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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.

-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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summary: Atsumu x Reader. task failed successfully

word count: 1.2k

cw: kissing, alcohol mention, kissing With Feelings

a/n: hi hey @kouyurii i made you something... hope u like aha i have like three different drafts now because i couldn't decide on a plot LOL anyway congrats on surviving exams!!! i apologize for taking some liberties bc obviously... i couldn't ask SHDFHS but i promise it was killing me not to <3

Kiss a stranger. 

You’d laughed when your friends had suggested it last December, drunk on bubbles (champagne or soap, who cared), making your lists for the new year. The idea was... out of character, ridiculous, unthinkable.

"Honestly," you'd said, head hanging upside-down off the couch. "I just want to finally get over... you know."

You know was a reference to the star setter of your year at Inarizaki, the bottle-blond you'd been enamored with since you set eyes on him in class. The crush, as they often do, worked against you, though, and you never seemed to gather the confidence to say whatever came into your head that might have brought you closer to Miya Atsumu whenever you got the opportunity to talk to him. You knew the way your heart beat when you caught a glimpse of his brown eyes and toothy smile was just a symptom of infatuation, that you were holding shallow feelings you should have been easily able to push aside, but you just weren't.

For obvious reasons, nothing ever did come of it.

You had tried over and over to get over Atsumu, but in the face of the fact that you'd never see him again after graduation, you knew that this would be the time you did.

Your friends were all for it, as supportive as friends should be. They had thrown out a myriad of strategies for losing feelings, and they only spiraled further into the absurd after kiss a stranger had been suggested. Eventually, you'd thrown out the list and forgotten about almost all of it.

Almost.

There isn't any alcohol in your system to blame it on, nothing but the thrum of bass in your blood and the dark, crowded room making you feel somehow lonelier than ever. The words beat over and over in your head, daring you to do it.

As you contemplate, letting go of your body to mindlessly move as best you can in the crush of people, the music quiets. The artist onstage (you can't remember the band's name, just that you'd jumped at the chance to go out after a grueling semester at university) shouts something you only barely get the gist of, encouraging the crowd to wind itself up in preparation of the beat drop's release. You look around yourself, and—on your left.

You catch a flash of toned blond hair, shades lighter than Atsumu's golden strands. It's too dark to discern his facial features, but you can tell he's around your age, moving with an ease you envy. Before you can stop yourself, your arm shoots out, a hand landing on his shoulder.

Beat.

You can't tell if it's the music or your blood rushing in your ears.

He turns to you, something you can feel more than see as the lights dim further. You flail for words for a moment, while he reaches up and takes your wrist, lightly, not taking it off but just establishing a mutual point of contact between you. There's a question in the movement.

Beat.

"Kiss a stranger!" You yell succinctly, hoping he can hear you when you can barely hear yourself. "For my bucket list?"

He drops your hand, and your cheeks burn. You're so glad he can't see you. At least you tried, you console yourself. At least you were brave.

You feel calloused fingers at the base of your throat; you jerk in surprise, though it's not even hard enough to be considered a poke. Apologetically, his touch retreats so those rough digits ghost over you as they move up, mapping your skin with a reverence you hadn't expected from a strange man in this crowd. None of this—is expected.

He tilts your head up a few degrees with a light pressure, until your dilated pupils focus on the stranger's eyes, shining in the dark. They're crinkled at the corners, you think, like he's smiling just a little. You're not thinking of high school Atsumu's smile, now.

Beat.

He steps closer, and with the help of the oblivious people around you, you find yourself pressed to him, almost leaning on him to keep from falling over. The music seems far away, drowned out, now. You're stuck in a little, nearly airless bubble with this man, about to kiss him, the moment so close you can nearly taste it.

Beat.

He takes his time, doesn't lean in yet, and when you press onto your tiptoes you think you can hear him laugh a little. The sound reflects through you onto your lips, and you inhale deeply, trying to clear your fuzzy mind—

Beat.

