i. Oikawa's last wishes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10554512 ii. Lying through my teeth: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24071404 (The whole series is amazing but this one's my fav)
iii. The sky and guilt are the only feelings I have left: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11605827
iv. the galaxy's endless(i thought we were too): https://archiveofourown.org/works/25651510
v. In another life: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5096105
vi. Shard society: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23718103
vii. Four out of Six: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7922461
viii. He smelled like oranges: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27569593
ix. Disrupting his song: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24186010 x. Every tomorrows(series): https://archiveofourown.org/series/1246454
Now the most imp part. ANYONE & EVERYONE SEEING THIS POST PLZ CHECK THE TAGS B4 READING ANY OF THEM AS THEY CONTAIN DISTURBING STUFFS. THESE ARE JUST MY PERSONAL FAVS + THE ONES I COULD REMEMBER RN, SO I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO SUFFER CUZ OF MY CHOICES.
PLZ SUFFER WIMME. I NEEDED TO DUMP THIS MASTERLIST SOMEWHERE.
Credit for headers: @minecchi @colorless-sea @marcseok @wanderinlights @sweetlyvibe
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in the long summer evening, 3.7k, bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou/akaashi keiji, explicit
“I hope it gets colder soon,” Koutarou says. He means, colder in general, because lately the asphalt has been burning his feet if he tries to walk on it. He means, colder tonight, because today he is going to sleep with Kuroo and Akaashi, and if it's as hot as this, he can't stand the idea of anyone touching him for long.
this was a commission for asongstress! she commissioned a smutty sequel to the AU i wrote earlier this year, with akaashi as a tattoo artist, kuroo as the receptionist, and bokuto as the client (called lines; meeting, crossing, staying parallell, link here). the series, which currently has no other planned works, is called affections (b/w). everything can be found on ao3!
Akaashi swallows hard. They’re actually doing it, and he immediately understands Bokuto’s reasoning to show him this. It’s a side of Kuroo that Akaashi wouldn’t have dreamed of seeing or imagined was possible. This is Kuroo when he doesn’t have the upper-hand, when he can’t provoke or tease.
Akaashi’s never been so turned on before.
( There's a side to Kuroo that Bokuto's aching to share with Akaashi.)
I write lots of BoKuroAka (and its variations: BK, BA, KA). My Ao3 is Crown_of_Winterthorne. I'm hoping to get at least a few new ficlets written for the upcoming ship week, and those always go on my Tumblr first. I do a pretty even mix of SFW and NSFW.
Akaashi will literally do anything on a dare and Kuroo and Bokuto take full advantage of this as much as possible. So one day they dare Akaashi to try on a floral skater dress in store, and the catch was he'd have to come out of the dressing room and act like he's thinking of buying, maybe turn a few shopper's heads. But when he comes out of the dressing room, Kuroo and Bokuto stop their laughing and fall silent to the beauty in front of them and they just stare with their jaws dropped to the floor. When Akaashi sees their expressions he grins and gives them a few twirls. He then announced that he'll buy it, because he likes how it makes his legs look, and Kuroo and Bokuto literally can't argue so they shove a bunch of money in his hands and Akaashi confidently walks to the register to purchase the dress, which he wears out of the store as his loyal subjects trail behind him in awe.
Keiji watches Kuroo from where he’s still bundled up in the bedclothes. It’s hot, he’s sticky with sweat and other things, and he knows he should get up, wash off before he has to start getting ready for work - but instead he watches.
And then it happens.
Keiji hasn’t seen it happen every time that he’s been over, only occasionally. Yet even so, sometimes Keiji will come into the room and notice that it’s been filled up a lot more between his visits.
Today Kuroo drops five hundred yen into the jar.
It’s always be five hundred yen. Keiji knows because he has looked at the jar before, and analysed it’s contents, intensely. Far more intensely than necessary given that if he just asked Kuroo would probably tell him what it was for. What he was saving for, or what occasion gives rise to the donation of coins from his pocket. Kuroo would probably tell him both. He doesn’t ask though, wants to see if he can figure it out himself.
