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night dreamer

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

quick drabble, a little angsty

You’re not really sleeping, but Akaashi thinks you are. 

Akaashi thinks a lot. When he whispers to you at night, you can’t help but listen. He talks about everything and anything; work, the cats he meets on the way to work, the nice old ladies who offer him gifts on the way home. He prays that his co-workers will make his life easier, just this once. He thinks about his old teammates a lot, he even misses being on a team sometimes, but he thinks he finds adulthood more straightforward and he likes that he has you. 

You make sure to lay still and keep your face relaxed, even when he says something unintentionally funny, you pinch yourself if you must to keep from laughing. 

Sometimes he comes so close that his breath fans across your face and you wonder if he knows you’re really awake. 

You never say anything in the morning and he never asks. 

When he whispers things which are too personal or painful, things he may not really want you to hear at all, you try to sink into darkness for his sake–into that moment where awareness and certainty isn’t tangible, so when you wake up the next day you cannot tell if his words were dream or reality. You can’t alway quite grasp it, however, and there are days where you find yourself walking around feeling riddled with his secrets. 

(It feels almost like a punishment, the recurring dream you have on nights where you feel guilty. 

He is alone, so alone and you cannot reach him. You try to hold him with ephemeral arms only for them to pass right through him. Your vanishing voice calls out for him, but he cannot hear. It’s in the moment where your fingers pulse as though they’re filled with fire, that if you reach out in that instant you’ll be able to touch him–that’s when you wake up. 

The next day, you always hold onto him tight, like he’ll disappear if you let go for even a moment.)

You’re very close to sleep tonight, if he had only waited a few minutes more you wouldn’t have heard. His murmurs are filled with affection and promise, you become conscious at the end of one of his musings. 

“…When we marry, I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to worry about anything as long as I’m here.”

Against your will, your eyes pop open, and Akaashi’s deep blue orbs are right there, staring back at you. 

You’ve always found it funny how he exhibits shock; his facial expression doesn’t change at all, though sometimes when he’s particularly surprised his eyes might widen just a fraction, he doesn’t move a muscle as though he were a prey animal at the mercy of its predator. What gives him away is how he basically stops breathing, his chest constricts and the air blowing through his nose hastens its pace as he begins to lose air capacity. 

When he recovers, the sound of him inhaling is rather deep, “Did you hear?”

You nod, “I’m sorry.”

His tone is careful, hesitant, “Is it–does it sound like something you want?”

“Did you mean it?”

A look of offense sweeps past his face, he reaches out to brush away the tinges of sleep in your eyes, “Of course. Every word.”

Your hand cups his chin, thumb stroking the underside of it admiringly as though he were made of precious stone, and you lean in to kiss him. 

“I can’t wait.”

➵ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

➵ 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➵ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟐𝐤

“Are you still single?”

It was an overused taunt between the both of you.

Miya Atsumu, the nation’s bachelor, had taken your journal away from you. His twin brother was getting married and he and his bride had hired you to ensure their day would be glorious.

“And who are you to say that, Miya-san?” You smiled after swiping your journal with all of your plans away from his sweaty hold. He stuck his tongue out when you laughed in triumph.

Each of his friends had fallen into the curse of matrimony—as Atsumu would call it. His teammates from Inarizaki, from MSBY, to the national team, and even his rivals have all settled down and some of them even had the “privilege” of having children. He had attended the majority of the weddings as the best man; and you had attended all as their wedding planner and that was how you met the ever so charming Miya Atsumu.

“What’s the excuse this time? Commitment issues? You know... you should probably be planning your own wedding soon, Y/N.” He laughed, playing with the nameplate on your desk. “We’re not getting any younger.”

“I don’t really see the need to get married. Commitment isn’t a joke, Miya-san—“

“Miya-san is my dad, just call me Atsumu.”

“I like my job, Miya-san.” You flipped through the demands of the couple. They wanted fancy but simple, memorable but special, a garden theme sounded nice but having the reception at a beach wouldn’t hurt, Elegant but hints of youth would be nice. That was as far as their requests went. The rest was up to the both of you.

Being a good friend of the bride and as the wedding planner, you had the duty of making their day perfect to suit both of their interests. As the brother of the groom, Atsumu was left in your care to help you out—a request from the couple.

Their special day rested in both of your hands.

