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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
After Kuroo, Bokuto and Iwaizumi meet Akaashi at one of Oikawa's parties, him and his boys know that they need to have him. So Kuroo hatches a master plan.
First, he sends in Bokuto - sweet, sweet Bokuto - to capture Akaashi's heart
Next he sends handsome, sexy, stunning Iwaizumi to ignite Akaashi's carnal desires
And finally, Kuroo himself, to mentally run rings around Akaashi and bring him to his knees
But not everything goes to plan, or does it?
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Waaahhhhhhh. I just published the Kuroo/Bokuto/Iwaizumi/Akaashi fic I’ve been working on for the past week, you know the one I said had completely consumed me? Yeah, that one. And now I hope it consumes you too.
It’s got fluff and smut and sillyness and these 4 in it. What more could you want?
I hope you pals like it! And by that I mean “please like it. please like it. please it. and then validate me”
if rarepairs are okay, then bokuiwa (super rare sorry but I’m obsessed)
I can totally do bokuiwa!
Who takes care of the other while they're sick and who has never taken care of anyone in their life and has no idea what dayquil is: Iwaizumi is the one who takes care of Bokuto. He's used to taking care of Oikawa when he's sick so taking care of Bokuto isn't really that much different. Bokuto has two older sisters so he's used to the one being babied and taken care of. He thinks dayquil's a spice.
Who drives and who yells, "Look, cows!" in the passenger seat: Iwaizumi drives because the last time Bokuto drove, he ended up almost steering them into a field of cows. (It was an accident of course, but now Bokuto can yell, "Look, cows!" from the passenger seat.)
Who takes pictures of frogs they find and who stands in the rain waiting for them: Bokuto is the one who takes pictures of frogs. He has a whole album in his phone specifically dedicated for frogs. And Iwaizumi, totally exasperated but ultimately fond, holds the umbrella over Bokuto's head so he isn't soaked while he does.
Who constantly begs the other to get a snake and who's afraid of snakes: Iwaizumi loves all sorts of reptiles and thinks they look cool and has asked Bokuto multiple times if they could get one. Bokuto doesn't want to say no because then he'd have to admit that he's scared of snakes, but he's never said yes either.
("We should get a snake!"
"I'll...think about it."
"You know, you can admit when you're scared, Bokuto."
"I'm not scared! Owls are snake's natural predator!"
"Uh huh.")
Who cooks and who is banned from the kitchen forever after setting it on fire multiple times: Iwaizumi's an only child so he's used to cooking for himself and lived on his own in California. Bokuto can not cook for the life of him, but he loves Iwaizumi's cooking.
Who plays Sims like a normal person and who does all the challenges: Bokuto loves to create little families in Sims and has made both him and Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi has almost broken his whole computer while doing the 100 baby challenge in the Sims.
Who says all the weird stuff in their sleep and who is just trying to fall asleep except they can't because their s/o keeps saying weird stuff: Iwaizumi is used to some form of sleep talking after sleepovers with Oikawa, but he has no idea what, "The butter is coming for you." means.
("Bokuto, what were you dreaming of last night?"
"No clue."
"Was it about butter?"
"Oh! Yeah, actually it was, how'd you know?"
"Lucky guess.")
Who reenacts Ratatouille and who reenacts the Lion King: Bokuto insists his hair is perfect for reenacting Ratatouille and he can also carry Iwaizumi on his shoulders. Iwaizumi insists this is a horrible idea because Bokuto can't cook, but rolls with it anyway. (They end up horribly burning some eggs but they do it.) Iwaizumi can actually lift Bokuto up a decent amount so they always reenact the Lion King whenever they want to.
Who likes milk and who is lactose intolerant: Bokuto is an avid milk drinker and Iwaizumi is the one who's lactose intolerant. (Bokuto had no idea what lactose was at first and was like, "But it says lactose intolerant, not milk intolerant.")
Who goes stargazing because the stars are pretty and who goes stargazing in the hopes that they catch an alien: They go for both. Iwaizumi sort of caught onto Oikawa's alien tendencies, but he also just likes sitting next to Bokuto and holding his hand. Bokuto is just hoping to catch sight of a UFO so he can show it to the rest of his volleyball friends and he likes holding Iwaizumi and looking at the stars
Who likes licorice and who would never touch it in their life: Iwaizumi is a licorice fiend and Bokuto wish it never existed in the first place. Iwaizumi has tried to get Bokuto to enjoy licorice, but it's not happening.
