#riri's haikyuu stuff

[liyawritesss]

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[queenisobelle]

RiCes is a lethal duo on the court 😱🔥 . . . Riri Meneses, middle blocker of Cignal HD Spikers 1️⃣8️⃣🏐 . Ces Molina, outside spiker of Cignal HD Spikers 7️⃣🏐 . . . Now watching Cignal vs Creamline for the semis ✊🏼😉🏐 NGL I'm losing my mind 😬 . . Follow for more chibi and stuff 😉 . . . . . #teamawesomenation #cignalhdspikers #happinesscignal #awesome #cignal #cesmolina #ririmeneses #rices #outsidespiker #middleblocker #18 #7 #chibicouple #haikyuufanart #pvl2022 #awesomenation #teamawesome #volleyballph #volleyball #haikyuu #haikyuuIRL #fanart #chibiart #chibi #ibispaint #ibispaintx #artoftheday #digitalart #animation #synfig https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg_s3ExpenT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[atsumuwoah]

team jacket - u. wakatoshi x reader

title : team jacket words : 1465 notes : hnggg wan me sum big jacket for snuggles pls genre : floof warnings : n/a 

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the girls and boys volleyball teams of shiratorizawa had just finished their combined training, and their captains, (l/n) (y/n) and ushijima wakatoshi, had stayed back to discuss some team bonding activities over the weekend.

unfortunately, a cold spell suddenly came upon their area, and to your dismay, you weren't properly dressed. all you had on was a your average uniform without any tights on, and a cute sweater that wasn't really all that purposeful.

"it's c-cold today, isn't it, ushijima-san?" your teeth chattered to your annoyance. in vain you tried to make small talk to distract yourself from the cold but to no avail. there you were, shivering in your aesthetic purposes only sweater as the winds beat down.

"yes, it is," was all he could say, his cheeks not even a single shade of red. a big fat liar was what he was, you bitterly thought, rubbing your forearms for warmth. stupid sweater you got off wish for 50 yen.

huffing out a gust of smoke from your move in frustration, rubbing your hands together until you reached the train station with its heated seating areas. each step you took, the heavier your legs felt, to the point you were very close to taping your heat pads to your thighs.

out of nowhere, a huge spot of wind blew in the two of you's direction, and that's when you knew you couldn't take it anymore. stood rooted to the ground, it was like you entire body had frozen. taking ragged breaths, you looked around for a conbini you could buy masks from, and possibly even a few more clothing layers.

but it just so happened, they were in an unlucky spot, with no 7Elevens to be seen. you inwardly cursed to yourself, because by god it was already awkward that you were freezing out in the cold with that tall hunky cute man of little words by your side.

blatantly you took out your phone and searched up 'nearby conbinis that sell clothing' in your usual search engine. you looked into your wallet for money, but as amazing as the situation could be, you were broke. all you was just enough coins to buy one and a half caprisuns.

you decided to suck it up and trudge your heavy-ass feet to the train station before they shrivelled up and fell off until a heavy fabric draped over your shoulders. a familiar purple adorned your sides, as well as the white bodice of it.

"eh?" and you look towards your chest to see a familiar volleyball icon on it. 'ics'. immediately you knew what it was.

you whipped your head in the direction the jacket came from and you see all 6'2 of him, his big muscley arms out for the whole world to see. what more, his face was already turning a bright shade of crimson.

"oi ushijima-kun! get back your jacket! i don't need it!" you say, unknowingly forgetting the right honorific, "the train station is 15 minutes away, 10 if i sprint!" you try to convince him, guilty that you accidentally pitied him into giving you his jacket.

his usual stoic face surprisingly turned even redder, and that was enough to keep him warm.

"it's alright. i am already warm. you need the jacket more than i do," he said, collecting all his shits, and holding it his arm as a gesture to hold your bag as you slipped on the big jacket.

it stopped right above the end of your skirt, and was very warm and fluffy on the inside, like a fresh-from-the-dryer hoodie. instinctively you hugged your arms, only the tips of your fingers escaping the end of the sleeves, and you took a deep breath.

oh shizzle i shouldn't have done that, you thought, a magnificent vanilla-deodorant smell, with a touch of snuggle fabric softener. needless to say, the smell got you simping even harder.

even harder? yeah, you had already been crushing on the fellow captain for a while, and if wearing his jacket wasn't making it worse, it was probably the smell of it. stupid female hormones and it's weird attraction to vanilla and fabric softener.

"t-thank you, ushijima-san," you silently mumble.