He kisses you. Around you, the world fills with sound again as the bass drops; the people around you push into you and dance around you, but you don't notice any of it, caught up in the way he moves against you. Your arms are thrown around his neck, over his shoulders, and you can feel sturdy muscles flexing beneath your weight. One of his hands, the hands you love, cups your face, the caress tender even as his tongue does things you didn't know could be done, and this is hardly your first kiss.

It feels like it, though, a kiss that marks the beginning of the rest of your life. A kiss that sends you up in flames, burning away all the regrets that came before it. A kiss that feels, strangely, like coming home.

You separate when you have to breathe, though you both wait until there's no other choice, reluctant to part. He angles his head and presses a softer kiss to your lips and then more down your jaw, chasing you even as you suck in air.

He's your rock, you think dizzily, he's anchoring you in a swirling stream of people. Maybe you're rebounding, or maybe—there was something more than a check mark and a laugh in his kiss.

You can't have been the only one who felt it. You can't.

He puts his arms around you, swaying you to the beat.

"You're somethin' else," he says into your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You know that voice.

You jerk away, spine stiffening even though you can still feel liquid gold pooling in your very bone marrow. You can't travel very far, but you make enough space for yourself to look up at him, squinting in the dark.

The lights flash on, washing you and Atsumu in pink, blue, blinding white. You can see it when the spark of recognition lights in his brown eyes, preparing yourself for the reaction that'll come in a split second. Time slows down.

He does something you don't expect.

He says your name, awed, involuntary, the way you had the first time you'd come to one of his oft-advertised volleyball games, and reaches out to pull you back, closer. You stumble over your feet, eyes wide. He grins, the toothy smile you'd loved all grown up.

"I was tryin' to get over you, you jerk," he says against your lips, and your gasp is swallowed all over again when he comes back to you.

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Atsumu and Osamu

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Everything so funny when you're with your most beloved friends

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꒰ WHEN HE’S CLOSE TO LOSING YOU ꒱

↳ note ⨾ ouch…. requested by anon! <3 ↳ genre ⨾ angst ↳ warning ⨾ yelling, the boys are mean >:(, mentions of clingines, insecurity and jealousy ↳ feat. iwaizumi, sakusa & tsukishima

ʚ IWAIZUMI ɞ

you can’t even recall how the argument began in the first place. was it because the home was in disarray when the two of you returned from work? was it the full sink of dirty dishes? was it the fact that you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for what felt like weeks? sure, you slept in the same bed and shared a bathroom in the mornings but beyond that, you can’t recall the last time you spent quality time with iwaizumi.

so, what you thought would’ve been an easy confrontation about the issue, maybe ending with a sweet kiss to your lips and promise to try and get more time off, turns out becoming a full blown argument.

“i can’t just ask for more time off, y/n,” iwaizumi yells, glaring at the disapproving expression on your face. “it’s not like i can waltz up to my boss and ask to work remotely some days like you.”

“like me? i was offered the position!” you quickly refute, huffing in annoyance that he brought that up as an argument. it wasn’t your doing that you purposefully asked to be able to work from home; the opportunity presented itself to you and you gladly accepted it.

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Shade | Oikawa Tooru

Summary: Oikawa wants to break up because the shade of his once bright relationship has darkened and it’s his fault for not loving her enough.

Word count: 2,471k

Fic notes + warnings: Oikawa x fem!reader, mentions of fluff (through flashbacks), angst, mentions of cheating, one-shot, swearing(?), established relationship, song fic, based off of Shade by Yukika.

Song link: https://youtu.be/rK69AriTIZc

Note from the author: Hi, hello! So, this is probably one of my first ever angst fics and I have been meaning to write this for MONTHS now and haven’t had time. Once I heard this song I knew I had to write something based off the lyrics! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sorry if there is any errors in grammar or any of that, I’m too lazy to edit. Lots of love! -Cyber

Let’s break up,

Oikawa stared at the ceiling of his bedroom with a peacefully sleeping (Y/n) by his side. His mind scattered with the only coherent thought being the thought of breaking off his relationship with his current girlfriend. At this point, He knew it couldn’t stay just a thought and that it had to be an action made in his part. He needed to break things off. 

