Matsukawa: Do you wanna come over and eat what my mother made?
Hanamaki: What’d she make?
Matsukawa: Me
Iwaizumi: STOP ENCOURAGING CANNIBALISM
[A few moments later]
Iwaizumi: I’ve been informed that that conversation didn’t, in fact, refer to cannibalism.
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aka that IwaAka mutual pining art students AU you didn’t know you needed (with a side OiBoku at the very end)
10k words, rating T for language
(because @notsuchasecret lives and breathes mutual pining)
And as the world comes to an end
I’ll be here to hold your hand
‘Cause you’re my king and I’m your lionheart.
anything, everything: the future is ours
because @notsuchasecret loves WataKyouHaba and there is like nothing for it and that is a challenge I accept
(also because I like making Bre yell at me)
It’s when Watari looks up, his ice cream in one hand and Kyoutani’s candy bar in the other, and spots Kyoutani grumbling at Yahaba a couple paces away and helping him rip open a bag gummy candies because Yahaba jammed his fingers during practice that day… that he realizes it.
They’re kind of dating each other. All three of them. He stares back down at Kyoutani’s candy bar and blinks a little stupidly at it until his ice cream starts melting and running down his fingers.
Oikawa Tooru 100% starts rumors about himself on yik yak.
I heard that Oikawa Tooru has an eight pack, that Oikawa Tooru is shredded.
crush him.png oikawa needs to be careful about what he puts on snap
this was inspired by a conversation i had with @notallballs abt kageyama’s killer thighs.
“You’ll tutor me.” Bokuto starts unsurely.
“I’ll tutor you,” Akaashi confirms.
“In return for…” Bokuto trails off, confusion clear on his face.
“Hugs. I tutor you, you hold me until I fall asleep,” Akaashi says it with red tinged ears, but no trace of remorse.
Bokuto doesn’t know what’s sadder- that someone as beautiful and loveable as Akaashi feels the need to bribe someone with tutoring to get cuddled or that Akaashi believes Bokuto wouldn’t cuddle him regardless.
“I’ll do it.” Bokuto says quickly and Akaashi’s shoulders slump slightly in relief and that’s so heartbreaking that he immediately wraps Akaashi into his arms, pulling him in and holding. “Practice makes perfect, right?”
Akaashi shudders at the first feeling of contact, immediately going pliant in Bokuto’s arms. “Right.”
just hit send
Ennoshita stares down at his phone screen with something very close to panic swirling in his gut as he reads and rereads and re-rereads the message in their group chat again and again. The chat – which today is named narita’s shoes smell like fish for reasons that Ennoshita had not bothered scrolling back far enough to figure out – had started off normal. Just the usual Saturday night chatter about practice and upcoming games and homework and who had what for supper which had spiraled into a brief bout of Tanaka and Noya going up against Narita and Kinoshita in some kind of spat or another (again Ennoshita hadn’t bothered to read the full conversation, mostly skimming through and latching on to the bits and pieces where Noya called Kinoshita a “snarky sassy asshole” a minute before he said he loved him so much and he was amazing and the like) and had somehow led to this…
notsuchasecret 