"ushijima," you turn in shock, "call me ushijima-kun,"

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upon reaching home, you ran into your room and crashed into your pillow, screaming your little head off. the entire time ushijima had escorted you to the train station, from getting on the train to sPRINTing back home, you couldn't stop thinking about him and his amazing jacket.

honestly it filled your mind up to the point that you couldn't sleep, so tying your hair up into a messy bun, you scrolled through fanfictions late at night and early in the morning, hoping it would satisfy you and your shoujo manga dreams, but alas, it just wasn't enough.

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"oH SHIZZLE I'M LATE!" yesterday was friday, meaning it was the weekend and of course, team bonding exercises at school. you were supposed to be there by 9, and it was 8:30. quickly releasing your hair and stuffing the scrunchie into a jacket pocket that you honestly forgot about.

cursing as you lost the sweats you wear over your volleyball spandex, you literally left your house in such a rush that all you were wearing was your volleyball shirt, your spandex-that-looks-like-booty-shorts, and the jacket you never bothered taking off because it was just so comfy.

running and completely ignoring the train, you finally made it to your school. you looked towards the buses and was relieved to see that the volleyball team bus, emblazoned with a giant 'SHIRATORIZAWA'.

running towards the gym where hopefully the team would be, you slammed through its doors, immediately bowing 90 degrees, apologising for being so late. everyone must have been so shocked though, that someone even froze mid-air.

you heard a familiar chuckle, and you looked up to see your middle blocker tomato friend, tendou, trying his absolute best to keep in his laughter but ultimately failing.

"tendou?!" you ask, trying to keep in you half anger, half confusion as he pointed at his friend, the tall, olive green headed ace, who, unlike the others, wasn't wearing his team jacket. he kept going back from you to him, over and over until you looked at yourself as well.

you were still wearing ushijima's team jacket.

he absolutely was shaking in his spot, staring you up and down like a deer caught in headlights.

to him, it was like a little dress on you. he just didn't know what to think of it, like wow, that's really pretty. it got even worse when bashfully, you slipped off the jacket, revealing you and your volleyball uniform of the day, a (those cute volleyball shirt captions) tank top, and your short little spandex, revealing your thighs.

in no way was he trying to be a perv, he was discreetly trying to admire you as you slipped off the jacket to show how really beautiful you were. the poor boy, as much of a volleyball-head he was, never really saw much of volleyball girls. even if he did, they were all just your run-of-the-mill girls. to him they were all just equal.

but you, it was as if he just realized you were a girl. timidly, you walked up to him, and you passed him his jacket. contrary to his usual straight face, his eyes widened as his team struggled to keep down their laughter, and hell, even your team was laughing.

honestly, it was obvious to anyone in the room that you two liked each other. and it was even more fun to see the two captains slowly falling head over heels for each other.

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"eh, what's this in your pocket, waka-chan?" asked tendou, fiddling with the bump in his friend's jacket. he snatched it out, to find a/an (f/c) velvet scrunchie, and began to fiddle with it, trying to figure out what it was.

"wakatoshi-kun, what's this?" he asked incredulously, perplexed at the new sight before him. the said boy quickly snatched it from him, inspecting it as well.

"you know what, i think this is (l/n)'s! i've seen her wear it on her wrist and in her hair at school. she always is saying "oH i wISh I hAd a BoYfRieNd tO wEaR thIs!" he said in realization.

truth be told, he were confused on how to wear it ("even though you're not her boyfriend yet at least make move to try to be him," - tendou satori) so it was a lot of debate on the boys bus until they reached their destination, and to the surprise of the girls team, who arrived first, came out a proud ushijima, a small tuft of his hair tied up with a scrunchie on the top of his head.

#riri's haikyuu stuff #haikyuu!! #ushijima wakatoshi #hq ushijima #ushijima x reader #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x you #haikyuu fluff #im sorry this has been in the drafts 4eva #but finally letting this one go #have a good run toshi mwah

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

ABHAHDSHD OKAY SO IVE ONLY WATCHED THE FIRST EP OF HAIKYUU LIKE LAST YEAR n i JUST HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF TO CATCH UP ON SO THIS IS JUST FOR FUN BAHHAHAH,,,

ALTHOUGH I WILL SAY, I KNOW A LOT MORE BUT ALSO LIKE NOTHING ABT HAIKYUU THEN I SHOULD LMFAODAJSDKLJALDJL ILY: ☁️

DAILY ASK BASED ON VIBES: RIRI WOULD BE ON…

team: inarizaki

closest teammate: hitoshi ginjima

position: middle blocker

arc: being the one of very few to put atsumu into place when you need to, and giving this huge super hot pep talk that made all the queer kids gay bc holy frick you're hot

#daily.ask.games<3! #RIRI MY BELOVED #YOU'D BE SO HOT #I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING RN #you're already hoT BUT #JUST #HHHH #ILYYY

[louisvuitten]

I was tagged by the amazing @thestorythatneverbegan and I love you darling 💓

Rules : Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

1. nickname: aubri, aubs, abc, riri, sis

2. gender: female

3. star sign: aquarius

4. height: 5’8”

