#kuroken drabble

[okkotszn]

sentimental kuroo who will secretly take candid pics of kenma while theyre dating, having a whole album dedicated to them. he’ll admire them before bed whenever he misses him (which is like 101% of the time) but always returns to that one photo he took of kenma during a sunset where he looks absolutely ethereal, the colors of the sun making his eyes shine in a way that has kuroo’s heart melting.

[clawsdevour]

· ˚ ༘ kenma husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, kenma x reader, fluff, not proofread

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-Kenma, the type of husband to end up doing all the housework if he notices that you're having a hard day. he knows that you most likely wouldn't want to talk about what's bugging you off the bat, so he takes this time to make life a big easier for you before you're ready to let him hear you out.

-Kenma, the type of husband to enjoy going out on late night errands whether its to pick up a few ingredients for a dish or a little sweet treat like ice cream. he simply likes going out at night more than in the day since it feels like its just you two awake due to the fact the streets are clear and the dark sky engulfs the world above your heads.

-Kenma, the type of husband to make sure you're fed properly even though he might be eating instant noodles everyday. he likes watching you eat and stuff your face full because the delight that spreads on your smile makes him happy enough to feel good. he'd also peel you fruits or make you a snack if you're up late working on something or if he's generally making himself something to eat.

-Kenma, the type of husband to soft launch you on his stream. for instance, leaving something that's yours somewhere where his stream can see and visibly know that that item isn't his. he'd most likely keep your relationship private to keep his personal life outside his career out of respect for you as well unless you want to go public!

-Kenma, the type of husband to probably come home with random gifts he bought because he'd think you would like it or that it reminded him of you. these gifts could also be snacks that you like or want to try.

-Kenma, the type of husband to make your dates totally random. this can scale from an at-home dinner date to a trip out of town. it's not just the thought of a "date" that excites him, but the fact that it's just you two with your own alone time for the whole day to have fun.

-Kenma, the type of husband to take you to places you would show him. this can be like showing Kenma a tik tok of a souffle pancake place and he surprises you on your next date to try souffle pancakes even if he doesn't like it, but he knows you want to try it with him so he'd eat it anyway since it's you.

-Kenma, the type of husband to enjoy a lazy sunday with you on the couch. preferrably under a warm cozy blanket while watching some type of movie or show, with some popcorn on the side. he'd think its fun that you wanna play games with him too and analyzes every move you make to see if you actually are enjoying the game to know if it's time to switch to a different game.

-Kenma, the type of husband to let you comb his hair with your fingers. he doesn't really care if you style his hair for him either as long as he isn't going out the house with some goofy style. moreover, he loves feeling your fingers run through his long strands of hair, it makes him feel more at peace and sleepy.

-Kenma, the type of husband to enjoy eating out rather than at home... unless its your cooking. the dishes you make for him don't compare to the take out he buys all the time, he loves how comforting it tastes and cozy it feels to receive something delicious cooked by the one he loves the most.

masterlist here

[imsofthelp]

There's not enough Kuroken x reader content out there so i'm writing more. Today, I offer you a small drabble

cw: kiiind of threesome, kenma is pussy-whipped and kind of obsessed, a little rough, a little angsty at the end lol

"You have more fangirl pussy than you know how to deal with and yet the only one you want is my girlfriend's." Kuroo cackles, his cat-like golden eyes watching everything unfold from the armchair he's parched up on.

"Shut up." Kenma mutters, his hips smacking harder into yours, as if that could help relieve the frustration he felt towards Kuroo. "Nobody else feels as good as she does. Could fucking die and heaven wouldn't be as good as her, ah- nasty cunt."

You whine at the insult and Kenma only grins, not feeling guilty at all.

You're splayed out underneath Kenma's body, hands clutching at the expensive silk sheets of his bed, head held down, face all but smushed into the pillow by Kenma's hand laid on top of it. Your lips are opened in a soft 'o', moans and drool slipping out easily. Kenma can't find himself minding.

"A bit sacrilegious, no?" Kuroo cackles again, the hyena-like sound bouncing off of the walls. Kenma offers him a bored, unimpressed gaze.

"Good- feel good, ah! Too much, too-" you babble, your dictionary reduced to only a few select words.

You're doing your best to meet his harsh, erratic thrusts, to clench around him, but all coherent thoughts have left your head soon after the second orgasm from his tongue.

"Too much? Awh, is it too much for my fragile baby?" Kenma scoffs, tugging at your hair, arching your back even more harshly, "Well, too bad. You'll just have to lay there all pretty and take it."

The only sounds in the bedroom of Kenma's penthouse are your boyfriend's snickering and the wet squelching of your pussy, the clear liquid spilling out, running down your thighs, staining the neatly trimmed hair above Kenma's pretty, long cock currently battering your insides.

Kenma's hand leaves your hair to tap against your flushed cheek twice.

"C'mon, you're not even talking anymore. Does it even feel good?"

Your bleary eyes struggle to stay open as you meet his half-lidded gaze. Your lips part open to answer, to confirm that it feels extemely good, to snark that the fact that you orgasmed 5 times already is enough proof, but Kenma delivers a perticularly well-timed thrust, angling his narrow hips to smack the tip of his cock against your g-spot and you're left to whine and moan his name dumbly.

Kuroo finally rises from his seat, striding towards the bed, sitting by your side, his large hand coming to caress your face as Kenma lets out a scoff.

"Don't be so mean to the poor thing. Like you'd have energy to talk after cumming 5 times." Kuroo leans down, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, but you know better than to believe that he actually feels bad for you. He coos, the smug bastard, "Baby's just tired, huh?"

"Don't give a- fuck." Kenma snarls, breaking every word with a thrust, making your belly tighten up, another high already approaching, the hints of overstimulation stabbing at your insides, "Find another use for her- ngh- mouth, if she can't even fucking talk."

Kenma tries so hard to stay nonchalant and collected and cool, but the way your pussy is spasming around his dick is making his breath catch in his lungs. He loves his best friend, but there's nothing he wishes for more than for you to leave him, to be his. He could fuck you everyday instead of once a month when Kuroo felt generous enough, he'd pay for everything you ever wished for, he wouldn't be lazy when it came to your pleasure, he'd fuck you and fuck you until you couldn't think of anything but him and-

His attention is pulled out of his spiralling thoughts as he hears your moans become muffled, blinking away the haze, watching how Kuroo's cock slips in and out of your mouth, how it bulges against your cute cheek, how your gaze catches his best friend's eyes so lovingly.