Atsumu fumbled with his phone. “I’m just saying, most girls at our age tend to worry about settling down. And we’ve had at least seventeen weddings together in the last six years, right? Seven of them, I was the best man—not that I’m counting or anything.”

He miscounted. The both of you had seen each other at eighteen weddings total. At every wedding since the third, you would taunt each other regarding your relationship status.

He charmed a bridesmaid or cousin from two of those events but declined their company, danced on one of the tables two weddings ago and Osamu had to bring him down. He cried five weddings prior to this one because that wedding was where his first love married someone else that wasn’t him.

Rumors said he had been sleeping around since then—Atsumu would leave an indefinite and open response but his brother, Osamu, would oppose to say that Atsumu wasn’t the type to do so; and who better to believe than his own twin?

Despite all those times you mentioned you hated seeing his face at all those weddings, you loved him. When you’re about to lose your mind, he was always there to rescue you and take you away for a bit. Whenever one of the plans goes wrong, he somehow helps you come up with an alternative thanks to his connections. He was spontaneous yet reliable and you loved having him around.

And his signature cocky grin just made you just want to kiss the corners of his lips.

With a lazy yet cocky smile, Atsumu pocketed his phone. “Why don’t we get married next? That way you can finally plan the wedding of your dreams.”

“No thank you, do you have any idea how expensive weddings are?” You answered rather too fast.

“Money won’t be a concern with me.”

“It’s still a no.”

“Suit yourself.”

Five weddings ago—the same one where he cried his heart out, you slept with Atsumu Miya. The moment his warm hands pressed themselves onto your hips almost like a cry for help, you foolishly allowed him to have his way with you. He wreaked of tears, chardonnay and red wine, cologne from Ralph Lauren, and caramel tarts that night.

There was something about the way he whispered your name instead of hers like a prayer, or how his long and thick fingers stretched you out so well, how he carefully undressed you and looked at you like you were everything he wanted, how his feverish yet impatient touch burned on your skin, how his tongue felt and tasted like caramel against yours, or how he kissed you and said that he loved you.

You left immediately after he passed out on the pale white sheets of his bed. You had no place in his life. You were merely a wedding planner and he was just one of the attendees. There wasn’t a future with the both of you together.

It wasn’t love.

It was lust.

“Are you still single?” Atsumu’s habitual greeting came as he swung the door to your office open.

“As are you.” You clicked the pen in your hand while you tried to imagine a layout for the ceremony. “The groom wanted something traditional and his bride wanted something modern… I’m thinking of gray satin—“

“This isn’t the first time we worked together, right?” He immediately plopped down on the couch of your office. From where he sat, he could see fabric samples scattered and pinned on a desk, three whiteboards that blocked the windows full of table arrangements for the reception at a garden, contact numbers listed and posted all over your window.

It was messy—but you had a system.

“No it isn’t.” You looked back at him. Miya Atsumu looked so handsome and you couldn’t help but stare. He was dressed in a white tee and jeans, it was a simple outfit yet his top accentuated his broad chest and shoulders and the jeans around his thighs—

“The first was at Oikawa’s wedding or was it at Bokuto’s or Hinata’s?”

“No it was at Bokuto’s and then at Hinata’s, then it was at Oikawa’s”

He laughed, remembering how stressed you were handling all those events in a span of a year. Atsumu wondered if you ever took breaks. You rarely asked for help and never brought your personal life onto the table.

Atsumu knew so little about you.

You waved your hand in front of his face and mentioned that he was aggressively staring off into the void—too intense for your liking. It was like he was plotting a murder or something.

He pondered about a life with you. The nation’s best wedding planner and the nation’s eligible and most desired bachelor? That would certainly be a headline or a cover for a magazine.

Would you soon be wearing that navy blue dress from five weddings ago? That was his favorite dress on you.

A smile pulled at his lips, remembering how you teared up in gratitude when he managed to pull some strings and hired another media crew to document the wedding when the one you hired decided to back out on you six hours before the event.

They owed him a favor and he wanted to help you.

When you called him your hero and embraced him so tightly, he swore his heart stopped.

He wanted you to look at him like that again; seeing as how exhausted you tend to be when planning these events, you most probably needed a partner to help you out. If he had to stop volleyball, perhaps he could run this business with you—if you would allow it.

“Miya and Miya’s Wedding Planning Service.” Atsumu grinned to himself and locked eyes with you. “How does that sound to you?”

