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Better yet, let me kiss their forehead because taking care of people is my love language 😌

Simping over fictional characters is not enough. They need to come to life and kiss my forehead when I'm feeling sad.

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Look at these idiots I love them so much 🤌🏻✨

Iwaizumi is a patient man. He’d have to be to put up with Oikawa Tooru for as long as they’ve been friends. He is patient and certainly not a jealous man, but if there’s one thing of Oikawa’s that Iwaizumi is jealous of, it would be the setter’s ability to wink.

Iwa’s tried. He’s watched Youtube tutorials and, when he was younger, he even used an eye patch to get used to the idea of seeing only with one eye. He thought the eye patch would help; it didn’t, but at least he got a cool nickname out of it (they called him the Dread Captain Iwa that summer, but that’s a story for another day). 

Despite all his efforts, he has come to the reluctant acceptance that winking just isn’t in his cards. He simply isn’t physically capable of winking. When he attempts to wink, it just looks like he’s slowly blinking. 

Oikawa, ever the observant bastard, has taunted Iwa with many sly winks over the years. There was even one time that the setter tried to teach his Iwa-chan how to wink. Needless to say, that it didn’t work out. 

But that’s okay with Iwa because now that they’re finally together, Tooru has taken to greeting the morning together by leaving featherlight kisses on the tops of his eyelids.

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Calm.

It's the way he feels in your hands, that large, built body hunched down, broad shoulders slowly losing the tension that keeps them rolled back. The years of rigorous training are palpable in calloused fingertips that rest against the back of your palm, keeping it close— And he leans into it, too, cheek resting into the comfort of your touch, the gentle caress of your thumb as it draws against his high cheekbones. Again. Slower.

It's your breath. Steady, paced, and in that warm exhale that mingles with his shaky huff he can feel the world easing it's weight off of him. One breath at a time. One heartbeat at a time. And the weight of your forehead where it rests against his own, in this small, private moment you'd cultivated... He feels calm.

Beneath your touch, with soothing whispers and careful fingertips, the endless cacophony of thoughts rushing through his skull and the demands the world has of him seem to still. Just for a while.

And when he turns to press his lips to the inside of your palm, eyes finally rising to meet your own where they'd reluctantly fluttered shut before, he knows there might not be words to express just how much he's needed this. Needed you.

Love. Dependence. Yearning. Gratitude. Admiration... No. The way his eyes meet yours says so much more than all those, the warmth in their gaze and the promise they hold so much more than words can ever carry.

But he could try, right? Whispering them slowly into the diminishing distance between your mouths as he tilts his head, as if the world no longer felt too small. Repeating them, quietly, against your lips, as if he'd wished to imprint them into your flesh, one at a time. Draw them into every curve and plane of your body with wandering fingertips when his strong arms enveloped you, too, the gentle comfort you offered always just the thing he'd needed... And yet, he could never have enough of you.

Slow. Patient. Just how you were with him.

And, god, he loved you so much.

Three am pre sleep nonsense written with Oikawa in mind, because I always feel like this man gets caught up in his head too much and just needs someone to hold him. In retrospect, this fits quite a lot of those nerds, though...

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𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞

⌠Writer's Challenge Prompt!⌡ Tsukishima Kei x Reader. AKA an autumn based challenge that struck my fancy.

Content Warning: 3rd person POV reader. Slow-ish burn, Tsukishima being himself. I take zero criticism over being a sap.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 [𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐] — 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞

There were many things which he'd started to notice about her, since that first day she'd walked into his life. Strange things, really— Little quirks which he'd never admit to paying mind to if asked. Things that would be silly to bring to light and, honestly, things he'd sooner rather announce his brother as the head of his personal cheer squad than open himself up to be teased over noticing.

He'd easier welcome Akiteru's over-the-top optimistic encouragement than admit he'd seen some of them since before he'd even learned her name. That would just be embarrassing.

And yet…

The way she took him in that first time, startled, wide eyes searching for the thing she’d bumped into backing up to have the entire view of the park's trail in the camera's sights— The foliage was already transitioning well into the rich ambers of autumn, the days growing colder. It didn’t take a genius to see she'd wanted to capture it. A stupid urge to follow, leaving people standing around with phones raised to gawk at something as mundane as the scenery, blocking the way for others just trying to get to class on time. For social media? For the memory? He couldn't know, pale brows furrowing behind the dark rim of his glasses as they both backed up from the collision. He couldn't know, having never asked, never even answering her stammered apologies. The annoyance of being inconvenienced was buzzing through his body, running his mouth practically on instinct to follow the knowledge he should keep going. Being late because some random girl was tripping over people in the street (as hilarious as that sounded) probably wouldn’t fly with his professor.