Kenma feels like he'll be sick, like his heart is going into overdrive. You never hold the same adoration for him. Instead, his lithe fingers slide underneath your perfect body, drowning out your soft gags as he rubs circles against your stiffened clit. He can't offer you everything he wants to, so he'll settle for pleasure.

[raisunomii]

University AU setter squad (also known as gc: japans finest) who get into way, way more trouble than they can afford. It always ends with Iwaizumi, Daichi, and Kuroo (who are the designated setter rescuers) on the way to the local station at 3am. They've driven there like 90 times for reasons no one wants to repeat.

Kuroo and Bokuto don't understand how their boyfriends, of all people, keep getting into this. Kuroo sure as hell doesn't understand how Kenma ended up with a scar running from his ankle to knee, and Kenma's explanation of "river" doesn't do much for him either. Akaashi should know better than to get into bar fights. Bokuto finds that Akaashi does not, in fact, know better when Akaashi comes home with a busted lip. It's okay. The other guy looked worse.

When Oikawa calls Iwaizumi at 5am because "oh my god iwa they're going to make us do crack" he damn near has a heart attack. Iwa's out of bed in, like, a minute, and he finds Oikawa and Kageyama at a fucking bath house in Tokyo, of all places! And they're trashed! Kageyama's never been as scared for his life as he was on the drive back to iwaoi's apartment.

Sakusa expects it. Sakusa's pretty well aware that his boyfriend's awful and gets into weird shit. He draws the line at waking up with Osamu Miya in his bed. Or, at least, he thinks it's Osamu, because Atsumu dyed his hair fucking BLACK last night and didn't tell him! Atsumu's banished to the couch for two nights. Daichi prefers not to remember what Suga gets up to. But Suga makes it really, really hard when he comes home with a tramp stamp. Daichi yells "You're gonna be a teacher, Koushi!" when he sees it, then settles for shaking Suga by the shoulders as he just cackles.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

May I build myself a home here? (may I please call you mine?)

you will know me, though I have no name - series masterlist here

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x reader x kozume kenma

length: 1.5k

genre: pure fluff

warnings: this is just like,,, typical workday morning with kuroken, very domestic, deals with trying to grow up and find your footing in the world, trying to make something of yourself blah blah blah the usual, background kagehina bc I can't help it

a/n: no one in the world cares abt this except for me but it's ok we'll deal with it

It's Kenma sliding into bed next to you that wakes you finally, his movements slow and tired as he pulls the covers up to his shoulder. He grumbles when you sit up, the hands that had been reaching for you falling back onto the mattress with a dull thump.

"Sorry, baby," you say quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "I gotta get ready for work." He mumbles something unintelligible and his fingers twist into the material of your sleep shirt, pulling you closer. You let him, for just a moment, before carefully prying him off of you, giving each of his fingers a kiss as you pull them away from your shirt, leaving him in bed in favour of standing and stretching.

In the kitchen, Tetsurou is already mostly dressed, dress shirt buttoned and tie hanging loosely over his shoulders. He switches the kettle on when he sees you come in, reaching to take your coffee mug down from the cupboard for you. It hasn't been long since the three of you moved in together, but Tetsurou's always been good at this - at making himself into a home for the people around him. 

"Good morning," you murmur as you walk up to him, leaning forward to let your forehead thump against his back and your arms wrap around him as he checks his phone. He turns in your hold to face you and pulls you closer, a kiss from him finding the crown of your head. 

"Did you see the news?" He asks gently. You groan and reach blindingly for his phone, but he's already reading you the headline. It's something that sounds a little too much like click-bait, a story about how pro volleyball players Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio were spotted in some kind of compromising position in a public restaurant. 

"Compromising position," you repeat, pulling away from Tetsurou to look for your own phone. "What, were they holding hands?" He laughs, a scratchy sort of thing that makes you smile.

"Something like that, I'm sure," he agrees, sliding a hand onto your lower back and pressing a kiss to your cheek as he hands you your phone from the counter. 

"Well, I'm sure you'll be dealing with it, too," you say, opening the article on your own phone just to frown at it. "This isn't exactly good PR."

Tetsurou smiles gently at your words, rolling his shoulders as if that will help the stiffness in them - as if this will be the day the ever-pressing weight is lifted from them. It's never really surprising to the two of you - the fact that people care so much more about the drama of these players than the sport they've given their lives to. But it does, over time, wear you down, and you know that there are times when Tetsurou feels he's fighting a losing battle. You know, because you feel it, too. 

You open your mouth to say something, to promise that, somehow, you'll fix this, when your phone rings. As Hinata's name shows up, you squeeze Tetsurou's arm gently in acknowledgement and slip past him to take the call, huffing out a laugh as he chases after you for one last kiss.

Tetsurou doesn't need to really hear the other side of the phone call to know what's going on, but he listens nonetheless as he switches the kettle off, Hinata's voice loud and hysterical enough that it echoes through the phone. He's seen the article, of course, and he's going on about how it's not their fault, they didn't really do anything - they were just going out to dinner and would you please do something about it, please, Tobio and I will both give you exclusive interviews -

Tetsurou would laugh if he didn't feel so bad for Hinata, because never mind, apparently, that you were their teammate at Karasuno and they give you exclusive interviews any time you ask. Never mind, of course, that you go to their house for New Year's every year and you undoubtedly believe them and will help them in any way you can. Never mind that this is why you do this job, this is why you chose to be a sports reporter of all things - to drive the conversation to where it ought to be.

You're trying, trying, to get Hinata to stop talking long enough to tell him that you'll write him an article, a good article, when his voice cuts out and there's some scuffling on the other line. You've heard this enough, fortunately, to know the sounds of Kageyama wrestling the phone away from his partner and you wait patiently, leaning into Tetsurou to press a kiss to his cheek as he fixes your morning coffee for you, glancing at his watch as he does.  