5. time: 9:31 pm

6. birthday: february 17, 2000

7. favourite bands: nct, got7, red velvet, pristin, pentagon, monsta x, onf, kard, super junior, akmu, fall out boy

8. favourite solo artists: dean, selena gomez, halsey, blackbear

9. song stuck in your head: bad at love - halsey

10. last movie i watched: mockingjay - part 1

11. last show i watched: voltron (i’m a kid)

12. when did i create my blog: back in 2013 or 2014

13. what do i post/reblog: kpop, photography, aesthetic stuff, art, food, percy jackson related stuff, cute animals

14. last thing i googled: super junior eunhyuk

15. other blogs: @nomercyminkyun and @nctuniversal as backup accounts

16. do i get asks: very rarely

17. why i choose my url: ten chittaphon is my ultimate bias of kpop and the literally loml and he was born in 96

18. following: 1,752

19. followers: 134

20. average hours of sleep: 6-ish

21. lucky number: 5 or 17

22. instruments: kinda piano and guitar

23. what i’m wearing right now: nike long sleeve, nike athletic pants, and adidas tennis shoes (all grey)

24. dream job: to work at google

25. dream trip: family trip to european countries (greece, italy, france, germany) or to thailand

26. favourite food: steak, chicken, macaroni & cheese, and pomegranates

27. nationality: american

28. favorite song right now: peek-a-boo by red velvet

29. last book i read: the trials of apollo - the hidden oracle by rick riordan

30. top three fictional universes you’d want to join: percy jackson/heroes of olympus/the trials of apollo (they are basically the same), kuroko no basuke, and haikyuu

tagging: @breadyongguk @haechan-haedamn @curledlife @baejiny0ungs @trinas-base @sumarbranders

I don’t have 20 blogs I’d like to to tag yikes

[bbymochipjm]

Get To Know Me Better Tag!

fluffythank you @yonggukssmolgf for tagging me!

Rules: Answer the 20 questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname: Audrey, RiRi, Auderiri, AJ

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Aquarius

Height: 4″11 lmaooo

Time right now: 7:25 pm

Last thing I googled: amerithaikong line

Favorite Bands: Kpop: BTS, GOT7, TWICE, Blackpink, KARD, BIGBANG, Monsta X, EXO, NCT, Seventeen, SHINee, Red Velvet and more but I can’t think of the rest lol. Non-kpop: 1D, 5sos, Maroon 5, No Doubt, and that’s all i can think of lol

Favorite Solo Artists: Kpop: Jay Park, DEAN, ZICO, Crush; non-kpop: Shawn Mendes, Bruno Mars, Adele, Rihanna, Beyonce, Drake

Song stuck in your head: I’m Not Sorry by DEAN ft. Eric Bellinger has been stuck in my head all day it’s such a bop

Last movie I watched: i think it was Finding Dory lol

Last TV Show I watched: Hwarang and ofc i cried

When did you create your blog: August 2016

What kind of stuff do you post: Kpop reblogs, mood boards, snap edits, MTL’s, and gotbang stuff

When did your blog reach its peak: im not even sure lmao it probably didn’t reach its peak yet

Do you have any other blogs: yeee im an admin on @flowerdoublexchromosome

Do you get asks regularly?: no lol its hella dry there (dont be afraid to ask or request anything !!)

Why you chose your URL: cuz i love park jimin’s eye smiles and i love him

Following: like 2k blogs lol

Posts: 7k+

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Pokémon Team: MYSTIC LETS GET ITTTT

Favorite colors: light blue, aqua, lavender, light pink, black Average hours of sleep: the weekends its like 10 hours but during the week maybe 4

Lucky Numbers: 5, 25, 30

Favorite Characters: pikachu, totoro, haru, rin and sousuke from free!, kaneki from tokyo ghoul, levi from SNK, noya and tsukki from haikyuu!, and the soot balls from spirited away

What are you wearing right now: polka dot pajamas, black hoodie, golden state warriors shirt (MY TEAM DUB NATION :”)) How many blankets do you sleep with: 2 Dream trip: kporea, japan, hong kong, europe, etc.

tagging: @hobi1802 @fluffyfluffybunbun @tiamojimin and anyone who wants to do it

#tagged

[atsumuwoah]

HI!!! congrats on 100!!! i was wondering if i could get a drabble with atsumu from list 2 "you make me feel like home" 🥺🥺

AAA THIS ONE WAS SO CUTE THANK YOU DANTE!!

