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cannibalsrider · 9 days

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Not a lot just forever. Episode four? i don't smoke

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Warnings: suicide jokes but sarcastically, cheating uhhh and idk but just probably heavy angst towards the end and reader tells Terushima to get lobotomized

A/n:I worked so long on this including otw home from the zoo a little bit but erm idk enjoy

Walking into Y/N’s apartment felt weird to Kenma in a way. Yachi, mid-stream herself, had pointed him in the direction of Y/N's art and streaming room, providing a bag of her favorite snacks and the cheap beer she always liked. The door, reminiscent of the one from the house he remembered her living in before graduation, was decorated with a small painted sign labeled “Y/N's streaming room,” matching all the door signs on each room. For an apartment, it sure felt spacious, but with a famous model and two well-known artists living there, it was to be expected.

“I think she might be streaming if she doesn't open the door,” Alisa called out to him from her open bedroom door. He nodded in thanks as he watched her go back into her bedroom. Knocking on the door twice, he could faintly hear her tell her stream to hold on before hearing shuffling toward the door. It opened, revealing Y/N with a face full of blue paint and the start of purple spots. He tilted his head at the sight.

“I almost forgot you said you were coming with beer,” she told him. He could tell she probably did forget, as her eyes darted down to the bag he held in his right hand. “Come in; chat's gonna love this,” she said, opening the door for him.

The sight of her room was almost funny to him. The walls seemed to be covered head to toe in some form of art or decoration, along with photos of her and her friends or family. A faint sound of Mitski played as she walked back into the frame of her stream. “Come say hi, Ken,” she told him, waving him over as she dragged out another gaming chair from what he had been told was the “closet of doom” so they could both sit.

“Hi, chat,” he said as he pulled out the case of beers and snacks he had gotten at the corner store. As he pushed the chair toward him and sat down, it sounded like she had an epiphany behind him.

“I almost forgot!” she said to no one in particular as he watched the chat confusedly fly past. “Gotta show you what I was telling you about a few days ago,” she told him with a big smile. As he turned around, he could tell she had been working on it for a long time.

“Close your eyes,” she said, not giving him a chance to interject. He closed his eyes, hearing the sound of her shuffling around in the closet. After a small thud and a string of curses, the door clicked shut. “Okay, on the count of three… one, two, three!” she said as he opened his eyes, blinking a few times to readjust to the lights. He looked straight at the painting, realizing it was of him. It looked cropped just to have him in it, with his PSP and freshly bleached hair making a star appearance.

“It’s for you hitting ten mil on Twitter,” she told him as she set it in his lap, letting him take a better look at it. The painting was detailed, with every stroke seeming like its own little chapter of their life since they had met. “It’s amazing, Y/N,” he mumbled, his fingers running gently across the edge of the painting as if trying to memorize every point and curve.

“I knew you were a good artist, I always have, but this is just… it’s just perfect. Truly perfect,” he told her as he watched her crack open a beer, unable to decipher the look in her eyes. Maybe it was a sense of fondness she held for him or perhaps it was pride in her art. Either way, it was a look he always liked to see on her.

“I'm really glad you like it. I was really worried you weren't gonna like it for some reason,” she said with a sheepish smile before taking a big sip of her beer, careful not to get paint on the rim.

“Chat, should we paint Kenma's face?” she asked, pulling the mic up close to her as if it'd give a more dramatic aura to her question, despite looking like she was supposed to be in a very bad version of Five Nights at Freddy's. He watched as the chat flew past, with comments suggesting characters like Barney the Dinosaur or All Might.

“I'll start a poll to get some ideas,” she said to no one in particular as she typed names he could spot, like Barney the Dinosaur or characters from Neon Genesis Evangelion. After a few minutes, the poll had stopped, signaling his 'demise' at the idea of being painted to look like an Evangelion unit.

“I swear, if you guys picked the Eva unit, you're going in the note,” he said sarcastically, staring at the camera. “You make it sound like my chat is your thirteenth reason why,” Y/N said with a laugh as she read it.

“Yachi asked if she had voted for the Evangelion one, she would get first named in your note,” she told him, looking over at him with eyes he wanted to say reminded him of stars watching him throughout the night. Instead, it was her; she was his star in the night sky, watching him hit all these milestones and being his support through everything.

“Yachi, you're going in the note for when Mochi bit me a few days ago,” he answered, earning a laugh from her. “Wait, so the Unit One choice won?” he asked, looking over at the screen where the poll had been pulled up for her to watch. “It won't be that bad, I swear, Ken!” she told him, pulling up a reference photo of the unit itself.

“It looks like something you would see in a horror movie, Y/N. It is that bad. After Kuro showed me an episode, I had nightmares,” he said, referring to the first time he had seen Neon Genesis Evangelion when they were kids. He refused to watch it again because he didn't want more nightmares, even though he was ten when Kuro dragged him into watching episodes of it.

“Didn't he say you refused to go near his TV for ages because you thought an angel was gonna come out and attack you?” she asked with a smile as she pulled out the paint needed, disregarding the fact she hadn't even finished her own Bibble face paint.

“If this stains your face, do you think your fangirls are gonna kill me?” she asked jokingly, aware that some of his fangirls could be a bit weird about him, but who wouldn't be weird about a sweet guy who played games that someone like them had been into?

“I mean, probably, but they'll just want you to bribe them or something,” he answered, scooting his chair slightly closer so they were facing each other. Her knee moved slightly, resting between his, her gaze unaware of the proximity as she got the paint ready.

“Guys, if he looks stupid, you should make it your Twitter profiles. It'll be so funny,” she told her chat, rummaging through a box of acrylic paint. She turned back to him with a smile that made him feel like she was the sun and he was the moon. The silence was comforting, with music playing softly in the background as the brush moved gently against his skin.

“Did I ever tell you about the one time in high school I thought you were Kuro’s little brother?” she asked, taking a sip of her beer. It was obvious the drinks were starting to hit her, and he found it funny as she painted half of his cheek a deep purple.

He shook his head. “I don’t think you did.”

She started a small rant. “It was the one day Morisuke brought me with him during our first year because he wanted me to manage the team. I think it was like the first week when all the third years were still there. When we got introduced, I thought you two were siblings at first because your hair looked similar before you got me to start helping you bleach it,” she laughed, reminiscing.

“Oh God, I hated my hair so much back then until I realized how damaged it was in third year, so I decided to stop for a while,” he chuckled, the tipsy girl in front of him reminding him of their early twenties when they’d go to bars and she’d turn into a rambling mess, slurring her words if she drank too much.

“You were always so pretty with brown hair. It was a good look on you,” she mumbled almost loud enough to be picked up by the mic sitting nearby.

“Maybe I’ll have to let it grow out again,” he responded softly. If someone walked into the room right now, it would seem like the two were in their own little world, like she was a girl on the side of a building dolled up, looking as pretty as anyone could imagine, and he was the passerby staring up in awe.

The silence was comforting as she painted his face, the brush moving against his skin. He tried to keep up with the chat, a flash on the screen catching his eye: a thing of gifted subs with a message, “At this point, why don’t you two get married?”

Y/N laughed, reading the comment. “We’re just friends. I don’t think marrying anyone is in my cards for a long time, anon,” she said into the mic, then turned back to the bag of snacks he had brought. She gasped when she saw the handrolls and bag of pretzels. “He’s an angel, guys! He got us handrolls and pretzels. Someone needs to marry this man right now.”

“I knew you’d be hungry,” he said, watching her crack open the bag of pretzels and sit the bag under her monitor so it was easy for them both to grab. A ding from her phone indicated hundreds of notifications from Twitter and texts from her friends.

“Is your phone blowing up too?” she asked, flipping her phone up to see who had been texting her, spotting messages from her group chat with Kiyoko, Alisa, and Hitoka, and thousands of notifications from Twitter. She barely had time to process what was happening before messages in the chat told her to look at Twitter when she got off-stream.

“Y/N, turn the stream off,” he mumbled. His serious tone, unusual for him, indicated that something important had happened. Nodding, she turned her chair to use her keyboard.

“Alright, guys, I’m gonna get off here. I’ll be streaming at the same time as usual on Saturday,” she told the thousands of viewers, her voice betraying her worry. Once she was off-stream, he showed her the tweet. He watched the color drain from her face. He knew their relationship had been on the rocks, but finding out Terushima had cheated on her through Twitter must have made her feel sick to her stomach. She took his phone to read the replies from over six thousand people, including some of their friends and her brother, all confused and angry.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” she mumbled, standing up. His eyes followed her as she walked out of the room. After a minute, he decided to go get Yachi. His footsteps were soft against the hardwood floor as he knocked on the door labeled “Toka’s office.”

“Come in,” he heard Yachi yell. He opened the door to see her looking like she had just gotten off-stream herself.

“I’m gonna head out, but Y/N looks like she’s gonna be sick after reading the tweets. I think it might be a good idea for someone to stay with her right now. I think you or Alisa may be all she wants with everything going on,” he told her, his voice almost quiet. Yachi stood up, and he backed up slightly to give her space.

“Thank you for being with her, Kenma. She probably really appreciates it,” she said with a kind smile. She understood his hesitation to stay, knowing Y/N probably only wanted to sit in the bathroom with a beer and contemplate her whole relationship.

“Mhm. Let her know I’ll call her if she wants to talk at all tonight. I’m just doing paperwork once I get back to my place,” he responded before walking with Yachi to check on Y/N.

“Hey, paint eater. I’m gonna head home. Yachi’s gonna stay with you,” he told Y/N, who sat with her head in her knees beside the toilet.

“Mhm. Have a good night, Ken. Make sure you grab the painting,” she mumbled, her voice muffled. He nodded, leaving the pair in the bathroom. He assumed Alisa wouldn’t be far behind as he spotted Mochi leaving the back hall where her room was, the cat almost leading him back to the room they’d been sitting in. The edge of the table propped up the portrait of him. He had almost forgotten about the face painting. Standing there for a moment, his hands ran over the painting's edge as he tried to formulate how to leave without looking like a complete and utter dickhead. But he knew deep down she was in better hands with Yachi and Alisa. They probably knew what to tell her and how to cheer her up.

He grabbed his car keys in a swift movement but saw a little sticky notepad. Instinctively, he grabbed a pen from her jar on the desk, scribbling down a little cat drawing of Mochi and a small message telling her she was a good person and that he would always be in her corner. He stuck the pink sticky note on the rim of her monitor for her to see once she felt good enough to come back into her art room.

His quiet steps hit the hardwood floor as he made eye contact with Alisa, who gave him a slight smile of greeting and goodbye. He made his way to the front door of the shared apartment, the halls full of cheesy photos they had taken, making them look like family portraits and old awards from art contests. Setting the painting down momentarily, he slipped on his sneakers, acknowledging the glaring cat sitting on its tree before finally walking out the door, painting in hand, not even caring that he must have looked crazy with half a face of semi-dry purple paint.

Even with the guilt of leaving her, it was probably for the best. He knew it wasn't a good idea to leave after having come over to console her because of what happened with her mother that morning. But now he was walking away after being the one to tell her Terushima had cheated on her. He must have looked like a complete asshole, but he was glad she hadn’t found out while still on stream. She would have been even more of a wreck. Now, he just needed to tell the group chat what happened, even though he knew they already knew. Everyone did.

