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hhhmm…is that a bokuroo week 2019 I see in the very near future??

It is!! Thats right, bokuroo week is back and better than ever in the year 2019. The mod is keeping with last year’s tradition and letting you all, thats right, YOU, decide this year’s themes. Be on the lookout either tomorrow (Friday, Feb 22) or Saturday (Feb 23) for more information on bokuroo week and theme selection.  

So tell your friends! Get excited! Shout it from the rooftops because Bokuroo Week 2019 will be here before you know it! But if your head is already spinning and you absolutely can’t wait, why don’t you check out the blog and enjoy some of the juicy, lovely stuff from the previous years. I promise you, it never gets old!

And one more thing! If anybody out there would like to help create the banner/graphic for the event please send the mod a message either through the chat or through the ask feature! 

Have a good, safe weekend everybody and be sure to check back soon for further information, and as always please don’t hesitate to send the blog any questions, comments, or concerns!

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Hi all! It’s me again. Please click on the link. Any and all contributions are so greatly appreciated. Please reblog also!

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A Love Among the Stars

aRating: Teen

Tags: space opera, fluff, (attempt at) humor, just general good times

Ship: Bokuroo 

For @hqbb. Accompanying art by @0rchiddart

Art can be seen here

The end of the world is a lot less uneventful than what most have made it out to be. Yes, because what most have made out to be the end world consists of a burning hell, planet shattering earthquakes, and disastrous plumes of ash that block the sun out for weeks.

No, the end of the world is a lot less uneventful that what most have made it out to be. Instead it looks a lot more like, dead end jobs in sweltering heat that only moon Liana, which just has to occur in the back left corner of the Ambia system (which everyone knows is the shittiest corner) could produce.

Kuroo insists he got the wrong end of the deal.

Kuroo’s mom insists that he shuts up and fucking deal with it.

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henlo laddies

I have nothing to state other than to make you all aware that I am a participiant in hqbang and true to my brand it will be bokuroo. My posting date is tomorrow. 

I haven’t written in for fuckening foverer and don’t even feel too confident about this but I miss writing and honestly, bad or good, I’m glad I am able to produce content again. I hope you all enjoy it in some capacity. Thank you and uh.....

Yee 

Haw

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ur writing is so good i love all of ur bokuroo stuff :’)

and i.............................................love YOU!!!!

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here’s some words on what my brain processes and shit on the orange scene from Color Theory if anyone is interested in taking a look

gimme that DVD commentary bc Color Theory is still one of my fave things you’ve written

“You’re an orange kind of guy y’know?”

“Explain.”

“I mean, wait hold on a sec-” Kuroo presses the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he rummages through his bag, and looks out the window to see how late it’s gotten. Hues of pink and grey swirl in the clouds, boats of color in the vast disappearing blue - a vibrant red chasing it off from its place in the horizon, ready to bask in the attention of skywatchers before nightfall can come and steal its spotlight. Kuroo lazily wonders how would Bokuto describe it, how the pinks would reflect in his eyes as he talks about the greys, how he would look, stained in the rising red of the sky when he formulates what brush he would use or what shade of blue he would pick to paint the rich pools up above.

“What was I saying again?” Bokuto asks, returning to the phone.

“Orange,” he looks away from the windows, finally finding the snack in his bag, “you said I was, ‘an orange kind of guy.’”

“Oh yeah! You’re an orange but like… not all of you, just certain parts,” there’s a lag in his thoughts and Kuroo is patient for Bokuto to find the right words, “like your laugh! It’s very orange - light orange, its…its bright and lively; but also soothing and very homey. It’s like when you spend all day at the beach y’know? And you’re worn out from swimming and having fun all day, and then you finally get to sit down on the warm sand and close your eyes as the sun sets.”

“Your laugh, it’s just,” Bokuto says, his stream of consciousness steadily slowing and Kuroo hears him lets out an awkward little laugh. And it’s odd, but his chest is tight and constricted with effort of trying its best to keep his beating heart within. And It’s strange but Kuroo finds himself fighting down a face splitting grin and its blushing teammate. But most of all he finds bizarre, is that there is more comfort and contentedness found in Bokuto’s rough voice speaking through his phone, than a train, or sunset, or anything could offer. Kuroo wants to know more about this. Wants to learn and research this feeling, until he’s no longer able to separate himself from his findings, til it’s as much of him as he is of it.

Bokuto laugh filters through the receiver, breathy but rough, akin to something that Kuroo isn’t able to pinpoint just yet. “Your laugh is just really fucking nice.”

you sent this shit ages ago and i never responded because idk why honestly because i fucking thrive on the mere thought about talking about color theory but lets go do this shit finally!