“If you and your brother are planning to buy my business from me, it’s not happening.”

“Oh, I was thinking of Miya,” Atsumu’s palm rested on top of his chest. “And Miya.” He then gestured over to you—fingers in your direction and palm facing upward.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion with a tinge of shock at the feeling of your cheeks burning. “What are you talking about—“

“Just painting a picture.” He leaned into the cushions of your couch. “It looks… less lonely and I see two happy people. What do you see?” There was a sound of an object breaking—or rather, crunching, behind him.

“Not a lot without my glasses.”

The professional athlete fished said object from the cushions and promised to buy you a new pair.

You waved it off.

One minute your face was so close to shriveling like a pathetic raisin within the walls of your office from stress, the next it was relishing in the soft breeze of the beach.

“What do you think?” Atsumu rolled the cuffs of his jeans above his ankles. “They loved driving to this spot every summer. This was where my brother and his girlfriend had their last date.”

He passed you the umbrella and dashed into the water, laughing like a child’s first time on the beach.

“Before he proposed?” The sand crunches under your toes. The resort nearby was owned by one of your cousins—it would make a great location for the reception.

“I think so.” He splashed the seawater your way and invited you to join him. You didn’t have the energy to scold him for dampening the cover of your planner.

You’ve seen him play on the court before. The way the lights would give him some sort of halo, his sweat glistening on his skin, the triumphant grin on his lips, the way his muscles tensed, his sharp eyes...

But to see him underneath the bright afternoon sun—it was different. Atsumu and the beach were a terrific mix. He was beautiful.

Atsumu was reliable, gentle when he wanted to be, a little crass and informal at times, judgemental, inviting, endearing, warm, smelled like autumn, safe and whatnot. There was just something alluring about him.

Setting your shoes and planner next to his, you roll up your slacks just below your calf muscle.

The setter beamed and cheered when you stepped into the waters and approached him. His hand was outstretched for you to take.

“We could have the wedding here.” He glanced at the waves foaming on the sand. “The bride really loves beaches so I believe we’d get plus points for having it here.“ He continued to ramble on about the possible arrangements.

You were too busy falling for him to remember that you were there to find a location for the ceremony and reception.

“I didn’t think wedding planning with you was going to be entertaining.” He squeezed your hands and softly placed his lips on the curves of your knuckles. “You know, my offer for Miya and Miya’s Wedding Planning Service is still open.”

Thirty hours until the wedding.

Everything was in place, all toxic invited guests were eliminated, never went above the budget, the bride is excited to officially wear her gown and change her surname, the groom is shaking in anxiety and finally got the acceptance of his father-in-law-to-be, none of the hired staff and crew looked like they were going to back out anytime soon...

Both parties were planning to celebrate the day before the wedding and you were planning to get some rest before you were going to be overwhelmed with pressure and stress that will come in the next couple of hours.

Five months of stressing over the pressure, planning, calls, negotiations, and connections finally paid off.

Atsumu had other plans though—he wasn’t interested drowning in blinding lights and beer that day. Leaving his brother with his peers, the setter had asked you if it was alright to see you.

How could you ever oppose?

The same taunting greeting came as soon as you both locked eyes but this time, there was a hint of hope in his tone. “Are you still single?”

“Who’s asking?” You lean on your doorframe.

“Will you be wearing the same navy blue dress you wore five weddings ago?”

“Are we going to keep asking questions—wait what?” Your stomach twisted out of shock. Navy blue dress? Five weddings ago? Does he actually remember what happened?

“I wasn’t drunk that night and neither were you.” Atsumu rubbed the back of his neck, processing the mixed emotions on your face. “I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Were you planning to match with me tomorrow?” You could not help but smile at the way the tips of his ears burned red.

“I was.”

“Navy blue is not part of the palette, remember?”

“It should have been.”

His lips tasted like cherries that afternoon.

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Akaashi Keiji - Forever be still

708 | reader-insert | Something for the hurting and the healing.

The unique dial tone Akaashi set for his very best friend had roused him from his sleep; 2:54AM flashing tiny notifications—missed calls and messages with your name.

Akaashi scrolled through the contents briefly. He was very much awake now and almost tripping over his own feet to get out of his bed as quickly as he could, grabbing his phone and the very first pieces of clothing he could find on the ground before thundering down the stairs to get to the front door.