Tags: @metta-crybaby @wyrcan @kunimix @phoenix-eclipses @bae-ashlynn @lotti-lyric @stayyyyyyyyyyyy21

Fun facts and random info I wanted to tell u

This was originally supposed to be fluff

I didn't intend to do this chapter that way it actually was supposed to be for the ending of it have kenma and yn having a heart to heart but instead it ended up as this

She's the epitomy of screaming crying throwing up

This might seem really rushed breakup wise for these two but nothing romantic happens between kenma and yn for awhile still I just wanna add that

Next chapter might come later tonight depending how long it takes me to plan and do it

Also chapters might be slow even tho they already are because I'm behind on some stuff and I also have crochet projects I need to work on rlly bad but I'll cook in between for y'all

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luvindrr · 2 months

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Kenma is harassed into getting his nails done

kenma kozume x fem!reader | fluff | 773 words c/w: skinny shaming (briefly, once)

It’s a weird building, Kenma thinks, as he pulls into the parking lot. Enormous arched glass on a too-pink wall. It hurts his eyes. The entire street does; it’s all so Barbie-like.

He finds the inside is just as pink when he enters. “Time of appointment?”

“Uh, no, I’m just here for my girlfriend.” Where are you? It smells like alcohol in here. Maybe he should just text-

“Kenma!” His eyes whip towards you, as every other set of eyes whip towards him.

“Your boyfriend?” “He’s very pretty.”

“Very pretty.”

“Like a girl.”

Kenma feels himself go rigid. It feels like a family dinner, where every aunt is scrutinizing his long blonde hair. He points backwards with his thumb. “I’ll just uh- wait outside.” Fuck. Why is he so awkward? This is pathetic.

“You sure? I think I’ll be here for another half hour-”

“PICK A COLOUR! PICK A COLOUR!” Cardstock flurries in his face, and he instinctively stumbles backwards. The sheets are shoved into his arms- some land on the floor- and pushy hands are now ushering him into a chair. “Uh, no, actually, I’m just here for my girl-” He’s shoved into a seat- a very plushy one- before it rams into a table, lurching him forwards slightly. He whips up. Are middle-aged women supposed to be this intimidating?

“I’m- uh, I’ll just-”

“Pick a colour.” The sheer intensity of her glare shuts him up.

Fuck, are you laughing?

“Pick a colour, Kenma!” He whips around, affronted. “We can be matching!”

Kenma looks down at your nails-in-progress. Stickered. Sparkly. Kuroo would never let him live it down. “I don’t think I want that.” You smirk, and he knows you know exactly what he’s thinking.

“You have a My Melody keychain.”

He looks down at his hands, still holding his keys. They certainly are adorned with an obnoxious My Melody plush. You won it at an arcade, but couldn’t fit it on your own keys.

“Oh! You should get Pompompurin. He’s yellow, like you.”

“COLOUR!” He snaps back to the woman in front of him, somehow more irritated and somehow more frightening. He cowers. “PICK A COLOUR!”

Is this normal treatment? Is he paying for you to get your nails done or to be harassed and accosted? Because if this is normal he’s not sure he wants you coming to this place anymore-

“Kenma.” Your familiar scent drifts over him, releasing the tension he didn’t know was there. “You can get something simple. What about this?” You pull out a picture on your phone, but he doesn’t really see it, not when he's resting his head on you behind him. “Whatever you think.” Is that a mistake? Will he regret that later?

Thankfully, he doesn’t see the usual devilish smirk on your face, which surely means you’ve taken pity on him. He stares daggers as you walk away, willing you to come back. Why are you ditching him at the boss level? You’re supposed to be a team; this is supposed to be a two-player game.

“Your hands are pretty! Long fingers!”

“Good nail shape. Very healthy.”

“Too soft. You don’t work?”

When did the crowd spawn? And how the fuck did he get roped into this?

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The next half hour is a blur. Somehow, he weathered the scrutiny of the mob (“too skinny”, “why blonde?”), paid some ungodly sum, and escaped that Barbie dollhouse hell. Fuck. It’s getting dark. He was going to treat you to boba but the shops are closing so he can’t do that. The shops wouldn’t be closed if your appointment wasn’t pushed back- and your appointment wouldn’t have been pushed if that one rude customer hadn’t been late. What’s up with late people anyway? Fuck them. This is why he became a streamer- so he doesn’t have to deal with people. Now he has to drive in the dark- he hates driving in the dark- he’d fucking die if he crashed the car and you flung out the windshield and paralyzed yourself. He’s not going to be responsible for making his girlfriend a paraplegic-

“Kenma. Your face is weird again.”

He’s never treating you to boba again-

“C’mere; I want a picture.” Kenma lets you manipulate his hand into frame, holding yours when you let him. They’re pretty, your nails. They always are, but this time they’re sparkly, catching the light at every turn. His aren’t bad, either. A simple four-point star in the corner of each. And a Pompompurin sticker on one. It’s cute, actually. They’re nice.

“Okay, let’s go.”

He looks back up to the sun. Probably not too late for boba after all.

masterlist

#kenma x reader #kenma fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #nekoma #nekoma x reader #nekoma fluff #kenma #kenma kozume #haikyuu imagines

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syrikif · 8 months

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Gamer Etiquette

Kodzuken x Streamer!Y/N

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Genre: SMAU + Written, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Fluff, Humor, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Streamer/Youtuber AU

Content Warnings: Sexual jokes/content, mention of death threats, mature language

Upcoming content creator/streamer, Y/N, has gone viral for lots of things. Her infamous dumb moments, her blended cookie recipe (which tastes better than it sounds), the way she rages at her friends during games, and about a hundred more.

But her most recent viral moment? Accidentally knocking famous streamer, Kodzuken, off the Bedwars map and making him lose his two year winning streak.

Now with more attention (and hate) than she ever asked for, her only option left is to go to the source: the man himself, Kenma Kozume.

Created: October 6, 2023 Completed: (Ongoing) Update Schedule: I’m currently in the process of moving so just whenever I can :)

Masterlist:

Important Profiles: Y/N's Group Kenma's Group Prologue: Daddy Kink Cat Distribution System Chapter 1: Thirst Trap Hospital Food Chapter 2: Bedwars 🖊 Boredom 🖊 Chapter 3: Trending One Game Chapter 4: Calm Guilt 🖊 Chapter 5: Unhinged One in a Million Chapter 6: Cuddle Buddies 🖊 Casual Chapter 7: Rating The Cat Girl Chapter 8: A Dozen Men Little Things 🖊 Chapter 9: Scaredy Kitten Disappearing Act Chapter 10: Chapter 11: tbc . . .

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! This is my first post on Tumblr and the first SMAU I've ever written. Which, kudos to everyone else who makes SMAU's because they are a lot of work.

Just some basic info before you begin reading:

Y/N uses she/her pronouns and is feminine presenting.

Every chapter will have two parts, one part from Y/N's point of view and one part from Kenma's; the order will differ depending on the chapter.

Every update will be a double post so make sure you know you’re reading the correct one first, and reading both of them.

Time stamps don't really matter unless explicitly written by me so you can just ignore them :)

There will be both written and social media elements; written parts will be marked with a pen (🖊).

And I'm gonna be honest, while I love the anime I haven't actually watched it in a long time and I was never able to finish season three. That being said, if anything I write seems out of character for anyone just bear with me I'm trying my best lol.

Please feel free to give me any feedback and/or criticism to help me improve. And if any of the links aren't working just let me know and I'll try to get it fixed ASAP.

If you have any questions, don't feel too shy and reach out if possible; I promise I'll answer to the best of my ability.

(Also, just comment if you'd like to be on the taglist.)

Hope you enjoy the story :)

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chiffiorra · 10 months

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well folks, it's about that time again 🤭

kinktober is coming up and i am so excited to share my ideas! let's hope i'll actually get through them all this time lmaooo

if any prompts look familiar from my last list, i never got to them and simply decided to give them another chance and hopefully deliver 💚

special thanks to @nanamis-wifey-reye and @blackfire2013 for helping me with coming up with ideas! couldn't have done it without y'all!

so without further ado, the kinktober 2023 list!

day 1: predator + prey

pairings: husband!kenpachi zaraki x wife!reader

summary: you knew your husband always found the chase fun, why not indulge him?

day 2: edging

pairing: leone abbacchio x reader

summary: being on the edge of glory wasn't on your bucket list, but can you really refuse?

day 3: temperature play

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x reader

summary: how else can you beat the heat?

day 4: hate sex

pairing: obanai iguro x hashira!reader

summary: you could never stand him. what happens when you two are alone together?

day 5: double peneration

pairings: atsumu and osamu miya x reader

summary: you had an idea on how to celebrate the twins' birthday.

day 6: blackmail

pairing: curse user!kento nanami x sorcerer!reader (dubcon)

summary: it hurt that he turned against jujutsu society, even more so when he decided to hurt you too.

day 7: power play/imbalance

pairing: bonten!manjiro "mikey" sano x assistant!reader (dubcon)

summary: your new job as an assistant has an... interesting benefit.

day 8: toys

pairing: modern!"red haired" shanks x reader

summary: your fwb has brought something interesting to share with you.

day 9: pregnancy

pairing: fiancé!bruno bucciarati x fiancée!reader

summary: no matter the changes, he still loves your body either way.

day 10: aftercare

pairing: giyu tomioka x reader

summary: you didn't expect this but it is very welcoming.

day 11: shower/tub

pairing: gyomei himejima x reader

summary: you were originally gonna bathe but this was much better.

day 12: restraints

pairing: nico robin x crewmate!reader

summary: one of the benefits of having the hana hana no mi devil fruit ability is holding someone down.

day 13: cunnilingus

pairing: volkner x reader

summary: this wasn't what you had in mind when he said he was hungry.

day 14: knife play

pairing: shuji hanma x reader

summary: you're never supposed to play with sharp objects, but when did he ever follow the rules?

day 15: aphrodisiacs

pairing: trafalgar d. water law x crewmate!reader

summary: after getting hit with a strange devil fruit ability, this was the only way to get rid of the effects.

day 16: cockwarming

pairing: streamer!kenma kozume x girlfriend!reader

summary: be good for him while he does his job, won't you? it is his birthday after all.

day 17: rough

pairing: roronoa zoro x crewmate!reader

summary: a sparring session takes a turn for the better.

day 18: phone sex

pairing: boyfriend!sae itoshi x girlfriend!reader

summary: you miss your boyfriend so much so you decide to call to check on him, it turned out better than you expected.

day 19: choking

pairing: crocodile x warlord!reader

summary: you didn't think he would figure out a secret of yours after an argument.

day 20: somnophilia

pairing: eustace kidd x crewmate!reader

summary: he was originally going to check up on you after you've been feeling unwell, but he couldn't help himself after seeing your sleeping form.

day 21: vanilla

pairing: boyfriend!josuke "gappy" higashikata x girlfriend!reader

summary: being together like this always made him happy.

day 22: recording

pairing: modern!sosuke aizen x coworker!reader (dubcon)

summary: your coworker has a way of getting you to agree to go out with him.

day 23: dacryphilia

pairing: grimmjow jaquerjaeques x shinigami!reader

summary: seeing a poor shinigami cry made something unexpected stir inside him.

day 24: teratophilia

pairing: true form ryomen sukuna x servant!reader (dubcon)

summary: he took an interest in you. why not just stop trying to hide from him and just give in?

day 25: semi-public

pairing: takahiro hanamaki x cheerleader!reader

summary: what better way to celebrate the team's win than to hook up with a loved cheerleader?

day 26: corruption

pairing: touya "dabi" todoroki x civilian!reader

summary: the villian you chose to hide in your house has grown attached to you. and doesn't plan on letting you go.

day 27: floor sex

pairing: pro!ryusei shidou x manager!reader

summary: he sure had energy to spare even after a game.

day 28: strap on

pairing: phoebe x reader

summary: she had something she wanted to show you.

day 29: morning sex

pairing: husband!shouta aizawa x wife!reader

summary: you love waking up with your husband like this.

day 30: size difference

pairing: yasutora "chad" sato x reader

summary: seeing you compared to him always brought something out of him.

day 31: gangbang

pairing: msby jackals x manager!reader

summary: you didn't think they meant "end the season with a bang" almost literally, but you surely couldn't disagree.