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throwaway draft (bokuroo)

heyyo whatsup i haven’t written in forever and i’d really like to start again so i took a peep into my drafts folder and found this. its unfinished and has been for over a year and i highly doubt im gonna finish it now, so im just gonna post it, and hopefully inspiration will hit me hard again so that i can finally write something.

theres no title for this, but the doc is labeled “marriage shit”. anyway, here’s an unfinished thing. 

“I can’t believe this.”

Tar colored clouds roamed across the sky, noisy in their travels as lights flash in tune to its beat. The rain falls without kindness, unperturbed bullets that hiss under the car wheels and slide against glass windows. Bokuto watches the drops race each other until they melt into their own oblivion, hardened fingers tap in tandem with their song.

Kuroo grips the steering wheel tighter, the grumbling under his breath continues all the while.

“That bastard just up and goes get married!”

Bokuto smiles at that, loosening the bowtie around his collar. Funny how people never really change.

“Just waving that nice little ring around. Well good for him!” Bokuto smiles at that statement too, knowing there’s no malice in Kuroo’s words, nothing but a long running competition on his tongue.

Stagnation isn’t all bad. Especially if you have someone to share it with.

Kuroo looks his way, all half assed anger and old friendly rivalry. “But all before me!”

But change, change is good too.

“Eyes,” Bokuto says, grabbing Kuroo’s cheeks one handed and facing them back to the outstretched road. It's already raining out, they don’t need anymore dangers.

“Well I mean if you really want to beat Yaku-san, then why don’t we just get married?”

The rain pours. The radio plays. These are things that stay the same. But the car halts.

This is their change.

“Wait, are you serious?” Kuroo glances at him, eyes wide with shock, taking all of Bokuto in.

Bokuto wrings his hands together. The thought of marriage is definitely not an unwelcome thought, but he never thought they would be (almost) seriously doing this now. “Well, we’ve been dating for a couple of years, we’ve talked about marriage a few times, so why not y’know? There’s no one else I’d rather marry?”

Marriage wasn’t in their plans. But it was not not in their plans either. Both content with simply living day in and day out with the other. But if they were going to do this, and seriously do this, Bokuto wanted him to know that this was no joke, that there was nothing he’d rather do than marry this man.

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Summer Showers

its been raining here a lot lately. have some pointless fluff. 

AO3

“I told you it was going to rain today.”

Kuroo laughs lightly, chest rumbling against Bokuto’s spine as he spikes the ends of his already spiked hair. “I’m starting to think your hair can tell the weather.”

Clouds roll in, darkening the atmosphere outside their tiny home, loud but comforting in their arrival. Bokuto glances toward the open window, caged and content in the space between Kuroo’s legs, admiring the succulents he pushed out onto the window sill earlier as they await the rainfall that’s sure to come.

“Yeah? I’m like that one girl from Mean Girls-minus the boobs though.”

“Which one?”

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Bokuroo Week 2018 Day 1: I can (still) feel you

Its been a good heckin minute since I’ve written a damn thing let me tell you. I’m rusty as hell, im busy so I wrote this in a rush and no I didn’t edit, and I’m not even sure if any of this makes sense so go easy on ya girl please cause really and truly…..a bitch just loves her some bokuroo. 

Title: Neither

Rating: G

Bokuto believes they are certain things of destiny. Kuroo says everything is up to coincidence.

Bokuto says that they are times when the universe decides to pull on strings, organizes events, and sets the fate of others.

Kuroo believes that everyone is subject to the chaotic wiles of the cosmos and everyone should count themselves lucky.

Bokuto believes in fate. Kuroo lives by coincidence. The universe is controlled by neither.

Kuroo lives by coincidence; watches the pieces fall haphazardly into place and accepts each bullet that comes his way as nothing more than it is.

Bokuto believes in fate, lets the pieces fall, connects the dots, cherishes the sorrows and embraces each bullets that scars his chest as part of a grand cosmic scheme that can only lead to bigger and better things.

Kuroo lives by coincidence but it does not do well for his heart nor his brain to ignore what the sight of Bokuto’s golden eyes do the butterflies that lay latent in his stomach.

Bokuto believes in destiny but it is not wise to pretend that the smile on his face is for reasons other than the small print of ‘Kuroo’ that tends to pop up on his phone.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, lets the pieces fall in place whatever way they may choose and convinces himself that in the dark of night, under the sound of the pouring rain, he reaches out for Bokuto’s hand completely by choice, instead of the gratifying tug that pulled him to it.

