triple homo spike pass (haikyuu GREATS)
best haikyuu fics i’ve read!!!!!!!
featuring…
IWAOI!! KAGEHINA!! DAISUGA!! TSUKKIYAMA!! BOKUAKA!! KUROKEN!! ASANOYA!! KARASUNO FOUND FAMILY! SEIJOH4!!!
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mostly iwaoi and kghn bc I read the most of them <3 but jaw dropping daisuga and tskym etc etc too. the filter function is your best friend!! have fun!! and if you want to yell with someone ab these fics i’m @hajimeswife_ and @/comradekiwi__ on twt hehe
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Sometimes, Iwaizumi looks at him like Oikawa is something terrible. Other times, he looks at him as if Iwaizumi himself is something terrible instead.
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“Akaashi comes all the way down here just for that?” Atsumu exclaims, disbelief written all over his features. He shakes his head in shame. “If Akaashi doesn’t manage to get married, it’s your fault, Bokkun!”
three times Bokuto should have known he was in love with Akaashi Keiji plus once where he finally does
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See, the thing is, Iwaizumi Hajime is not a coward. So when Oikawa Tooru, bane of Iwaizumi Hajime’s existence, had very rudely flung open his bedroom door and proclaimed that he was beating Hajime 859 – 857 at holding his breath underwater, Hajime had tossed his copy of the day’s Sankei Sports on the floor and stood with a challenge in his teeth.
Summer: a study in coming of age, falling in love, and other existential terrors.
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When they're twenty-three, their story only begins.
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“Anyways, Iwa-chan, stay away from Atsumu. Man’s a total slut.”
Hajime blinks before furrowing his brows in confusion. “What are you even going on about?”
Tooru gasps. “You haven’t noticed?” And when Hajime looks around, the rest of the team is nodding in solidarity before glancing over at Atsumu who is having what looks like a conversation (but is more likely a hostage situation) with Kiyoomi, his back turned to the rest of them.
“He’s always making those eyes around you,” Tooru says, threading his fingers together and fluttering his lashes in an attempt at making cow eyes. “He thinks they make him look like a doe but he actually looks like a fully grown killer whale. I wouldn’t put him above murdering me to have you all to himself. Your arms can do that to a person. Now, Akaashi knows you’re taken and you’re only going to get married to make it through this life. He’s loyal like you. So that solves the whole hand holding dilemma. After you both die, you can hold my hand and Akaashi can hold Bo’s and none of us have to walk on the road.”
In which Hajime has a headache and the entire JNT is taking Tooru's morbid humor way too seriously.
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- Part 2 of menace
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In their seventh year, Oikawa is chosen to be the Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and Iwaizumi suffers.
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Oikawa drops his head on Iwaizumi’s chest. Can hear his steady heartbeat. He imagines this is what thunder would sound like if it could be comforting. “Iwa-chan?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Oikawa can’t see his face, but the smile in voice is apparent when he says, “Dumbass. Like you ever have to thank me.”
the title's pretty self-explanatory but alternatively: LMAO IM SO WEAK FOR SOFT IWA CHAN HELP
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“I keep telling you not to overdo it.” Kageyama's tongue flicks over his lips as he wraps Hinata's leg, tight but not too tight. It's interesting, kind of, watching Kageyama's hands unroll and press the tape against his disappearing skin.
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In a stroke of misfortune, Oikawa gets struck by lightning. But instead of having Lichtenberg figures bloom across his skin, he finds himself with the ability to travel through space and time. And with every version of reality he travels to, one thing always remains the same: he’s in love with Iwaizumi Hajime.
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The day Kageyama Tobio turned sixteen began like any other.
He woke, as he always did, three minutes before his alarm in the predawn darkness of rural Miyagi. Even in the depths of winter, with snow piling softly against rounded street curbs and his breath puffing out before him in gray clouds outside, he dreamed with his curtains thrown wide to the rising sun and his window cracked for fresh air. He’d always slept better with a bit of the outside pressing in.
Or: a very self-indulgent Kageyama birthday fic, in which his team helps him celebrate and he maybe, sort of, starts to work through some of his grief.