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title : home words : 423 notes : FIRST RQ OF THE 100 SPECIAL WEW!!! genre : small light angst to fluff warnings : none

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home was confusing to atsumu.

for all his life ‘home’ always just had the people he had always known; his mother, his father, osamu. sure he would say he loathed his twin, but really, it would all just be tough love between brothers.

that’s why he found it so hard moving away from his hometown in the hyogo prefecture and to tokyo, where he would be a player in the mbsy black jackals. even when his entire family dropped him off at the airport, as he sat in the aeroplane looking out the window, his heart panged at the thought of being away from the only life he knew.

homesickness hit him like a brick. he found himself calling for people who weren’t there. he had seen something dumb on his tv and wanted to tell osamu that it reminded him of him but instead he found himself calling out to nothing.

but you. you were like the sunshine in the rain. he had seen you countless of times during their team practices but never knew who you were.

“ey, shoyo-kun? yer know that person in the mbsy merch runnin’ ‘round our court all the time?”

“eh, that’s (y/n)-san! (l/n) (y/n), our manager. did you not know?”

he had never once spoken to them, whilst the entire team had already seemed to be acquainted. so he put it to himself to introduce himself after practice.

“hi, er, the name’s miya atsumu, but ya call me atsumu. yer (l/n) (y/n), ya?” he said to them after practice. 

“yeah, hi! that’s me. we haven’t really met yet, huh,” they said with a gentle smile forming on their face. atsumu found himself easily falling into quick small talk with them, even offering them a ride home.

atsumu was never one for deep, meaningful friendships. i mean, in his entire life, his only ‘best friend’ was his own twin brother. 

he never felt this way about anyone else other than his family. it was like he had known them his entire life.

but with you? well, to hell with that. in his own words, it was ‘sum freakin’ soulmate type shit’.

for some reason he was finally at ease.

“tsumu?”

a familiar voice shook him out of his daze and he looked up to see you. you bounded to the couch where he was sitting and took his left hand with yours.

a tiny clink of gold came from it, and a gleam came from the two ring fingers.

you.

him.

you made him feel like home.

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[atsumuwoah]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 ; m. atsumu

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word travelled fast in sakura pond apartments. not necessarily gossip, but all sorts of conversations, all heard through the floors and vents. a certain blonde setter was the unintentional recipient of such ‘word’

click clack click clack!

she’s wearing heels again. fancy. atsumu thought, his body slumped across his coach/pullout bed as a content smile unbeknownst to him rose to his usual pursed lips.

“i’m off daishou! see you later, love you!”

“yea yea, see ya (y/n),” came an unenthusiastic reply.

rude much.

atsumu turned on his television and browsed through the crappy free cable channels he had, not expecting to here more conversation from the floor above him.

“hey babygirl. (y/n) just left. wanna come over?”

what the? just left? he sat up, a frown replacing his blissful demeanor. 

to add fuel to fire, this ‘daishou’ character had turned on his speakerphone.

“ohohoho, what a little horndog you are, dai. of course i’m coming over,” an exaggerated purr followed after.

yuck. a two timer. he thought.

i hope she finds out.

i hope she’ll be ok.

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a/n : wewew first special! hope you enjoy hehe and i hope you stay tuned for the next chapter mwah

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[atsumuwoah]

oversized - k. tetsuro x reader

title : oversized words : 1417 notes : nothing but wHOLESOME genre : light fluff  warnings : none

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for as long as you could remember, you had never had clothes that fit you. almost all your clothes were hand-me-downs from your older sibling, thus not every piece of clothing for you the way it should've.

but you liked it that way. it was your 'style', fashionably baggy clothes that weren't a hassle and were very comfy. and in contrast to a usual fitted outfit, you could style an oversized article in so many possible ways.

to oversized shirts and to even oversized jeans, you found ways for your secondhand wardrobe to be uniquely yours. altering clothes to fit where they should and flow out where you'd like them. so, even if clothes were still sizes too big, you still made them work.

your closet was full of oversized clothing. almost every piece of clothing in your wardrobe was at least two sizes bigger than your usual size, so it would look like the clothes didn't even belong to you. that being said, your entire family knew, if the clothes fit your oldest sibling but it wasn't theirs, there was no doubt that it was yours.

one long night after a co-ed volleyball practice that left both teams close to passing out, a loud groan could be heard from the boys volleyball club room.

"hnghh, i left my house keys at home," the bed head captain lamented, laying down in the room's concrete floor. his parents were out of town, leaving him to stay at home by himself for the rest of the week. that day was only thursday.

he was locked out of his own home until next monday, with nothing he could do about it.

the girls' club had already left, with the exception of a single [volleyball position] who just happened to overhear the groans of a familiar voice.

"hmmm, i wonder if i could help?"

kuroo walked out the room, locking it behind him, as he saw a girl's sleeping figure by the staircase. (l/n)!

"oi, oi, oi! (l/n)-san, wake up," the captain nudged you, but impatiently shaking you up in the end.