Bokuto believes in destiny, connects the dots where he feels they belong and tells himself in the morning, in the light of day, with the sun shining warmer than ever, that it was of cosmic reasons he put his lips on Kuroo’s instead of those few fleeting moments of decision.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, takes the things that come in his life with a shrug, considers it nothing more or nothing less but he finds it, more and more diffucult to ignore the overall and general feeling how natural and right it is to lay in Bokuto’s arms.

Bokuto believes in destiny, knows that every event was planned and inevetiable, recognizes the grand meaning in every word, breath, and step but it does do well to ignore the wanderings of his thoughts when Kuroo  smiles at him, toothy and unabashed, on how there is no way he ended up this lucky.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, accepts the downs in his life just as easily as he accepts the good, but when it is early in the day and Bokuto tells him that he is going to take the job in Iwate he can not help but feel as if the universe is playing some cruel joke on him.

Bokuto believes in destiny, feels that his life has been laid out way before his actual existence came into being but when he is across the country, unpacking his boxes, his stomach churns with the thought that maybe the universe isn’t always right.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, knows that nothing is promised and that anything can happen at anytime it chooses but when it is in the middle of the day and the blinds are closed and he is alone he feels a tug on his heart like its been tied on a string with just the thought of Bokuto’s name.

Bokuto believes in destiny, trusts that everything occurs for a reason, that from the moment he opens his eyes to the second he closes them it is part of his cosmic fate; but he can not explain explain the way his chest aches with Kuroo, his presence, even when Bokuto is not there to actually feel it.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, feels as if everything is by chance but that does not explain away the plane ticket he buys and the pounding in his chest. It does not explain away how his feet seems to move on its own accord, moving so confidently to a door he’s never even been to.

Bokuto believes in destiny, lets the pieces fall one  by one and connects the dots but fate nor destiny dictated the knock on the door nor the way he opens it without even an ounce of hesitation but instead personal volition.

Kuroo lives by coincidence, lets the pieces fall haphazardly wherever they may please, but the feeling of Bokuto holding him is grand and cosmic.

Bokuto believes in destiny, lets the universe pull its strings where it sees fit and sets to organize all but he knows deep within that the feeling of Kuroo with him once more is of months and years of personal cultivation.

Kuroo lives by coincidence.

Bokuto believes in destiny.

The universe works by neither.

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thank you everyone once again!!!!!

Summer Showers and Seven Years have both reached 100 kudos!!! I’d just like to say thank you all once again for giving my writing a chance, your feedback really does make a difference. thank ya!!!

thank you!!!

It’s Not That Easy got its 100th kudo today on AO3! And I haven’t even realized it until now but CRUSH also has 100 kudos!

I’d just like to thank everyone for taking the time out for giving me and my writing a chance and supporting my work as a growing writer it really does mean the world to me. Again, thank you so much for all your support and I hope I can continue to create works that will, if nothing else, make you smile. 

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come down (bokuroo, explicit nsfw)

Wrote some soft bokuroo smut for a friend’s birthday.

Content Tags: pwp, porn with feelings (?), praise kink (I think?), blowjobs, sex, they’re in love basically 

"You talk too much."

"I'm sorry." He's not.

"I think I like it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.

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its the simple things

I’m not usually one for marriage/proposal fics and such but I was thinking about bokuroo earlier today and they always do manage to be the one thing I’m willing to make an exception for.

a small 600 word drabble.

Bokuto hears Kuroo laugh at something from inside the living room. 

He's probably watching something dumb. He watches a lot of dumb things. They both do. Bokuto just thinks that's the beauty in life.

Simple and dumb things. 

Bokuto hears the TV get louder from where he's sat in the office. It must be commercials. The TV always manages to get louder during commercials, an obvious ploy to ruin a perfectly good couch nap. 

He's not doing anything productive in the office. It's a lazy day, for the both of them. Bokuto scrolls the internet for interesting things. The latest volleyball news. For things to buy. For new volleyball equipment he'd like to buy the kids at the school, for clothes, for rings. It's a beautiful day. It's not hot or grossly humid like it has been for the past week. The air is perfectly warm, a cool constant breeze billowing the curtains from the open window. The TV is still absurdly loud. He can hear Kuroo laughing again. It truly is a beautiful day. Bokuto gets up and follows the noise, poking his head around the corner of the hallway. "Hey Tetsu, you busy?" He turns around, reminiscences of a laugh still on his face from the way he smiles softly. "No," the commercials flick off, going back to whatever dumb show Kuroo was watching with a lower volume, "...yes." Bokuto fixes him with a dead look. "No, nope I am not busy at all," he quickly fixes. "Whats up?" Kuroo looks kinda sheepish. Bokuto rolls his eyes and breathes out a laugh; Kuroo truly is a loser sometimes. "Nothing much, I was just wondering if you uuh," he looks at the ceiling, then at Kuroo. He's a loser. But a good one. "wanna marry me?" Bokuto shrugs his shoulder, awkwardly nonchalant. Kuroo laughs, just a little bit in disbelief. "You for real?" "Yeah, obviously."   "Yeah, obviously I do," Kuroo mocks him. He beams at him. Kuroo always had a nice smile. It's kinda contagious. Bokuto smiles too.