The longer he stared at his ceiling the worse his thoughts got and the twist in his stomach tightened.

Because I’m a bad person, because I don’t love you.

Tooru glanced over at (Y/n)’s sleeping form and felt his heart clench. He knew what he was doing was horrible. He knew he was a horrible person for staying after what he did. He was horrible for not loving her the way he used to. She deserved to be loved but he couldn’t give that to her.

Your shade is darkness to me, goodbye.

Staring at (Y/n) peacefully sleeping, he couldn’t help but feel this disgusting guilt in himself over what he had done and her not knowing anything. It made her once warm, bright, caring nature feel dark and all because of his own guilt. All of this because of something he did to someone who didn’t deserve it. Someone who didn’t know what he did.

Maybe it wasn’t love between us. Was that an unjustified, meaningless relationship?

Tooru rationalized with himself almost every night that their relationship was just a simple, forgettable high school relationship. One that people would call silly in the future due to them thinking it was truly love. He was right, wasn’t he? They were only in high school, it’s not like those relationships last. That’s what he told himself. Though, he knew the truth. He knew that (Y/n) was possibly the best thing to happen to him. That (Y/n) loved and trusted him. She accepted him for himself, his flaws, and never once wanted him to change. She loved him for who he was even though he felt he didn’t deserve it.

The momentary tremble, the momentary joy

Tooru felt like his heart was about to explode as he awaited (Y/n)’s answer. Her (e/c) eyes staring at him wide and her whole face covered in shock. It felt like hours to him as he waited for her to answer. Suddenly, he heard a laugh. A laugh he had grown to love throughout his time getting to know the girl. One that never failed to make his face break out into a smile.

“You’re telling me, the Oikawa Tooru: Captain and setter of Seijoh; Aoba Josai’s idol, is asking me out?” She asked smugly while smirking up at him. “what happened to ‘My only love is volleyball’, hmm?” she chuckled as she referenced what he had once said to a confession he had gotten earlier that year. The sentence alone was enough to make his face heat up in embarrassment.

“You know I only said that to get her to leave me alone!” He huffed making her laugh once more.

“No way! Are you embarrassed, Tooru-kun?” (Y/n) teased. Tooru glared slightly at her response and swallowed back the slight hurt from her lack of answer. “You know what, let’s just forget about this, (Y/n)-chan…okay? I’ll see you later.” He quickly dusted off what he said earlier and smiled to save face from the embarrassment of being rejected. Turning on his heel ready to forget this happened and head to practice.

“Wait, Tooru!” She quickly grabbed his hand, “I’m sorry, I would love to go out with you.” Her voice trembled slightly like she suddenly realized he was serious about his confession. Those trembly words were enough to send his heart into overdrive. Before she knew it, Oikawa scooped her up in his arms and smiled.

“Tooru!” She squeaked out of surprise. There was a beat of silence as he held her and took in the joy of this moment.

“(Y/n)-chan?”

“hm?”

“I’m so getting you back for teasing me earlier.”

Those emotions sometimes become an after-image that torments me

His stomach twisted remembering that day. He remembers the pure happiness he felt when he finally told her his feelings. The days after where he would tease her just to see her get embarrassed, where they would do stupid things together, where they would just want to be with each other for the hell of it. Those once amazing times made him feel sick and he knew he was at fault for it. All because he felt unfulfilled with the endless love he was given. All because he was selfish and wanted more. 

Tooru’s eyes stung with tears as he realized the weight of what he had truly done. Just staring at her was causing him to feel guilty. Quickly turning away from her, he stared at his bedroom wall and waited for sleep to consume him.

Let’s break up, because I am a bad person. Because I don’t love you. Your shade is darkness to me.