“Oh, is walking and watching where you’re going such a struggle? Multitasking isn’t your strong suit, is it?”

There it was. The too-sweet voice carrying vague taunting in its undertone was too natural, a smart remark whose appearance would be predicted by anyone who knew him. Kei would’ve thought that the reaction would be as easy to predict, too— Having seen it a million times over by now. Surprise, confusion, annoyed compliance or just plain annoyance, he caught only the first in a slight rise of her brow before the others fell away when the corners of her lips followed, curling up to let laughter out into the chilly, early-morning autumn air. Cutting through the icy atmosphere like the golden leaves taking flight upon it around them, their short journey to the ground painted warmer in how they danced in the breeze.

“Sorry, the view is just really distracting! It’d be a shame to miss it.” The blonde felt his expression sour, brows furrowing over the thin rim of his glasses.

Would it?

Hazel challenging burning amber, Tsukishima’s scrutinizing gaze took to his destination again, the route to it. The walk he’d made so many times over already, in the deep greens of summer, the bare, icy winter of the year before. Spring, when the flurry of white warmed to lively pink hues, and the world began anew. Was it really so different now to any other morning? It was just normal, nothing special. Another morning. Another shift of seasons. Another color to be squashed underfoot as people made it about their lives.

Although, Kei didn’t think he’d ever necessarily put any mind to this mundane ‘journey’ of his before. Or this much time to the people on it.

He also noticed how her eyes took a moment to reach his full height after, the small squint of joy lingering behind. Expectant— She was waiting for him to agree, but the blonde merely shrugged, a non-committal hum quelled behind a dull expression while their attention lingered on the foliage shed in a whirl of reds and yellows. She seemed embarrassed, only somewhat now, uncertain. From the corner of his eye he’d seen how hers shifted, after, back to her phone, toward the path up ahead in another glance— The one Tsukishima was planning to head down, resuming the walk to his morning classes. He noticed how she lingered after another flit of attentive eyes, watching him again. Subtly taking in the details, almost like he was.

He should have gone, then, taking the silence as an end to their conversation. Should’ve carried on on his way. He almost had, if not for her voice disrupting the peace another time, overtaking the quiet whisper of leaves falling to caress the earth. "I think nature’s outdone itself this year. It’s pretty— I’ll only be a moment." Whether the smile lifting her features then was soft in apology or request, that one he couldn’t quite say. But Tsukishima relented, an impatient breath released through the nose being his only objection this time as his long body stilled, and she raised the camera again.

... He wouldn't have thought twice about all this if it weren't for her. It would have just been there, the background to his daily commute— And so would she have, if she hadn’t paused to raise her phone the first time. And any other day he would most likely have carried on anyway, disregarding a stranger’s request to wait until their ridiculous photo session was done and not even bothering to hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth if they complained about his rude behavior.

But Kei found himself waiting instead, long, slender palms calloused well through equally long practice burying deep into the pockets of his thick coat, and in spite of one more frustrated, impatient huff, the annoyance weighing on his features, the blonde watched her satisfy this silly urge. Hands raised, body stilling, eyes bright when she waited for the phone’s lens to focus. Looking almost stupidly amazed at the fact she was even here to witness it at all— Was it really anything that special?

Ridiculous.

There were other moments, too. Strange little things that seemed to break through the mundane routine he’d built, catching his attention like the cascade of gold, red and amber that disrupted his peace that first time. Their second meeting at the cafe he’d fallen into the habit to frequent after classes while heading to the campus’ library (Where her greeting of “Oh, hey, you’re the guy who doesn’t like trees!” Was countered with a dry, “You’re the girl who likes trees too much.”) had morphed into walking in the same direction until parting ways as she continued to her evening classes. And, somehow, whether it was his taunts she’d laugh off or turn back on him, or a dull, dry response she would twist and turn into another topic, the company of her unending questions, stories, and oddly fleeting grasp of a singular subject had begun to grow into a habit, too. She was incomprehensible sometimes, utterly ridiculous— But Tsukishima had caught himself thinking that making his way to this near-daily study sessions hadn’t been as mundane lately.