Who was really into dinosaurs when they were a kid and who was really into Ancient Greece when they were a kid: Bokuto was totally the kid who dressed up in dinosaur pajamas when he went to bed and wore dinosaur onesies to school. And yes, he did have all of the inflatable dinosaur costumes. Iwaizumi was the kid who read all of the Percy Jackson books and can now quote a shit ton of Greek Myth lore.
Who bursts into random dances throughout the day and who has two left feet: Bokuto is always dancing during the day. He's always trying to get Iwaizumi to join him, but Iwaizumi can't dance for the life of him no matter how hard Bokuto tries to get him to.
Thank you for the ask! If any of you have any more ships then please send them! The original post is here.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Part 3 of BokuIwa Shapeshifter AU. Recommend reading the first two before this one.
Relationship: Bokuto x Iwaizumi
Rating: Mature for violence
Genre: Shapeshifter/ Modern Supernatural
WC: 20,468
Summary:Â For a long time, tensions have been growing between humans and shapeshifters, leading toward inevitable war and potential extinction. Iwaizumi works for an organization that claims to protect civilians from the threat of shapeshifters, but not too long ago, he discovered that they were the ones behind all the murders that had been pinned on shapeshifters. In the midst of the confusion and chaos, Iwaizumi fell in love with one of the owl shifters, their charismatic leader Bokuto Koutarou. Along with the Seijoh team, they continued working for their corrupt employers while trying to destroy the company from within. But when the organization discovers their plan, they react swiftly to cover all of their tracks through any means necessary...
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After a friendly arm wrestling match after the gym left Bokuto feeling victorious, all he wanted to do was brag to his boyfriend and one of his roommates. He just never expected to come home to see said boyfriend and said roommate completely engrossed in each other, lips meeting lips with wet smacks.
Hi!!! For the angst ask, could you do 20 with an Iwa pairing of your choice please? I love your writing!!!
20. “For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!”Read on AO3
Iwaizumi’s hands were shaking.
He buried them into his pockets and walked a little faster, breaths puffing out, too hard for the pace, even if he’d just worked out. The world was swimming a little, sliding in and out of focus as he moved, legs threatening to give out, practically boneless. He swallowed. Ran his tongue along his teeth. Clenched his hands and tried to find the ability to breathe. Nothing came. But he carried on, nearly jogging, brushing blindly past people, no care for who or how many he brushed. Bokuto’s call had carved out a sliver of worry in him, something about Akaashi and being sick, about needing him, and it had sliced right through the constricting vines of black that had woven tight around him, strangling him.
Iwaizumi’s nails bit into his hands and he bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for a light to change, then sprinted across the street, barely able to breathe. He made it to the complex quickly, far more so than normal, and he burst in, darted upstairs, breathing a little harder, barely seeing. He wasn’t sure if it was because the anxiety attack that had started coming on before, or from Bokuto’s call.
He fumbled with his keys, managed to unlock the door with shaking hands, and slipped in. Froze. Akaashi and Bokuto sat on the couch, both of them looking perfectly fine - no bandages, no flush, no ice packs. Nothing to indicate that either were sick, that anything was wrong. His stomach dropped. He managed a weak smile. “Keiji’s okay?”
“Hajime,” Akaashi said instead, voice soft, “Sit down. Please.”
He felt his heart stutter in his chest, but he nodded slowly and crept forward, face carefully blank. They can’t know. They couldn’t know about the fresh waves of self-hatred that had formed, gathering like dark waters and rising, threatening to drag him under, steal his breath, and drown him in all the darkness they brought. Weak. Stupid. Worthless. An endless mantra in his head that left him wanting to do nothing more than bash his head against a wall. Or the anxiety attacks, the ones he’d hidden so carefully, because, with everything going on, they didn’t need another thing to worry about, let alone him and his ridiculous, overblown problems.
“What’s up?” he said.
Akaashi frowned, Bokuto’s face twisting into a soft, sad expression, and he took the lead, edging forward a little, fingers tangling together in front of himself as he stared Iwaizumi down. “Something’s been bothering you.”