It was morning after the long night. (Y/n) was in the living room talking on the phone with her mother while Oikawa slowly made his way out of his room. He didn’t want to face her. Last night was hard enough, but he couldn’t tell her no when she asked to stay the night with him. He made his way to the living room hoping she would be to busy on the phone to notice him. He wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. He didn’t want to hurt her but if he didn’t tell her then it would only cause more pain.

but could he even handle that pain? Could he handle no longer having her in his life? 

“Oh! Morning, Tooru!” 

He was too caught up in his thoughts to realize that he was in the living room. (Y/n) greeted at him with a bright smile and quickly went to end the call with her mother.

Stop it. I don’t want to be sorry anymore. I don’t want to see you being kind anymore. Would you hate me? Goodbye.

Tooru tensed slightly as she ended the call and turned to him once more. She was quick to see his change in body language and tilted her head in concern, “Hey, are you okay?”

That question felt like he was being punched in the gut. He couldn’t stand her caring for him after his unfaithful actions. He couldn’t stand any of the situation anymore. Even though he wanted to wait to have this conversation his guilt was eating him alive. He would rather see her angry and yelling at him than her being so caring after him doing what he did.

“We need to talk” the words quickly left his mouth.

Memories can sometimes wear a smiley mask when the truth isn’t really like that

(Y/n) was quick to agree and sat next to him on the couch. She seemed to notice his off actions. In honesty, He knew she has taken notice the past couple of days. He was avoiding her in the halls when at school. He would only see her in the mornings before class, during lunch, and during practice. Even during those times he wasn’t himself. He wasn’t her Tooru. His usually playfulness was forced. His eyes didn’t match his smile but she never questioned. He knew she wanted to believe everything was fine yet even she knew everything wasn’t fine.

“Let’s break up.” As he said those words, it seemed they both felt as if ice water was dumped on them. It was quiet. (Y/n) stared at him as if searching for reason while Tooru felt his stomach twist knowing her next move.

“Why?”

It was a simple question yet it felt like one of the hardest that Tooru had ever answered in his whole life.

By you, I wish I wasn’t engraved in you mind like a cold you once had. I don’t want be your past.

He felt like he couldn’t answer. He knew that she truly loved him. He knew that this would hurt her deeply. He was someone that was deep into her life, someone that, if they left, would leave a scar on them. He absolutely hated that he was that engraved into her life. 

(Y/n) was his best friend before he became her boyfriend. He didn’t want all that to be done. He truly didn’t want to be just in her past and nothing more than a douchebag boyfriend. He didn’t want her gone from his life but he knew that he deserved to just be someone from her past. That she would move on with her life and he wouldn’t be apart of it. 

Her gaze seemed to refuse to leave his face as she waited for the answer. He hated that he could already see the hurt in her face. It was probably mirrored on his own. Tooru knew the next words to fall from his mouth would sting the both of them, but it had to be said. It needed to be said.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Silence.

After a moment, a wobbly pained smile made it onto (Y/n)’s face. “I understand.”, She whispered out trying to cover the obvious pain in her voice. Her eyes were slowly filling with tears that she seemed to be fighting off. Tooru felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn with the same tears as hers. He had no right to cry after the harsh words he said to her but he couldn’t help it.

Now, there’s nothing between us. I don’t want you to try hard to bother me, it’ll be harder for me.

“Can we still be friends?” She asked weakly as she stood from her seat, her body no longer facing him. He knew she was crying and trying not to let him see. That action itself was enough to get a few tears to slip from his stinging eyes. A sob was bubbling in his chest but he forced it down.

Could they still be friends? 

He pondered over it before. As much as he wants to still be in her life, he knew he couldn’t. Every time he would look at her, he knew he would feel guilt and the pain of his own actions. Looking at her alone would make him want to hug her and tell her he was sorry hundreds of times, and he knew she would forgive him; but he didn’t deserve forgiveness. He needed to suffer for what he did to someone who deserved nothing but the world. Even if it meant losing an old friend. 

After a long silence, she knew his answer. Once again, she nodded as if she understood and quickly cleared her throat. “Okay then…Goodbye, Tooru….” The sentence died at the end of her throat as if she had one more thing to say but couldn’t bring herself to say it. Tooru got up and walked her to the front door. He refused to meet her eyes as he opened the door for her. 