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dolliedarlin · 2 years

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HAIKYUU! | KOZUME K. ⏤23:51

PAIR. : gamerboy streamer kenma x girlfriend reader

SUM. : when Kenma forgets to eat his apple pie for his usual snack during his stream, you hand deliver it to him yourself and suddenly...you're famous

LENGTH : 1.8k

"Okay guys, I need to take a break and I think you do too," Kenma announces to his stream, moving from the game to a his signature 'chill and chat' screen, "I need to go to the toilet real quick and when I come back we can sit and chat for a while before we go into the new game you guys requested I play, okay?" as soon as he muted his microphone, he was gone but only for a minute or two.

From the kitchen, you heard his hurried footsteps to and from the bathroom and smiled to yourself. With a glance at the clock on the wall, you nod and hum at the time. Kenma's pretty lazy but he's good on keeping to his schedule, meaning that you were able to get into a good routine after living with him for a while. This time, however, even though he stuck to his usual scheduled break time, he didn't come and join you for his snack, he's done this religiously for months now. Several minutes have already ticked by...was he really busy at the moment?

You huff in slight anger. Even if he's so busy, he shouldn't neglect his health and wellness. You know that what you're about to do is just as odd and out of place as him not joining you for your usual handmade snack but his health is always a number one priority to you so, plating up a piece of his favourite apple pie and pouring him some green tea, you place it all on a tray and carry it all up to his gaming room.

Kenma's break felt shorter than usual to him; he felt as though he was missing something but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Even if his chat pointed out how quickly his break took this time, he still didn't know what he feels like he should have done.

'Maybe that's why I keep losing' Kenma thinks to himself as another game over screen flashes before him and he is taken back to his previously saved checkpoint.

"Sorry guys, I don't know why I'm so off today-"

knock knock knock!

"Kenma~" you voice sings softly through the door and Kenma has to suppress his smile, his attention deviating from his suddenly chaotic chat as he takes off his head set, muting his chat but forgetting to mute his mic.

"Come in," thankfully, Kenma's set up made it so that his door wasn't in view.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," you bashfully apologise, slipping in through the door with a tray in your hands,"but you forgot to have your snack,"

"Oh!" Kenma has many cute expressions but his look of surprise will always be one of your favourites, his large eyes and perfectly rounded lips are just the cutest combination on him, "Maybe that's why I keep dying in game,"

"Haha!" you laugh at him and joke along, both of you ignoring the continuing chaos in Kenma's chat, "Well, I'm here with your power up," you slightly raise the tray in your hands to emphasise your statement and begin to set down his tea and apple pie.

"Hmmmm..." Kenma hums and smiles lovingly at your homemade apple pie before directing his gaze back to you, "thank you, I can't believe I almost missed out on apple pie,"

"I'm just glad I caught you at a good time and that you can finally get some food in you," you take your gamer boyfriend's chin in your fingers and raise his face up to meet yours in a sweet kiss outside his streaming camera's view.

"Good luck on your game and enjoy your snack, Kenma,"

"Thank you," you both kiss one more time before you finally slip away and Kenma turns back to his gaming set up, "I'm gonna have to take a break again you guys," Kenma voices into the mic, his golden eyes drifting to the chat and immediately widening at the flurry of comments firing up one after another.

'WHO WAS THAT?! YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!'

'She sounds so nice! omg! you two make a great couple!'

'I'm so jealous!'

'I don't know if I want to be her or you rn!'

Gauging that most of the comments were positive, Kenma chuckles to himself and finally indulges in his apple pie.

"That was my girlfriend," Kenma takes a bite and can't help but crinkle his eyes up with his smile as he reads through the chat's comments about you.

'Did she make that snack for you? what wifey material!'

'are you two just bf and gf? or are you engaged?'

'PUT A RING ON IT!'

'you lucky bish!'

'tell her to save me a piece of that apple pie! it looks so good!'

'can you ask her for the recipe?'

'best girlfriend to cook you pie for a snack! Bro is Winning rn'

"Yeah, she's great..." Kenma praises between bites, "and she takes really good care of me," he takes care not to reveal too much about you, not knowing how much you want to reveal about yourself to his large community.

'I'm so JEALOUS RN!!!'

Finishing up his slice of apple pie and tea, Kenma smacks his lips together and sets the utensils aside so as to continue his game, "Sorry about that, lets get back to the game,"

Sufficed to say, twitter was a mess, twitch was a mess, tiktok was a mess, it was all a mess! But it was a good mess! Some toxic and jealous people were hateful and bitter that Kenma was already taken but the majority loved you.

There were so many tiktok edits of that one moment, you took Kenma's chin and made him lean out of camera view for a kiss. And once someone edited your voice saying 'Haha! Well, I'm here with your power up' and used it in a video edit showcasing how Kenma actually started making better gameplay and winning after your snack delivery, that got millions of views and likes and the sound started getting used everywhere on tiktok and reached many other communities too. There was already an established online shipping fanclub, written fanfiction and drawn fanart of you two even though hardly anyone knew what you looked like and it's only been a day since that happened.

You two went viral.

"All this over me delivering you a slice of apple pie," you laughed so hard you threw your head back. After that incident, you hadn't gone to deliver Kenma any more snacks because he now remembered to stay with you in the kitchen for that but the chat had been kicking up a fuss over it and Kenma was quick to notice.

"They really love you," Kenma comments surfing through netflix with your head in his lap as you played animal crossing on your switch.

"I'm glad," you smile widely, covering the lower half of your face with your switch so as to keep him from seeing how happy it made you to be accepted by his huge fanbase. It's not every day you date a cute and famous gamerboy streamer like Kenma so it felt nice to be positively received by the audience and community he has cultivated for so long. It was like getting the thumbs up from his family when you go to meet them for the first time as his girlfriend.

"They won't stop asking about you," your boyfriend sighs, playing with a strand of your loose hair on his lap, "it's getting kinda annoying actually," you hum thoughtfully, that was definitely one downside, "but since it's about you, I'm not too angry about it," looking up at your boyfriend, you see him turn away with a flourishing blush on his face.

"Awww~ You're so cute, Kenma!" you coo, pulling an annoyed expression out of him, nevertheless, it was futile because he was still blushing and actually became redder at your comment, so much so that the tips of his ears were turned red as well, "Come gimme a kiss," you pucker your lips and forcefully pull him down to exchange kisses despite his protests. In the end he could do nothing but accept his fate and kept kissing you even after you stopped holding his face close.

Over time, Kenma's chat continued begging for another appearance from you, so much so that instead of taking snack breaks outside of his gaming room, Kenma waited for you to slip in through the door to deliver his snack midway through his 4 hour long daily streams. From there, things progressed to a point where you made your own twitch channel for fun and centred it around the preparation, making and plating of Kenma's snacks. Your streams weren't as long as your boyfriend's but you enjoyed it just the same because it was already something you were doing daily but this time you were just streaming it online. It made it all the more manageable to do around your already existing job.

And, even though, in the beginning, your chat mainly consisted of Kenma's audience, you gradually created your own community, who encouraged you to try different recipes from different cultures, and, who gave you donations for better kitchen equipment and more content.

Soon enough, it was eventually your one year anniversary on twitch and you celebrated it by live-streaming Kenma and you baking an apple pie together. It was held on your channel and it had the most people tuning in than ever before but you can hazard a guess that it was because Kenma was also making an appearance.

"Why apple pie?" Kenma asks as you tie up his apron for him.

"Because it's your favourite and because it's how this all started," you giggled and pulled him close for a quick hug that he happily returned, but pulled a face when you cheekily leaned up and kissed his nose. The both of you forgot the livestream for a quick minute but no one was complaining because it meant more fanart, fanfiction and content based around your ship.

The audience loved you and your cute interactions so much. It's grown to the point where you both currently hold the title of cutest online couple.

After your quick embrace, you tie up Kenma's soft hair into his signature lazy bun before he ties up your hair in your favourite style too.

'They are such. A. CUTE. COUPLE!'

'COUPLE GOALS!'

'When is it MY TURN?! (┳Д┳)'

'OI! YOU TWO SHOULD KISS!'

'the fanart for this stream is gonna be GLORIOUS! б（＞ε＜）∂'

'I can't wait for the edits of this stream! this entire stream is just a golden nugget of opportunity!'

"Shall we get started?" you slightly hop about in place as Kenma moves behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and press his face into your shoulder, suppressing a yawn.

"I guess..."

"Don't tell me you're tired already, Kenma," you giggle and try to urge your boyfriend off you but he stays stubborn in hopes that you'll just let him fall asleep on you. It's tiring standing up in the kitchen too long, he doesn't know how you do it, "Kenmaaaaa!" you whine.

This is gonna be a long stream.

navi.

thoughts? ; i've always had this little fantasy scenario floating around in my head ever since i got into streamers during covid ; i also hope kenma wasn't too ooc; this is my first time writing for him! ; also, this was kinda inspired by my bokuto timestamp where yn was his wife and became famous when she went to his game XD

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𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.+ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the first thing kenma worries about when revealing the feelings that you have for him is his own self-worth.

pairing. streamer!kenma kozume x reader

word count. 1.9k

genre and warnings. hurt/comfort, angsty, tooth rotting fluff, friends to lover, streamer!reader, discord calls, insecurity, anxiety, miscommunication, nicknames, mutual pining, crying confessions NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Kenma was a sometimes dense type of guy. He wasn't necessarily dumb, just had a difficult time wrapping his head around certain situations.

His overthinking was the main reason why he felt so left out, even around his own friends.

It was just the way that his brain was wired, into his confusion and clutter of thoughts.

One of those thoughts was the obvious crush you had on him. What he was mostly confused about was how he just didn't really understand why you thought of him in such a way.

Kenma wouldn't be able to tell exactly when you started showing interest in him, just the moment that it all just started making sense to him. You and him finished live streaming to his audience.

The post-stream tradition was always for you two to stay and chat for hours in the discord call for hours into the night until you would officially tap out to fall asleep against your desk. Kenma didn't really mind your long rants or the random conversations that would last until the next day.

If anything, he had just grown to love your voice and how talking to you just came naturally, to the point where he would multitask anything with you in the background, going about his business usually.

But tonight was a bit different for him. "Hey, "hey you okay Ken?" Your question came through his headset as Kenma sat slouched against his gamer chair, his legs spread out as his head lulled.

Surging forward as he broke from the trail of thought that had turned him completely silent, letting out a small hum in confusion, his eyes glancing over his screen. "Uh, sorry, I think I'm just drained or something." The blonde yawned, looking at the clock and noticing that it was just a few minutes before it would be midnight.

"Go to bed then sleepy," you say in a gentle tone, and Kenma leans his head in his palm as he listens to the clicks from your keyboard coming through your mic as you type in a sense of comfort.

"I know, I just wanted to stay up with you for a bit." He spoke in barely a whisper, hoping his noise suppression was able to pick up his sleepy tone.

"No, just go to bed and call me back tomorrow." The request didn't give much room for discussion as Kenma hummed, blinking lazily at his bright screen before opting that your idea was better than him trying to push himself to stay awake.

"Mkay, I’m heading out then. Goodnight ___."

"Night night, Kenma. I love you." Kenma had heard before he had clicked out of the call, an exhale coming from his mouth as he stretched against the leather of the chair.

In his head, Kenma was wondering why the phrase he had heard come from your mouth so many times had seemed to sound so much different. He thought that maybe it was just the way you would have said it, speaking more gently than your usual semi-aggressive tone.

Whatever it was, Kenma had trouble sleeping without his thoughts spilling over in an anxious fit, trying not to drown in his own thoughts about you until it just all suddenly clicked all at once.