He kinda already knew the answer but it's nice hearing it out loud anyway.

“C’mere you,” Kuroo says,beckoning him with a finger. He looks at ease right there. Picture perfect with his arm slung over the back of the couch and that lazy grin on his face.

“What for?” Kuroo snorts but there's no malice. “What do you mean ‘what for?’ You just proposed to me what do you think what for?”

“Oh?” Bokuto shimmies out from behind the corner of the wall, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as he approaches him. Kuroo laughs at the action, stretching his arms out to embrace Bokuto over the back of the couch.

Bokuto bends down, feels Kuroo’s hands cup his cheek, resting their foreheads together.

“No rings?” Kuroo asks before pressing their lips together, capturing mostly his upper lip, working his way to right it with another firm press of his mouth.

Bokuto leans into him, body going forward with the intensity of the feeling. He feels Kuroo lick across the seam of his lips but he pulls away before he can actually react to it. “I ordered the rings online,” Bokuto says, he sees the way his grin is a little lopsided in the reflection of Kuroo’s chestnut warm eyes. He looks kinda dumb just sitting there and smiling but it's the simple things. “I think you’ll like them.”

“Really?”

Bokuto leans in, kissing him softly and slow. It's a little off center but  it's the simple things. He breathes out his nose, smiling into the kiss until Kuroo is smiling just as much too.

“Really, really.”

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Part Two of Color Theory is up!

Kuroo doesn’t know much about colors or their meanings or any of that artsy stuff. But he has Bokuto there to teach him.

(A story about Bokuto and Kuroo through the lens of seven different colors and what exactly it means to love.)

part 2: Healing isn’t easy. Nor is growth.

The second part is finally here! Thank you to everyone who reads! And please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think of it. Thanks!

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Ko-fi

I have recently made a ko-fi account. If you enjoy my writing and are able to, please consider buying me a coffee. Thank you everyone so much!

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Prototype

‘I love you’ confession fics haven’t been in style since I was in middle school but Prototype by Outkast is a real good song and damn do I love bokuroo.

Bokuto knows as much about love as any other 18 year old boy does. Which is to say that he doesn’t really know much.

He knows love for things. For volleyball and summer trips to the beach.

He knows love for family. For all three of his sisters and his loving supportive parents.

And he knows love for his friends. For the way Akaashi snorts when he laughs too hard and how Yukie detests being called short.

Sure, sure he knows love for these things, knows love in these forms. Adores them. Wouldn’t be able to live without them. But love?

L-O-V-E? Capital L and a trademark symbol hanging off the E love? Romantic love that screams at him off of billboard signs and TV commercials?

Oh no, Bokuto knows more about the inner workings of the Kingdom Hearts world than he could ever know about love.

Except, well, maybe….he knows he likes holding Kuroo’s hand when they wait in line together. He knows he thinks about Kuroo, feels about Kuroo, a lot. Has those butterfly like, million little men doing jumping jacks in his tummy feelings when Kuroo’s not even in the room. Knows that he often times feels like he can take over the world single handedly when Kuroo smiles at him, or kisses him, or laughs at one of his jokes, or cuddles with him, or….well….yeah. When he does anything really.

He knows that. And that’s gotta count for something. Thats gotta be something, doesn’t it?

Because they’ve been dating for a while now and Bokuto isn’t sure how these things usually go but he doesn’t just like Kuroo anymore. He likes him, of course, likes him a whole hell of a lot, but like is not enough to describe that blooming feeling he gets in his chest lately when he’s with Kuroo.

He feels like flowers are growing inside him, planting its roots in his heart. Taking its nourishments from there and sprouting - sprouting and growing and thriving til its everywhere. Til its all he feels.

Except this is not that and he feels fan-fucking-tastic. He is young Icarus flying too close to an unburning sun, he is King Midas with no consequences and way too many blessings to give, he is motherfucking Hermes with a new pair of nice flying kicks.