"eep! ah, gomen, kuroo," you say, yawning as you scratched the back of your head.

"oh, no problem. just, why're you still here?"

"i heard you say that you were locked out of your house, and you didn't have anywhere to sleep for the night, and my house has an extra bedroom if you'd like..."

the male quickly picked up what she was offering, and a his signature smile sprang upon his face.

"sure! but like, i don't have any clothes for school tomorrow," he said, a light laugh escaping his lips, and the (h/c)ette was taken aback. you'd never heard a light laugh from him ever, all she knew was his cackle.

cute, the girl thought to herself.

"so we go shopping, duh," she said, smiling herself.

"target? you uncultured swine," he joked, as the two of you pulled up to the giant store with red spheres littering the entrance.

"hEy! it's late and i'm not going to any malls," she hmphed, the duo walking through the automatic doors.

contrary to his thoughts about 'trashy target', in the end, he had a full basket of clothes worth more longer than five days. she snickered under her breath as the half asleep empolyee scanned his plethora of clothes.

"hey! there was a sale, alright! it was too good to let go," the raven head defended, as your tinkling laugh filled the empty checkout.

cute, unknowingly he admitted to himself.

soon the trunk was filled with the red and white paper bags, driving to his chauffeur's home, trashy pop on the 24 hour radio as trees whizzed by.

"hai mamma! i have a friend over because his parents are out of town and he doesn't have keys to his house!" you yell, slipping off your shoes at the door.

"his?" out from the kitchen popped (y/n)'s mother, her (e/c) orbs filled with curiosity.

"mamma, meet kuroo tetsurou!" she presented, allowing for the male to enter as well.

"konbawa, okaa-san," he greeted, bowing at her presence.

"ah, no need to be like that! obaa-san is better," the mother grinned, ushering the tired children in.

within the five minutes that kuroo had been in the house, (y/n) mother, (l/n) (m/m), interrogated the teen as her daughter had brought all of kuroo's clothes to the laundry to get them washed and folded that night so they could be put into everyone's respective closets in the morning.

"here, you can borrow my older brother's sweats as pajamas tonight. feel free to use the bathroom across your room," she said, passing him a hoodie and sweatpants, "i'm tired, so i'm going to bed, goodnight, kuroo!"

"goodnight (y/n),"

that first name usage didn't slip by her that quickly.

if i'm falling for you, i sure am falling really hard, she thought, red engulfing her cheeks in the darkness as the her (e/c) eyes fluttered to a close, drifting into a dream.

"wAKE UP, WAKE UP (Y/N)! GET UP GET UP (Y/N)! SCHOOLTIME SCHOOLTIME (Y/N)!" your self recorded alarm sang to the tune of a volleyball cheer woke you up that morning. groggily you pushed yourself up, turning off your alarm.

staggering to kuroo's room to wake him up, you realize that he'd left early for school, leaving a note taped to his door.

hey (l/n),

i left early for morning practice! hope i didn't disturb anyone. i found my clothes hanging, so i just grabbed them off. hope that was ok. thanks again for the room to stay in. see you at school

kuroo ;)

huh, morning practice. oH SHIZ I HAVE MORNING PRACTICE TOO! she rapidly think, rushing back to her own room to change as well. the frantic female grabbed the first pair of jeans she could lay her hands on, and the first shirt folded in the pile.

quickly tucking in the shirt into her pants, not having any time to do any fanciful shirt knots, even leaving out a belt. slinging her bag over her shoulder and sneaking a piece of toast from the counter, she slid on your sneakers and ran to school.

she had no time to think, just rushing to the club room to change with extreme speed and run to the girls' gym, screaming a loud GOMEN COACH! kneeling on the ground in guilt.

soon morning practice had ended, and her teammates were giving her weird looks as changed back into her usual clothes.

probably because my outfit looks so rushed and messy, she brushed off, walking out the club room with a skip in your step.

"ohayo (l-)" a familiar voice averts your focus, and you turn around to see a bewildered bedhead.

"why? what's up, 'roo?" she asked densely, cocking her head at his reddened face.

gah! did she have to use a nickname at a time like this? especially in what she was wearing? he thought, a limp hand covering his mouth in an attempt to cover up his rose dusted cheeks.

"ah! i know!" she said, laughing once more.

"y-you do?" he said, voice breaking in shock.

"yeah, it's pretty obvious!" she said, his anxiety through the roofs, "i look really bad to the extent that it's gag worthy! no worries though, i honestly do,"

he sighed, letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

"no. it's not that," he said, a hand still on his lips as another was out, waving in misunderstanding.

gosh, how hot is that? she thought, his nimble fingers placed upon his lips.