Eventually, Kageyama succeeds in ceasing Hinata's babbling and he thanks you in that tight, solemn way of his, asking you if you're coming to cover his game on the weekend. Of course, you are - and you tell him as much. It was never really in doubt, but Kageyama likes to be reminded that he has people on his side, and buying you a coffee before the game is as close as he gets to knowing how to say thank you. You don't mind.

By the time you're off the phone, Tetsurou is gone from the kitchen, and you abandon your phone on the counter to chase after him back to the bedroom - because you're sure that's where he's run off to.

Sure enough, you slip through the door in time to see him there harassing a mostly asleep Kenma, cooing and kissing him while Kenma tries to bury his head further under the covers. With his streaming schedule, he sleeps a lot later than you two, always hiding away in the quiet of the mornings. But there's nothing that could stop Tetsurou from getting his goodbye kiss, and you get your own from him, as well, as you slip into bed next to Kenma for a cuddle before you leave, too. 

"You forgot your coffee," Kenma mumbles, his face pressed against your collarbone.

"How did you know that?" You ask quietly.

"Because you do this every morning." Tetsurou laughs at the way you huff at Kenma's words, leaning over to press a kiss to your head before he moves away from the bed, pulling the blackout curtains further shut so that Kenma can sleep. 

"I'll bring it in to you before I leave," He says before stepping out of the room quietly, leaving you in the silence with Kenma. You jostle him slightly as you shift, earning you another groan from him.

"Did you hear us talking in the kitchen?" You ask softly.

"Shoyo screams so loud I could hear him if I was outside. You should turn your phone volume down when he calls."

"I'll remember to next time," you promise. You both know you'll forget. "Anyway, I'm sure people will ask you about it. Don't comment on it, ok? Not until I get something official out, at least." Kenma lifts his head to frown at you, then, his brows furrowed and hair mussed.

"If people are going to come onto my streams and shit talk my best friend, I have to say something," he points out. You rake a hand through his hair, smoothing out the tangles.

"I know, I know - just, take it easy, ok? I want to let them get their side of things out before gossip spreads anymore." Kenma huffs at your words, letting his head thump back down into your neck as he nods. He's much the same as Tetsurou, you think, in how stubbornly he digs his heels in, how much he's willing to fight this fight. You understand it, of course, this need he has to make it known how good this sport is, how important it is to you all - how important it was to him when it saved him in high school.  

You understand, of course, that this is what the three of you do - you help people, you build the bridge, you pull people onto this stage that was once yours and you fight to keep them up there.

The hand that lowers the net, that's what Hinata had once said about it, not long after you saved him from another particularly harsh gossip article. You'd laughed when he'd said it, feeling that it was a bit much to be so grateful for you doing your job. It's humanity, is what you'd told him. And it's what we're here to do.

As Kenma sighs sleepily against you, burying his head further into your neck and letting his hands tangle into your shirt, as Tetsurou slips quietly back into the room to put your coffee on the nightstand and give you one last kiss before he goes, you can't help but think about it all. You can't help but think that you're doing everything you need to do and being everything you need to be - right here in the quiet safety of your home, in a little piece of the world that you can call your own.

[chigirilover69]

HIHII im a sucker for kenma content so can u pls write a kenma x reader fluff (song: Feel the POP), where kuroo sets up kenma on a date with reader? I got this idea from wttpad123 on tt in their kenma hc vid btw creds to them ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ…🍮🏐

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ…

𖥔 ִ ་  ، ˖ ࣪🥋

yakunote: AHJDSJKD MY FIRST REQ 🥹 i myself am i kenma stan so i hope i do it justice <333

ᴛᴡꜱ: minor swearing, slightly ooc kenma

February was nearing, the subject of valentines being the new talk of the town. they were highschool, right? it was unavoidable. even to his own best friend…

“c’mon! you’ll be graduating next year. your really gonna pass on the CHANCE of teenage romance?”

it was really starting to bother him. so what if he isint intrested in the sappy, lovey-dovey romance story so common to kids his age? he’s perfectly content in his own little bubble with his PSP. did that stop the petulant, persistent, nagging kuroo? of course not.

on a fateful friday, just a day before valentines the team finishing up their last drill for the week, as he approached kenma, with that mischievous, shit eating grin once again.

“Kenma! so… you know how its valentines tomorrow? i got you a date! and not some regular-girl. shes totally up your ally, heard’ she plays games too—!”

“no.”

kenma, through years of having to put up with his behavior has found the perfect solution— say his mind, no matter how blunt it is. he knew kuroo would see past his monotone, flat tone with his eyes glued to the next round of whatever game he was on.

“UGHHHH your so damn BORING! just this once! you wont regret it, i swear!”

though his efforts rendered useless, kenma being long gone before he could get another word out.

the walk home consisted of bickering, kuroo and kenma’s stubbornness going at it the whole 15 minute walk.

“why are you so persistent? i said no, its final.”

“well… i kinda promised her… you’d go on a date on saturday…”

of course, kuroo wasent a bad person. in any other situation, he would have asked first! this unfortunately was different… he thought his charm would reach out to the most closed-off person he knows, though his attempt unsuccessful.

“you…PROMISED HER for me to do something before i knew?”

he asked, with a bite in his tone, he was cooked.

“CMON!!! just one date! i’ll tell her your uninterested after, promise! im so sorry…!”

he mumbled the last part apologetically. well, kenma still cared for his friends. and for the things kuroo did for him, it wouldent be too difficult to just go on one date right…?

his mind pondered on his situation for a heartbeat longer, before he heard—

“oh yeah! she also said she plays metal gear!”

kuroo mentioned, just out of remembering, maybe they would have something in common? well, thankfully to him he was right.

being a veteran gamer at the ripe age of 16, he was starstruck. he had never met another metal gear fan. it wasent like it was the most underground game in history, but it certainly wasent super popular.

so maybe, that changed his mind. a little bit.

|| 14 | 02 ||

he was brought to a nearby cafe, one hes heard was pretty popular for some good drinks. as he waited for his date to arrive, he pulled out his PSP, going to play a bit of mario cart to pass the time.