All the compliments and the way you would speak to him were now just making so much sense to the point where Kenma had to calm himself down from turning into a flustering mess as he lay in bed. How everything that you two would normally do together had just seemed so much more intimate.

It had all just made him feel so sick, not that he was digested in you in any way.

If anything Kenma thought that you were a very pretty girl which was why he just didn't get it at all.

Kenma saw himself as the most average guy ever. How could someone as beautiful and funny as you fall for someone like him? You two were nothing alike.

Kenma usually found himself listening and staying quiet more as you led the conversation with your friends.

You were always the one to invite him to things and always knew how to make him feel more comfortable whenever he was stressed about talking to new people or handling new situations.

Kenma always thought of himself as the disposable one, always following you about like a lost puppy.

The only reason why he even had the friends that he did now was that they found you interesting and he just happened to be the package deal that your friendship came with.

Which would always make him feel so fucking sad, always feeling as if he was holding you back from forming other relationships with people because of his selfishness.

You were a very friendly person and Kenma always just had the fear that you would make many more friends to the point where you didn't need him anymore.

That thought of heartbreak scared him, so Kenma drifted away from you, not wanting to handle that situation at all, so he did what he did because he did not confront it or you in any way.

The two of you only speak whenever you stream with your usual group of friends. You no longer have your long chats after Kenma, always leaving a call with everyone else as soon as you end the stream.

Every time that you managed to join a call with him, Kenma would always find some excuse about being too busy planning streams, struggling with his sleep schedule, or just dealing with stuff in his personal life.

All these were just things he would tell you just to run away from his feelings. Each time he would leave you abruptly, causing an odd hurt in his heart.

Kenma just wished you hadn’t thought of him the same way he would have thought of you, and that he was better off just not knowing or understanding his own emotions as they continued to bubble over to the point where he would have to snap himself out of daydreams about you.

If he wasn't streaming, he was thinking about you, fantasizing about what could happen if you two had pursued a romantic relationship, one where he could kiss you, hold you, and more thoughts that made him feel ashamed.

When he had gotten your message about wanting to check in on him, Kenma felt a slight tug of guilt in his chest.

Immediately swipes away the notification and turns his phone on silent, no longer getting notifications, wrapping himself more into his lone streams to help himself feel distracted from dealing with his feelings.

Kenma didn't know how to handle things until they had gotten too out of hand, the routine of dodging and ignoring you expanding long enough to the point of weeks. He doesn't believe he has ever felt this guilt, and he knew that you were most likely wondering what you had done so wrong to be treated so harshly by the one person you would spend most of your time with.

He would see some tweets and comments under your videos from your fans mentioning him or how you just didn't seem to have that usual loud and funny personality that they associated with you, how you just seemed to have changed for the worse in the mood.

Kenma felt like shit knowing that the reason for your change was all his fault, but he felt like it was all for the best.

Over time, the messages Kenma would get from you just became more depressing to look at, the short and sweet greetings and memes turning into longer paragraphs of you apologizing for something that you didn't even have an idea about.

youruser: can we talk please?

Kenma almost jumped out of his skin when he heard his phone vibrate from you trying to call him. His fingers reacting to her could even process hanging up the call before it could even ring twice.

youruser: i can literally see you online boy.

Kenma continues to reject the second time you call, his stomach dropping again and again with every attempt.

youruser: Kenma.

The third call is the one that Kenma lets ring before answering.

"Ken-ken!" Your familiar chirping tone pierces through his headphones. Kenma pauses for a second, his thoughts clouding over, scrambling to think of what to say.

He waits for a moment, then says, "Oh, you're kind of loud, hey."

"Wow, that's kind of rude considering that you’ve been ignoring me this entire month. You're lucky that I care about you." Your sentence starts in a softer tone, souring at the end of the sentence as Kenma winces at the fact that you were so forgiving no matter the troubling things and obstacles that he had put you through.

He much prefers you hating him than forgiving him completely. "I’m sorry, I've just been…busy." Kenma was lying, he knew that you were aware of that.

"Hm, okay fucking liar." You responded irritably as a pregnant silence followed, after settling through the call, even the sound of your typing coming to a halt.

"I don't know how to put this," he starts with an inhale, "but, uh, you have feelings for me." You make a choked up sound over the phone, taken aback by the sudden confession.

"I'm sorry, Kenma," you stammered as you panicked, not giving him a chance to respond before continuing. "I’m so sorry, I can't—don't want anything to change between us, we can just forget about it, please. I don't want to lose our friendship." you ramble on, your voice shaking as you begin to stumble and cry.

Kenma grips his desk until his knuckles turn white. "No, no, it's not your fault, fuck, nothing's your fault," he begins to console you while also finally expressing the strange feelings he had been suppressing for nearly a month.

"I like you too, and that just—it fucking scares me. I don’t want you to date someone like me when you could be doing so much better. You deserve so much more than what I have." He admits before falling into silence, now that the secret was free Kenma felt as if there was a giant weight lifted off his shoulders finally shedding the burden of holding onto all of his emotions.

"Oh god, you stupid man thing," you sniffle before proceeding. "Kenma, I don't want better than you, I just want you with all the flaws you think you have or all your screw ups. I like that you've always been there for me no matter what. I like that you put up with me and my stupid jokes. I also like that I can talk to you so easily. I mean, that fact that you don't think you're enough is the most insane thing ever to me because you're all that I could ever want."

"You actually want me?" Kenma asks softly. "I would even make a pinky promise on it."

"Woah, a pinky promise," he repeats with a laugh. "Are you sure? I mean, that's a lot of commitment. You're practically asking to be stuck with me forever."

"I wouldn't mind that one bit."

And with that, everything is back to normal. Furthermore, Kenma could officially call you his girlfriend, just not without turning into a stuttering, bashful mess.

You found it adorable that he would still somehow be so nervous yet open around you.

It took him some time, but Kenma liked to think that he had eventually got it. It felt wonderful to have finally figured out why you liked him.

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kitty, i'm home

☽ 𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝒲𝐸𝐸𝒦 𝒪𝒩𝐸 ☾

| pairing: femboy!streamer!kenma x gn!streamer!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI phone sex, masturbation, ruined orgasms, “mommy” reader, “kitty” kenma, pet play, maid outfit, edging, overstimulation, aftercare.

| wc: 3.8k

| a/n: yoinked this from the streamer!oc x kenma x kuroo poly fic i've been working on <3 the context here is that streamer!oc became friends with kenma via streaming games together, and he eventually invited them out to japan where they become an item. reader is planning on moving to japan now, but has to be back in the states for a bit before the move, which is why they're long distance rn-- okay, you'll catch on lol

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It was torture being in a long distance relationship. People made it work all the time, of course, but I could never understand how they overcame the desperate urge to touch their partner(s) at all times when they weren’t close by. Since leaving Japan, all I wanted was to cuddle with Kenma and watch anime, like we had that last night together; or play with his hair as he curled up in my arms when he was starting to wake up; or laugh at him and poke his cheek when he’d get upset about missing a shot in Valorant. I was itching to get back to him. It had only been two weeks, yet I was ready to sell all of my things on whim and move to Tokyo early just to see him again. Sure, there was Discord where we could sit in call every day and night, giving up our healthy sleep schedules just for the sake of saying “fuck you” to timezones; but I had this unbarable itch to grab him, kiss him, and fuck him… Fuck, I wanted to fuck him again. It wasn’t fair that we only got to it the night I left. I should have made a move sooner, I should have jumped his bones more, I should have taken advantage of the fact that we were so close— Ugh… I missed him more than anything in the world.

“Mommy?”

I muted my mic so that I could groan in pain and slam my fist against my desk. I was dying. Slowly. Painfully. It was all his fault. I had to sit there for about an hour after stream, staring at his camera screen on Discord, watching and listening as he whined my name and started touching himself. Kenma Kozume… He was going to be the death of me. If I had to hear him whimper my name on more time, I was going to lose my fucking mind. It wasn’t fair that I wasn’t there. I hated that it wasn’t me touching him and making him break. I was losing every bit of composure I had watching him edge himself for me while whimpering and biting his sweatshirt sleeve. He knew I hated that. I wanted to hear him— I needed to hear him. Hiding his face from me, muffling his cute moans, avoiding eye contact with me because he knew he looked pathetic blushing like that… Fuck, fuck, fuck— I hit my desk again.

“Mommy?” he asked again, this time with worry instead of lust.

I looked up at my camera and unmuted, “I’m here, baby, don’t stop.”

Kenma’s eyes closed as he swiped his thumb over his sensitive tip. “Fuck—” His length twitched in his hands. I watched intently as he stole his own touch away to edge again, but he had been one second too late, unfortunately for him. He threw his head back. “Mommy— Mommy— No, no, no—” He wiggled in his gaming chair as he weakly came, spurts of his cum shooting onto his sweatshirt. “I’m sorry…” he whispered as he relaxed.

My fingers grasped onto my chair arms for dear life so that I could try to find my composure. “Don’t be sorry, baby.” I panted under my breath helplessly.

He looked so fucking cute with his face all red, tears pricking at the outter corners of his eyes, his cum on his chest, his cock slowly softening as he recovered from his ruined orgasm. There was no way I could be upset with him when he looked like an angel.

“You did so well for me, baby. I’m proud of you.”

Kenma pulled the collar of his sweatshirt over his nose.

“Don’t hide from me when I’m complimenting you, kitty.”

He practically swooned out of his chair when he heard his favorite nickname.

“I can’t wait to knock that bad habit out of you,” I teased with a smirk.

“I miss you.”

My knuckles turned white as I grabbed my chair harder. “I wish I could fly back early.”

“You should.”

“It’s not worth it when I’d only be there for a few days to tease you before coming back to pack up and officially move. You’d miss me more after that if I did it.”

“You should come back,” he insisted more adamantly.

If he wasn’t careful, I was going to break and take him up on the offer—

“Please, Mommy.”

“One sec—” I muted and looked down to hide myself from the camera frame, acting like I was picking something up off the floor, while I was actually screaming through pressed lips because I couldn’t handle him anymore.

Two days. It wouldn’t hurt to fly out, stay for two days, then fly back. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford it. The viewers would like to see us back together again, they enjoyed the irl content we made, and I was sure they’d have fun speculating about mine and Kenma’s relationship again. I’d get to see him again. Maybe I’d even get to visit Kuroo briefly? Two or three days wouldn’t hurt.

So, I ended up in Japan for the second time in two months, even when I promised myself I wouldn’t do it.

Kenma was excited that I was flying in. He called me on my way to the airport to let me know that he was getting ready to have me stay over again— Though he wasn’t going to set up the guest bedroom this time because he wanted me to share his bed instead. I was excited for that. I was excited to see him in person again, to hold him in my arms, to kiss him, to share his bed, to fuck him silly— Fuck, I was no better than a teenage boy going through puberty. I never knew that the honeymoon phase could be this bad.

Kenma wanted to meet me at the airport. He said the other day when I accepted the offer of flying out to see him for a couple of days that he wanted to be the first face I saw when I was back, but as I was in the car on the way to the airport to catch my flight and he called, he shyly apologized, letting me know that he couldn’t meet me at the airport, but that he’d be waiting for me at his apartment. My head was too clouded from rushing to catch my flight on time that I didn’t think twice about it. I didn’t even reconsider it after I landed and took the subway to get from the airport to his apartment in Tokyo. I only realized as I showed up to his building and sent him a text to warn him that I was going to knock on his door soon that I thought about it. He couldn’t have met me at the airport? Was he alright? Was he nervous about seeing me again? Should I have been nervous to see him again? What if things were different since I was last with him? What if we didn’t like each other in person any more? Maybe I’d made a mistake coming back so abruptly—

Kenma opened his door for me just in time, before I could even knock.