“I love you” were the only words she said as she swiftly left.

Will I be okay by myself? Will I be okay without you? I’m afraid, but the longer we hold on it’ll be more painful.

That night Oikawa laid in his bed, chest aching, eyes red from tears, and phone in hand .He questioned himself millions of times after what happened. Staring at the picture of the two of them on his home screen kept taunting him with the questions if he would truly be fine without (Y/n) in his life. Someone he considered his best friend. Someone who taught him that it was okay to not be the best. Someone who didn’t judge him if he broke down from the stress of everything.

Deep down he knew that if he never broke it off, (Y/n) would only suffer more. That he would suffer as well but that his suffering was deserved. He was selfish but he couldn’t let someone innocent be in pain because of his infidelity. If he had held onto her, she would no longer be the bright light that others needed.

Slowly, Tooru turned off his phone and closed his eyes finally letting himself sob. Letting himself understand the loss he caused and the pain he gave someone he deeply cared for.

Let’s break up,

Months have passed. Time has moved on, but Oikawa hasn’t. Everything still hurt as fresh as the day he cheated. The day he ruined everything. 

No one noticed though. On the outside, Tooru was still that happy-go-lucky, flirty, confident volleyball captain that girls loved. No one could tell that he was still suffering from his own actions months ago. The only one that was ever able to tell when Tooru was faking was (Y/n) and she has moved on, no longer apart of his life. 

Wondering the halls, He was quickly pulled to stop when he heard a familiar laugh. One that he used to love but now only reminded him of his disgusting actions. He should’ve kept walking but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know how she was, if she was happy, if she hated him, he didn’t care. He wanted to just see her once more.

I don’t want to be sorry anymore. I don’t want to see you being kind anymore. Would you hate me?

As his brown eyes made their way towards the sound, he spotted her.

She looked happy and laughing with a friend of hers. His heart felt like it was squeezed when she looked over in his direction. What was going to happen? Would she instantly ignore him? He wouldn’t be hurt if she did.

But it didn’t happened.

(Y/n)’s eye met Tooru’s and she smiled. A smile that held no malice, no pain, no anger. She lifted her hand and gently waved in his direction, the soft smile never leaving her face as she did so and with a small nod in his direction, she walked off with her friend.

Tooru felt sick. He felt confused. Why didn’t she hate him? Why did she still treat him so kindly? Seeing her treat him kindly hurt so much worse than if she hated him. He wished she would hate him. If she hated him, the pain would stop. He did nothing but hurt her; yet here she was still treating him with that warm, bright kindness that brought him to her in the first place.

He stood staring at the spot she once stood and with his heart aching realized that he was finally just someone from her past.

Goodbye

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SEVENTEEN - Rock With You OT13

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HQ characters + seemingly unrequited love

Excerpts of unrequited romantic feelings between you and the person you’re in love with.

Pairing: fem!Reader x timeskip!character

Characters: Atsumu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Rintarō Suna, Tōru Oikawa

Content warnings: timeskip manga spoilers, angst, temporarily unrequited love, hurt with mild comfort, miscommunication, references to implied depression (Matsukawa), mentions of alcohol and hangover (Suna)

Word count: around 400 or 500 words for each pairing

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summary: You’d sworn you didn’t want anything to do with your father, or with your family business. You’d left the country for college, and by the time you’d started your second year of grad school your old life felt like a distant untrustworthy memory.

When your father calls you in late November to tell you he’s dying, your carefully constructed boundaries crumble. You agree to come home for Christmas, on the condition that you help him sort out his will. 

By the time your plane lands, it’s too late. He’s died under mysterious circumstances while your plane was in the air, if you can trust Iwaizumi, and you’ve never trusted Iwaizumi. 

Chaos ensues, when millions of dollars, thousands of weapons, and a thriving criminal enterprise are willed directly to you - and your husband. 

Just one problem? You’re not married. Yet. 

genre: fluff, smut, angst, we’re doing it all. 