“oh, is that twisted mansion course? thats my favorite!”

he heard from behind him, making him flinch a little. after exchanging a few apologies, they started chatting. he found it weird… why wasent his date here yet? it was 1:40 pm, 40 minutes after her expected arrival.

but time didint matter. this random girl who just coincidentally went to the same cafe didint tear down his walls, but gently melted them like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. within the span of an hour, which felt like a mere minute to kenma, his reserved, quiet personality didint disappear, but was kept behind as the analytical, nerdy gamer in him came out.

ranting about theories on various games, strategies, methods, all while sipping on his wintermelon milk tea. it felt unusual, in all the best ways.

by the time they parted, leaving not with eachothers numbers, but rather their project sekai, genshin, honkai, and leauge ID’s, and a subtle blush on eachothers faces. at this point, kenma didint even recall him supposedly having a date.

once he got home, playing matches, defeating bosses, and helping he on some levels on games, she mentioned, out of the blue, on their nearly 3 hour long, and counting call.

“shit! I was supposed to go on a date today, a blind one. but i didint have any information on who it was sooo-! but im glad i met you, you know?”

she mentioned, with a light chuckle.

despite being set up together, fate brought them closer.

yakunote: as i mentuoned its my first time writing HUHU so if there s any criticism pls be nicee

[goatunderthebridge]

Pride & Hysterics || aka, what if Fukunaga saw Yamamoto fall?

I have fukutora on the brain and I've gotta sleep. So, enjoy this short (~1700 words) fic idea that is barely edited and has not been read through more than once. bon appetit ‼

Inspired by this post by @anoant-haikyuu-dump .

Quick tags/info: some fukutora, slight kuroken, mostly yamamoto getting into a stupid situation because of pride, fukunaga finding this hilarious, kenma is done with both of them, and kuroo is in love with kenma.

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The three of them were standing outside the school gates, having finished their evening volleyball practice. Kenma was sitting on the half-wall, hunched over to block the sunlight from obscuring his phone screen as he flicked through a random game. He was waiting for Kuroo to walk home with him, the boy having been caught in a conversation with Nekomata. Kenma didn’t mind. It gave him time to text Hinata about how he had found the new game in their mutually liked series. However, there was one thing that he disliked about waiting for Kuroo after school and the thing manifested itself in the form of his, sigh. Friends.

“I bet I could jump to that cola can,” Kenma hears Yamamoto say to Fukunaga, a tinge of pride in his voice. Already Kenma could tell that this wasn’t going to end well, not when ‘bet’ and Yamamoto’s pride were ever involved.

Unfortunately for both of them, Fukunaga loved hearing those things put together.

Kenma discreetly glances up through his hair just as Fukunaga turns to Yamamoto, eyes shining. The excitement was practically vibrating off of him as he stared at Yamamoto, as if daring him to do it. Kenma shifts slightly in his seat to see what Yamamoto was talking about, leaning forwards past their backs to see a discarded coca cola can on the pavement around 20 feet away from them. Kenma immediately groans but mentally berates himself for it when two pairs of shining eyes look at him.

“What?” Yamamoto roars, puffing out his chest to Kenma as he stands squarely in front of him, “You don’t think I can do it?”

Kenma rolls his eyes as he looks up at him, hair falling away from his face. “I didn’t say that…”

“But you were thinking it!” Yamamoto says, crossing his arms in front of him.

“No…”

“Well, I’m going to prove you wrong!” Yamamoto announces triumphantly, placing his hands on his hips as he nods to himself, as if affirming the belief that he could somehow jump as far as to that red, crumpled can and all he needed was one disbeliever to motivate him to do it.

Kenma sighs. He hated always being the disbeliever that Yamamoto goaded into motivating him.

Fukunaga rests his head on Yamamoto’s shoulder, peering over him to Kenma. Yamamoto freezes slightly at the touch. It’s almost interesting to Kenma, the way he didn’t even seem to be breathing, if not for the distracting fact that Fukunaga was smiling widely.

“Tigers can leap when pigs fly.” He teases, earning a surprised snort from Kenma.

Yamamoto starts at that, rocking Fukunaga off of his shoulder and spinning to face him with a pointed finger, exclaiming loudly, “I’ll show both of you!”

Fukunaga toes a line in the dust between them – a starting line, it dawned on Yamamoto and Kenma – before he drops into a seat next to Kenma on the wall, folding his hands in his lap. He looks up at Yamamoto expectantly with his wide eyes.

Kenma sighs. This was not going to end well. They’d gotten his pride too involved.

Yamamoto grunts at both of them sitting down and awaiting his spectacular jump. He turns to face his rival – the red can ahead – and judges the distance by eye more thoroughly now. He blinked. It was a long distance to jump, very long, and it almost made his self-confidence falter. But the pride coiling within his chest tightened around his heart and it was then his resolve was fortified. He could make that jump. He was Yamamoto Taketora, for fuck’s sake!

With that, he takes a few step behind him from the starting line, keeping his eyes locked on the red can ahead. All he had to do was gain enough momentum and jump. He could do that, he had the guts. Truly, how hard could it be to do something as simple as jumping?!

Yamamoto takes a deep breath, clenches his hands into fists, and yells as he runs, passing the wide-eyed Fukunaga and disappointed Kenma who watched him with turning heads like spectators to a tennis match. Yamamoto jumps from the starting line, his feet making a loud ‘thud’ as he sprang off of it. And to his credit, he does actually leap, spreading his legs far in the air as he soared. Fukunaga’s mouth opens slightly as Kenma’s eyebrows furrow in disbelief. Yamamoto was actually going to do it. He was using his pride to dismantle the very laws of gravity.

Yamamoto felt weightless. Time seemed to slow down since he had jumped, his legs stretched as far as they would go in perpendicular directions to his body, his arms locked in to his sides like a Super Mario character jumping in those games Kenma liked and beat his ass at every time. He turned his head slightly, catching the surprise on Fukunaga’s face as he flew through the air nearer and nearer to the red can. He felt his ears twinge red as he grinned, slowly.

But then time sped back up and he was dropping to the ground. Yamamoto braced himself for his right foot to hit the ground first, leaning his weight forward. But he noticed his foot continuing to soar past the red can and instantly cheered for himself, yelling so excitedly that he hardly noticed where his foot was landing.

