#i made this FREAK (affectionate) out of clay for a school project

[whumpy-wyrms]

i kidnapped him

[90stimkon]

perfect spaces

Rating: Teen Length: 1,207 Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou (bokuroo / bokuro)

Summary: Kuroo doesn’t want to kiss Bokuto anywhere less special than Bokuto himself.

Notes: inktober collab, day 29. art school au! unbetaed drabble.

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Kuroo’s boyfriend is an interior design major, and so his dorm is.

So.

Freaking.

Nice.

Dorms aren’t supposed to be like this. They’re supposed to be insufferably small spaces that remind you how miserable and trapped you are for the next four years of your life. They’re supposed to be agonizing and frustrating, deprived of the amenities that make getting through four years of exam hell all the worse. They’re not supposed to have curtains that perfectly filter the morning light or peelable paper that makes the walls look a warm, sandy shade instead of the bare concrete — or, if you’re lucky, the off-white puke color. Bokuto’s even cracked the code to the blistering freezing or suffocating heat of the dorms and has a perfectly climate-controlled room that Kuroo would honestly sell his soul to know Bokuto’s secret.

But Bokuto’s dorm is immaculate. It’s a bit messy from signs of living in it — little piles of dirty laundry artfully draped over a thrifted chair when it doesn’t fit in the bin, small clusters of watercolor interior designs for future projects displayed on this desk, a tastefully positioned photo or reminder of their two-year relationship hung on the wall or propped on the nightstand he squeezed in — but that makes the room look even more beautiful, somehow. Kuroo would hate Bokuto for it, but he loves every every inch of Bokuto’s dorm too much to care.

Kuroo likes a lot of things about Bokuto’s room. He likes how Bokuto keeps assignments from past classes, like the side-by-side sketched portraits of each other from the intro to portraiture class they took together. He likes how Bokuto clings to his failures as reminders of improvement, like the little clay pot that made him realize that ceramics wasn’t the right course for him. Bokuto has a heart collage of ticket stubs from movies they’ve seen together over his bed, and every item in his space fits the white, black, and gold color swatch he loves so much.

But his favorite thing about Bokuto’s room, for sure, are the fairy lights. On the first week anniversary of their getting together, Bokuto mounted them onto the wall with clear clips, but ehe also mounted clips on the ceiling so that with a few extra minute, they can rearrange the lights into a cascading curtain around the bed. It’s intimate and beautiful and hands down Kuroo’s favorite place to kiss. Nothing from a movie could be as romantic as when they kiss or make love beneath that blanket of light.

Which is why Kuroo can’t quite understand Bokuto’s hesitation when he cups his cheek and flutters his eyelashes against Bokuto’s, their knees gently pressing into Bokuto’s plushy, woolen quilt. “Not feeling it?”

Bokuto leans into him and bumps his nose against Kuroo’s affectionately. “Nah, I was just thinkin’.”

“Thinking what?” Kuroo asks, bumping his nose back. Bokuto smiles, and that makes Kuroo smile in turn.

Bokuto’s never been shy, and not even these kisses are tentative or coy. They’re flirty, for sure, like they’re rivals on opposite teams and Bokuto plans to win. “We never do this in your room.”

“My room’s a mess,” Kuroo reminds between kisses. Bokuto hums into his lips.

“Yeah, but might be nice.”

“Maybe next time,” Kuroo mumbles, too interested in that kiwi-mint taste of Bokuto’s lip balm to realize what he’s agreed to.

-

“Nuh uh,” Bokuto tuts smugly. Kuroo’s crawling up Bokuto’s bed and about to slot his mouth over Bokuto’s lips when Bokuto presses his palm flatly against Kuroo’s entire face. “You said next time we’d do it in your room.”

Kuroo has to stare, stare, for a good two seconds, because they had a lovely date and Bokuto would deprive him of Good Date Sex all because of something stupid he said before they made out last time. “Are you serious?”

“I wanna do it in your room!” Bokuto insists, nearly pouting like a child. “You said we would.”

It takes everything in Kuroo not to sigh angrily right in his boyfriend’s face. “Okay, but we’re here now.”

“You said.” Bokuto crosses his arms, and that’s how Kuroo knows it’s the end of this conversation. Either they walk all the way to Kuroo’s room right now, or there’s no hanky panky in Kuroo’s future.