Oikawa Tooru - Your high school bully, and also the man your father hoped you’d choose. Tall, handsome, gregarious, years of running a complex criminal organization has dulled his more, violent tendencies. He wants to make amends. Do you want to hear him out? 

Kuroo Tetsorou - A relatively new player, this suave med school drop out turned arms dealer has an answer for every question you ask him. The question is, is any of it true?�� 

Bokuto Kotaro - Boisterous and easily excited, the famous hitman finally has to settle down and lead. The crush you had on his right hand man, Akaashi, all throughout high school surely won’t complicate things, right? 

Daichi Sawamura - Your fathers former right hand man thinks you should take over the family and rule with him, and there’s a fatherly softness in his dark eyes. But does he have his own agenda? 

Ushijima Wakatoshi - Somber, formal, and ruthlessly competant, Ushijima runs the drug trade in Tokyo. He makes it clear that his intentions aren’t romantic, but his words and his actions don’t quite line up. 

Futakuchi Kenji - A young man who just took over for his father a few months ago. Sure, he’s floundering, but the influx of cash, men, and surprisingly, your calm competance and leadership is exactly what he needs. 

Kita Shinsuke - Quiet, gentle, and steadfast, Kita rules his empire from a vast country estate. But what’s buried under the garden he tends to so carefully? 

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my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented

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“Because of you I have reason to live. Someone to protect and someone to love”

#no anime can make me cry harder #maybe ylia #but still

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this post embodies my crisis rn

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haikyuu fic recs #1

or: a masterlist of all the fics i recced from 9-16 june 2021! this will include bokuaka, iwaoi, kagehina, kuroken, and sakuatsu. enjoy!!

120% yes by pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace by karasunovolleygays

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It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way. But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

just to miss the sun by rosevtea

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Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi’s livestream.

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Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

astronomy in reverse (it was me who was discovered) by Flumes

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It’s five hours from Tokyo to Sendai. It’s five years from Fukurodani Academy to the Black Jackals. It’s five sets between win and loss and five seconds to miss that final point. It’s five; the number of Fukurodani’s vice-captain and setter for one blinding, beautiful year. It’s five; like an identity branded into his heart, the only number that holds any meaning for him. Black and white and gold.

“You always pick five,” Udai muses in the wake of the staff betting pool. Akaashi’s not even sure what they’re betting on, aware that his final deadline to have the latest manuscript submitted is in five days.

“Five is a good number.”

It’s five years since Akaashi watched Bokuto step into the light of the future and five years since he last set a volleyball into the air on centre court. It’s been five years, and in not one of them has he forgotten what it felt like to stand beneath the trajectory of a shooting star.

bait and switch by Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

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“You’re not serious?”

“Suga-chan, when am I not serious?” Oikawa cradled his mug in two hands to warm his fingers. “Besides, I’m not hurting anyone.”

“I think your teammates are going to lose their goddamn minds once they find out.”

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Oikawa’s university volleyball team knows he’s in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

in damp earth my body by mellish

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Onscreen, the nation’s favorite setter has arranged himself so that he’s bowing, forehead pressed to the court, like he’s thanking everyone for their kindness thus far, like he’s asking for forgiveness. Hajime thinks: shit, it’s really happening.

The one where Oikawa retires and shows up at Hajime’s place, and neither of them knows what happens next. Futurefic.

my heart is where it’s always been by foreverautumn

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Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

even when you hold my hand (i just feel alone, feel alone) by orphan_account

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Tooru rolls around and leans on his elbow to look Hajime in the eye.

“Who said we’re weird?” he asks, mouth compressed into a straight hard line.

“No one,” Hajime says. Tooru continues staring at him with that look in his eye that he knows will get Hajime to stop hiding whatever it is he’s trying to hide. “My aunt,” Hajime confesses in a small, unsure voice. “She said we were getting too old to act the way we do. Y’know, that people would think we’re weird or something.”