The autumn leaves were shed, bit by bit, the branches which created a colorful, blazing canopy overhead growing barer while he’d made his way down that same pathway each day from then on. Winter crept in to whisper through the bony appendages soon, too, bringing icier weather with it and leaving the days shorter. The season shifted and with it, so did the little habits they’d developed between them— The unhurried walk they’d share with a pair of to-go coffees warming cold hands had turned into a booth they’d take up together, her teasing of how easily he relented on the idea of going back out there (“Afraid of a little bit of cold weather?”) countered with a sharp, equally toying one of his where Kei brought attention to how quickly she was the one to offer they sit inside today, instead (“Are you projecting? Or did those two inches of snow scare you off from making it to class?”). She’d returned a smile to him then, a little embarrassed, lips pouted just slightly where she’d tried to hide it behind her lidded paper cup. “I can make it just fine if I hurry, Tsukishima. It’s fine… I like the company here more than the snowfall, anyway.” And even if her answer had him snort out a humorless, disbelieving half-laugh, Kei could feel his stomach twist up in a warm flutter.

“Right.”

Somewhere in the coming weeks, when he’d divulged his long-standing interest in volleyball, she’d insisted to come and watch one of their practice matches sometime, promising to cheer for him— If he was any good at it, of course. And maybe it was a byproduct of the burn of challenged pride igniting in his chest or the determination to wipe the playful little smile she carried when saying that, but the timid, squirming warmth that he’d felt seeing her climbing up to the stands overlooking the court as they were about to start the first set was there again. Familiar now.

Her awed recollection of his plays and the various questions which followed as Tsukishima walked her back to her dorms that evening once the game had wrapped up, with a few victorious sets under his belt (and in spite of a couple ones lost, too, which they didn’t linger too long on), had both proven his point and brought new confidence to the smirk curving his lips, even if he dismissed a great part of the barrage of questions by stating she should read up on the rules herself if she were so curious.

Or, if she was ever so observant— Maybe she’ll figure it out on her own, if she wanted to watch them again.

December’s calendar counted up its days soon enough, each new page turned over growing closer to their winter break, another white sheet to pile atop others like the snow that came and went, mounds of glittering, microscopic crystals decorating the sides of walkways and weighing down empty branches much like Christmas lights were beginning to shine in some storefronts and decorations strung up by businesses. Somewhere, between comfortable moments of hiding away from the cold weather in the cafe booth that had all but become their usual, and the one time he reluctantly agreed to go window shopping with her (Although he hadn’t any particular plans or intention to bring his family Christmas gifts when he visited before she brought it up)— Tsukishima found himself returning her question of, “Are you planning to spend Christmas eve with anyone special?” with a mirroring of his own, once the judgemental glance he’d cast her for the raised topic had time to sink in, quirked eyebrow, smirk and all. “Are you?”

She didn’t, surprisingly. And surprisingly, Tsukishima found himself slightly relieved, hearing that. The rest of their afternoon was spent judging Christmas displays, an occasional tease exchanged between witty comparisons or gift ideas, deflections and reluctant recollections of previous years’ unsuccessfully chosen gifts.

Between papers, exams, and packing a few things away to bring with him when he’d go to visit his family over the holidays, by the time he tugged the heavy backpack up over a slim but sturdy shoulder, stepping away from the nippy winter air and into the heated interior of the bus, Kei hadn’t truly put thought to the idea of how strange it would be to interrupt another routine he’d developed until classes began anew. Really, he had no doubt that for the ten days which he’d spend away from campus, from the droll of his professors, the long hours sat perching atop the uncomfortable library chairs and equally long team practices, he’d be too occupied with the familiarity of family and the home life he’d been away from for some months now to really miss this new routine of his.

Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Mostly. Though Tsukishima had found his eyes drifting to the direction of his phone a few times over that break, on quiet evenings once dinner had been had and he retired to his room, headphones set snugly over his ears with the expectation to relax carrying over into an unexpected, pesky thought which lingered in the back of his mind. An unpleasant stir in his stomach of ‘why shouldn’t he?’ and the weight of late-evening silence strangely unpleasant on his eardrums.

“Happy holidays!”

The ping of a single message lighting up the screen had drawn the blonde’s attention from the book he’d been focused on, golden eyes scanning both short, simple words for the brief moment his phone kept alight before the untouched device went idle again. Two short, simple words, a common wish for the time of year— But the name that text had been crowned by had long fingers separating from dry paper to reach for his phone, unlocking it with a few taps to answer.

“Couldn’t make it ten days without bugging me?” No, he wouldn’t admit the sneaky little smile that was beginning to dip into one corner of his mouth as the blonde pushed the bridge of his glasses higher up, sharp amber gaze lingering on the three little dots that appeared at the bottom of the chat before they were replaced with another message.