"it's just, you're wearing the shirt i wore yesterday," he said, hand back up over his mouth entirely.

huh? she looked down to see a white shirt with a large number one emblazoned on it in red. she was wearing the nekoma alternate jersey of the one and only kuroo tetsurou. a blush rose to her cheeks, as you rambled some incoherent words, hands flinging about in exaggeration.

"it's ok, it's really cute on you, so i guess i'll let it slide," he said, putting on his 'prettiest captain' smile.

"e-eh?! >///<"

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"cute? on me?"

"uH, yeah?" curse his lack of flirting skills.

"i should wear your shirts more often," you mutter.

"what was that?"

"no-nothing! seriously, nothing at a-"

the already red (h/c)ette shut up, as a pair of warm lips connected with hers.

"it worked," //cue pretty captain smile//

(y/n).exe has stopped working

"eh? oi, (y/n), wake up! wake up idiot!"

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natsu and karasuno pt1 - [ hc ] natsu and karasuno pt1.5 - [ drabble ] hq!! as things my friends have said - [ crack ]

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karasuno

hinata shoyo

when we were young - [ oneshot ]

kageyama tobio

symphony of blue - [ oneshot ] how they love you (setters edition) - [ hc/drabble ]

tsukishima kei

hanahaki disease [ oneshot ] ✧

yamaguchi tadashi

constellations don’t last forever [ drabble ] ✧

tanaka ryuunosuke

kingyo sukui [ oneshot ] ✧

nishinoya yuu

smaller than you [ oneshot ] ✧

sawamura daichi

satisfied [ oneshot ]

sugawara koushi

eighteen [ oneshot ] how they love you (setters edition) - [ hc/drabble ]

azumane asahi

feather soft touch [ drabble ]

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fukorudani

bokuto kotaro

dear bokuto kotaro [ oneshot ]

akaashi keiji

dearest [ oneshot ] ✧ how they love you (setters edition) - [ hc/drabble ]

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nekoma

kuroo tetsuro

oversized [ oneshot ] (50 WHOLEASS NOTES R YALL KIDDING RN)

kenma kozume

royal [ oneshot ] how they love you (setters edition) - [ hc/drabble ]

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aoba johsai / seijoh

oikawa tooru

alienluvr ! would like to share a photo [ drabble ] how they love you (setters edition) - [ hc/drabble ]

iwaizumi hajime

uniquely itself [ oneshot ] ✧

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shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi

team jacket [ oneshot ] (100 notes y’all gotta be kidding) ✧

tendou satori

semi eita

dreaming cafe [ drabble ]

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inarizaki

miya atsumu

strongest [ 30 followers special! ] ✧ *postponed!*

miya osamu

kita shinsuke

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johzenji

terushima yuuji

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dearest - a. keiji x reader

title : dearest words : 1k+ notes : akaashi keiji supremacy who’s with me genre : fluff warnings : none unless you count cringey ;D

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"haaaaa, that was such a good book!" you sigh contentedly, laying down the newest copy of your favorite series down after multiple hours of sitting in the gym corridors as you flipped through its endless pages. the rain beyond the covered walkway you were sitting in was beating down hard, but you couldn't care less, being to engrossed in the story.

once again, (favorite character from book) never ceased to tug at your heartstrings, for they were forever being the icon they were. you'd been following that series since your first year of junior high, and now, a second year at karasuno, were still hooked on it.

it was weird to say, but you'd been pining for that character since the first time you read about him. to this day, you could never get away from the 'x reader' fanfictions of them and swore that only they would be perfect for you.

out of boredom you began scribbling, a random love letter to them, pretending like you were confessing. you put your heart and soul into it, sincerely jotting down your true feeling about them.

carefully you folded it into a paper crane, and you tucked it into your back pocket, not before signing it off with the prettiest (l/n) (y/n) in cursive.

"hey (l/n)-dork! finally finished your book and ready to give us, your real life buddies, some attention?" a voice chided jokingly. you looked up with mock annoyance to see two irritating boys, tanaka and noya, a.k.a. your best friends.

"oh? i almost forgot you guys were here," you taunted in return, only for them to fake gasp and clutch their chests. along with your book nerd duties, you were also karasuno's co-manager. you were waiting for the duo to be finished with with their extra training with their nekoma friends at camp.

oh yeah, you were at the tokyo training camp, with all the powerhouse schools from tokyo under one roof. if you could recall, they were nekoma, fukorudani, shinzen, ubugawa and of course, your very own crows.

you were waiting for the offense-defense pair outside their training gym to escort them to dinner and as you got up from your seating position on the ground, you realized a little too late that your legs had fallen asleep, and you were about to crash onto the concrete flooring.

noya, with his fast reflex skills, managed to catch you in time, with you letting down the impact brace. but your book that was perched on your lap was looked like it was inevitably going to fly into the rain.

you gasped in horror, but somehow, all the good karma you've ever received shone down, and the book landed just at the edge of the path, steering clear of rain's way. all three of you let out a breath that you didn't remember holding in, and as your trepidly got up to claim your book, a large, speeding entity came running out from the gym and into the rain. it (she? he? they? honestly, you had no clue.) unknowingly running through the book's path and kicking it straight into a puddle, screaming loud 'hey hey heys'.