“Well,” Tooru says, smiling but not really, “we’re not weird. And you can tell your aunt to go fuck herself.”

or :

iwaizumi and oikawa grow up together.

Wedding Ring by crazychipmunk

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Oikawa returns from a three-week vacation with a wedding ring around his neck. All his teammates knew about Oikawa’s new wife was that she was Japanese and she was “the most beautiful person in the world”

Join Oikawa’s Argentinian teammates on a multi-year adventure to figure who has the misfortune to have married him.

21 Again by project_ecto

Completed | M | 72.2k

Oikawa, setter of the national volleyball team, and Iwaizumi, a university teacher, are going through a divorce that the latter initiated. An unwise Oikawa thinks the only way to save their marriage is to stall the divorce, until he meets a mysterious stranger who transforms him into his 21-year-old self. So he becomes what most 21-year-olds are: a university student. One that enrolls specifically in Iwaizumi’s school.

Oikawa then embarks on a mission to find out where it all went wrong but as he interacts with 31-year-old Iwaizumi in his 21-year-old self, Oikawa discovers a few things that changes his course. Loosely based on 17 Again.

Q&A by ria_green

Completed | G | 2.4k

r/Volleyball: My chest feels weird when I’m with my Middle Blocker - please advise!!!

From Karasuno to the Tokyo 2021 Olympics: the eleven-year KageHina saga, as observed by Reddit audiences.

Sun Above Your Shoulders by longleggedgit

Completed | T | 26.4k

Hinata and Kageyama go to different high schools and meet again in Okinawa for the first time since middle school.

“Toss for me!”

The boy is grinning, already leading the way onto the court, walking backwards. Unthinkingly, Kageyama starts to follow him, then stops, annoyed at himself.

“I don’t even know your name,” he says.

“Hinata Shouyou.” Hinata steps to the right side of the net and waits.

thirty-three days of mist and mountains by tinygumdrops (curryramyeon)

Completed | T | 36.9k

Tobio runs by himself every day. Even though he can’t shake off that awful feeling that something’s closing in on him, he still does it. It’s habit now.

When he gets a phone call that Hinata Shouyou is thinking of coming to Italy, Tobio feels like he has to run even faster.

(Or: Tobio has a month to prepare himself before his high school rival comes to visit him. They haven’t spoken to each other for two years, and Tobio can’t even remember what food Hinata likes. He’s got a lot to think about.)

it’s like you told me, go forward slowly by elenoir

Completed | G | 43.4k

Kageyama Tobio is the nineteen-year-old who makes waves at the 2016 Rio Olympics, playing for Japan. Hinata gets a part-time job as a delivery boy in Rio De Janeiro. It’s convenient and frighteningly easy, at least after he learns to read the street signs.

He kind of wants to hit something. The ball, into the opposite court, first and foremost - if not, then the ball directly into Miya Atsumu’s smug face would be a decent consolation prize.

for the best of all possible worlds by tinygumdrops (curryramyeon)

Completed | M | 70.7k

Kazuyo must’ve known that Tobio has been waiting as soon as he finished lunch, for Kazuyo laughs when he sees Tobio’s expression.

“Are you that excited to see me and play volleyball?” he says. “Or are you excited to finally have your letter?”

“Both,” Tobio answers honestly.

– 

Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shouyou meet, while being on different sides of the world.

Anything In Between by todxrxki

Completed | T | 2.3k

Kozume Kenma just wants to be a normal gaming YouTuber, but when his idiot boyfriend butts in and gets his fans speculating about their relationship, it seems that even that’s impossible. / Post manga timeskip, told exclusively through social media and texting.

reddit boyfriends by NeverNothing

Completed | T | 3.6k

Lev goes on reddit to talk about his senpais and accidentally goes viral. Yaku helps.

stumbling upon you by NeverNothing

Completed | T | 5.1k

“I ran into my soulmate getting rice at the supermarket, sue me. My shirt was probably having the worst stains.” Kuroo really did not want to think about that. “Like you were any better.”