I fully expected to see him right in the doorway, jumping at me, cheering with happiness. What I didn’t expect was what actually happened. Kenma, while I was distracted with stepping inside and closing the door behind me, scrambled to his knees in the middle of the foyer, put his hands on his thighs to present his submissiveness, tilted his head up, and pouted cutely at me. I nearly wobbled off my own feet when I saw him. He was wearing one of those cheap maid costumes that cosplayers wore, black cat ears that matched his natural hair color, a collar around his neck with a silver bell and a red leash hanging from it, black knee high socks with padded cat paws sewed on.

He didn’t say anything without being spoken to first.

I knew that even as he was sitting there silently and submissively for me that I had to be the one who remained strong even though I wanted nothing more than to pin him down to the ground right there and fuck him to the point that he couldn’t move, making him my perfect boy whom I could use and take care of 24/7. I nearly fell over again at the thought.

“This is certainly a surprise, baby.”

Kenma smiled up at me.

“Is this all for me?” I asked while reaching out to cup my hand under his chin, earning a cat-like-nuzzle from him. When he nodded, I smiled down at him proudly and said, “Such a good boy.”

So this was why he couldn’t meet me at the airport. He would have embarrassed himself to Hell and back had he gone outside looking like this; and it wouldn’t have been so much of a surprise if he didn’t dress up to meet me at the airport and then come home to change while I waited. This was better. I loved this. I was glad he’d set this all up just for me.

“When’d you get all this, baby?”

I was holding off on calling him what he really wanted for the time being. I wanted to see just how desperate he could get for it. How far deep into subspace could he go without it? How much deeper could he go after hearing it? Would he melt into my hands? Would he stop breathing altogether? There were too many possibilities for me to not play with him!

“I thought about it last night,” he admitted shyly. He tried to hide his face in my palm.

I tsked and pinched his chin. “No hiding, baby.” He knew I didn’t like that. Finally, I could correct him in person. Finally, I could hold him down to make sure he looked at me when I made him feel good.

“Sorry, Mommy,” he croaked.

My hand carefully drifted from his chin down to the collar around his neck where I jingled the bell to see how loud it was— It was dainty and quiet, just like him— and then I wrapped my hand around the leash, drifting down and down until I found the loop at the end to tug on. He fell forward a bit, his perfect posture giving out. His lips parted, a small gasp escaping him, but he didn’t dare make a pathetic sound yet. Not when I still had so much in store for him.

“My cute, perfect, adorable, little…” I stopped because he was expecting it. “Pet.” He pouted with disappointment because he knew now that I was teasing him on purpose. “What? Are you not happy to see me, baby?”

Kenma shook his head vigorously. “Wait— No— Mommy—”

I gingerly tugged at his leash again until he had no choice other than to put his weight on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air, the skirt of his dress riding up a bit, revealing exactly what I wanted to see. Him. Naked underneath. Another surprise was hiding there for me, one that I never expected from Kenma in a thousand years, but I’d never had a stronger shit-eating grin plastered to my face before.

“My, my, what a perfect pet you are with your ears, your collar, your leash, and this…” I leaned over him to take his black tail in my hand, running my touch along it from the plug stuffed inside of him all the way up to the tip that hung on the floor.

Kenma shivered beneath me. He let out a mewl that I knew he had tried his very best to hold back, which made me content. It was too hard to tease him any longer like that. He was breaking, we both knew it, even though I hadn’t even touched him where he needed it most yet.

“Couldn’t even wait to let me get settled in,” I cooed. “You just had to impress me first thing, didn’t you?”

He nodded urgently. “Yes—” Kenma choked on his own words as I tugged a bit at the tail to see how snug it was inside of him. “Mommy—” He collapsed onto his elbows.

I tsked and picked him back up by pulling on his collar. “Come on, baby.”

After I kicked off my shoes by the front door and left my suitcase to be dealt with later, I walked past him, letting him follow me on his hands and knees as I led him through his apartment, towards the couch in the living room. I knew we couldn’t make it to the bedroom. It was too far. I needed him. Now.

“Climb on up, baby.”

Kenma did as he was told, laying down immediately because he was already expecting my next move, which was me laying on top of him, my hands venturing under his dress, reaching up to run my fingers along his flat stomach. He tensed, his loose abs coming forward for me to tease until he was squirming around, whining quietly behind pursed lips. That wouldn’t do. I had to hear him break before I could even think about making him feel good— I’d been considering what I’d do to him the next time I saw him since the last time I left, and I knew that even though all of my plans flew out the window the second he surprised me like this, at least I could still rely on one thing: Making him break. If I wanted to hear him moan, he’d do it. If I wanted to watch him break down into tears, he’d do it. If I told him to hold back his orgasm, he’d do it.

Oh, a wicked thought suddenly hit me.

“What is it, baby? You miss Mommy too much?”

He bucked up underneath me, his erection pressing against the inside of my thigh.

“Oh, yes, you missed me, baby, I know. I’m sorry…” I then kissed him for the first time in a long time.

We savored the kiss, ignoring how I was teasing him and how he was so needy that he could implode at any second, by going slow and gentle, my tongue already defeating his in a short fight for dominance. He was just too easy. It felt right to let him moan into my mouth as he continued to grind my leg; and it felt like the perfect response when I nipped at his bottom lip as a warning to not get too far ahead of himself.

“I missed you, kitty.”

Kenma’s eyes involuntarily rolled back as he gave up completely under me. His body went limp, his mouth hung open for me to hear every sound he could make, his hands on the hem of his dress so that he could hold it up for me, his legs bracketing me so that I could do whatever I wanted to him, his tail between his legs for me to pull on if I decided to.

While smirking, I leaned in to leave hickies all over his neck. “What is it, kitty?”

He moaned loudly. No biting his lip. No hiding his face. No muffling himself. No wordy response. Just… a simple moan to let me know he’d fallen so far into sub space that he couldn’t think straight— Which was alright. I could do all the thinking for him.

“You poor thing… You’re shivering… And you’re so hard…” I finally gave in to what we were both craving: wrapping my hand around his cock. “It’s been torture having you touch yourself for me while I’ve been gone… Isn’t that right, baby?”

He moaned again.

“Having to ruin your orgasms because you can’t edge yourself like I can.”

Kenma was a sensitive baby. I discovered the first time we ever slept together that it didn’t take much to make him cum— But the one thing that was sure to send him over the edge every time was touching his tip. I wasn’t sure if it was because he’d trained himself by accident to do it long before I met him, or if he always neglected that part of his body and I happened to find out that it was his spot. I supposed it didn’t matter. All I knew for sure was that I had to avoid it until he was ready to fall over the edge, or else he’d cum too early. But the poor thing was so desperate for me as I slid my hand up and down his shaft— He was still clenching his entire body for dear life, his eyes were screwed shut, and his hands were grabbing onto my hips so hard I thought his nails would leave indents on my skin.

There was just enough of his chest showing above the collar of his dress for me to leave one last hickey between his pecs before I kissed his lips again, then I sat up entirely. I got a good look at him as my hand continued to slowly work on his twitching length.

“Look at yourself, baby,” I tsked. “It took nothing to break you this time.” My other hand found where the plug inside of him met the fluff of his long tail. “Your face is all pink. Are you embarrassed?”

He shook his head while panting.

“No? Good…” I smiled and pulled his plug out a bit. “Kitties don’t get shy on their Mommies.” I watched with fascination as his tight hole stretched around the widest part of the plug. “They do the cutest, most pathetic things imaginable…” I pushed the plug back in, Kenma arching his back and moaning my name as I did so. “And then they let their Mommies take care of them accordingly.” I twisted and tilted the plug to reach spots inside of him that he’d likely been dreaming about since I left. “What were you expecting when you did this for me, kitty? A reward? Maybe a punishment?” He grabbed my wrist to get me to stop touching his cock because he was close and I was too distracted by his tail to notice. “Good boy.”

“Fuck—” He slumped against the couch with a sigh as his edge passed.

“You wanted to be rewarded. You went out, bought all of these embarrassing things for me, then put them on, dolled yourself up to look perfect, and you waited by the door like pets do.” I started moving my hand again. “Did you touch yourself while you waited for me?”

“No— No, no, no, no, Mommy, I promise, I didn’t—” He was too far gone to be coherent, honestly.

“Are you sure?”

“I promise— I— I promise— Mommy—”

I was so inclined to believe him, but he was already too close to cumming for him to have been patiently waiting by that entire time. But I also didn’t want to punish him… He looked too cute for that… And I’d been waiting too long to see him for me to torture him right off the bat. Him lying to me would have to be put on the back burner for now.

“My good kitty.” I shimmied down so that I could kiss his thigh. He shaved for me… He smelled like lotion, too, so he must have bought something new for me. “Tell me, baby, do you wanna cum for Mommy?”

He nodded nervously.

“How do you earn it?”

“Mo- Mo— Mommy—” Kenma tried his best to put all the words together for me, but I was working his length fast now, practically encouraging him to break my rules, all the while I was using my lips and tongue to tease his sensitive and shaky legs. “Please— Ple— Please—” He squirmed left and right to try to get away from me because he was right there, yet he hadn’t earned it. “Please! Fuck! Mommy! Please, may I— May I—”

“You’re so close to getting it right, kitty. You can do it.”

That gave him the final push he needed. With one heavy breath and a pathetic, high pitched whine, he cried out, “Please, Mommy, may I cum for you?”

I smiled wide in victory. “Go on, kitty.”

With my hand working his length, my thumb finally swiping over his tip, my other hand working the tail in and out of his hole, and my lips kissing the inside of his thighs, Kenma came. He was so overwhelmed that he unintentionally put his hands up like paws over his face. I didn’t stop him this time. So long as he continued to whine like that as he worked through his orgasm, I was in heaven.

His toes curled next to me as he finished leaking everything he had stored away since I left Japan last time; so I took pity on him, choosing to give him a break rather than overstim him like I usually did. The hand I had on his tail drifted down to the cat paws that were sewed onto his feet. I pressed on them carefully until his toes relaxed. The rest of his body followed suit shortly after when I took my hand off his length and flipped his dress down.

“Good boy.” I kissed his cheek.

“Th- Thank you— Thank you, Mommy.”

I reached out to pull the ears off his head so that I could brush my fingers through his hair to get the sweaty strands off his face. He melted like a cat that was being scratched between the ears.

“I’ll get you something to drink.”

I kissed him one more time before escaping his legs that were tangled around me.

“Soda,” he requested.

I shook my head. “Water.”

“Soda!”

“Water first. Soda later when you’re better.”

When I returned to the couch with a glass of water and a rag, Kenma stayed put so that I could sit next to him while tilting his head up and pressing the lip of the cup to his mouth so that he could take gentle sips. When he was ready, he sat up by himself. He took the cup from me to continue drinking the rest of it as I cleaned the cum off of his chest, thighs, and off his dress. The plug would have to cum out later when he was ready. I’d wash his costume with my clothes I wore in the airport. I’d have to clean his toys for him while he’d nap before stream.

I kissed his forehead. “I missed you, kitty.”

He nuzzled me. “I missed you, Mommy.”

I decided then and there that two days wasn’t going to be enough. Someone I trusted would have to go to my place back in the States to sell everything because there was no way in hell I’d be able to leave Kenma again— Not when he was curling up in my lap like a cat would. He was ready to rest as he came out of subspace, and I was ready to hold him in my arms until we were sick of each other.