It’s a mystery standing right in front of him, and Keiji has always wanted to know if he has what it takes to solve one.
The next time that Keiji is in Kuroo’s room to see the jar, it has been filled up even more. He wants to know how much more, but it would be weird to count out someones jar of loose change. Wouldn’t it?
In the morning when Keiji leaves, this time there is no addition. He waits with baited breath, with far too much anticipation, at the change crashing together in Kuroo’s pockets as he shimmy’s into his pants, but Kuroo doesn’t reach for it. Kuroo doesn’t pull out any coins to drop in the jar, and as Keiji watches once more from between the covers, warm and cozy and only delaying the inevitable, Kuroo doesn’t even seem to glance at the jar.
It’s only Keiji that is looking at it, glaring at it, trying to decipher it’s presence, it’s meaning, with only his eyes.
“Are you getting up?” Kuroo asks and Keiji moves his eyes quickly to where Kuroo is already dressed. Suit on and fingering his way around the knot in his tie. “I have a meeting this morning so I can’t be late.”
Keiji groans. “Just give me a second.”
Kuroo smirks, and leers at Keiji as he emerges bare from the covers to pull on his own clothes. Well, his own suit and one of Kuroo’s shirts. One day, when he feels up to it, he’ll need to bring up leaving some of his own clothes over here now that staying at Kuroo’s is becoming a regular thing. Not today though, not now.
For now his mind is taken up with other things. With a jar of coins and the pattern for depositing coins to said jar.
Plus, he kind of likes the feeling that wearing Kuroo’s clothes to work gives him as well. Nobody knows but Keiji, but it makes his heart race.
It’s late into the first day that Bokuto is back in town. Keiji usually sleeps through most of the morning, and would happily continue to slumber through the afternoon as well, but Bokuto doesn’t like that. Today though it’s not Bokuto that wakes Keiji up, it’s the tip of coins into a jar. It’s like he has a sixth sense for it now, the coins move and Keiji is alert to witness it.
He shifts in the bed, makes sure he’s facing the cabinet where the jar rests, and cracks one eye open.
Keiji expects to see Kuroo feeding coins into the jar, but apparently, Bokuto is a donator as well.
He’s only half dressed, the thick band of his underwear crawl an inch above where his pants sit low on his hips. His hair is damp, and a towel around his neck catches the water that drips down from it. Despite the towel doing its best, Keiji still finds himself admiring the few trickles that manage to find their way down his back. They are the lucky ones.
Keiji hears steps approaching, and as Bokuto turns to greet what can only be Kuroo, Keiji squeezes his eyes closed.
“What are you doing?” Kuroo asks.
“Putting in my money for the month.” Bokuto says, calmly, quietly. Keiji is grateful for the low voice, confident that if he were actually asleep and not in tune with the sound of coins hitting glass that he would be able to sleep through the conversation.
“Couldn’t you have waited until Akaashi was awake? It’s not exactly quiet.”
“I didn’t think about that!” Keiji works hard to keep his face neutral at the sound of Bokuto’s voice. Here he is being quiet, but he somehow forgot about being quiet for the loudest thing that he had been doing.
“There’s a lot more money in here though, been keeping busy huh?” Keiji can detect the teasing in Bokuto’s voice, and wants to know why it’s there. Why is Bokuto teasing Kuroo about the money in the jar? Is it some kind of swear jar? Why does Kuroo have a swear jar? Why does Bokuto also put money into Kuroo’s swear jar? Why does he keep track of his actions for a month to feed into the jar when he comes back to the city?
“Busy enough.” Kuroo says. No trace of teasing, no trace of defensiveness, nothing to give away why Bokuto had been teasing or why the jar exists in the first place.
“Have you counted it?”
“Not recently.” Keiji hears Kuroo move, hears the clink of coins and knows that Kuroo has picked it up. “How about we do it now, I can put today’s money in and we can see how much is in there.”
