『ᴛʀᴀsʜ ʜᴇʀᴇ』 ˚✧₊⁎ Requests are open so feel free to comment them or message me ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ･:*+. This book is a compilation of other people's hcs and mine so credit to them for those wonderful hcs.:+ ☆*:.｡. Also credit to the artists that have their beautiful art in this book .｡.:*☆ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ Made: 1/6/17 Finished: 9/9/17

You and kagayama have always flirted and played around with each other but as you show your true self and become closer to him he falls in love with you. But there seems to be other people falling for you as well. Will kageyama be able to win your heart or will someone else sweep you off your feet before he does?

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. _______ Disclaimer : All credits of writing this go to Littleluxray, the original one can be found on archive of our own! Credits to art/book cover also goes to Rheatan which can be found on Deviantart As said I do not own this story, I just wanted to share it :>

~~COMPLETED~~ "I'm sorry... I don't know who you are?" Hinata Shouyo; Once happy, energetic and a brilliant volleyball player, loses his memory in an accident. No longer able to remember the people he once knew and the sport he once loved, he must learn to live with the way he is. Everyone knows him. He knows nobody. With help from Tobio Kageyama, he slowly learns to adapt to his knew life. But Kageyama sees something. Something different about Hinata. They boy he once knew... ...was gone.

"its simple y/n, its either going to have to be me or him." Which of the two did you end up choosing?

~~COMPLETED~~ (editing) After a freak accident, volleyball prodigy Kageyama Tobio goes blind. No longer able to set, pass or even hit the ball properly, he must learn to live with the way he is and to again fall in love with the sport he holds so close to his heart, with help from a certain ray of sunshine.

Most of the pain that Akaashi had experienced did not belong to him. Knowing someone's pain just by touching them is a gift that he chose to accept and make use of, a power that he chose to hide away. It's his silent way of helping others, until he's forced to understand that there's only so much that he can do on his own. A story in which Akaashi is an empath, who gets entangled in a mess with his captain that neither can solve on their own. Warnings: Mental unwellness, self harm, abuse, bullying, homophobia, derogatory language, vomiting.

akaashi quickly folds the money in half and shoves it in his back pocket. "doesn't matter. street racing is still a dumb thing to do. and you're even worse for actually racing." bokuto rocks on his heels once, only to lean forward slightly, that sickeningly sweet smile still plastered on his face and dripping saccharine over his words. "but, you bet on me, so how bad does that make you?" ... or, akaashi hated breaking the rules and doing dumb things, while bokuto thoroughly enjoyed both.

"what an interesting turn of events." bokuto says, letting his eyes glide over akaashi's honeyed skin, thinking he looked really nice when the sun hit him like that, black hair complementing blue eyes so prettily and effortlessly it almost made him feel bad for being mean to him on purpose. the cherry lollipop bites his tongue. "glad i have you as a roommate, pretty boy." "don't call me that." akaashi shakes his head and stands up, the nickname making a fuzzy itchy feeling prod at his chest, caught somewhere in between annoyance and flattery at the same time. "i'm leaving." "already?" bokuto pouts, getting under akaashi's skin quickly becoming one of his favorite pastimes, given the circumstances. "what a terrible roommate." ... or, the "i was so excited to live with someone who i could make friends with in my first year of college and good god why must it be you" au