#yachikiyo

[pantyhoseandroses]

the concept of ennoshita and yachi thinking they were over their gay sappy high school crushes, only to drink WAY too much at tanakiyos wedding and sing a horrible karaoke duet of good luck babe by chappel roan at the after party thing that they do after wedding ceremonies

[ephelilyyy]

quick kiyoyachi mermaids for mermay bc i love this video somuch

kiyoyachi is such a comfort ship of mine.,

[notsuchasecret]

lilac with kiyoyachi please?

Send me a color and a ship and I’ll write you a fic that feels like that color.

Warning: Angst ahead.

Yachi was so small. Kiyoko wasn’t much in the size department, but Yachi was tiny even compared to her. They lay together on the couch, Yachi wrapped up in Kiyoko’s arms, and listened to the rain. Kiyoko hummed a lullaby her mother used to sing to her and Yachi cried silent tears.

It was a long time before either of them broke the silence. Kiyoko couldn’t take it at long last, and she simply had to speak.

“I’m sorry,” she said. It wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough for the sorry she felt. Wasn’t anything compared to what Yachi was feeling.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay. I’m going to fight this.” Yachi’s small voice had that line of steel in it she had picked up in high school, the one that had made Kiyoko slip from a simple crush to completely head-over-heels for her.

“I know you will,” Kiyoko said. “But for now, it’s okay to be upset.”

“I know,” Yachi said. “I just don’t want you to be-”

“I’ll be okay,” Kiyoko said. “I’ll fall apart later. Right now, only one of us should at a time, and it’s your turn. You earned tonight.”

“By what? Getting sick?” There was a dark humor in her words, but Kiyoko noticed how she couldn’t say the word. Neither of them had managed it, not since the doctor had said it too many times for either of them to deny what she was telling them.

“We’re going to get through this,” Kiyoko said. “We’re going to find a way to-”

“Kiyo.” Yachi rarely used that nickname. Kiyoko loosened her arms around Yachi and let her roll over so her chin was resting on Kiyoko’s breast bone, her eyes staring up at her big and round and wet with tears. “This is not your fault. If you aren’t ready to deal with this, if you want to leave, I understand. I’m not going to tie you down unless you want to be tied down with me.”

“I do,” Kiyoko said. “If you’re sinking, I’m going down with you. That’s what I promised you and I’m standing by that.”

“Then we fight,” Yachi said. She yawned. “In the morning. For now, I just want to be with you.” The ‘while I still can’ was left unsaid, but Kiyoko heard it anyway. She held Yachi a little tighter and let the rain wash away her despair, and her hope.

[anime-mood]

💖 kiyoyachi 💖

[izukillme-moved]

Kiyoyachiiii

Euphoria

Words: 410

Time taken: 10 minutes, 39 seconds

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At first, it’s like she is flying.

Whenever she looks into Kiyoko’s eyes, sees her laugh and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear – it makes Hitoka burst into fireworks on the inside. Every breath Kiyoko takes seems to glorify the air around her even more, and Hitoka thrills in joy just by being near her.

And when Kiyoko looks at her and gives her a kiss on the forehead and that wonderful smile she seems to have reserved just for Hitoka, it is wild happiness.

It is exploding into sparks and bursting with excitement just to be around her girlfriend. Girlfriend! To be able to call the woman she had had a crush on since her first year at Karasuno, as her girlfriend… it’s more than amazing.

The wait to ask Kiyoko out had been so long, painfully long. But it’s not right for an eighteen-year-old to date a sixteen-year-old, or for a twenty-year-old to date an eighteen-year-old. So Hitoka waited till she had finished university, twenty-two, armed with a degree in architecture and a lot more confident, and asked her crush the big question.

Kiyoko had gone redder than a tomato, and then she had hugged Hitoka and whispered, “Yes, I’ll be Hitoka-chan’s girlfriend.”

She was euphoric then, and she is euphoric now.

It still feels so unreal now that Hitoka is here, standing on the altar with Kiyoko, waiting to be pronounced her bride.

But this is a different kind of euphoria.

That elation she had felt before – the beginnings of love are always wild and heady and unsure, it’s like tumbling into a bush of brambles with someone. And if you’re able to get up laughing with each other, that’s what cements the relationship. Every second with them is this wonderful excitement that fills you up to your very core and makes you squeal in happiness.

But now? This is a different kind of euphoria. It’s still excited and passionate and loving, but it’s settled now. Like a boat on calm seas, it floats along and grounds Hitoka every second. It makes her feel calm and comfortable and truly happy. She loves Kiyoko with that same fire, of course, but it’s not a leaping flame anymore. It’s a constant fire that flickers in both their hearts, never to be extinguished.

So Hitoka says “I do,” in a steady, self-assured, clear voice, and jumps up (much like Hinata) to kiss the words out of Kiyoko’s mouth.

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Hope you enjoyed it anon!

[cycyno]

Congrats on 100 followers!!! Could I request some Kiyoyachi? :)

Thanks a lot!! And sorry that this took a little while (I’m not used to draw girls) but I hope you like it!

[waveoftheocean]

almost 1.5 years later i’ve come to conclusion that nothing, in fact, is cuter than kiyoyachi

[basically-i-write-shit]

Youtube AU thing with my girls~

Tanaka Saeko is going to die. This is Hitoka’s only thought as she watches Ryuu’s live stream. The younger Tanaka was being his typical self, oogling Kiyoko, and of course Saeko decides to tell him, on camera, “Ryuu, bud, how many times do I have to tell you Kiyo-kun is hella gay for Yachi? They’re actually dating.” 

Yachi watches as Ryuu’s face heats up, his eyes widening, and he coughs, grabbing something from off camera and waving it around. He stutters out a quick change of subject, but the damage is done, and Yachi groans, closing her laptop with a gentle click. 

“Oh god,” She groans, banging her head on her pink desk. “Whyyyy?” 

Her phone is exploding with twitter notifications, and she ignores it, standing and walking across her small studio apartment to the kitchenette, pouring herself more coffee. She opts against her usual creamer, deciding she’s going to need all the caffeine she can get to clear this up. 

She’s sitting down again, about to open her laptop again, when her phone rings and she answers with a groan. 

“Tadashiii, I’m going to die.” 

“Please don’t do that, we’ve only just gotten together,” comes a calm, quiet voice that definitely isn’t Tadashi. 

“Oh my god,” Hitoka whines. “Kiyoko, I’m actually going to die.” 

“I thought you would be like this,” Kiyoko says, and Yachi can hear the smile in her voice. “But isn’t this karma? You did out Tsukishima-kun and Tadashi-chan, it’s only fair.” 

Hitoka groans. “You’re not angry? I mean, it was your idea to keep it quiet...” 

“I just wanted to keep you to myself for a while,” Kiyoko says simply. “I’m glad, though, actually. I’m very proud to be with you.” 

“Oh my god.” 

Kiyoko chuckles. “I love you so much, Hitoka-chan~ Just don’t go on dying now, I’d be very upset.” 

“I’ll try...” 

“I’m going to make a post to clear things up, and then get to work on a new video so I’ll let you go. I love you.” 

Hitoka turns positively red. “I love you too...Bye...” 

“Goodbye, Hitoka-chan.” 

“B- Bye...” 

The phone clicks and Yachi can’t even pull her phone away from her ear before it rings again. She picks it up, groaning. 

“Hello, Tadashi.” 

“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, Yacchan?” 

“It is indeed.” 

It is indeed.