Bokuto cheers, loudly.
Kuroo shushes him, and there is a moment of silence before they both leave the room.
Keiji waits another moment before opening his eyes.
There are multiple things to take into consideration now. Firstly, Bokuto has been putting coins into the jar. Kuroo knows that Bokuto has been putting coins into the jar. Kuroo and Bokuto expect each other to put coins into the jar. Should Keiji also be donating to the jar? Nobody has asked him to, but maybe it’s something that goes unspoken: if he has spare change he should drop it in the jar of a morning. Should he start doing so now?
That isn’t it though, that isn’t all there is to the jar.
It’s too simple.
Kuroo doesn’t drop money in every morning, only some mornings. For all Keiji knows he puts money in at night sometimes as well.
And Bokuto puts money in too.
Why does Bokuto put money into Kuroo’s savings jar? Swear jar? Bought a coffee and had change jar?
Why does Bokuto keep tabs on how much he owes to the jar for the time that he’s been away?
More questions, so many more questions, and still Keiji is no closer to any answers.
He and Bokuto spend the weekend at Kuroo’s, and Keiji counts every time he hears coins clink into the jar.
Five times.
Excluding the time he woke up to Bokuto dropping a months worth of coins into the jar, and what Keiji can only assume was followed by Kuroo dropping coins in going by the conversation he overheard, five times, Keiji hears the mystery continue.
On Monday morning, their weekend together over, Bokuto leaves early for the train. No clink of coins.
Later, he and Kuroo get ready for work, and Keiji leaves early in order to change in to fresh clothes from his own apartment. No clink of coins.
On Tuesday night, Keiji returns to Kuroo’s and notes an empty jar.
On Wednesday morning, tangled up and sweating in Kuroo’s sheets Keiji sees Kuroo drop a thousand yen into the empty jar. The coins clink, jump as they hit the bottom, and then settle.
One thousand yen.
If he doesn’t tip the jar out to count, if he just happens to count the money in the jar when he notices, it’s not so weird.
It’s still weird. He’s not going to disagree with that. It’s just, he can’t get caught counting if he’s not tipping the jar out to go through all the coins.
He emits a yawn, wipes himself down and dresses without Kuroo’s prompting. Then, while Kuroo is out making breakfast, Keiji types the date and amount into his phone.
Finally, he can start to really solve the mystery.
On Thursday night there is still only a thousand yen, but on Friday morning Kuroo drops five hundred yen in.
Keiji makes a note in his calendar.
On Sunday, Keiji visits Kuroo’s house for lunch. No change.
On Thursday, there’s an extra five hundred yen. Keiji doesn’t know when it was added. He adds the money to his calendar, and puts in a note that it got there sometime in the last few days.
The morning after brings no new addition to the jar.
Another week has Keiji noting three additions to the jar in his presence. Five hundred yen each time.
There’s an additional one thousand yen in the jar that Keiji has not been present for.
The first thing he can write down as conclusive: the jar is fed in five hundred yen increments.
Now he just needs to figure out why. There’s a pattern to it, he knows there is. He just needs to figure it out.
Another week, and Keiji sees no new additions to the jar. On Saturday morning though he stirs to the familiar clink of coins. He doesn’t open his eyes, he doesn’t look. He counts the sound of each coin dropping and when he hears Kuroo leave the room Keiji reaches for his phone. Nothing during the week, but if he heard things correctly, Kuroo has just added three thousand yen to the jar.
It’s a catch up. It has to be. It reminds Keiji of when Bokuto had added in a months worth of coins. Kuroo has just added a weeks worth.
Keiji wishes that it hadn’t been all at once. He’s been at Kuroo’s twice during the week before now, he would have liked to know what days the coins fit on.
He needs this information to fill in the blank on what the days mean.
He needs all the information he can, but it would be a bit much to suddenly ask to visit Kuroo everyday. It crosses his mind, and it has before, many a time, while trying to solve this mystery from it’s onset, from the resetting of the jar, but that’s as far as he lets it get.