Some nights were bad, some nights were worse, and some nights were in need of somebodies to be with. Sometimes, conversations that were hard to word had to be heard if things got too quiet. Silence could be scary, being lost in the nothing and the everything. Akaashi knew this.

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Oikawa Tooru - Makeup, Make out 

1.2k | reader-insert | Model Oikawa being your little rascal.

[suggestive content]

A/N: Please look at this wonderful fanart by ui536​. Here is their twitter as well.

Palm pressed to jaw, fingers resting against a cheekbone—the face you have in your hand is one you’ve touched and held many, many times.

Like an affectionate cat rubbing against their owner, the said face nuzzles into your touch. The small smile across his mouth sighs in content, and he blinks up at you cutely with fondness.

“Tooru,” you heave sternly. “For the last time, close your eyes.”

Oikawa’s eyes bat twice, quickly and innocently. “But I want to look at you.”

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eggyrocks save me. eggyrocks exes to lovers hinata smau save me. eggyrocks exes to lovers hinata smau where he’s on his knees begging for his girl back save me. eggyrocks-

GET BACK: PROLOGUE

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step 0: lose her

YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE

thenexttinygiant (20:31:43): im packing now, i can meet you in like 30 lore_biblio (20:34:03): okay thenexttinygiant (20:35:12): what songs should i download to listen to on the plane? lore_biblio (20:42:01): make sure tessellate by alt-j is on there

On the night that he left her, he held her in his arms and made promises.

“It’s only two years,” he had whispered in her ear, thumb drawing circles on the bare skin of her bicep. She can hear the cicadas. She can hear his heartbeat through his chest. It is steady, even, unbothered. “Two years will be over before you know it.”

They’re in the spot that’s always been theirs. A grassy knoll, secluded. One where she wiped melted ice cream off the corner of his lip. Where he braided her hair and topped it off with freshly picked flowers. Where he kissed her for the first time, and it was the first time she had ever been kissed.

The night is wet and sticky. It feels heavy, settled against her skin. Her eyes prick, and she breaths in slow and even, desperate not to cry any more than she already has.

“I’ll be waiting for you the whole time,” Shoyo says, and places a kiss on the crook of her neck, where her head meets her shoulder. “I’ll always wait for you.”

Indominable Shoyo, not fazed by anything. Not fazed by the looming two years and not fazed by being apart from her. She had begged and pleaded and cried and all she was met with was his grating, unbearable optimism. Everything will be okay. We can overcome the distance. We love each other enough to make it work.  

She doesn’t have anything to say to him. There’s nothing left for her to say. She’s voiced her concerns (calmly and collectedly), she’s begged (voice wavering and tone urgent), and nothing’s seemed to hit him. Nothing’s gotten through to him.

So she’s resigned to giving up.

She has a hard time not blaming him. Maybe a more supportive girlfriend wouldn’t. She would wave her pom poms and jump for joy at the revelation that Shoyo would be spending two entire years (twenty-four months, one-hundred and four weeks, seven-hundred and thirty days), halfway across the world. She would kiss him goodbye and promise to visit and she wouldn’t be bitter that he loves volleyball more than her.

But she’s not that girlfriend. She never was that girlfriend.

So when he rakes a hand through her hair and says, “I love you. I love you so much,” she doesn’t say anything at all.

There’s nothing left to say. Nothing left to do. Tomorrow, he will get on a plane. Tomorrow, he will leave her without looking back. Tomorrow, she won’t be his anymore.  

note: the song rec is supposed to be in the format of the old aol iming. i wish i couldve used it so bad lol. i dont care if it doesnt exist anymore. LOOK AT IT!!!

taglist: @wyrcan @thechaosoflonging @bedeater @deluluforcarlos55 @localgaytrainwreck @cherrypieyourface @httpakkeiji @does-directions @needtoloveoutloud @causenessus @kawaii-angelanne @thatonecroc @lonesomedrive @guitarstringed-scars @ahdbodhr @nbcvs @garfieldissocool @shoyobub @iheartpinky @choerry-picking @mollyrolls @stoopidbruh @yogurtkags @yuminako @rockleeisbaeeee @Lisoozi @michivrse @19calicos @sawyersloanie @bailey-reeds @staileykout @kitskasoboring @iluvaquaphor @lllaw @enervante-cochon @loveelylacey @atsumuenthusiast @qualitygiantshoepsychic @alpha-mommy69 @acowboykisser @milesmoralesluvs @Himbo_joestar @kinsies-blog @3lectraheart @1lovestrawberrymilk (if i could not tag you, please check your user & make sure it is correct, if i can’t tag you for two chapters in a row i will remove you to make room for more people)

as i read this fic i become more and more delusional (in the way atsumu is delusional over yn) because why are me and this random fanfic version of iwaizumi soulmates…

reading brave new world for a college class, standing like a father watching tv, strange fixation on gnomeo and juliet… eggyrocks i need you to make this man real