Iwaizumi’s limbs locked up, eyes flickering away for a split second before he turned back, shook his head slowly. “No… I’m-”
“Hajime, listen to me for five minutes,” Akaashi said, nearly a snap, and he flinched back, pressed himself into the chair as he stared at them. Bokuto’s fingers slipped over, curled into Akaashi’s sweater, and he brushed their fingers together, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it as he shook his head. “Hajime, it’s obvious. Something has been bothering you for weeks, and all of us can see it. This is worrying us, okay? You just-”
“You look so sad all the time lately,” Bokuto broke in, lips wobbling, a flush invading his cheeks as his tear-filled golden eyes snared Iwaizumi, inescapable. He swallowed hard, throat bobbing and tongue working, but Bokuto barreled on before he could say anything. “When you think we’re not looking you get this expression, like you’re about to cry, and I don’t know why, and I want to ask you and help you, but every time I do it feels like it’s not helping! A-and I know it doesn’t because sometimes I pull away and you just have this look, like everything’s about to break, and- and- a-and-” Bokuto broke off with a choked sound, buried his face into his hands.
Akaashi’s lips twisted and he slid an arm around Bokuto, glanced back at Iwaizumi. “Hajime,” he said softly, “Whatever is hurting you right now, we’re here for you. We’ve always been here for you. You know that. We’re your partners, your friends.”
Iwaizumi’s world was spinning, darkness sucking at his lungs, leaving him trembling in his seat. His hands twisted together on his legs as he bit his tongue and smiled. “I’m okay guys, just a little-”
Bokuto shot up, red-rimmed eyes glaring at Iwaizumi as he clutched at his chest. “For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me! Talk to Keiji! Stop shutting us out!”
They all froze, Akaashi with his arms outstretched for Bokuto, who stood there, tremors working through his body, fingers biting into his chest. Bokuto tore away a second later, feet slapping the floor as he darted back to their bedroom, agonizingly loud sobs tearing through the apartment. Iwaizumi’s chest hitched, all the air viciously torn from him as he stared after, the fainter sound of his wails breaking through the quiet. He slowly turned, eyes sliding to Akaashi.
Gray eyes blinked at him slowly, nothing showing behind the shroud of impassivity he’d pulled around himself.
Akaashi pressed his hands to his knees.
Rose.
Turned his back.
Iwaizumi lunged up, grabbed Akaashi’s wrist, the skin cool beneath his fingers. Akaashi whipped around tore his wrist from Iwaizumi’s grasp and turned a flinty glare on him, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.”
Iwaizumi’s hand fell back to his side. His shoulders sagged. “Okay,” he whispered, pathetically quiet, and Akaashi jerked his head in a nod before he turned and stalked away, down the darkened hallway to the even darker bedroom where sharp cries still punctuated the quiet.
Helpless, he stared at the door, fingers twitching, but legs immobile. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing. He could barely feel the beat of his heart. His hands clenched tight, head tipping down until his chin touched his chest. Why am I such a shitty person? He had been for so long, enough that everyone thought he was mean and cruel to his best friend, that he was just a violent man with no hope of getting better. He’d hurt so many, and now he’d hurt Bokuto and Akaashi too - the two men he loved the most, with every fiber and scrap of his soul.
I hate myself. A breath shuddered out. “I hate myself,” he croaked to the empty living room.
No response came.
He closed his eyes. Slowly moved through the apartment, toes dragging on the floor as he crept through a place that no longer felt quite like home. He pushed his way into the guest bedroom. Shut the door. Pressed his forehead to it for a moment before he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into the bed, curled up tight and pressed his front to the wall. Another breath shuddered out. I can’t blame them if they hate me.
He was just so tired, an exhaustion that lay bone deep, sunk deep and impossible to remove, no matter how much he slept. Everything hurt, left him weak and trembling, and it was all he could do to breathe, to function. Iwaizumi pressed his hands to his face. Let a wry laugh bubble out as the tears finally flowed, just a scarce few.
From there, it was a swift descent into the slick self-loathing that welcomed him with open arms, familiar from the recent weeks and months.
“Let’s put the mattresses on the living room floor,” he says. “Push the couch to the wall, and the table into the kitchen. Then we’ll all fit together.”
Tetsu’s grin spreads. “You know what’d make this better? Pillow fort.”
