling whatever you could find out of the fridge. Kenma, despite being in a relationship with two neat people for a long time, still had a tendency to roll out of bed every so often in the middle of the night to get up and play games, and whenever he did it, he would order some kind of food to be discreetly delivered to your door. Whatever he couldn’t finish at 3AM, he’d store in the refrigerator. He always promised that he would finish the leftovers before they’d go bad, but give a gamer rat millions of dollars and they’ll always open delivery apps before their fridge doors. So as you decided what could possibly be thrown into your soup pot, the leftovers were the first to go. Chicken from the other night that was likely to spoil within the next day or so. A side dish of steamed broccoli that Kenma always refused to eat. And kimchi that he deemed to be too spicy for his midnight cravings. Fuck it. Everything had to go eventually anyhow.
So despite your wariness of the outcome of this concoction, you threw everything into the pot on the stove with some chicken broth.
The soup boiled fairly quirky, it was just a matter of waiting on the vegetables to soften and the protein to marinade before it was all ready to be lateled into a soup bowl that you carefully carried over to the couch so that you could cozy up there while watching Kenma’s stream on the TV. He was playing some odd Nintendo Switch story mode game that you weren’t quite familiar with. His face was all scrunched up in concentration, his knee was tucked up against his chest as he kept his foot propped on the seat of his chair, and he was silently switching his attention between chat and the game. Kenma loved streaming. It was his outlet to express himself while playing video games however and whenever he pleased— And the best part was that he didn’t have to talk to anyone if he didn’t want to. When he was playing with you or any of your other friends, he would sit silently and listen along, occasionally chirping in with a note or two; but when he was streaming by himself, chat could go on and on and on for hours without hearing a single word from him. He loved that there was no pressure to interact with people. Though it could be considered awkward or weird to have your face in front of millions of people on the internet, that was actually the one part of it that never got to him.
Lightning struck outside the apartment. Thunder crashed, rumbling through the ground which shook the floor of your apartment only slightly. You tucked your feet under yourself while pulling a blanket over your lap, now finished with your warm soup that was… Well… It was made of random ingredients, so it was about as good as it was going to get. However, as you finally relaxed to put all of your focus back on Kenma, you saw that he was frantically saving his game while telling chat that he was done for the day. Without so much as a “goodbye,” he ended the stream. No outro. No  music. No overlay. Just. Ended.
You raised a brow at the blank TV screen.
Suddenly, the door to Kenma’s office flew open. Your attention snapped to him, catching the way his hood was hiding his face as he dove at you, sliding onto your lap and wrapping his arms around your neck in one fluid motion. You instinctively held him.
“What is it?” you cooed quietly.
He buried his nose in the crook of your neck as he mumbled a weak reply, “Lightning.” His arms tightened.
“You heard it through your headphones?”
He nodded.
“It’s okay…”
You caressed his back with both of your hands while doing your best to shhh him into tranquility. Kenma was on edge. You could feel how tight his posture was— How constricted his muscles were. Poor thing probably had his game sound all the way up and still got spooked by how violent the thunder had been.
“It smells good,” he told you.
“I made soup.”
“What’s in it?”
“Your leftovers.”
“Can I try?”
You looked around, and concerning your predicament of how he had his body wrapped around yours like a python capturing its prey, and his nails were digging into your back like a cat climbing a tree… There was no way in hell you’d be able to get up to get him any. If he would let go, of course you’d get him some, but asking Kenma to let go of you was an impossible task. It felt like you could never find the words for something like that. How could you ever want him to let go of you? If it were up to you, you’d have Kenma clinging to you for the rest of your lives because he was yours, all yours, no one else’s, and you loved that; because despite the fact that the relationship you two had together and with Kuroo was extremely public, at least being together was the one thing no one else could intrude on. You’d never ask him to let go of you. Not in a million years.
“Sure, when Kuroo gets home.”
As if he heard his name summoning him from somewhere across the country, the front door unlocked and in came Kuroo, his hair flat on his forehead from the rain, his umbrella dripping water all over the floor. He kicked his shoes off at the front door to prevent tracking in mud. With one push to get his hair out of his way, Kuroo spotted how Kenma was curled up in your lap, and as you gestured to the window, he instantly understood.
“Scaredy cat,” Kuroo teased lovingly as he approached, “did the rain get you again?”
Kenma forgot about you in his attempt to pull Kuroo onto the couch so that he could suffocate him in his death-grip instead of you. It gave you the opportunity to slide him completely onto Kuroo before escaping to grab a towel from the bedroom, throwing it at Kuroo as you ran back towards the kitchen to get two bowls for each of them. When you returned, you set the bowls on the coffee table to cool off while you waited for the moment when Kenma would calm down; and in the meantime, you sat beside Kuroo to dry his hair since his hands were a bit preoccupied.
“You’re home early,” you noticed.
“Not much to do content or promotion wise when the weather’s gloomy and the players want nothing to do with me. Decided I could do the rest of my work from home.”
Kuroo pulled off Kenma’s hood to force the “scaredy cat” to look up at him, earning Kenma a solid kiss that he’d been needing to help him calm down. You continued to shake the towel through Kuroo’s hair. He had the cutest curls whenever his hair got wet, but he always straightened it and gelled it up because that was his “iconic look” that supposedly got him hired in the first place. While you would die to see him walking around with curly hair in his face and an undercut, Kuroo always laughed at the idea because curly hair just wasn’t his thing, which to you was the most cruel thing about the reality of being with him. Stubborn man.
“And I had a strange feeling that the storm wouldn’t settle well with our kitty here.”
As you left the towel on top of Kuroo’s head, you nuzzled Kenma’s cheek lovingly with your nose. “Our sweet boy.”