Especially because during the next week he doesn’t see Kuroo at all. Their communication drops down to a couple of messages a day. Keiji gets good morning texts sent way too early, and good night text that he wakes to next to his morning ones. Kuroo is busy with internal audits, and Keiji should really be thinking of other things. Like making sure that Kuroo is eating properly, making sure that he actually is sleeping enough, offering his help in any way that he can.
Keiji replies to the good morning and good night messages. Sends Kuroo pictures of cats that he sees online, a small respite for Kuroo being too busy to search for these things himself.
And all the time what Keiji thinks about most is the jar filling up without his knowledge.
How can he determine it’s use if he isn’t there to witness it being used?
Another week, and Keiji finally gets the chance to visit.
He’s happy that the jar has only five hundred extra yen contained, and at the same time he’s stumped, confused. Has Kuroo been too busy to deposit money along with everything else or has he stopped doing whatever it is that give him cause to donate his money to the jar in the first place?
Swear jar is definitely crossed off the list as Keiji spends the weekend and no additional money is dropped into the jar. Only a thousand yen on Monday morning as they both dress to leave for work.
A swear jar would have definitely gotten use, or needed catching up with, over the weeks of Kuroo’s audit.
Something else then.
A few days later, Bokuto is in the city just for the day with his boss. Kuroo takes the day off work to spend it with him, Keiji does not.
Keiji does however come home to Bokuto having filled the jar with the money that he apparently owes for the time that he’s been away.
Bokuto goes to visit his parents for dinner, but Kuroo says that he’d rather have Keiji for dinner.
Bokuto returns later in the night, as Kuroo is dropping five hundred yen in the container. Keiji is still catching his breath atop the sheets, and he tries to ignore the way that Bokuto is looking at him, because he has to leave soon. They have plans to walk him to the station together before Keiji goes home himself.
Keiji also doesn’t think that anyone would be able say no when they both descend on him together. It’s intense, and it finishes quickly, as can only be expected when they have a time limit, but Keiji thinks that he is satiated for more than a few days. He’s satiated beyond reason, and he can’t even make himself get out of bed.
He kisses Bokuto a boneless farewell from the side of the bed, watches Kuroo and Bokuto both drop five hundred yen into the jar, and then falls asleep as they leave hand in hand to send Bokuto off to his train.
Keiji does hear the words “It’s a good thing I brought extra with me!” before they get too far away, and even though Keiji wants nothing more than to fall into the sweet embrace of slumber - It tempts him, it pulls him, but Keiji pushes it away.
He didn’t want to count up the jar, but he has a good half hour until Kuroo will be back, he has time.
He pulls out his phone, and pulls the bed sheet down to the floor with him while he works.
He counts the money first, and then puts it into piles.
The first pile has all the money that Keiji has been able to witness Kuroo placing in the jar. There’s a one coin pile for the coin that Keiji has just seen Bokuto put in now before he left. Another pile, has what Keiji has recorded for Kuroo’s donations while he wasn’t present, and everything leftover is a mix of what Bokuto has added to the jar for his time away, and anything that Kuroo might have put in over the last couple of days.
He makes a note of each pile, writes it up in his phone, and then puts it all back in the jar. He crawls into Kuroo’s bed, and tries to get to sleep before Kuroo gets home, but all his head does is turn the numbers around in his head. So when Kuroo comes back, the predicted half an hour later and dropping another coin into the jar Keiji is still awake.
“I thought we tired you out.” Kuroo teases, stripping off and curling up around Keiji.
“You did, I just got caught up thinking.”
“What about?” Kuroo whispers into the shell of Keiji’s ear, kissing down his neck, nuzzling into his chest, biting down his abs.
Keiji doesn’t answer, can’t answer. The only thing that leaves his mouth are panting breaths and half formed thoughts.
This time he does fall asleep straight after, but even from the world of dreams Keiji knows the sound of a coin dropping and in the morning he adds it to his list.