Fukunaga stood up as Yamamoto dropped to the ground and immediately slipped on a banana peel.

His foot slid on it, making him screech like some deranged beast as his body pelters backwards at the momentum with which his body came crashing down to the ground. He falls down, hitting his head on the red can and his back on the pavement loudly, instantly groaning at the fall. Kenma stands up with his phone gripped tightly in his hands, unsure whether to check if Yamamoto was okay or if they should call someone. He looks to Fukunaga to see what they should do and he stills in movements.

Fukunaga’s face was red and contorted in silent laughter. He was gripping his sides with his mouth wide open and his body shaking with his laughing fit. Kenma almost took a step back in shock if it wasn’t for the high-pitched peals of laughter that managed to escape Fukunaga that knocked him back down onto the wall instead. The laughter stole Yamamoto’s attention as he sat up with a groan and looked to the duo, rubbing the back of his head. He froze again when he saw Fukunaga howling with laughter, doubled over now, the laughter filling the air. It struck Yamamoto as he watched in silent shock that he had never heard Fukunaga laugh like that before. He had never seen how Fukunaga’s entire face relaxed as he laughed, nor how pink his cheeks got or how he threw his head back to the sky as if he couldn’t help but let everything within him be entirely moved by the hilarity before him.

And the laughter, Yamamoto had never heard anything like it. It sounded like a mixture of shrieks and gasps and an endless stream of barking laughter as Fukunaga dropped to his knees before shoving a hand to his mouth, desperately stopping his laughter from escaping him as he bowed his head, his body still wracking with silent giggles. Kenma met Yamamoto’s eyes over Fukunaga’s head and it was easy for them to communicate in that moment the single thought passing through both of them:

What the fuck was that?

As Yamamoto stepped towards them, Fukunaga wiped at his eyes and stood back up, mostly composed once Yamamoto was closer to them.

“Are you alright?” Kenma asked, noticing the way it seemed to take actual effort for Yamamoto to drag his eyes off of Fukunaga to look at him.

Yamamoto nodded, rubbing the back of his head still, “Y-yeah. I’m… fine.”

Kenma arched an eyebrow at the redness creeping on to Yamamoto’s face as Fukunaga turned to him and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Mr Banana Peel, huh?” Fukunaga barely managed to squeak out before laughing again, body shuddering under it as he laughed into his shoulder, hand squeezing Yamamoto’s shoulder.

It was infectious, then. Kenma snorted, instantly turning his head away from the glare Yamamoto sent him. That seemed to shake Yamamoto out from whatever spell Fukunaga’s laughter had on him because he was suddenly roaring.

“HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN IT WAS THERE!? I STILL WON! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!”

It just made Fukunaga laugh harder, dropping back down to his knees and dragging his hand down Yamamoto weakly as he goes, barely able to breathe. Kenma can’t help the laughter that escapes him as Yamamoto goes fully red and practically slams his own face into his hands, yelling incoherently.

“Whoa, what the hell is going on here?” A curious yet amused voice calls out to them.

Kenma turns to see Kuroo strolling towards them, his satchel slung around his shoulder. Kuroo glances at Kenma’s glistening eyes, Fukunaga bent over with laughter on the floor, and a Yamamoto who refused to look at him, instead choosing to cross his arms over his chest and turn his head away from the rest of them.

Kuroo slings an arm over Kenma’s shoulder as he plops down next to him on the wall.

“So?” He asks, looking between the three of them.

It’s Fukunaga who glances up at Kuroo with tears in his eyes, still clutching his sides.

“Tora- Tora is going to quit volleyball,” he says, gasping it out as he slows his laughter.

This makes Kuroo a bit more serious as he furrows his eyebrows at Fukunaga. Kenma bites his lip and turns his face into Kuroo’s chest, preparing himself. But Yamamoto turns to Fukunaga, confusion crossing his face.

“What?” They both say, glancing at each other before back at Fukunaga.

Fukunaga takes a breath, and risks a look up at Yamamoto. A snort escapes him.

“He’s studying to be a clown.”

And then he’s stifling his laughter again into his own hands as Yamamoto reddens and kneels next to Fukunaga, balling his shirt within his fists as he jostles him, half out of anger and half because Fukunaga’s laughter made his intestines curl inside of him and it felt weird because he wanted more of it.

Kuroo watches this display with a raised eyebrow, knowing he’s missing something but equally certain he’d be getting no answers out of the duo before him. He lets Kenma take his attention instead, feeling Kenma curl in closer under his arm, his body shaking with laughter. Kuroo smiles at that and rests his head on Kenma’s, turning to watch Yamamoto shake Fukunaga before him.

God, who knew when the three of them had gotten so close?

[flyingwargle]

whumptober day 29: fatigue / burnout

kenma is barely out of the bedroom after wrestling kuroo into bed when a phone goes off. he freezes, his foot across the threshold, the other against the door. the blankets shuffle behind him, limbs moving across the bed. a hand sneaks out from under the covers toward the nightstand.

faster than their cats when food is ready, kenma zooms back inside and snatches the phone, turning his back as weak fingers scrape against his back. he answers the call. “hello?”

“hello, is kuroo-san there? i need to talk to him.”

he glances down at his partner. kuroo’s glare is weak, dark circles under his eyes, barely able to lift his head off the pillow without trembling from exertion. “no,” kenma says. “kuro is dead.”

a beat. “what?”

“kitten, what are you–“

“kuro will be dead for the rest of the week,” kenma continues. “please don’t contact him until monday. have a good day.” he hangs up without another word, puts the phone on do not disturb. to add insult to injury, he slips it into his pocket, then reaches over to wrestle kuroo back in bed. “sleep. i don’t want to see you until dinner.”