“Maybe I want to make sure you don’t sulk through your entire break? It could be my one good deed to start the year with!” His brows quirked a bit higher with that too, that same judgemental stare directed at the device in his hand for a moment longer even as his thumb shifted to tap across its virtual keyboard again.

“Right.” He could all but hear the gentle lilt of her laugh at his dry answer. Ridiculous. She really was— But, maybe he didn’t mind that too much. It didn’t feel as silent around him now, at least. He couldn’t deny the smile still lingering on his lips, either. So, with a moment’s pause, Tsukishima added on two little words of his own.

“Happy holidays.”

There were many things which he'd started to notice about her, since that first day she'd walked into his life. She often paused, taking a moment to watch seemingly unimportant pieces of the world surrounding them. Bringing them up in conversation, or veering entirely off topic when her mind made connections where none seemed to be. She liked her coffee heavy on the milk, with her nose scrunching up a little over the bitter taste if they skimped out on it. She listened, watched, taking the world in when others might pass it by, insisting on lingering just a bit more to make sure she didn’t miss it. She liked her music loud, and her evenings quiet. And she claimed to like his humor— Insisting that it was fun, and mostly with good intention. That she liked teasing him back just as much.

He realized he loved her, when her fingers caught his sleeve one day once the ice of winter had melted away, urging him to look how the cherry blossoms fluttered in a fresh breeze of spring, the canopy of young, bright green leaves and shades of wishful white and pink framed the path ahead in arches beckoning another year. Instead, Tsukishima found his gaze drawn to her, the awe painted clearly in her eyes, soft, pink lips parted yet still managed to keep that little curve at the corners. How her palm felt heavy on his wrist, where she insisted to keep him still, soft skin warm against his own. How his heated to match it, the flush creeping across his own pale cheeks and the bridge of his nose settling deep in his chest, too, where it left his heart beating just a smidge quicker.

Ridiculous. Is that really what it was? Well, maybe… Not quite yet.

But maybe, when the heat of summer burned brighter and painted the background of his world in a rain of fluttering red and gold foliage again— Perhaps by then, the answer to that question would be yes. And maybe, if the twitch of his long fingers grew bolder by then, and he could match the weight of her palm by taking it in his own, if the question lingering in the back of his mind finally found its way past the barrier of his teeth as they bit into the inner side of his cheek, nervous... Maybe then, her answer would be a yes, too.

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Coming Home

⌠Pirate AU!⌡ Naval Officer! Tooru Oikawa (SFW) AKA an RP tryout of mine for this gorgeous, smug little jerk that I wanted to share ♥

Content Warning: None.

“Oh, look, look, there he is!”

”My word is he handsome—”

”— And an officer! Whoever snags him up will be set for life…”

”Well! Too bad you wouldn’t have a chance, Mrs. Takahashi!”

The indignant sputter and laughter that followed the women’s ‘discreet’ gossiping had gained more than the attention of the one who’d been the topic of conversation to begin with. It wasn’t unusual for the chatter of women to earn him dirty looks, envy or irritation from fellow men who might’ve thought to vie for their attention or even simply for the fact that he had been spoken of while they were overlooked.

He didn’t mind. Rather, with a charming smile on his lips, Tooru paused on his path through the pier, dark caramel eyes taking a moment to notice the girls, appreciating their lovely dresses and cheeks flushed in the embarrassment of being caught. He’d brought up a hand where a white glove hugged deceptively slender fingers, the skin beneath calloused in the work of a sailor, even that of high ranking— And tipped his hat, a quick, playful wink sending the ladies swooning in a few more hurried, shaken arguments.

By that point, though, the brunette’s attention had shifted, moving on to more important things. His heavy boots, polished and proper same as the rest of his clothing, counted the planks ahead as he’d gone down the docks’ length, one ship after the other keeping him company at his side until he’d moved to the next. From small rowboats and fishing vessels to grander ones, the size grew as did the number of masts and still, Oikawa kept ahead.

He was looking for a specific one, after all. A vessel he’d called home, even if this would be his first time atop it in months.

With hands clasped behind his back and shoulders broad and proud, the captain halted his pace as he looked ahead, the grand vessel mooring at the very end of the pier greeting him in her makings of polished dark wood almost red in the sunlight, the pristine sails folded well above her masts, and a familiar aquamarine flag swaying gently at its points as a soft breeze played through the bay’s calm waters. He wouldn’t board yet— Not quite yet— Rather, taking a moment to appreciate her grandeur, welcoming her home after she’d sailed without him this time.