Kuroo unexpectedly runs into his soulmate, only to miss the opportunity to say his words back.

in this universe by crossbelladonna

Completed | G | 7.6k

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he’s living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he’d watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

The One With Dragons And Shit by helloyesIamtrash

Completed | T | 12.1k

Kenma stopped as he heard a deep rumble from inside the dark depths of the cave. He took a deep breath, mentally prepared for whatever came his way.

“Why would a human venture into the cave of a dragon? Turn back, little one.” A smooth, melodic voice warned, ensnaring Kenma’s attention. As he peered into the darkness, two golden pinpricks could be seen watching him.

The dragon was there.

rewrite the stars by astrid_fischer

Completed | G | 55.8k

“You’re going to marry the prince of Karasuno,” Kenma’s father told him on the first day of midsummer.

King Kozume Takeshi did not so much as look up from the letter he was writing at his desk as he said it. His manner suggested he was advising that the evening meal would be held fifteen minutes late; the life-altering statement was that matter-of-fact, and carried the same expectation that he would not be questioned.

“Very well,” Kenma said, when the skritching of the quill stopped pointedly and he realized that some sort of answer was expected of him. He blinked. “Is that all?”

*****

or: an arranged marriage au where everyone is in love with the wrong person.

Take Me Home by thesweetestnerd

Completed | T | 4.2k

“Hey, Omi,” Atsumu says, just a breath so that nobody hears. “Ya know where we are, right? Ya see the rest of our team?”

“Yes.”

“So, ya know, maybe ya shouldn’t hang on me like this.”

“But I like you.”

Atsumu and Kiyoomi decide to keep their relationship a secret from the team, but when Kiyoomi gets drunk, he might blow their whole cover.

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (syailendra)

Completed | M | 11.4k

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

Fake It Till You Make It by sifuhotman

Completed | T | 27.6k

When Atsumu convinces Akaashi to fake-date him in an effort to set him up with Bokuto, somehow, Sakusa gets roped into it.

every lover in the form of stars by starstrikes

Completed | T | 51.1k

When two stars meet out in space, they either merge together to form something bigger, something new, or shatter into an infinity worth of shiny stardust.

Atsumu figures out early on that he and Sakusa were just like that, two stars colliding headfirst into each other in an ever-expanding universe. He’s still waiting to see if they’re about to become better—or burn out in supernova together.

[xutokawa]

no, i didn’t cry reading this, shut up 😳

The Story of Us by thesweetestnerd

Completed | M | 98.2k

Atsumu has spent the last year falling in love with Sakusa Kiyoomi, but it’s a secret they’ve never told anybody else.

When a car accident snatches Omi’s memories from the past two years away, Atsumu is left as the only one in the world who ever knew their relationship existed.

[xutokawa]

hi love !! haven’t seen you around in a while so i just wanted to drop by and say hello. hope you’re doing well and that life’s treating you well <3

hi babe !! tysm for checking up <3 i’ve just been lurking and reading posts while i try to forget the fact that i haven’t posted in a very long time 😳 but tysm for remembering me and checking up 😩🥺 ily hehe

#cindy’s corner

[xutokawa]

hey:) just wanna check up on u since I havent seen u posting recently, you ok bub? I hope ur taking care of yourself🐻

i babe ilysm yes i will post soon!! ty for checking up on me! i was just so burnt out from college auditions and applications and senior year but i’m getting back to it! your support and concern means the world to me ilysm <333

#cindy’s corner #🐻 anon

[xutokawa]

Hi honey bee, how are you doing? Have eaten something? Had a drink of water? Stretched your legs and taken a moment for yourself?

Please remember to take care of yourself.

Furthermore thank you for what you do. For bringing a smile to people's faces when they need one.

Thank you for just being you.

-😃

ily 😃 anon i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting i’ve been hit HARD by senioritis but i PROMISE i’ll start writing again! honestly i want to get better at writing because reading some of my old posts makes me 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 but thank you for being so kind!!! ironic i write angst and bring smiles to people faces 😃😃 but ilysm ty

#cindy’s corner #😃 anon