“kenma–“

“no. don’t make me lock you in.”

kuroo flops back down in defeat, closing his eyes. kenma adjusts the blankets around him and steps back, listens for his breathing to deepen. when he’s satisfied, he turns to exit, a hand on the doorknob when a quiet mumble rises from the darkness. “sorry, kitten.” kenma doesn’t respond, simply closes the door behind him.

there are two cats waiting for him outside, purin and grey. he crouches to stroke them both. “sorry, you can’t go in there. kuro needs all the rest he can.” he stands, heading for the stairs, but only purin follows him. grey sits in front of the closed door, tail resting over his paws.

kenma falls onto his gaming chair and moves his mouse. the system wakes from inactivity, greeted by the work left open across his three monitors. the left shows his video editing program; the center has discord and the slew of unread messages; and the right is empty, usually covered by streaming ops, but shows his wallpaper, a selfie of him and kuroo after adopting purin and grey from the cat café.

how quickly happiness can deteriorate. kenma types a quick message to post onto his socials and server, fingers flying across his keyboard.

hi, pudding heads,

sorry for missing last night’s stream. my partner collapsed and i was in the hospital with him. once he’s feeling better, i’ll return to regular schedule. thank you for your concern, and i’ll be back soon.

reactions pour in, but kenma minimizes the window and opens his calendar to see what else needs to be rescheduled. if he’s locking kuroo at home until he’s rested, the least he can do is put work aside and care for him.

once he’s cleared the rest of his week and weekend, kenma enters the kitchen. purin jumps onto the counter to watch him pull vegetables from the fridge, gathering ingredients to make stew, an easy dish that he can make from memory. grey comes by midway, as his pot comes to a boil, and he pets him with the back of his hand. “is kuro okay?” he murmurs. grey blinks at him, jumping from the counter to leave the kitchen, head turned toward him. kenma fears the worst.

upstairs, the bedroom light is on. kenma doesn’t knock, simply pushes the door open to find kuroo kneeling in front of the closet, jackets and sweaters piled around him, as he paws through their clothes to reach the handful of bags stacked in a box. “tetsurou.”

he freezes. kenma approaches, stands behind him with his arms folded across his chest. “your workbag is downstairs, same with your laptop, phone, and planner. you’re supposed to rest.”

“kitten, you don’t understand.” kuroo’s voice is hoarse from sleep. “i can’t just not work. it’s the middle of the season, my team is–“

“your team worked you to the point of collapse. they didn’t stick around to make sure you woke up afterwards, just left you in the infirmary. i don’t think they would’ve checked on you if the janitor didn’t see you throwing up. if they can’t survive without you, they don’t deserve you.”

kuroo doesn’t respond. his shoulders slump, swaying slightly. kenma catches him, gently lowers his head onto his lap, runs his fingers through his tangled hair. “sorry,” kuroo whispers.

“don’t. you’ve always worked hard, much harder than you should. i love that about you, but not to the point that it destroys you.” kenma bows his head, presses a feather light kiss on his forehead. “you’ve made it, kuro. no one is going to take this away from you. rest, and when you’ve recovered, you’re going to have a long talk to your boss about healthy workloads and boundaries.”

“yeah. i will.” kuroo closes his eyes. “i think…i think i need more sleep. sorry.”

“not on the floor. can you stand?”

slowly, they rise and take the few steps back to the bed. kenma tucks him in again, sweeps hair out of his eyes, turns to leave. a weak hand grasps his wrist, and kenma glances over his shoulder at kuroo, who has a weak smile on his face. “i love you.”

“i know.” who else would pick him up from work, half-carry him to the taxi to the hospital, and stay overnight with him until he was well enough to leave? “i love you, too.”

kenma returns to the kitchen, turning the stove back on to restart the stew. the cats are curled on the table, neither of them moving when he pets them both, eyes filling with tears. god. he was too busy streaming to notice how overworked his partner was, never stopped to wonder if he ate when he left kenma a portion of food every day. i’m terrible at this.

he wipes his tears with his shirt sleeve, straightens to turn back to the stove. not only will kuroo have to talk to his boss, but they’ll have to talk as well, about healthy workloads and boundaries. i won’t let him down, kenma vows. i’ll care for him, just as he’s cared for me.

the stew is the first step. spending time with him is the second. they’ll figure out the third together.

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inspiration: this tweet from incorrect kuroken <3

[missempanada]

4 years ago today the Haikyuu manga ended and I gave birth to my first child aka I released my first song, one that is inspired by Haikyuu. I'll always be thankful to Furudate and their work for giving my strengh and motivation to keep on going.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me by commenting on the video or

[vwritesaus]

v's masterpost

hello and welcome!! i'm v and i love to write--fics, poetry and some original work (when the mood hits). and as my username states, i also write and am very fond of AUs

all of my fics save a few drabbles can be found on my ao3 (@/vwritesaus) and my main blog is @a-thousand-unread-pages ✨ i also craft in my spare time, particularly embroidery ♡

my inbox is always open so send me in your asks, headcannons, whatever you like! i'm always down to chat, even if i take a million years to respond (just as a warning!)

i love a lot of books, manga and anime, but you'll mainly see fics for my current and everlasting obsessions:

the shadowhunter chronicles (specifically the infernal devices & the last hours)

haikyuu!!. love those little giant volleyball idiots so damn much.

also tid/tlh fans, please check out @alastairstom for her AMAZING fics (ao3 @/thegirlofthorns) and my best girl @agnes-draws's art which will leave you screaming and believe in love again

so without further ado, here's my work below the cut!!

the shadowhunter chronicles:

key: only main ships listed, rated, wc, chapters completed *tumblr include the last chain of preview posts and completed fic/chapter links

a (two few) hundred hearts (thomastair, t, 20.5k): tumblr (previews, final) | ao3

timeless (the last hours, m, 17.k) (1/?): - chapter 1: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 2: coming soon

dear christopher (the last hours, t, 24.1k) (3/5): - chapter 1: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 2: tumblr | ao3 - chapter 3: tumblr (preview, final) | ao3 - chapter 4: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 5: tumblr | ao3

breathe (thomastair, t, 4.4k): tumblr | ao3

what's in a kiss? (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) (thomastair, t, 9.6k): tumblr | ao3

hygge (thomastair, t, 2.6k): tumblr | ao3

piece of cake (thomastair, g, 6.6k): tumblr | ao3

paper lace, sealed with a kiss (thomastair, g, 6.5k): tumblr (preview, final) | ao3

random wip snippets: pt 1 | pt 2

haikyuu!!