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❝ ...𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… kenma, suna, daichi, and osamu accidentally propose to you, their lovely s/o, through an unlucky sequence of circumstances in public. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… kenma kozume x gn!reader, rintaro suna x gn!reader, daichi sawamura x gn!reader, osamu miya x gn!reader (and slight one-sided takinoue x gn!reader but shh) 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… established relationship, fluff, timeskip characters are used ‘cause idk why would a high schooler or college student would do such a thing that requires a lot of commitment and maybe financial stability, 7.5k total words (words in their seperate sections in order of appearance; 1.3k, 2.8k, 1.9k and 1.5k) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… don’t actually propose in public unless you know your s/o is the type of person who’s ok with that, timeskip characters are used, cursing, probably one misused music reference bc i haven’t really played an instrument in a while, atsumu slander, accidental suna favoritism (i think i went too overboard on describing his hehe), daichi and osamu’s weren’t proofread ‘cause i’m tired. 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… aesthetic is back! *confetti pops out* fun fact: osamu’s was inspired by a nostalgia induced mystreet trip lmao

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞. ･ﾟ: *. — 孤爪研磨

KENMA tended to keep his personal life away from his audience and under wraps.

privacy was always something the man appreciated (though it was often mercilessly ignored by his friends in high school kuroo, much to his dismay), and as much as his fans on the other side of the screen pleaded and begged for at least one vlog showcasing his lifestyle, kenma never indulged in their desires.

however, through the small, miniscule crack of the sturdy, tough wall he built and maintained separating the two lives for as long as he began his career, you managed to seep through.

it was mostly through pure accident; you practically barged into his room to ask about what he wanted for dinner since you screaming at the top of your lungs clearly wasn’t enough to go past the wooden door for his office.

in reality, kenma was trying desperately hard to ignore you. currently, it was quite early in his career and naturally, his mic and noise-canceling headphones were nowhere to be seen. with the recent, massive influx in viewers tuning in to his streams, he ordered some equipment so the quality of his videos would rise.

the problem? it was going to be a shipped a month from now.

your screeching being practically akin to one of a banshee’s, it just seemed more amplified to the poor headphone-wearing users; muffled and lagged, sure, but amplified.

of course, this drew concern from the various people watching it all go down as kenma slumped into his chair in embarrassment. comments were flooding in the chat with various emojis and various different wordings of “what’s going on?” or “what the hell?” were used, often with all caps.

hearing a faint “oh my god kenma, how long does it take to decide on what you want for dinner when you literally eat the same flavor of ramen everyday-!!” pass through the door behind him in addition to your footsteps becoming increasingly louder like some kind of cursed crescendo, this changed the chat’s feelings to a more humorous tone, but in the streamers point of view, this situation appeared more scarier than any horror or thriller game he ever played so far.

when you finally kicked down unlocked the door, revealing yourself in all your glory to many of kenma’s fans, you were seething. okay, maybe the fans were just being dramatic, but at the very least, you were quite annoyed at what you assumed to be kenma’s indecisiveness on what to eat for dinner.

and that was how his fans, well, now your fans too apparently, were introduced to you.

you were then turned into a familiar face in kenma’s streams, either just in the background either attending to household chores, participating in your hobbies, sitting there to munch on whatever weirdly obscure snack you got your hands on, or even playing alongside him.

in spite of kenma’s initial reluctance, you appeared to be rather open to the idea of being in his streams. he really, really, really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, yet seeing you with a warm smile on your face illuminated by the dancing lights of the monitor before you, sharing embarrassing anecdotes about his day to day life to his fans that he would’ve wanted to dig, crawl in, and die in a hole if he was actually paying attention, kenma started growing accustomed to slightly overlapping the circles of his life in front of his followers and away from them.

one particular night, he was live, as per usual, and you just so happened to be playing along with kenma. after a few minutes in, you came to the rather convenient revelation that it was your turn to do the laundry that day, and not wanting to wear the same crusty clothes that have been sitting in the laundry hamper for who knows how long, you rushed off, abandoning your controller.

as cat-like eyes gazing at your figure from the moment you stood up to the moment you left for the door, he quickly flipped out his phone, fingers tapping away seemingly at the speed of light. after he skimmed towards the contents, before picking up his controller again to continue the game.

“alright, five iridium bars and a prismatic shard... shouldn’t be too hard,” kenma muttered to himself as the chat’s messages started air out confusion. as he glanced over to the other screen displaying their words, he smiled and looked to the camera. “just tell y/n i’m grinding.”

kenma’s words did nothing to quell the growing confuddlement amongst the fans tuning in, especially some that just joined. what did y/n had to do with this?

“ken?” you called out from outside the room, sound eerily similar to when you first made your little “debut” back in his early streaming days.

“yeah?” he replied, eyes focused on the screen in front of him, though he was all ears nonetheless.

“...care to explain what... this... is??” before kenma could respond with a noise of puzzlement he tends to do when he needs emphasis or repetition of questions, his eyes widened to the likeness of saucers.

velvet box in your hand with no washing machine or dryer whirling in the distance, you were greeted with nothing but unabashed shock. to a viewer who wasn’t blind watching the scene unfold, it was very clear what this meant.

“i- uh... um,” kenma tripped upon his words, coughing in an attempt to buy himself enough time to gather his words correctly. even after all this time, being a public figure and personality, his more shyer tendencies still shone through. it didn’t help that this (possibly) botched proposal was currently broadcasted by his camera for thousands, if not, tens of thousands currently watching and/or typing in the chat as we speak along the lines of “HOLY SHIT,” “ASDWQKJW,” some odd string of emojis, “he’s just grinding!”, or all at the same time. “i-it wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

despite his voice’s volume making the none-existent wind of the apartment plus noises from the forgotten game you two were playing in the background seem louder in comparison, it didn’t stop your questioning expression to slowly morph into a sly smirk.

“oh really?” you asked, grin morphing to the likeness of kuroo’s, causing kenma to subconciously cringe. “how’s it supposed to go, then?”

the reverse pudding-haired man sneaked a quick glance at his monitor, noticing a flood of even more comments coming in. if they were personified as a total, kenma would’ve imagined them to be an over enthusiastic sports fan spilling popcorn and soda everywhere while chanting wildly, except they were watching some proposal online, creepily enough.

kenma tended to keep his personal life under wraps, but with your presence on what he showed to essentially strangers, an event so intimate as this manage to barge through the cracks of the wall he upheld.

the moment was already ruined by the unintended crowd currently watching the both him and your every move, and that’s not even counting the amount of people that would watch this scene after the stream had ended.

there was no point in broadcasting this any further for the world to see, however, in a sudden burst of courage, kenma silently picked up his controller and started tapping away at the buttons and moving the mini-joystick. your somewhat pompous expression fell in favor of confusion on what your boyfriend was doing.

not too long after, your controller that was sitting on the table a few centimeters away from you vibrated. in curiosity, you picked it up, your eyes darting towards the screen in front of you.

the game had a prompt pop up on your side of the screen, giving it a quick skim before widening your eyes, despite you having the knowledge of what was going to happen a few minutes prior.

“kodzuken proposed! will you accept?”

𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 砂倫太郎

the stakes were high, and everybody in the audience was loudly proclaiming their excitement and for the current volleyball game, only being echoed through the spacious venue. the ejp raijin and msby black jackals were going head to head in one of the most widely anticipated matches of the season among fans and the players alike.

the energy seemed unmatched than the middle blocker’s previous games, the bleachers above him seemed completely occupied by the boisterous cheers of fans, and he was even able to spot a handful of people cheering specifically for him. morale appeared high amongst him and his fellow teammates, but there was a sense of anxiety towards the outcome of the match.

in other words, the worst place for SUNA to propose, in his not-so humble opinion.

he was never the kind of guy to show-off his relationship with you. although he was public with it, the two of you often spotted out and about in public and littered here and there inside both his and your social handles, many people outside family, friends, and co-workers didn’t know much of what happens behind closed doors.

besides, the last thing he would want is to humiliate himself in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of spectators’ eyes upon you guys if you reject his proposal—scratch that—the last thing suna would want to do is humiliate you in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of spectators’ eyes upon you guys if you reject his proposal.

suna was comfortable in the love the two of you shared between each other. he still gave you plenty of affection, sure, but he knew better to get jealous if someone was a little too touchy-feely for your liking or feel fall into a pit of despair if you were particularly busy when he was feeling a bit touch starved for a few days. it was the same for you—and the two of you would always make it up to one another.

however, the reassurance did nothing to quell the fear that was rather snug at the bottom of his stomach. engagement was something that required a lot of commitment—not that the two of you weren’t pretty committed to each other already. still, the thought of making you uncomfortable couldn’t help but cause fear in suna.

so, initially, he decided to postpone his proposal to a different date.

keyword: initially.

getting back to the current situation, he found himself standing at the end line of his team’s side of the court with the jackals mirroring on the other. exchanging the usual pleasantries of thanking their opponents for the game, bowing, then jogging away to commence warm-ups.

well, not before you caught suna’s hazel-eyed attention.

look at you, with your oversized jersey (when suna pointed it out, you argued that it was necessary to “preserve the authenticity,” much to his amusement at your choice of vocabulary) clad in it’s beautiful, golden glory, a white number ‘9′ embroidered on the front, and a big, stupid grin that he was definitely going to make fun of later. though suna wasn’t the type to feel overwhelming pride and loyalty towards his team—to him it’s just kind of how sports work—but that couldn’t possibly prevent the sudden wave of dignity wash over him.

you’ve always been his biggest fan, and this game was really just any other one, but just the sight of you alone as he subconsciously blurred out the other faces in the crowd brought him back when he was just a high school boy.

god, how he wanted to marry you so bad.

unfortunately, a certain man seemed to notice this.

“hey, suna-san!”

well, not him.

one of his teammates, naming komori, called out, affectively breaking suna out of his trance. upon closer investigation on your face, you appeared to be sporting a smug grin spreading across your face. squinting his slender eyes in annoyance, suna turned on his heel towards his awaiting team, already stretching their hearts out as echoes of counting from one to ten faded into the endless chatter of the audience above.

pre-game rituals were done as per usual, and suna almost forgot that he felt someone’s eyes on him while he practically ogling at you a few minutes previously. before he knew it, he was already in the sidelines, awaiting for either the referee, coach, or manager to call him to the side so he could switch with komori once he rotates to the front row.

seeing the libero behind the sidelines a step away from outside the court and the referee beckoning him over, he quickly jogged towards komori and with a high-five and the approval of the official via a deafening whistle, suna was now in the front row, using his hands to block the guy in front of him so he could conceal the current server’s position.

that said guy was none other than the atsumu miya himself.

with all his experience dealing with him in high school while they were on the same team—which was already an irritation to begin with—when they first played against each other, every single move he pulled varied from causing a slight vexation from the blocker or delivering a huge blow to his ego. from his serves to his setter dumps, ‘unpredictable’ was one of the best words to describe the bleached-blond after a prolonged time of not watching his antics.

however, after a few games against his fellow high school alumnus, suna grown accustomed to his tricks, both on and off the court.

"who knew ya’d get y/n all the way here as yer personal cheerleader?” atsumu sighed somewhat blissfully, but with the way he said it, you could’ve guessed that he was either being sarcastic. envious, or perhaps even both. his eyes gravitated towards you, trying to locate you in the crowd. once he did, atsumu winked (much to your confusion), and he glanced back at suna, pointing to you for emphasis on his previous question.

“c’mon, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“it’s not that big of a deal,” the blond mocked rather quietly, out fear he could get a nasty look from the referee, his coach, or even worse, the club’s captain, meian. “yeah... right. do 'ya know how many people date their significant others ever since high school?”

“...a lot?” suna’s answer seemed more like a question, yet really he never felt so impatient for the referee to whistle for the rally to start—sure, he sometimes tended to slack off during volleyball games, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be stuck talking to atsumu. what’s taking them so long?

“WRONG,” he practically yelled, than covering his mouth at the sudden outburst before his eyes darted towards the referee right above them, his coach on the bench, and most importantly, meian to the side, before sighing in relief at the confirmation that no one had actually heard him. “it’s less than two percent.”

“what?”

“i said-”

“-ever.”

the setter’s hand shot up to his chest in dramatic agony while the middle blocker simply rolled his eyes.