35MM CHAPTER ELEVEN: haed

track number eleven: blue light by mazzy star

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-> fun facts!

iwa just wants to watch a fun movie for movie night but all of his roommates are dedicated to watching boring artsy movies or cliche action or three hour fantasies

he just wants a goofy 90 minute romp is that too much to ask

the omegaverse gc argued for like the entire car ride over there on who would be dd they just knew it couldn't be akaashi

but the second they got in the bar they sorta werelike "ehhhhh worst comes to worst we'll uber" and then forgot about it for the rest of the night

yn and noya spent actual hours on the brownies only to realize that they couldn't add in the ground bud as like, seasoning to the batter and there was an entire process of steeping it in butter and everything

but by the time they realized the brownies were in the oven and they wasted like $20 worth of weed

yn and iwa did not drink during movie night; kenma and noya definitely did

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I would die for arranged marriage kita, oh to give him forehead and tummy kisses and make him feel loved

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you kiss his tummy for the first time and he APOLOGIZES.

"I-" his accent is usually barely noticeable, but when he's flustered, its thick and heavy. A side you rarely get to see of him, like a performance he's forgotten to continue, "I'm sorry, I should be in better shape for you- I don't got abs or nothing-"

it takes hundreds of kisses for him to finally believe you really do like his body just the way it is

i ruined my eyeliner reading this help

tell me where you are, honey

So, I should tell you that that this is not my fiction, its heavily based on real life. If you want to check it out, the mentioned band is a Turkish band called ‘Duman’.

Genre and warnings: hey guys? This is pure angst. Just angst. Heavy heavy angst. First of all, major character death (not Suna), tw: mentions of suicide, tw: mentions of death, tw: mentions of depression and anxiety, mentions of alcohol, if there’s anything else please tell me!

Suna closes his eyes as he sings the words, trying to forget the uneasy feeling stirring in his chest. 

He feels the sweat drip from the sides of his face, making him glisten under the blueish lights of the bar. 

A chilly wind makes his overheated body shiver. Your face comes before his eyes, and Suna can’t help the bitter smile finding its way on his lips. He stopped taking song requests a long time ago, so instead, he leans to the mic and asks how’s the night going with a broken but charming smile that makes the crowd excited.

It has been a while. Suna shouldn’t feel a lump in his throat, a stinging in his eyes. But he does. He can’t help it when a fan calls out to him, asking for the song. 

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I HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING THIS STORY THE ENTIRE TIME- I LOVE IT SO MUCH. KENMA’S ENDING MADE ME CRY. THE SONG CHOICS WAS ELITE. MORE IN THE TAGS EHSHSHABDHAH

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starring - miya atsumu | miya osamu | kozume kenma | kuroo tetsurō | bokuto kotarou | akaashi keiji | sugawara koushi | sawamura daichi | oikawa toorū | iwaizumi hajime | sakusa kiyoomi

summary - as an up and coming youtuber, you thought it would be beneficial to join a content house with your old childhood friend meiko, but as time went by, you realized things were not as they seemed. with only 6 months left on your contract, will your housemates finally open their eyes and see how horribly they’ve been treating you or will you leave with a heavy mind and an even heavier heart?

genre - youtuber!au, college!au, ANGST, ANGST ANGST, literally cannot warn u enough it is so much angst, tiny bit of crack, eventual fluff, eventual choose-your-man endings, enemies to lovers type beat, reverse harem

warnings - TW ATTEMPTED SEXUAL A*SAULT AND ATTEMPTED MURDER, hi yes ANGST, manipulation (not by you to the boys or the boys to you), ur faves are rlly mean at first, swearing, drinking, just everyone sucks but you & atsumu lol, minimal fluff, not soft at first (it takes a minute)

taglist - CLOSED!