He understood why, of course… Being injured in an altercation with a few rather unpleasant tradesmen whom they’d been successful in convincing not to raid a merchant boat they’d happened to come upon had been, largely, his fault. His Lieutenant was quick and harsh in pointing it out as their doctor was hurrying to fish the bullet out of his side, stop the bleeding before Tooru joined the pirates meant to hang in their journey to the afterlife. ‘Idiot! We had them! There was no damn need to stick your neck out like that!’ Iwaizumi glowered and the captain could only laugh, the bloodloss leaving him lightheaded and the rush of a good fight keeping him too happy to even consider the pain of each breath.

Yeah, maybe he was a tad reckless.

'But we won, didn’t we?'

He was likely lucky he’d been too injured to be whacked, that time.

After that, with the merchants thanking them for the navy’s interference in saving their wares, they headed to port, where Oikawa was forbidden from stepping foot on board until he was able to stand unassisted. His crew sailed without him— In the good hands of his oldest, most loyal friend. Iwa would manage. He always guided them well, his authority, wit and control of the situation matched only with his own.

It was still frustrating.

How many sleepless nights had Tooru spent turning on his bed, yearning for the sway of the ocean, for the sound of waves tickling the hull to put him to sleep? How many walks had he taken through the pier, his chest tight and eyes to the horizon searching for her? How many times had he reopened his wound in his eagerness to return, trying to force a body to heal faster when only time could do so?

It was frustrating. Painful, in more than one way. Worst of all, it was empty, his very passion in life taken away to a voyage he could not join.

And now… It felt like home again. With a warmth, pride, excitement swelling in his chest and shoulders covered in a well-tailored captain’s coat brought back as he seemed to rise to his full height. A captain— Coming home. And with his return, another voyage, where they would see the world, chart places unknown, his men guided well to sail them smoothly through the most dangerous waters. At the mere thought of it, there sparked a light in warm hickory eyes, life that shone so much duller these last few months.

This was what he truly yearned for.

“Oh, captain’s come back.” A comment made dully by a petty officer busy tending the deck had several of his crew peering over the railing, some with greetings, some with simple nods of acknowledgement. Some with questions— Was he sure he was ready to return?

Just try to stop him.

It wasn’t until a particular face appeared over the smooth, polished railing that Tooru’s smile truly brightened, the corners of his lips drawn broader until his pleasant, charming smile had become a grin blinding in its joy. Even if his best friend, the same scruffy brat he’d dragged on their ‘adventures’ since the moment they could both walk (who was tasked to supervise him since even that time, most likely), returned it with a scoff and a deep, irritated demand, the captain couldn’t help himself. A hand raised again, this time, with pointer finger and thumb coming together in a reassuring gesture as he faced his ship, his crew, and his Lieutenant.

“So, you all healed up yet, you bastard?” How crude, Iwa.

“Of course! Healthy as a horse, a perfectly clear, clean bill of health,” Oikawa reassured, joy lilting his tone in the same manner a bird yearned to fly as sunlight peered onto the land again.

And he did. He wanted to fly. And he couldn’t wait to do it, those polished boots finally stepping onto the brow as he left dry land and its frustrating stability, greeting his crew eye-to-eye once more since a few good months. There were a couple of welcoming pats to his back, smiles, teasing exchanges— But they all shared in the same eager, determined look as Tooru took to the helm, a passion burning bright in eyes of dark honey as he faced his men.

“Let’s take her to sea, boys. I trust we’ll make this another grand voyage.”

AN: God, I just love this bugger. Any kind of illegally pretty setter boy gives me joy but the pirate AUs and demon AUs (coming soon) are especially delicious.

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Just for myself to remember for later and because we always need more of them sweet, sweet ships

HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

i will also make one of these for mha

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn’t mean anything–probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio’s part. He’d planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who’s this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It’s the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou’s boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

“But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He’s practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn’t actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You’re in love with him.”

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him’s pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

“Yeah,” he says instead.

He’s never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa’s university volleyball team knows he’s in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he’s constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn’t notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo’s strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. “Well, if it’s so unbelievable, why don’t we give it a try?”

Kenma glances up at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s do the 36 questions to fall in love,” Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. “If we don’t fall in love, then you’re right, it’s bullshit. But if we do somehow…” Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. “Then I win.” / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they’re sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he’s living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he’d watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi’s livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate’s chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she’d acknowledged that Valentine’s Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn’t come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.