He starts asking Kuroo about his days, takes special care to know what he did around the times that he gives up coins. He’s so close to giving in, but at the same time Keiji feels like he’s so close to the truth. If his life is a movie, Keiji knows that someone in the audience is yelling about what an idiot he is for not seeing the thing that binds everything together, and all Keiji thinks is that he’ll give his mystery novel protagonists a little more leeway from now on.
It’s harder than it looks when it’s real life, when it’s happening to him.
He feels weird for wanting to creep in to so much more of Kuroo’s time apart from him, but Kuroo doesn’t seem to mind sharing, in fact, it seems to make him happier. When this is over and Keiji has his answers he’ll have to make sure to keep up the extra conversations with Kuroo. He likes to share, and Keiji knows this, it’s just that now he knows that Kuroo would like to share so much more.
Keiji is enjoying it too.
He also gets a drawer out of the more sharing thing. He doesn’t ask, but Kuroo mentions it, and the next time Keiji comes over he gets to go to work in his own clean shirt, filling up the drawer with other clean shirts. This one makes him feel happier than spending the day with Kuroo’s clothes draped over his skin. It’s his own shirt, but it means something else now. He has his own space at Kuroo’s. Keiji knows that he is welcome over any time, but now it’s not just words, it’s a space that he’s been given. Something physical to let him know that the words are true.
Sometimes, Keiji needs more than words.
But the words help him out with this: every day that Kuroo adds coins outside of Keiji’s presence is a day in which he talks to Bokuto on the phone. Not every phone call to Bokuto results in adding to the jar, but every three or so calls.
An average of every three calls to Bokuto. An average of every couple of visits from Keiji.
He thinks he has the pattern figured out.
There’s a lot of catching up to do if he’s right, but he doesn’t worry about that. He hasn’t been informed and so they can’t complain. He does worry about maybe being wrong, but also, he doesn’t think Kuroo can really get mad at him for adding coins to the jar.
Who would it hurt?
The next time Keiji visits he brings money with him. A lot of it, for all being in five hundred yen coins. He worries about them jingling in his bag, but Kuroo doesn’t seem to notice.
When Kuroo goes out to cook dinner, Keiji busies himself in the bedroom. He tucks the coins into his drawer, and changes into lounge clothes so that his visit to the bedroom isn’t so suspicious. It shouldn’t be suspicious, but at this point he just feels paranoid.
By Keiji’s theory, there is no need for a coin, and he cheers internally when they both leave for work in the morning and nothing has been added to the jar.
The next time Keiji visits there are coins added to the jar, he doesn’t count them, not this time.
In the morning though, he forces himself out of bed at the sound of Kuroo’s first alarm. He ignores the stretch of Kuroo’s arm over the bed, but laughs at the frown on Kuroo’s face when he finds the empty space.
“What are you doing up so early?” Keiji doesn’t say anything, he slips five hundred yen into the jar under Kuroo’s sleepy gaze, and then shuffles his way back under the covers, and under Kuroo’s draping arm. “You’re cold now.” Kuroo says, with an accompanying shiver.
“You could always warm me up.” Keiji says. He’s awake early for once, he has all the time in the world even if Kuroo usually needs all the time he allots in order to get ready on time.
The second time Keiji gets up he adds another five hundred yen to the jar; Kuroo hasn’t added anything yet.
They sit to a quick breakfast, they both get dressed, and when Kuroo has his tie knotted at his neck, he reaches in and counts out his coins. It’s small change, which makes it harder for Keiji to keep track of while pretending not to, but he’s pretty sure it’s another one thousand yen. He smiles at Kuroo once the money has landed, and presses a deeper kiss than they usually share at this time of the morning against Kuroo’s mouth.
Keiji is pretty sure that he’s figured out the timing, the pattern.
He’s also pretty sure that he’s going to ask why Kuroo and Bokuto drop coins in for these occasions, because he’s already given up too much of his time and thoughts to the jar. He’s solved one mystery at least, he can be content with that.