status - ongoing! updates monday-friday @ 12pm CT

profiles 01 || profiles 02

i. lol who asked

ii. not the tyra slander

iii. a crack in the facade

iv. movie night :/

v. evidence. please.

vi. too attached

vii. not helpful

viii. vacation!!!!!

ix. shattered

x. ick

xi. come quick

xii. tell me everything

xiii. talking it out

xiv. k fuck you meiko

xv. cigarettes and tears (tw sexual assault‼️)

xvi. whenever you’re ready

xvii. charmed

xviii. but… why?

xix. try, for him

xx. alone time :)

→ missing screenshots from xx ;-;

xxi. actual murder

xxii. a boy worth fighting for

xxiii. exiled

xxiv. stfu, jesus

xxv. insecurities :(

xxvi. a gift, truly

xxvii. did a number on you,,

xxviii. the yn project

xxix. you are loved :)

xxx. literally shut up iwaizumi

xxxi. walk for me, serve

xxxii. god speed your love to me

xxxiii. ‘bunched panties’

xxxiv. take care of yourself, iwaizumi-san

xxxv. so… this is it

xxxvi. brand new manager-chan

xxxvii. investigation: start!

xxxviii. whatever it takes

xxxix. she’ll be okay

xl. get in losers, we’re going shopping

xli. disruption

xlii. be better

xliii. what you deserve

xliv. ok, go off queen

xlv. intermission

xlvi. can we talk?

xlvii. lemme see the drip

xlviii. frozen

xlix. the least he could do

l. let me be here for you

li. the doctor and the asshole

lii. change for the better

liii. that’s a lil sus

liv. limo karaoke

lv. one way or another

lvi. stress pets

lvii. deflection

lviii. it’s over

lix. not like this

lx. i’ll be just fine

endings!!

miya atsumu - me and my husband

kozume kenma - home

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this- i- OH MY GOSH IT WAS SO CUTE ☺️😩🥺

literally i loved this series all the way through, every single route was so adorable and funny. pure fluff (besides h*m but we don’t talk about that)

ANYWAYS 😃 akaashi was so fucking funny in this- turning me into an akaashi simp even though he was a side character i-

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↳ synopsis. y/n l/n is a first-year from nekoma who moves to karasuno in order to heal from her past toxic relationship. everything appears to be moving along smoothly, until her ex gets in touch with her again. what happens when a last-minute decision ends with her pretending to date one of the first-year boys on the volleyball team?

- status. completed ! (started november 6, 2020)

- pairings. kageyama, tsukishima, hinata, yamaguchi x female reader

- genre. fake dating to lovers au, fluff, crack, probably won’t have any angst

- warnings. mentions of a toxic relationship, stalking, swearing, maybe some suggestive themes, you might lose some braincells reading this

- a/n. hi loves ! this is my first smau lol i’m so excited for this :)) updates might not be regular, but i’ll try to update as frequently as i can. 

also shoutout to @nerdybreadcollaborative​ for helping me proofread this because my first language is in fact not english 🤩

y/n’s brothers 😾👊 | karasuno’s idiot parade

track 01 - good lick

track 02 - lev’s frog obsession 

track 03 - wait a minute

track 04 - ‘friends’

track 05 - greetings gay boy

track 06 - bar-be-que!!!

track 07 - 8 ball

track 08 - shit x5

hinata’s playlist

track 01 - thanks 😃👍👍

track 02 - studying

track 03 - creep

track 04 - ascending to the heavens

track 05 - ¥2000

track 06 - sunrise | written chapter

kageyama’s playlist

track 01 - manifested 😌✨

track 02 - men 😔‼️

track 03 - master chef up in this bitch

track 04 - kiss it better

track 05 - childhood sweethearts

track 06 - future queen | written chapter

tsukishima’s playlist

track 01 - back pocket

track 02 - 🥺🥺

track 03 - 8:27 am

track 04 - meteor shower

track 05 - shoujo animes

track 06 - outstretched arms | written chapter

yamaguchi’s playlist

track 01 - good friend(?)

track 02 - your honour: i am in love with this man

track 03 - baby plants 😻

track 04 - assertive yamaguchi

track 05 - final boss

track 06 - sunset | written chapter

this smau is completed.

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OKAY, UMMMM???