“why is what’s going on in my love life so important to you, out of all people?”

“don’t think i didn’t see ‘ya goin’ all goo-goo eyes at them! at this point, i wouldn’t be surprised if someone who didn’t even watch the game heard about it!”

suna’s face went blank at atsumu’s exclamation. “okay, and...?”

“do i have to spell everything out for ‘ya?” atsumu shook his head as if suna ‘just didn’t get it.’ “what ‘ya have is special! if i were ‘ya and had someone like y/n, i’d prob’ly already have two kids with them at this point!”

unfortunately, much to suna’s better judgement, he couldn’t help but agree with the man in front of him. he believed—no—he knew that what he had between you was special, that even after a few life times after his current one, he still couldn’t find someone that was able to give him the same butterflies just as it felt a few years prior.

before he could further ponder on atsumu’s words, the referee finally blew their whistle, effectively starting the rally as the current server (who suna forgot his identity) delivered a loud ‘SMACK’ against the ball as it soared above the net, the players on the other side scrambling to get their positions as some stayed behind in order to get the ball up.

attempting to get comfortable as his role as one of the current blockers, his fox-like eyes immediately darted towards the jackals’ setter. who did he think was the most viable hitter against him and his fellow teammates beside him?

following the blond’s eyesight, suna sprinted to the location so he could block the spiker ahead of him, leaped, then stretched his arms upwards and across the net when he reached the height, and with the help of with the other man participating in the block, managed to prevent msby’s #4 from scoring on their side of the court.

“STUFFED!!” the sportscaster announced over the intercom, a wave of cheer filling the arena.

passing the ball back and forth rather intensely continued for at least an hour and a half or so, to the point that it looked like as if all the players that were on or were playing on the court practically sweated a whole swimming pool. though suna doesn’t play an all-around rotation (courtesy of komori and the other starting blocker, washio), even he already felt the effects of fatigue take over his mind.

it was currently the third set: one more to go before the jackals win the whole game without any trouble—well, not really. the past two sets were annoyingly close, yet somehow the black and gold team managed to always gain those two points ahead from his team’s score.

the other side was equally as tired as the raijin, maybe even more so attributable to their hitters (particularly a certain #21) flying all over the place like gigantic fruit flies. however, for some reason, that didn’t stop them for trying their goddamn hardest to get those last few points to win it all. it was painfully obvious to watch, especially since they were on the receiving end o it, but surely their exhaustion would soon keep up with their athletic abilities such as suna and his team?

before he knew it, the board displaying the current scores of the game were set, the red lights emitting from it felt as though it was mocking suna.

23-24.

one more point until the match was over for the jackals and more than three for the raijin. the blocker mentally groaned at the sight, but if he could just stop whichever poor hitter was in front of him, it would give their team could turn the game around-

“yo,” atsumu greeted, smirk plastered on his face as he found him and suna right in front of one another yet again.

“what is it this time, atsumu?” suna asked, though it came off more as a complaint than a question. surprisingly, the setter didn’t seem to take it as an offense.

“i say we propose a bet,” he responded, making suna’s face twist up out of cringe at the wordplay.

sighing, knowing he probably wouldn’t shut up even during a rally, the blocker decided to humor him. “what?”

a brief silence broke out between the two men, after a few seconds of atsumu blinking his brown eyes repeatedly, he continued. “if we win, yer gonna have to propose to y/n-”

“no.”

“c’mon! you didn’t let me finish! anyways, if ‘ya win, yer gonna have to wallow in the fact that ‘ya lost the love of yer life ‘cause you chickened out into proposin’ to ‘em.”

it was basically a lose-lose situation, with the way atsumu was putting it. on one hand, suna would be forced to ‘pop the question’ at the least romantic place, and on the other, the circumstances that the setter suggested seemed favorable if you looked past the dramatics of it... suna wouldn’t have to do this in a rather public setting and actually be able to do it when the both of you were comfortable.

the familiar whistle cut in from atsumu’s little impatient “check-in,” and with a final, knowing gaze, he went to make use of his hands, holding them in a similar manner that suna did while looking back at his side of the court, where msby’s #12 was up to serve.

it all went so fast—in one moment, he saw komori behind him bumping the ball up without much difficulty, and the next, he was falling from the air, where meian was before him, grin spread across his face out of overwhelming pride. as the two of them reached the ground, the crowd above them roared in joy, the blaring buzz of the scoreboard just barely peaking through, yet still more louder inside of the ejp raijin’s heads than countless of spectators ever will be.

exchanging the usual courtesies towards the jackals, listening to the coach’s advice and remarks about their game, and cooling down via stretching and some refreshing, ice-cold water, suna began to search for your presence; to no avail, you were nowhere to be seen amongst the bleachers.

before suna had the chance to think of a rational explanation to reason with your disappearance, a voice presumably at the nearby announcers table just a few feet away got on the intercom.

“would suna rintaro please make your way down to the broadcasting table?”

it took a(n embarrassing) while for the blocker to register that the person on the mic was not one of the sportscasters but in fact, atsumu miya himself.

strolling his way towards the table, attempting to look casual as possible and conceal the fact that he scared shitless at whatever shenanigans atsumu was up to after what previously let down, suna approached the table only to be greeted by a microphone and a piece of paper shoved into him by a certain setter, some rather pissed commentators, and a very puzzled you, most of all.

“rin... do you know what’s going on?” you asked, quirking your eyebrows while looking around yourself repeatedly like atsumu did, worried that you’d get in trouble since usually onlookers weren’t allowed down at the court itself. even though he assured you this was fine, you still couldn’t help but feel a bit concerned.

suna’s breathing hitched for a second, making the microphone peak and attracting the attention of the people watching the game, the majority of which were still hanging around with the intention of meeting their favorite players or something along the lines of that, not whatever mess that could possibly happen any minute now.

ah, crossroads. something that the young man didn’t expect to happen in his life, especially regarding taking his romantic relationship to the next step. there were three possible outcomes to this: one is that he could completely ignore this, making this seem like some sort of cruel prank, two was to straight up say whatever was on the paper and propose to you, then you rejecting him creating unneeded humiliation for the both of you, and three was to the same thing as two, but have it result into the best possible scenario: you saying yes.

2/3 of those outcomes were pretty negative, meaning around a 67% chance that this go absolutely wrong. it didn’t help that suna couldn’t get a read on you at the moment, mainly since you had no idea what atsumu set you and him up to do.

aiming to stall some time for himself, he palmed the slip of paper just before it escaped from his chest, flipping it over only to find that in messily scribbled black ink a barely legible “marry me” was written on it.

deadpanning at the sight, suna was quick to crumble it up and toss it away from him (hopefully landing on atsumu), with hazel eyes staring into yours as the words that atsumu said earlier echoed in his mind.

it was now or never.

“y/n...” he began, wincing at the fact that he heard his voice over the intercom after forgetting that he was broadcasting this. “i... well, someone recently told me that what we had between us was... special. that if they had someone like you, they’d probably already have two kids at that point.”

suna chuckled as recalled the words, taking a step forward towards you, his eyes glancing to the ground so he can make this proposing thing more easier on him.

“...and i agree with them. y/n, you make me feel special every waking and sleeping minute i spend with you by my side, and i only hope that i do the same for you.”

you stood speechless, and since he really wanted to get it over with, he knelt down on one knee, taking one of your hands and encasing it with his, a soft smile gracing his features.

“marry me...?”

𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 澤村大地

going out with some of his fellow high school alumni after a long day at work to down a nice, cold beer was something that DAICHI found himself not looking forward to quite recently.

what wasn’t there to like? there was nothing more reassuring than the dim light illuminating the establishment above him and his friends laughing as they drank and ate their fill at their regular food booth.

however, it wasn’t the drinking that the officer cherished the most; it was the relaxed atmosphere of the small bar. daichi’s friend’s from high school around him, the familiarity of it all that made him feel that this was something he had been doing all his life, and of course, you.

you tended to work later shifts than daichi, so you’d normally come join the group for their little impromptu ‘high school reunions’, as sugawara dubbed even though they do this practically every weekend.

this time around though, your job required you to be kept around even more later than usual, to the point you weren’t even sure if you could make it to the ‘high school reunion’ at all.

and boy was daichi relieved that was the case.

“YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN DATING FOR HOW LONG??” suga’s voice boomed throughout the place. if it weren’t for the fact that this was a normal occurrence for the teacher when he a bit more than tipsy, the brunette would’ve more than just embarrassed.

who was he kidding, daichi was flat-out humiliated.

“n-nine yea-”

“NINE YEARS??”

at this point, sugawara’s annoyingly loud voice when he was drunk attracted many stares from people that were either their co-workers, neighbors, fellow regulars, and friends, all blatantly invested at this man’s (that they knew practically forever) love life.

“yes, suga—nine whole years, wow...” despite the massive blush daichi was currently sporting that definitely wasn’t caused by alcohol (as seen by his yet to be touched glass in front of him), the sarcasm in his voice didn’t fade as he half-heartedly did jazz-hands in mock amazement.

even when his friend was drunk, the police officer didn’t understand why the length of his relationship with you was that surprising—the two of you started dating in your third year of high school, and with everything going on during his early twenties, him going off to the police academy and you going to college, it wasn’t exactly the best idea to get married when the both of you just fled the nest and were barely financially stable to boot.

however, sugawara and the rest of the eavesdropping less-than-sober patrons didn’t seem to clock both of that.

“nine whole years, hmm?” an older man inquired, a lazy arm was draped around daichi’s shoulder, shaking him around. with a breath that reeked of beer and a familiar, deep voice, it didn’t take his time in the police force to figure out the man that seemingly appeared out of nowhere was his old coach, ukai.

he wasn’t sure if his senior’s forced intervention would be considered lucky or not; on one hand, it actually shut suga up from asking the same question for the fourth time, but on the other...

“you oughta propose soon, yeah?”

“aww, wittle sawamura-kun and wittle l/n-chan finawwy tyin’ da knot~” the guy sitting besides ukai, whom daichi recognized to be the owner of the electronics shop down the street, takinoue, slurred his words so much that it could bring the kids sugawara taught to shame. “ain’t dat cute... y’know, l/n’s quite da catch, yeah? if y’aww weren’t datin’ for so wong, i woulda snatched dem up for myself!”

though daichi was mostly thinking about how ew, a man less than twice his age joking about dating his significant other, takinoue’s laugh bellowed as some others joined in to create a chorus of drunk guffaws, chortles, and other ridiculous synonyms of the word ‘laugh’ while also gaining even more people’s attention, much to the former’s absolute mortification.

“hey! we’re supposed to be helping daichi!” sugawara joined back the conversation, now looking rather irritated that these two old coots disturbed the flow of his incessantly repeated questions, he glanced back at his friend, his expression now completely serious.

daichi gulped.

“now, continuing with what i was saying after i was so rudely interrupted, are you gonna pop the question?”

though what the grey-haired man was asking was actually ukai’s question, the previous rowdiness and high volume of the crowd was now quiet, to the point it could be seen as suspicious. the people packed into the tiny, little bar were like a ticking time bomb, except the fuse would be replaced by daichi’s words alone.

he couldn’t exactly lie and say he wasn’t planning on proposing to you, knowing the people around him and the nature of their small town, word would spread like wildfire. and if he did tell the truth, well, daichi couldn’t guarantee that the exact same thing wouldn’t happen.

the officer knew that you were most likely weren’t just going to believe any town gossip on the street while running errands; that still didn’t change the fact that he didn’t appreciate the bar occupants encompassing him spreading the latest, juiciest information on his relationship status.

in other words, there was no getting around this.

sighing, his chocolate brown eyes gazed upon his shoes, muttering in a voice that resembled more of a complaining grumble, “...yes.”

just like that, the bar erupted in cheer, causing daichi to instinctively covered his ears at the sound. he definitely wasn’t any doctor, but if this keeps up, he could guarantee that along with the head-splitting hangover many of the patrons are going to get the next day, their vocal chords would be fried to the point that they couldn’t even speak. to be honest, he was surprised that his co-workers didn’t already drive up to the place due to their sheer noise disturbing the rest of sleeping neighborhood.