"m-my b-book. s-signed e-edition," you stuttered repeatedly, clearly traumatized at the events that happened before you. the outside hitter and libero crouched near you in confusion and fear, having never needed to comfort a girl before.

"bokuto-san, you know you shouldn't play in the r- huh?" a tall, dark emerald eyed male appeared in the doorway, his attention pulled away from the soaked, gleeful ace and towards the staggered breathing girl staring into empty rain.

"tanaka-kun? noya-kun? is she ok?" he walked up to the duo awkwardly crowding the stressed girl. they looked up at him with worried eyes, and explained the current events to him.

after a lecture to the big, bumbling ace, and a loud apology from him to which you shakily accepted, the setter walked up to the the book, unsalvageable due to the pages being melted together by the water.

he saw you sitting on a bench, cradling, in attempts to convince yourself that it was all fine.

"(l/n)-san? i'm akaashi keiji, my deepest apologies for what bokuto-san has done. if it makes you feel any better, i'm a big fan of that series too," he bashfully said, fidgeting with his fingers. automatically it reminded you of your (character) crush, and for the first time, you looked up at him to see him better.

you had let out a gasp, because honestly, what (character) simp wouldn't? akaashi keiji, in all his glory, looked exactly like your book crush. tender but piercing forest eyes, a jawline that looked like it could cut, and silk-soft, midnight toned spiked locks. you should know, spending all that time on pinterest searching up '(character) fanart hot'.

"if it makes you feel any better, the author is coming to this area for a book signing, so maybe after training one of these days we could go out to the bookshop she'll be at so that i can get you a new book?" he offered, holding out a hand for you.

'argh, even his mannerisms were like (character)'s!' you dreamily thought, accepting his hand with a curt nod.

"hey, has anyone told you that you look like (character)?" the question slipped out of your lips in bliss. curse your daydreaming!1!1!

"yes, i get that sometimes," he smiled, and the creases of his eyes appeared, and in that moment, he really was proving himself to be the perfect crush.

in your opinion, in all ways was he like (character). well, almost. from years and years of being part of the fandom, you've (stalkerishly) studied (character)'s character anatomy from the start. as hot as he was, his attitude was far from that. as much as you wished you were in the same world as him and wished to be his in book significant other, you knew that he'd never like a girl like you.

but oh, akaashi keiji. he was like the kind, pure, gentle version of (character). it was like the dream package. essentially, the fanfiction version of him, where the author says that the character is 'ooc', or 'out of character'. it makes them all nice and fluffy. it made you wonder if you were living in a fanfiction as l/n y/n.

you made a mental note to change that 'dearest (charcter)' to a 'dearest akaashi'.

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 ; m. atsumu

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“of course. i knew it. get the fuck out of my house, daishou. both you and your new hoe,” 

 holding back your tears, balling up your fist, turning your knuckles an ivory white. the man you loved with all your heart, smugly shrugging as he dragged his new girl, infuriatingly unbothered at being called a slur, out the door. 

 knees giving in, grateful that your apartment’s floor was wood, otherwise you would have had very dark purple marks on your legs. totally forgetting how easily sound travelled through the floors. 

tears pitifully ran down your cheeks like little black waterfalls, thanks to the mascara you had on. 

 “people fall out of love, (y/n), get with the schedule,” 

you repeatedly hit the ground in frustration, tears slowly but surely dotting the area around you. how could you let yourself fall for such a shitty guy. you knew he had a history of two-timing, and sometimes you even caught him in the act. but you always kept him along. or maybe, he was you. stupid lovesickness.

“you were always too busy anyways. can’t blame a man for wanting more every now and then.” 

unknowingly downstairs there was an unintentional eavesdropper. he flashbacked to the ever so often risque sounds from above that he tried his best to drown out, but to no avail. 

 for some reason, he was sympathizing with this girl he had never once spoke to, only saying simple hello’s to when they bumped into each other at the elevator. soon he realized, the sniffing and sobbing had subsided, followed by some positive affirmation here and there.

 “i’ll show that two-timer. i’m way bigger than he will ever be,” 

“no matter how bad the storm is, i’ll weather it,” 

“i’ll be the strongest that he’s ever known,”

 you go girl, he thought.

 needing to make a call, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and pressed the keypad to a familiar tune. 

 “miya ongiri, how may i help you?” 

