Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships:
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akaashi Keiji & Bokuto Koutarou Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji, Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: Found Family Feels, Volleyball Dorks & Nerds, Fluff and Humor, Remedial Lessons Shenanigans, Kuroo Tetsurou is a Good Friend, Physics, Pinhole Effect, The Perils of Inter-Team Friendships, Akaashi Keiji has one (1) regret Series: Part 9 of Soft Rally, Part 3 of Alternate Training Summary:
There's a good reason for his face, okay? (It's just that Keiji hadn't been aware of this either and that's a secret he can never let Koutarou know.)
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His phone vibrates off the ledge and drops on his nose with tear-jerking insistence.
Fucker.
Satori rolls over with the grace of a half-dead street rat before he sits up, feet touching the clean, cold concrete of his apartment. Tenderly he rubs at his face, fingers prodding as he inhales deeply through his sore nose.
Because I need the writing-juice in my rl rather than for fanfic rn but still want to stick with the story I'm working on I thought: let's make a moodboard (or sixty)
but then i tried to look up city rivers and just
...what is it with all your aesthetic pretty blue rivers making happy little bends around the city?!
Where is my murky, wouldn't jump into it, green, icky city river?!
you used to have to keep fires going alllllll the time and i bet thats why theres always some dude at the bonfire who really fucks with keeping the fire going. instincts deep within their minds of a purpose long since lost
Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth
“Alright, Princess,” he mutters, when he finally feels the first tendrils of The Hive reaching for him and his eyes alight on the red-yellow sign of one of their street-level eateries.
He shifts her so she can burrow deeper into his hold. “If you ever had any fleas, the river drowned them good and I don’t have to be disappointed that a life on the street made it hard for you to uphold your royal standards.”
A wet, cold, nose presses against his collarbone in response and Satori feels it when she tucks herself carefully into the space he gives her. A warm, gentle weight pressing right against the beat of his soft, dumb, heart- already nine-tenths in love with her.
when furudate wrote “today you happen to be the defeated. but what will you become tomorrow?” and then “nothing would ever get started if they didn't first think, 'let’s give it a try.'” and then “he who climbs the ladder must begin at the bottom” and then “we’re not limited to just one way of being great” and then “being weak means that there is room to grow” and then “does losing prove that you are weak? isn’t losing difficult for all of you? a challenge where, after ending up on your hands and knees, you must see if you can stand up again? if you stay on your hands and knees, that proves that you are weak.”