“looks like we gotta get sawamura a ring, huh?” ukai exclaimed, tightening his grip around daichi’s neck and effectively (and unintentionally) putting him in a chokehold.

“ugh- you do know you can get arrested for aggravated assault against a police officer?” he managed to cough out. he didn’t exactly like pulling out the empty detainment threat, but daichi didn’t want to end up actually taking his high school volleyball coach into custody, especially in his drunken stupor. “besides, there’s no need.”

with a flick of his wrist, his hands did a slight disappearing act inside his jacket’s pocket for a velvet box to materialize inside his very hand. another thing he also didn’t want to end up doing was making a bunch of intoxicated people waste their hard-earned cash to buy him a ring when he already possessed one.

much like sugawara’s elementary school class, the newly found audience that surrounded he and daichi’s table, they all collectively ‘ooh’ed and ‘ah’ed. ironic, really, since half of them were old enough to or did have a kid old enough in the grey-haired man’s class.

“ah, just like the daichi i remember!” suga animatedly laughed, adding to the current pain his friend was going through by slapping him on the back rather aggressively. “always prepared for everything!”

“yeah, i- ow-” he was cut off by a fierce blow to his back, causing him to shoot a glare at sugawara’s direction. “quit it!”

daichi’s hand bolted to suga’s arm, swatting it away as he stored the hand that held the box into his pocket once more.

“aww, you’re no fun...”

“dat won’t help!” takinoue interjected, much to the teacher’s vexation. “since we’ve got da wing... we gotta help ‘im!”

“y’know takinoue... that’s literally the smartest thing you said this whole night,” ukai bluntly stated, though his drinking buddy didn’t seem affected in the slightest by his off-handed remark.

“alright, then who’s with us?!” sugawara yelled to catch everyone’s attention (as if it wasn’t already directed at them).

once again, the place practically exploded in enthusiasm, alcoholic drinks spilling all over like makeshift fireworks (bless the poor owner’s heart).

“geez, i think i heard you guys a block away,” your sudden entrance caused many heads to jerk their heads so hard toward the source of your voice that you were honestly worried they got whiplash. eyes widening at the sudden attention you garnered and the quiet atmosphere that was definitely not there a few minutes earlier made you quirk an eyebrow in confusion. “did i miss something...?”

eyes (including yours, though mostly because everybody else’s was) moving towards daichi at once, and with a (not really) reassuring pat from sugawara.

reaching the limit of embarrassment (as if he hadn’t already) he could handle from his fellow customers, in a desperate attempt to escape the bar, he swiftly clasped his hand around yours, yanking you towards the direction where he was headed to lead you outside of the place, right outside the big window separated the cool, relaxed atmosphere of the establishment to the world outside filled with the orchestra of crickets at the distance and the humid, warm climate of a summer night of their hometown.

“someone’s in a hurry,” you joked at daichi’s actions, and instead of him flushing or wincing sheepishly, instead he let out a deep sigh scratching the back of his head.

“remind me to never walk into there ever again...” he complained, letting his neck arch forward and pinching the bridge of his nose after recalling everything that went down recently.

“they’re not that bad.”

“then you haven’t seen anything yet.”

you laughed jovially, making daichi’s expression soften at the sound. you always seemed to relax him no matter what.

however, it abruptly stopped the moment you spotted a sudden audience from the window from your peripheral vision, them staring at the two of you like owls. before you could even point at them and open your mouth to address the elephant in the room, the police officer cut you to the chase.

“you know how they are... if we go as much as the ends of the earth itself, they’d follow us just to see what we’re up to.”

“well, you’re right about that... but that wouldn’t be the case if something normal was going on...” you had an accusing tone laced in your voice, and daichi could’ve sworn that you put on some invisible detective hat on your head. “so... you’ve got anything to say?”

giving the crowd beside you two a side-long glance, his chocolates brown eyes slowly made their way towards yours, letting out a deep sigh. “guess like there’s no way around this...”

before you could react to display your perplexity, daichi coughed for a bit, signaling you to at least hear what he was about to say.

“y/n... we’ve been together for nine years,” he slowly started. “throughout that time, we were both busier than ever... but despite that, we still stuck with each other, and... well...”

daichi paused to laugh to himself mainly because he felt as though the mood was getting a little bit too tense and awkward than he originally perceived it to be. “i really, really am in love with you, and as cheesy as it sounds... i don’t think anything could top that.”

his knee finally made contact with the ground, he brought out the box from his pocket, presenting it to you.

“i can only ask... do you feel the same way?”

𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 宮治

onigiri miya was livelier than ever, to say the least.

the restaurant was practically packed to the point it might be nearing or already is as max capacity, and it didn’t help the fact that a famous setter was sitting in his quote-unquote “reserved” food booth, attracting the attention of many more customers than usual.

the stress was basically written on both you, osamu, and staff member’s foreheads with black sharpie—and it was more than justified. the line spilled in from the door outside, after all. one false misstep could cause the dissatisfaction of potential patrons, meaning bad reviews, and that it could only go further downhill after that.

regardless, this wasn’t the time to focus on the potential repercussions of what could happen if you messed up the tiniest details of an order; you really should be focusing on trying not to mess up so the the establishment won’t suffer said potential repercussions.

you were the first employee that was put under osamu’s payroll when he first opened onigiri miya. you knew him and his twin brother quite before it opened, and when you went into university looking for a part-time job, you took a job under your boyfriend. to simultaneously support him while also getting some money as well.

to see his restaurant being so successful was a truly wonderful sight to witness, especially since you there since the very beginning. even though your time to graduate university was nearing, you still planned to hold on to your job, maybe even get a posistion full-time.

for now, you’ve got to focus on trying to package the onigiri before sending it out to the customers outside of the kitchen.

meanwhile, osamu was starting to feel quite annoyed conversing with said customers.

“wait, aren’t you that setter on the national team??”

“ATSUMU MIYA?!”

“aren’t you supposed to have blond hair?”

“i’m pretty sure i’ve seen you on tv before...”

it was really nothing above a superficial level. really, he was used to it. they were twin brothers, after all. comparisons and mistakes were bound to happen.

however, that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a tick mark appearing on his forehead everytime this gets mentioned which tends to be rather well-hidden with the customer-friendly grin plastered on his face.

as a patron finished their conversation with osamu, he made his way towards the kitchen behind the counter, away from any clients. then, he let out a heavy sigh, blowing on his cap2.

“long morning?” you jokingly asked, looking up from your work as your partner gives you a playful side-eye.

“don’t get me started,” he replied, osamu’s grey eyes staring down his apron as you laughed.

“well then, keep your head up, miya osamu,” you practically commanded, forcefully grabbing his head and staring into his grey eyes as they reflected the top half of your face. “the rush is gonna be over before you know it! next thing you know, you’re gonna be complaining about the lack of business again like you usually do.”

the owner of the shop cracked a smile at your encouragement, sharing a small, quiet ‘moment’ before being interrupted by one of your co-workers.

“miya-san? table seven needs a server.”

the man let out yet another heavy sigh. table seven was the booth that atsumu tended to frequent the most. as much as he loves his brother, under the his current workload, he was definitely not in the mood to whatever antics the setter was up to at the moment.

“y/n?” osamu immediately looked towards you, something you might as well be used to by the amount of times he relied on you to talk to his twin, whether it was to serve their little “messenger” when they weren’t on the best of terms or to deliver some sort of prank, the practice made you make their phones inferior in comparison. nevertheless, osamu was technically your boss after all, so who were you to disagree and say no?

(well, honestly, if you did say no, osamu was whipped enough to begrudgingly go and serve atsumu’s table anyways, but i digress.)

“...fine,” you answered, deeply sighing to mock your boyfriend (much to his dismay). your co-worker tossed you up a white paper bag packed to the brim with onigiri as caught it with your hands.

you walked away from the two to “enter” the restaurant. retying your apron around your waist with the paper bag still in hand, you did a short survey of the establishment. it didn’t really take very long; it wasn’t hard to trace the directions of numerous of people’s eyes to find atsumu.

strolling towards him, the man’s brown eyes appeared to be glued to his phone below him, though he somehow noticed your shadow growing closer to his general area from the floor.

“finally... what took 'ya so long?” atsumu grumbled, still scrolling through his device. “i swear i gotta do everythin’ ‘round here...”

your smile spread across your face for all the wrong reasons. if it wasn’t for the fact he was osamu’s brother, you would’ve bit back your less than tasteful insults. yet, before you could open your mouth, the setter cut you to the chase.

“thank me later, ‘kay? now, gimme the onigiri,” atsumu reached out his arm with lightning speed quickly snatched the bag with his meal while just as swiftly chucking at you with a small box just barely larger than some of the said onigiri he just robbed from you.

of course, since you just stood there in pure shock for a good few seconds at the sheer audacity of him, you ended up playing a game of hacky sack by yourself with the box before finally palming it with both of your hands.

casting your gaze upon it, you noticed it had an oddly soft texture against your hands. it pretty clear that atsumu had absolutely no clue that you were there instead of who he thought was going to be waiting his food booth, but you couldn’t help but grew curious over the contents of the box.

taking a brief glimpse of his current position only to find he was chomping down on the still steaming hot onigiri, you decided that it couldn’t hurt to take a peek at what’s inside. perhaps it his weird idea of saying “thank you,” for whoever he believed was attending the table.

squinting your eyes to get a better look, you cracked open the box as something shiny shone through. refusing to get affected by the seemingly blinding light, you further continued your investigation, and with the minimum required attention to detail, you were able to instantly deduce what was inside.

“um... atsumu? i’m flattered...?” you weren’t sure what was the correct nomenclature for such a bizarre scenario such as this one. “but you do know i’m dating your brother, right...?”

“huh? of course i know that-” atsumu halted in his tracks as he tore his eyes away from what he was previously doing, jaw dropping and mouth agape when his eyes finally registered that you were there. though previously aghast that you would accuse him of making a possibly life-changing romantic move on someone who was already taken, much so by osamu, his voice was quick to falter that he was the wrong person who gave you the box. “i- uh...”

“hey! sorry for botherin’ whatever ‘ya and ‘tsumu were doin’ but i need some...” osamu trailed off once he clocked what was going on. “...help.”

though the more customers more farther away from you three’s general area continued eating and chattering amongst themselves like usual, you guys seemed to create a scene, ending up being the cynosure of many of the patrons.

osamu liked to think that he was somewhat reasonable, at least more so than his brother, but though their differences can easily be found out, both with first expressions and getting to know them better, they were still rather similar to each other at the end of the day as a product of how they grew up.

so, without thinking about the possible repercussions this could cause to his relationship, he grabbed the velvet box from atsumu’s hand, and started walking towards you.

“y/n... if i’m gonna be honest, yer one of the best things that ever happened to me in my life,” osamu smiled, the words falling out of his mouth naturally as he knelt down on one of his knees, his ‘onigiri miya’ cap casting a shadow over his eyes as he secretly hoped it masked the many emotions trying to process through his brain at the same time.

the restaurant around the both of you fell suddenly deathly silent, the only sound other than the distant cars honking and driving past the place outside was a small gasp escaping from your mouth.

“...an’ i wanna keep that in my life... forever,” osamu then presented the unboxed ring to you, his hat no longer concealing his silver eyes, which was now swimming with nothing but love and admiration.

“l/n y/n, may ‘ya do me the honor of bein’ my ‘forever’?”

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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