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Whatever Bokuto writes shows up on his soulmates arm. An arm that belongs to Akaashi Keiji. A bokuaka, kuroken, bokuroo fic. Written: 2019-2020 Cover art: @almangods
Kuroo is graduating from high school but Kenma still has one year to go. What will he do without seeing his boyfriend everyday? Being the stubborn kitten he is, he decides to do whatever it takes to see Kuroo. A KuroKen short story. * #34 graduation January 2021
the letters were delivered just a bit too late. based on eminem's "stan" tw!! includes triggering content ©️hqheaven 2020
"You think I could catch a fish out here?" Kuroo chuckled. "Well" Bokuto grins back, and he leans his shoulder against the doorway. "To catch a fish, you have to think like a fish". Kuroo hummed for a second in thought before placing his hands on his temple. "I'm wet and I don't even know it. I'm wet and I don't even...
Prompt: I Can (Still) Feel You Summary: Bokuto has nightmares. Kuroo does something about it. BoKuroo, so much angst, but also fluff. i love it i guess a warning for a nightmare that gets described? there's not a lot of details, but it involves a gun and somebody getting shot. Also, bokuto has a mild anxiety/panic att...
Psychological repressing: A theorized psychological behavior where people make the unconscious decision to forget unwanted memories so as to reduce anxiety. But why would I forget when all I want is to remember? -------------------- Former Prince turned assassin Kozume Kenma is facing difficult times as he struggles...
day 1: friends to lovers✔/first date day 2: university au/first kiss✔ day 3: roommates/flower crowns and holding hands✔ day 4: aged up or down au/being dorks✔ day 5: nsfw✔/being romantic day 6: getting married/kids au✔ day 7: free-to-choose au✔/matching outfits ~~~ I do not own any of these characters, they belong to...
There was silence from Akaashi. The silence remained for the rest of their walk to his apartment, up the multiple flights of stairs, and even until they were in the room and kicking off their shoes. It wasn't awkward, however, and not tense. It was a thoughtful silence. Akaashi was digesting Kuroo's words, drinking in...
Darkness filled his room as the time ticked by. He had not even made an effort to remove his blankets, the deep wound in his heart mercilessly sliced fresh only earlier that morning. His thoughts were bleakly empty as he tried to fall asleep. ****** Akaashi's boyfriends try their best to put him back together.