❝𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.❞ ---------------------------- Zak told himself that after the events of last summer, he'd never go near that house again. The school is a popularity contest he's had his fair time mixed up in. But when his secret is threatened, Zak is forced to take action to protect what he hates most. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: blood, mild gore - some warnings unlisted for spoilers, proceed with caution ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ @ʙʟᴀqɴᴛᴢ

"if you don't know what you want then this is a waste of time," the pink haired boy spoke coldly. he was sick of feeling confused and hurt. matsukawa's eyes played over his face, analytically. he then leaned in subtly, moving his hand gently over hanamaki's cheek. "so let me waste your time a little longer," {in which matsukawa is a pessimistic artist who's never given love a chance and hanamaki's an optimistic romantic determined to help him realize that love is a beautiful thing} [tw: strong language, mature content and themes, use of/mention of drugs, lowercase intended]

There are a lot of BokuAka AUs, but I thought I'd make one myself. - In this setting, Bokuto Koutaro is a famous celebrity whilst Akashi Keiji is your average, every day, author (well, not everyday)But if that's the case, what makes this composed and expressionless writer, as well as a complete stranger, so special to such an important figure? Bokuto suffers from Monophobia, a fear of being left or alone, and what happens when people use that to their advantage?

- Sequel to Broken Wings - Everything fell apart, and Bokuto and Akaashi desperately try to find a way to fix it. Even if it means leaving their home forever. (⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Descriptions of PTSD, panic attacks and birth are used in this story, so viewer discretion is advised) [Ratings: ✨❤️] #2 in Komi October 3, 2019 #17 in BokuAka November 8, 2019 #2 in bokutoxakaashi November 9, 2019 #2 in BokuAka angst

Daichi Sawamura was a normal person. What would happen if he found out that one of his best friends, who's been friends with him for so many years, is something he never would've thought existed? Warning: Includes BL A Haikyuu AU A Daichi x Suga Fanfic -Discontinued-

Akaashi Keiji, a genius first year is forced to tutor as punishment for something he didn't do. The one that got him into all this trouble is a loud, third year jock named Bokuto Kotaro. And the worst part is, Akaashi is being forced to tutor HIM out of all these people "god save me" but soon Akaashi realises someone that he wished he never did.

WARNING!! 18+ ONLY!!!! Read at any age but be careful! I also don't own Haikyuu! All rights to haikyuu go to Furudate

(Just making some revisions, sorry everyone if this story moves around on my profile!) Akaashi has a dark secret. One that could end not just his relationship with Bokuto. . . It could also end his life. Based off of artwork I saw by Heeju_Q on Twitter (⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Descriptions of cutting , phobia, and depression are used in this story, so viewer discretion is advised) [Rankings ✨❤️] Rated #18 in BokuAka November 8, 2019 Rated #1 in Bokuaka angst holy shi- Rated #1 in bokutoxakaashi October 16, 2019 Rated #1 in akaashixbokuto November 18, 2019 Rated #59 in Haikyuu fan fiction October 22, 2019 Rated #6 in lotsoffluff November 13, 2019

*To whoever made this photo, I thank you so much. It fitted my theme so well I had to use it. I'm sorry for not seeking your permission first.* 😅 A story on two people stuck in the past. "Beep......" the monotone. Nishinoya helplessly watches as his brother's life support is removed. He prayed for years, years. Why didn't God listen to his prayers? Why could God not bring his brother back? He punches the hospital wall and stomps out, tears evident in his eyes. The church and their "God loves you". All lies. He steps outside. "Nishinoya?" He turns around, and sees a man with a goatee. "What happened?" Nishinoya doesn't care, he runs and burries his face in his senpai's broad chest. "Asahi why? Why? Why must God do this to me?"

Downy flakes fall swiftly past the glow of the streetlight. A sprinkle of white flurries cast against the dark of night. The snow is crisp, the stars are bright. I spread my wings and I take flight. Wings fluttering as I fly, up into the evening sky. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental Date Started: April 30, 2016 Date Finished: May 03, 2016 All Rights Reserved 2016 © Freya Emmanuelle