Kenma’s left hand grabbed your shirt so that he could hide his blush between yours and Kuroo’s bodies that were already squished next to each other. You laughed and ran your fingers through Kenma’s straight hair. You realized that he needed to get it dyed again soon before your next press event in Korea.
“Movie,” Kenma pouted.
Kuroo grinned. “What was that? Couldn’t hear you behind all that blushing.”
“You’re stupid.”
“Heard that part.”
Despite the fact that you were already reaching for the remote to change the TV to a comfort movie Kenma would probably like to watch given the circumstances, Kenma didn’t turn to face it. In fact, part of you was certain that he would never turn around to watch it. The existence of the movie was just to drown out the noise of the eye of the storm that was passing overhead; An idea that you could happily get behind.
“How did stream go?” Kuroo asked the both of you.
“I chatted for most of it. Didn’t want to set up a game or anything like that,” you replied.
“Bad game,” Kenma mumbled.
You rested your head on Kuroo’s shoulder. “I thought it looked fun.”
“Too easy.”
“Oh, so then it’s actually really difficult for the rest of the population. I see.”
Kuroo giggled.
The movie played in the background, but really all of the focus was on Kenma and how he was starting to relax. His grip went from tugging on your shirt and strangling Kuroo to resting in your lap so that you could hold hands and to Kuroo’s hair so that he could play with the ends of it. His legs slumped, making it easy for you and Kuroo to move him later. His eyes started to flutter shut as his long night of gaming off-stream began to catch up to him. The storm was passing. Not only was the lightning and thunder long gone, but the rain had died down, too, leaving behind a gentle drizzle that pattered calmingly against the windows.
“Poor thing,” you whispered, running fingers through his hair once more.
“Gotta admit he’s perfect like this, though,” Kuroo whispered back.
It was true. Kenma was by far the most adorable thing you’d ever laid eyes on with how he could seem so small and gentle— Like a thing that you could carry around and cherish in the palm of your hand. That was why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place. Online interactions only did so much to prove what kind of person Kenma Kozume was. It wasn’t until you two met up for the first time that you saw how sweet he was physically and socially that you decided then and there that you’d be in love with him for the rest of your life.
“He got hungry, but I think I’ll put his away for now. Did you eat yet?
Kuroo stroked Kenma’s back softly while shaking his head.
You sat up to grab one of the bowls, warning Kuroo that it wasn’t the best thing you’d ever made, but it was food; to which Kuroo opened his mouth comically wide for a bite. You laughed at his goofiness before spoon feeding a good serving with all there was to offer. For a second, you watched as he chewed through some of the soft broccoli and hand-shredded chicken.
“It’s food,” he teased.
You hit his shoulder before giving him more.
There wasn’t time or the means for Kuroo to finish it all right then and there, but when he’d had enough to hold him over for a bit, the bowl returned to its spot on the table and your head returned to resting on Kuroo’s shoulder. In the next few minutes or so, you expected that Kuroo would offer to carry Kenma to the bedroom and you’d reheat his food in the meantime, but until then, you decided to cherish this little moment. The clouds were still rolling over, but the storm was completely gone. Your sweet boy was asleep and adorably wrapped up in the arms of the one person who could take good care of the both of you. How could anything else be that perfect? How could anything else amount? Truth be told, this was why you liked storms so much. You hated that Kenma hated them, but at least you could love how he’d scurry to find comfort with you. At least it brought Kuroo home sooner. At least you could enjoy the little moments.
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brkrknspokesperson · 2 years
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❛˓◞˂̵  cosplay
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leveneficor · 1 day
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kuroken holding hands
*at school, years before* Kenma offers his hand for Kuroo to hold for the first time Kuroo chokes: Oooh Kenma! Do you like me? Kenma raising his hand and squeezing the bridge of his nose, rolling his eyes: We've been dating for a year, Tetsurou Kuroo thrilled: Can you do it again? 🤲 *years later* Kuroo: Can I hold your little hands, my love? Kenma: You can go fuck yourself *at work, more years later* kenma offering his hand to Kuroo before they left Kuroo still thrilled: Thank you my good Lord
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almied · 9 months
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alexdreamer12 · 11 months
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some bunsss hehehe
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jasmine-night · 2 years
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Kuroo is always yelling at Kenma to sit up straight. Like this pudding cat boy sits like a shrimp and no one can convince me otherwise.
Kenma: 🦐🦐🦐
Kuroo: SIT UP STraigHt 👹
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Kuroo: I’ve had a haircut that I’ve regretted.
Kenma: Is it the one you have now?
Kuroo: No.
Kenma: Well it should be.
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maridrista · 6 months
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Testes para o desafio do mês ☆ — Spirit (Dia das crianças)(:
PERDIDO — 02/10/2023
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"Um viúvo adotar sozinho? Impossível!"
Eterno verão — 02/10/2023
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"Tobio, larga o dinossauro do Tsu!"
[02/10] — ser criança era bom demais e a gente nem dava valor, não é? Essas duas músicas me dão muito conforto e editei enquanto ouvia essas e mais algumas. Essas capas estão para doação e vai do seu pessoal, caso queira, escrever algo relacionado ao amor romântico, mas o foco delas são as crianças. Acho que falta muito disso nas histórias, amor sem ser o romântico. Sugawara como professor dos maluquinhos e Kenma, um viúvo que perdeu o sentido da vida e acabou encontrando logo três irmãos (Hinata's) para cuidar e decidir se está disposto a mudar a sua vida toda por eles. Não se esqueçam de alimentar a criança interior de vocês, elas merecem. [2023]
Créditos @suncelia-art ☆
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subp0r · 1 year
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I’am backkkkkkkkkkk  🍡🌸💮🌸🍡
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aster-notz · 2 years
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Cold hands
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