-

So obviously Kuroo tugs Bokuto by the hand and they breathlessly run across campus half-hard and aching for each other. The playful grin on Bokuto’s face is filled with promise and desire, so Kuroo knows they’re going to be okay.

-

“So here it is,” Kuroo says a bit stiffly when Bokuto steps into his room. They’ve dated for over two years, but it occurs to him just now that this is the first time Bokuto’s been in his room. He’d been ashamed, in a sense, after seeing how perfect Bokuto’s dorm is, and it was just easier to keep kissing and touching and loving in Bokuto’s room.

He watches Bokuto look around and feels his heart plummet. There’s paint caked to Kuroo’s sheets that he’s pretty sure have seeped into the mattress. Everything in the room is mass-produced and a tacky, bright color. The pieces only have individuality in how they’re stained and out together, clumped like an even bigger stain. There’s a frame of him and Bokuto mounted on the mini fridge he and his roommate split, but there’s an obvious split down the middle of the room, where Kuroo’s neat but stained room meets Kenma’s messy but clean aesthetic. He wasn’t as fortunate to have a roommate like Akaashi, a quiet photography student that was neat enough not to intrude on Bokuto’s aesthetic and who trusted him to make the room look whole and complete. That’s why Bokuto’s dorm looked like something out of a home decor magazine and not so obviously a dorm like Kuroo’s.

Kuroo gingerly takes a seat beside Bokuto when Bokuto gestures to Kuroo to join him, but his nerves are on edge. He knows his room isn’t nearly as pretty or ambient as Bokuto’s, and he waits for Bokuto’s cocky bragging.

But all Bokuto does is cup Kuroo’s cheek and tilt it toward him. He nuzzles against the side of Kuroo’s face before kissing his cheek, too chaste and too delicate to be gloating. “Your room is nice. It looks like you.”

“It’s nothing special,” Kuroo mumbles. When he met Bokuto, he thought the idea of interior design was ridiculous, but now he knows just how important the design of a space is, how it can change the mind or reflect the people that occupy it. And given how much that he loves Bokuto’s room, he feels self-conscious about his own.

“We can make it special. I can help you,” Bokuto whispers lowly. He bites at Kuroo’s bottom lip when he kisses him this time, and Kuroo feels a shiver run up his spine.

Kuroo, for one, is so glad he put a sock on his doorknob as soon as they entered. Unlike Bokuto, he didn’t have a fancy Do Not Disturb sign. And even though he stutters out an, “okay,” that’s lost between their lips, he knows that just having Bokuto in his room like this makes his room special enough.

[whumpy-wyrms]

Anton has become Real‼️‼️

i made this guy out of CLAY because he’s my little brain blorbo and hasn’t left my thoughts for over six months straight. now he exists and is haunting me but that’s okay!!! i want him to.

here’s a bunch of pictures of him i took Just Now, featuring Louie’s green grass rug (canon to tllr btw), a mouse, a goose, the freak Spamton G. Spamton himself, and more green cuz that’s our favorite color! have fun and beware :)

RAT!!!!!! 🐀🐀🐭🐭🐭🐀🐀🐁🐁🐀🐭🐭🐭🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐀🐭🐭🐁🐭🐀🐀🐀🐁🐁🐭🐭🐭🐀🐭🐭🐁🐭 and GOOSE!!!!! 🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿

why

here’s him next to Spamton for size reference

here’s this picture i took the night i brought him home… he lives there now. on the back of my giant goose in the grass. his natural habitat

here’s the creepy thing before it was fired in the kiln 💥💥💥💥. i risked my life taking these shitty photos so you better appreciate them /lh. (my school doesn’t allow phones but i bring mine to class anyway)

also! i’ll definitely post more pictures in the future because i think this is very cool and also very silly that he exists now in the physical plane. (if ur an artist, feel free to tell me how to make him look better because this was my first time making something like this out of clay and i just don’t like painting very much. if anyone has advice GIMME!!! also i tried making his glasses out of wire but it didn’t turn out well. oops)

anyway i hope you all like the FREAK!!!!!! (affectionate) this was very fun :) i might make borrower basil out of clay for our next free choice project too!! so excited about that!