[ivoryjars]

Fic: Ripple Effect

by ivoryjars / @ivoryjars

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Suna Rintarou/Washio Tatsuki

Rating: General

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Suna doesn’t want to taint the untouched waters. Doesn’t want to disrupt the calm surface. He fears that if he drops a pebble, even the tiniest one, it’ll cause a ripple effect that he can’t recover from.

it’s my first time writing for this rare pair because i can’t stop thinking about them. this fic is inspired by @fiendishpal’s cute washisuna comic strip but i made it a little angsty. i hope you enjoy reading it! please consider interacting with this post or leaving kudos and comments on the fic! thank you <3

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[ivoryjars]

Fic: Peonies and Needles

by ivoryjars / @ivoryjars

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou

Rating: Mature

Word count: 12.7k

Summary: Akaashi is in his first year residency at a hospital in Kyoto. As he grapples to balance his work life and the struggles of his personal life, he encounters a cerebral and apathetic neurosurgeon who just transferred from Tokyo.

somehow the fic ended up longer than i expected but i hope you’ll enjoy reading! please pay attention to the tags and warnings in the author’s note as it contains some sensitive topics

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[fiendishpal]

it’s getting cold…….

washisuna confession [part 1]

[ivoryjars]

this is too cute <3 i have so many fics to write for kuroaka week but now i’m itching to write something for washisuna too

[ivoryjars]

Fic: For You, Starry Eyes

by ivoryjars / @ivoryjars

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: An eternal spring blooms within his heart and he’s a garden of flowers for Kuroo. For the man that he loves more than life itself. The man who paints bits and pieces of Akaashi into every single one of his works.

an artist au where akaashi is kuroo’s muse. the title is inspired by a song from cigarettes after sex. please consider interacting with this post and leaving kudos or feedbacks on the fic if you’d be so kind to!

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[fiendishpal]

teasing banter is a staple in kuroaka

[chaotic-bi-bliophile-deactivate]

once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion

[aegissi]

no talking stage I pull u towards me by our red string of fate and then we kiss on the mouth

[ivoryjars]

moodboard: kuroaka; artist au

an eternal spring blooms within his heart and he’s a garden of flowers for kuroo. for the man that he loves more than life itself. the man who paints bits and pieces of akaashi into every single one of his works.

word count: 4.6k

rating: explicit

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[wistfulsleep]

y’all already know that kuroo had to ask akaashi out multiple times bc he kept on using really bad pickup lines and akaashi, even though reciprocating his feelings, would reject him. it took kuroo WEEKS to finally get akaashi to agree

[ancientsstudies]

At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.

- Alberto Manguel, The Library at Night.

[ivoryjars]

moodboard: kuroaka; artist au

an eternal spring blooms within his heart and he’s a garden of flowers for kuroo. for the man that he loves more than life itself. the man who paints bits and pieces of akaashi into every single one of his works.

word count: 4.6k

rating: explicit

read

[wistfulsleep]

all i want is kuroaka fanart of touch starved akaashi being held by kuroo. i’m begging

[strawberriesandcoffee-deactivat]

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

The best moments in reading are when you come across something–a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things–which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.

— Alan Bennett, The History Boys

[vellichor-and-wine]

i want to live in those Victorian castles wearing long white, flowy gowns, i want to be a detective and solve murder mysteries, i want to spend the rest of my life waiting for letters from my lover, i want to live in that ancient library forever and i want to call all the legendary writers my family

[curseofmxcbeth]

sometimes I’d just like to be the cat that lives in the second hand bookstore. 

[jessonline]

poetry is the language of the tender heart.