THIS WAS SO AMAZING. i love these boys, i love smau’s, and i fiND THIS MASTERPIECE 🥰🤩😩

i genuinely smiled throughout binge reading the whole story and i just- 🥺 they’re so cute

TELEGRAPH AVE [smau] || masterlist

>> from the moment she’d met him, matsukawa issei had done nothing but make her life a living hell. years of annoying her on a daily basis for the sake of his own entertainment. it’s like there’s no escaping him, even in college. her only saving grace is his best friend – her best friend – who’s stuck in the middle. so after years of watching them fight, makki’s got a plan. a really bad plan. but what happens when they realize they’ve all been hiding something – something that could change the dynamic of the entire group? << 

pairing : matsukawa issei x f!reader x hanamaki takahiro [poly au]

genres : college!au, crack!au, humor, fluff, will def end up being nsfw at some point, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers

warnings : nsfw language and eventually content, marijuana and alchohol, an unprecedented amount of swearing on this blog, the inside of my mind is a chaotic place so i apologize in advance

a/n : this au idea came to me in a fever dream and refuses to back off so here we go 

status : ongoing

start date : [11/23/2020]

end date : [02/03/2021]

update schedule : MWF [twice per day]

taglist : [closed]

masterlist

>> playlist <<

intros pt. 1 || intros pt. 2

[1] shut up bitch basket

[2] i hate it here

[3] no fighting

[4] coexisting peacefully??

[5] please tell me it’s taco tuesday

[6] this mf

[7] matsukawa issei to the rescue???

[8] keep lying to yourself

[9] im trapped

[10] that’s clingy makki for you

[11] was it that bitch kindaichi

[12] right,,, haha anyways

[13] mind your business, rat

[14] kick his ass babe

[15] i think we need to talk

[16] like how horses get???

[17] MAKKI WANTS A THREESOME

[18] damn they broke her

[19] everyone say ‘thank you suna’

[20] POWER RANGERS ASSEMBLE

[21] i said he had smol peepee energy

[22] EMERGENCY LEVEL 10

[23/final] awwww he does love us

[epilogue] all i wanted was one fish date

THIS IS SO CUTE, literally just what i needed right now. i love this so much, tsukki being soft is one of my favorite things 🥺🥰💖

observant

summary: feeling insecure about yourself, you change your eating habits and your whole mindset about your body. Tsukishima Kei, your observant classmate and acquiantance, notices.

pairing: tsukishima x reader

words: 3,367

contains: implied eating disorder, angst, and fluff.

A/N: i’ve been feeling insecure about myself for the longest time, so i decided to write about it and since i’ve been obsessed with tsukki for the longest time, i wrote about him hehe. here’s to all the girls that struggle to love theirselves. pls know that you’re perfect the way you are and you don’t have to society’s standards!! 💛

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Tsukishima Kei has always been observant.

It’s the reason why he’s so good at volleyball. His keen eyes always pick up the opponents’ habits and the loopholes in their attacks, which is why he’s able to counter whatever they do. He’s constantly thinking—there’s never a moment where the gears in his head stop moving.

And that’s why he notices the way you barely eat anymore.

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Reader Characters: Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: im like a month late, but this is in honor of the movie, Had to do it, IT WAS SOOO GOOD, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Minecraft Mechanics, kenma as a minecraft player, Secret Relationship, kenma brainrot go brr, kuroo is an idiot, hinata is a sunshine Summary:

Kenma's eyes widen as he realizes what's happening. "Babe!" Goddamit, why are you so suicidal? Kenma quickly takes out his bow and shoots arrows at the Warden, trying to get his attention off of you and onto him. And it works!

kittywashere: yall heard that?

or: Kenma accidentally exposes your relationship to the world.

the first thing that popped on my head when i saw this was Hoshi and his horanghae agenda... and lemme tell ya i think kuroo would 100% be on-board with that

*implied mental illness*

Atsumu has been monitoring your behaviour for the last three days; large, hooded eyes followed your every movement and scanned even the little twitches of your brows. He made sure that you never left his field of vision. This wasn't because of his lack of knowledge about you - really, ask him anything about you and he wouldn't even take five seconds to think.

Your favorite food?

The classic chicken burger from Wendy's, and if you were hungry enough, with fries and a wrap. And for drinks, it was always coke - or sometimes when you're craving something sweet, a mango milkshake.

Favorite way to style your hair?

Trick question; you liked your hair down. You once said that it hurt your scalp too much whenever you put your hair in a ponytail.