key: only main ships listed, rated, wc, chapters completed

outliers (tsukikage/yamayachi, m, 4.5k) (1/12): ao3

it’s complicated (kogagoshi/kinkuni, m, 3k) (1/?): ao3

on the trail of lemon leaves (bokuaka, t, 3.2k) (1/?): ao3

press start (iwaoi/matsuhana, m, 9.4k) (2/?): ao3

in lover’s eyes, there is… (sakuatsu/sunaosa, t, 26k): ao3

whispers in a fox’s ear (sakuatsu, m, 34.1k): ao3

at the edge of the blue hour (bokuaka, t, 9.7k) (2/4): ao3

when i fall, don’t let me drown (bokuaka/kuroken, m, 44.1k): ao3

in gold, blue and pale pink (kuroken/bokuaka, g, 5.2k): ao3

the line (we cannot see) that connects our stars (yamayachi, g, 3.4k): ao3

among inked flowers (bokuaka, g, 1.8k): ao3

breath of the sun (bokuaka, g, 1.8k): ao3

if home is where… (matsuhana/iwaoi, t, 15.6k) (2/5): ao3

reflected in prismed moonlight (bokuaka, g, 2.4k): tumblr | ao3

achivement unlocked: cutie acquired (kuroken/bokuaka, g, 4.6k): ao3

perfect? (kagehina, g, 2.4k): ao3

fugue (kuroken, t, 1.6k): tumblr | ao3

blinded (iwaoi/matsuhana, t, 26.5k): tumblr | ao3

the shadowhunter chronicles: 

coming soon

haikyuu!!: 

long ago, i saw a fallen star… (bokuaka, t, 879): ao3

upon the darkest blue (tsukikage, g, 875): tumblr | ao3

bad liar (iwaoi)

hands (bokuaka)

lucky (iwaoi)

movie date (kuroken)

umbrella (matsuhana)

missing you (daisuga)

winter (kagehina)

baking (bokuaka)

birthday (iwaoi)

zines:

coming soon (haven't posted any of my zine pieces yet lol)

crafts:

hinata + meat bun embroidery

[theylikeboth]

Krkn Drabble

As i mentioned before i think i'm gonna start transferring some of my twitter threads over here, lemme know if you're more interested in the dirty ones or the clean ones and i will adjust the order accordingly lol

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After high school, Kenma doesn't cut his hair for a long time. A really long time.

Kuroo looks up from his paperwork one day and realises it falls halfway down Kenma's back and only the ends are blond anymore. 

He forgets sometimes how soft and feminine Kenma can seem from outside point of view, with his small, delicate features. 

He especially finds it easy to forget when Kenma is on top of him, tying those dripping, long locks back with a scrunchie so he can better command Kuroo. Sometimes Kuroo will brush his beautiful boyfriend's hair at night, insisting, even as Kenma's heavy eyes close under his gentle touch. 

The hair nearly surrounds his whole body at times, a shield from the world in moments of extreme anxiety, and Kuroo resists the urge to brush it away, knowing it will only make Kenma panic more. 

Kuroo's loves it when Kenma pushes it all over to one side. Something about it is so pretty, the way it drapes over, exposing the crinkle of one eye as he smiles, the lopsided dimple on his cheek. 

When he's serious, he looks like a model - sharp angles with a soft blanket. Kenma's twitch audience fawns over it, and even their friends will ask to touch it and be refused, which is why Kuroo's heart feels so full when he feels it brush against his own body as Kenma leans into him for a kiss, taking the paperwork right out of his hands.

[clawsdevour]

hq charas reacting to you getting insulted hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: not proofread, all fluff headcanons!!

⩩ 𓈒 *.

-the type to be seriously annoyed that it bugs them like crazy and you can see it on their face. their brows are furrowed and creased the whole day while thinking of snarky remarks they could've said. you could see the little gloomy cloud just floating above their head while their eyes are just screaming danger.

"i'll get them next time.. that prickless bonehead won't know what's coming....."

charas: sakusa kiyoomi, kageyama tobio, tendou satori, yaku morisuke

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-the type to overhear and bring your ears closer to their chest as they glance back with fury in their eyes. their eyes just bore right into the head of that bastard to which they never turn back but always end up walking faster the moment they noticed your boyfriend's hand is over your shoulders.

"hmm.. did you hear that? must've been the wind, am i right?"

charas: osamu miya, ushijima wakatoshi, aone takanobu, kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru

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-the type to be ready to square up. their emotions overwhelm them the moment they heard the word slip out to the point where you gotta hold them back by their collar and apologize.... to which your boyfriend apologizes to you with the more sad look in their eyes as they beg for forgiveness.

"oh yeah?? d'you even know what an asshole looks like are you just tryna see what my fists taste like..!─"

charas: tanaka ryunosuke, nishinoya yu, hinata shoyo, atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro

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-the type to cover your ears for you and walk away quickly while side eyeing them. they're also for sure comforting you while you walk away even if words of affirmation may or may not be their best love language. even their words and attempt to comfort you work effectively since they aren't the most expressive themself and always gets you a bit flustered in shock to know they care.

"shh don't listen to them.. they don't even know what they're talking about. you're literally the best person i've ever met."

charas: asahi azumane, tsukishima kei, kenma kozume, suna rintaro, kita shinsuke, akaashi keiji

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-the type to cheer you up and reassure you that you aren't what they said you were and tell you that that person was an asshole themself. they genuinely sense that you feel horrible and shitty and try their best to cheer you up since they understand best that even small words like these hurt the most.