And he is all these things, all the time, all in relation to him, to the boy with the messed up hair and an unmatched love for coffee, to the boy who sleeps with his head shoved into pillows like an idiot cause his ears are too sensitive and he’s too much of a light sleeper. To the boy, that somehow, someway, entered his life and texted him ‘what are we?!!!!’ in all caps after their first and very accidental kiss. To that boy. To Kuroo Tetsurou.

So he thinks, that maybe, he knows much more about this love thing after all. Because the thought of loving Kuroo and being in love with Kuroo sits way too comfortable with him like a missed old friend he hasn’t seen in years. Because his older sister keeps giving him knowing looks and shakes her head every time he is brought up during dinner.

Because well, quite frankly - Kuroo is sitting across the room doing that scrunched up nose thing he does when he doesn’t understand the material in his textbook and all Bokuto can think is how in the hell did he get so lucky to date such a handsome guy.

So he thinks he should say something. It’s only fair, right? That’s what people do in relationships. They discuss their problems and what’s bothering them and all that shit, so really this whole thing isn’t that strange at all. Totally normal for him to feel like he’s walking on hot coals right now.

Completely okay.

But, but, but - Kuroo is studying and Bokuto really doesn’t want to bother him. It’s bad enough that their time together is often occupied with studying and while Bokuto’s on the far side of the room left to his own devices, they have the house to themselves and Bokuto wants to scream.

His leg is bouncing like 80 kilometers per second and this is such bad timing, but he feels like his chest is gonna burst open and all he needs is five minutes so he can do this.

He will do this.

All he has to do is open his mouth and speak and say those words and -

“Bokuto man, why do you look like you’re gonna throw up?”

“Nothing, nothing, nothing! I’m just - nothing!” Kuroo raises an eyebrow all too knowingly. Goddamn him. “Okay! Fine! Whatever, it’s just -”

So he looks like somewhat of an idiot standing there fumbling over his words, but he does kinda feel like he’s gonna throw up. Throw up three words to be exact.

Dammit.

“It’s just - y’know I just, we’ve been dating for a while now and I've known you for so long. Like junior high long and now we’re dating like boyfriends and shit for like months and that’s wild? Thats fucking crazy man so I’m just saying that I - uuuuuuhhh.”

Kuroo’s eyebrow goes up even higher if it was possible and Bokuto has his hands outstretched in a confused plea for help except Kuroo can’t help because he doesn’t know. And it really shouldn’t be this hard, it’s just words, just average, everyday words and yet Bokuto is sweating fucking bullets like he’s standing on the goddamn sun.

“Y’know I just wanted to say that, well…,” Bokuto takes a deep breath. He’s got this. No big deal Koutarou you can do this. “Do you remember that time we went to the movies at like 11 in the morning in the middle of the week because we were both broke but wanted to go see that new movie so we had to go to the matinee and I kept saying how weird that was?”

Okay. That’s not what he originally planned, but he’s going somewhere with this. He thinks.

“Yup, and we had the theater all to ourselves so you kept shouting whenever something cool happened just because you could.” Kuroo rests his chin in his open palm, the corner of his lips stretched into that lazy trademark grin and why is so cute? How is Bokuto possibly going to survive like this?

“And it was so much fun and I’ve never been to a matinee movie before. It just seems so weird to go so early in the day, but we went and I had fun and I just -” Bokuto throws his head back. This is how he probably dies. “I would go to a shit ton of matinees with you man. Like a lot, for as long as you’d want to because I - I love you. I’m in love with you and I know you say love is just a neurochemical con job, but, I think.” Bokuto’s heart is racing as fast as ever and it must be 10 million degrees outside cause he’s sweating like a madman, but the flowers in chest are in absolute frenzy and he feels so goddamn good so, “If love truly is a neurochemical con job then I guess I’m just another one of its victims.”

And when Bokuto finally looks at Kuroo his face is completely flushed with red and his teeth are worrying his lower lip but Bokuto sees it. That giant smile he’s trying so hard not let come through.

Kuroo looks like he’s been holding his breath for too long because he almost seems to burst at the seams when he (not so) casually says, “Cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yeah I mean, I uh -” He rolls his eyes, but that grin hasn’t faded a bit. “Did you wanna go see a movie?”

Bokuto’s eyebrows furrow. “Right now?”

“Yeah, of course.” Kuroo shuts his textbook close with a loud slam. The way Kuroo looks at Bokuto makes him looks excited. Exhilarated.

(He is.)

“But it’s not even,” Bokuto pulls out his phone, looks at the time. “Noon yet?”

Oh. A grin spreads up over Bokuto’s face. He’s okay with that. This. Everything. (Him.)

Kuroo laughs at him (thats a great sound) and says,

“Exactly.”