Favorite movie?

Another trick question; you prefer to read.

He also knew the most obscure details about you too. For example, you tend to wash cups and glasses first before the bowls and plates, then forks and spoons for the ending. Or the fact that you only sneeze in the morning, and that too at least five times. Or, the most scariest of all to Atsumu, that you never seem to blink at all.

No, Atsumu prided himself on being the encyclopedia of you. Which was why he noticed there was something off about you. Sure, every time he came home he was greeted with the same smile he fell in love with five years ago; and sure, you were up and about every day, doing housework as well as maintaining the status of being a responsible college student. And yes, you were eating and drinking every day even without Atsumu's presence.

But Atsumu also knew that it took you an hour to get out of bed. He'd watch you go into the bathroom, do your business, and come out to make breakfast. Yet, your toothbrush remained dry. You never neglected your showers but took an extra thirty minutes every time, which prompted Atsumu to sit outside, leaning against the bathroom door, for anything that might remotely sound like cries. You ate and drank but he swore you always took one spoonful and one gulp the whole time, opting instead to ask about Atsumu's day. You barely went outside these days when your favorite dates used to be the ones where the both of you took advantage of the warm sun as you strolled along the parks.

Little by little, Atsumu had collected as much evidence as he could, determining at last that something was bothering you. And so, he waited. He waited for you to come to him because he didn't want to invade your privacy lest he assumed something wrong and upset you even more.

But you never did.

You continued on; you smiled but never enough to show your teeth, you woke up every morning after a night of muffling your cries, you went about your day without a break even though you barely had any energy.

And it was hurting him.

"Hey."

You looked up at him from the project you were working on, tired smile on your face. "Hey."

Atsumu frowned at how hoarse your voice had gotten. "I want to talk about something."

"Oh? Did something happen at practice today?"

Atsumu's heart warmed when you started to check his hands, the crevices of his fingers, then to his face. How can you be this selfless, he wondered. You hadn't been doing well, yet here you were, worrying about Atsumu when he should be the least of your concern.

He took your hands into his, pressed kissed upon your knuckles. "No, nothing happened to me. Don't worry."

You deflated immediately. "Don't scare me like that." You pouted and it was all Atsumu could do before he had to avert his eyes. "What is it, Atsumu?"

"Don't think I haven't noticed it, love."

You halted. "Wh-what?"

Atsumu frowned, then stared into your eyes. He knew how much you hated confrontations, second only to direct eye-contact, but he had to do this. He couldn't let you suffer like this. "Are you okay?"

Your eyes widened. Before you could deny anything, however, Atsumu continued in a soft voice: "I've noticed you ... you aren't - well, you don't look okay. You haven't been the best for a while, and - and I'm getting worried. I was gonna let you have your space, I thought that that's what your needed from me, so I didn't say anything for a while, but ... but you haven't said anything. And I'm afraid you'll only get worse if I didn't say anything so I -"

"I thought no one noticed."

Atsumu wondered if you knew you had just completely wrecked his heart. "Babe, you are not invisible. I care so much about you and it hurts me that you've been suffering alone. I - god, I should've done something. I'm sorry I've failed you."

"Hey, no." You grabbed his face, shaking your head. "Don't apologize, you did what you could, Atsumu, I don't blame you for not knowing what to do. I - I should apologise. I'm sorry I haven't been the best, I know it must've been so confusing for you. It's been confusing for me too and I don't know why-"

Atsumu enveloped you as soon as he saw those teardrops roll down your cheeks. It hurt to know how much you were hurting all this time, and he wasn't able to do anything about it. Hell, he hated himself for waiting so long. You wept onto the crook of his neck, muffling your apologies.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't need to apologize. It happens. You're only human, babe, and human emotions are difficult to deal with."

The both of you stayed like that for a while, clutching onto whatever you could as if the other would disappear any second. When you'd calmed down enough, you broke apart, and instantly Atsumu was smoothing out your hair, wiping away your tears, asking you if you're okay.

You smiled. "Thank you."

"You deserve it, love." Atsumu pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You wanna tell me what's going on? And no pressure, I won't judge you. If you want, I can wait still. Whatever is comfortable for you."

And he promised, he'd never fail you again.

bokuto: i think im gonna do well in probability (chapter in maths)

akaashi: really? you know all the formulas???

bokuto: theres formulas in probability???!!!