"listen, they are a liar! whatever they said they're jealous of how awesome and literally amazing you are. don't even lie to yourself because of what that person said to you!"

charas: yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koshi, daichi sawamura, lev haiba, iwaizumi hajime

masterlist here

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Haikyuu!! Drabble Collection

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/S4pPMjk

by RomanticEra

1. Singles Inferno AU: Kiyoko meets a grumpy guy on Hell Island (tanakiyo, tskym - fluff) 2. Mid-Timeskip: Hinata gets lonely in Rio (kghn - fluff) 3. Post-Timeskip: Oikawa thinks of what could have been (oihina - light angst) 4. Post-Canon: Iwaizumi dreads a future with a man he can't bring himself to leave (iwaoi - angst) 5. Royalty AU: Prince Tobio is arranged to be married but already has somebody in his heart (kghn - hopeful ending) 6. Vaguely Canon Compliant: Daichi is Tetsurou's second choice (kurodai, kuroken - angst) 7. Canon Compliant: Keiji drowns in his sorrows while Bokuto moves on (bkak - angst) 8. NSFW!! Canon Compliant: Kei helps Tadashi relieve stress after a long day (tskym - loving smut) 9. NSFW!! Canon Compliant: Tadashi returns the favor (tskym - fluff and smut) 10. MCD!! Canon Divergent: Akiteru, Kei, and a car crash (angst, sad ending)

Words: 5944, Chapters: 10/?, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Lin's Twitter Fics

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Shimizu Kiyoko, Tsukishima Kei, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Tsukishima Akiteru

Relationships: Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou/Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukishima Akiteru & Tsukishima Kei

Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, singles inferno au, Alternate Universe - Reality Show, Getting Together, Canon Compliant, Brazil Arc, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Falling Out of Love, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Forbidden Love, unhealthy relationship, Post-Break Up, Sad Ending, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Switching, Unprotected Sex, Hair Pulling, Light Dirty Talk, pillow princess, vehicular manslaughter

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/S4pPMjk

[chouyo]

hello yall !! 🌼✨

latest update, 2024; hi hi !! im trying to use tumblr & bksy more hehe ˙ᵕ˙ im probably gonna stop doing gifs bc its time consuming so ill RT a bunch of stuff and occasionally post fic promos ,,, but yeah !

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anyway !! im @blueberrysunflowers but it was a side blog so i wasn’t able to have as much freedom as a main blog and here we are !!

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what to expect on this page - drabbles (threadfics), headcanons, retweets and ao3 fic promos !!

ships to expect from here - mainly kagehina like 90% of the time, but other ships will come up too !! (tsukiyama, daisuga, iwaoi, kiyotana, asanoya, bokuaka, sakuatsu, kuroken, ushiten, ushitenkuroken, ushidai)

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disclaimer 1 (crossposting) — i will be reposting my own older works (drabbles and whatnot) on here so that there’s some content on this page. please don’t accuse me of plagerising.. my own… works…..

disclaimer 2 (age appropriate content) - i will be posting the occasional nsfw drabble / make nsfw jokes !! do with that information as you wish but if you’re 18- please don’t interact w me those works specifically !!

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a little about me - i'm elle (she/they, 23) !! i mainly write threadfics/drabbles, social media aus and ao3 fics !! a kagehina/hinakage main til the end but i enjoy most mainpairs too !! my DMs and asks are open so feel free to say hi !! 🫶🏻✨

my other tumblr blogs! (mostly inactive…) - @queeneye (queer eye) , @exasperatedmoron (DCTV), @three-trainwrecks (unus annus), @choupielu (skam france), @blueberrysunflowers (haikyuu incorrect quotes)

ao3 — xllx / exasperatedmoron

twitter — chouyo_

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[kiyoomiiz]

info & things.

call me kioki ❤︎

17, he/they, transmasc. very friendly & loves to interact.

i write for mainly haikyuu and jujutsu kaisen on occasion. my fav charas are sakusa, the miya twins, all of msby, matsukawa, & hanamaki.

request info.

i only accept requests for haikyuu.

you must have which character(s) and the following info to have your request fulfilled:

↳ genre (fluff, hurt/comfort, angst etc), scenario, and any other tags you'd like to be included.

3. you can also request any ships/pairings (ie. sakuatsu, bokuaka, kuroken etc).

4. i will not accept any nsfw requests. anything other than that can be requested.

5. all of my x reader work will be gender neutral, so i ask that you do not ask for a specific gender/pronouns/names.

when requesting i ask that you keep in mind that i may not see it, or may take some time to fulfill it. do not spam my inbox, you will be blocked.

navigation.

#drabbles galore — for short little writings & idea posts

# [insert character name]'s garden — writings for specific characters

# kioki's coffee shop — shitposts & me talking

[chesnutbinary]

Welcome to my corner of the internet.

I reblog art, write shitpost, translate manga, and spit out stories once a century only when the stars align.

#canoe works is my general works tag.

LINKS: Ao3 || Ko-fi || Bluesky || Discord || Genshin || Star rail

Some contents in this blog may be NSFW and will be tagged accordingly.

#writing is my general writing tag. I will tag #art for works that include my own art and #AO3 link for posts about my AO3 fics.

#translation will be my translation works and anything scanation related as well, including reblogs of things i've helped translate for groups.

#requests will be my tag for if you have anything you want me to write. Please let me know through asks or DMs. This will be tagged alongside the media type.

#drabble is the tag I use for shorter texts and HCs that hasn't made it to an actual fic. May also contain asks about pieces I've done.

Works Masterlist: Coming Soon!

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Interests

BL Manga, J-Music (vocaloid, utaite, etc...), Haikyuu, Honai Impact 3rd, Genshin, Honkai: Star Rail, TGCF, MDZS, Wind Breaker, etc

Ships (all reversible):

Haikyuu: Iwaoi, Kuroken, Bokuaka, Daisuga, Kagehina, Sakuatsu, Sunaosa, Tsukiyama,

Genshin: Xiaoae, Gaxingyun, Kazuheiscara, Cynonari, Kavetham, Yantao, Ganqing, Eulamber, the list goes on...

HSR: Xingfeng, JingCaeHeng, Kafhime, Servalia, Galladay, MarchStelle,

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Requests & Commissions

Are open for writing content in, as well as translating to and from, Japanese and English.

Writing: 1-2K word fics, socmed AUs, texts posts containing prose, poem, or hc collections.

Translating: mini-comic, a song, an audio drama, a video, or even a whole volume scanlation --as long as the source material is available, or you are willing to help provide it. Result will mostly be in script form, whether or not I post it publicly highly depends on source material /author consent.

Commissions: I'm not sure if anyone would be interested but I'm open to taking them with negotiable rates.

Don'ts for requests:

Reader insert media

Non-con ships, and as an extension of this, ships involving minors.

Love triangle, jealousy or cheating tropes.

Heavy angst and bad endings, e.g. dystopian settings, emotional manipulation, MCD.