 “hey samu,” 

 “i’m going to hang up now,”

 “w-WAIT NO!” 

 knock knock knock! 

you jumped in your place, surprised at the sudden noise from your door. clad in your favorite onesie, plopped in front of the tv binging anime and eating chips, you knew that there was no way you could answer the door. 

 lucky for you, you had installed a security camera so that you could see the people before they had even entered. 

 “uhh, hey (y/n). i, uh miya atsumu, didn’t mean to listen but i heard that you had broken up with your boyfriend. who cheated on you. uh, andibroughtongiritocheeryouup ok bye now,” he said, with a small mutter of ‘what if she isn’t even home stupid’, but still leaving the plate on your doormat.

 that was stalkerish, but i’m going to ignore it because he was cute, you thought. checking to see that he had truly left, you snuck to the door and opened it, looking towards the doormat. panda themed ongiris, with a note attached. 

 ‘i hope you feel better soon. yours, miya atsumu, 210,’

 daishou had just about lost you as soon as a certain blonde setter came.

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hanahaki disease - t. kei x reader

title : hanahaki disease words : ver1 - 947, ver2 - 834 notes : the hanahaki disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient's throat will fill up the with flower, they will then proceed to cough up the petals. the only cure is if the person on the other side loves them back. the other way is to get it surgically removed, but with that, love for the victim in general is impossible. without any treatment, the victim will die of suffocation with the flowers growing into the lungs genre : ver1 - fluff, ver2 - angst warnings : kinda sad but no tw needed i think pls correct me if otherwise and some cursing

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"excuse me, ma'am, may i be excused to the bathroom?" i asked, and before my teacher could even finish nodding, i was rushing out the door, coughing violently into my hands. soon there was a small pile of morning glory petals in my hand. cute, i thought, before coughing once again.

"(l/n), skipping class, i see," i look up, seeing a familiar face. i stuff the vibrant azure petals into my blazer and try to put on a smile, hoping there aren't any traces of pollen stains on my teeth.

"tsukishima-kun! i'm not, i j-just needed a b-break!" i try defending myself, ultimately failing to his frowning face. i scrunch my eyebrows, and i look around at my surroundings. looking to my feet, and i inwardly curse. the morning glory petals had begun scattering onto the floor around me.

"you have hanahaki's?" suddenly a worried look sprung onto the male's face, he picked up the fallen petals on the ground. he looked at you with half angry, half sad honey yellow eyes.

"i'll find out who it is," he said determinedly, crushing the petals in his fist, and with that, he walked away.

raising my eyebrows and forcing myself to laugh, i crouch down to pick up my mess, tears falling off my cheeks in the process.

"little do you know, you already know him,"

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for the next days after, everyday, the blonde would always find a familiar (h/c) girl outside the janitors closet, sobbing and coughing, full fledged flowers surrounding her. she never noticed if anyone ever passed her, too engulfed in the pile of flowers that managed to bury her bottom half.

under his covers, in the late-early hours, the boy would search through the boys that his childhood friend knew. he scrolled and stalked every night in hopes that he'd find the right guy. every guy she'd ever talked to, every guy she had connections with.

he even went out of his way to ask the volleyball team, even hinata and kageyama, as much as he disliked them. he would do anything for her. his best friend.

but with each passing day with him not being able to find the right person, the larger the flower pile that formed around the (h/c)ette got. he began to fear the worst. soon even the vines of the cerulean flower were beginning to appear.

one fateful day, the sick girl hadn't come to school. she had left a note under her table for her seatmates, the green and the blonde.

dear tsukishima and yamaguchi,

i'm afraid i won't be able to attend school for the next few days. i've unfortunately contracted a sickness that's been quite serious, but it's nothing i've never handled before. don't worry about my schoolwork, a teacher will be sending to me at hospital, so please don't worry about me. focus on volleyball! you two got this! you're my best friends, so i wish the best for the both of you. take care, ok!

your atomic platonic, (y/n)

"oh, that's a rel-"

"bullshit. that's bullshit," tsukishima growled, cutting off the freckled boy.

"she has hanahaki's. she's been coughing for days. i've spent so many days trying to figure who the guy might be, but i never found him," he collapsed onto her desk, a strangled tear escaping, choking out the words.

"you idiot," the green-haired boy piped up, startling his disheartened friend. "have you ever considered, even for a second, that you were that guy?"

his honey colored eyes widened, and he realized all that time, he was looking, it was him all along.

he dashed out of the class, hoping he was going to make it on time.

"oi, boke, i'm borrowing your bicycle,"

"h-HEY!"

the blonde quickly unlocked the padlock on the faded red bike (0621) and stepped on, only to require to adjust the height of the seat.

"shit, i'm wasting valuable time," he thought, finally done fixing the bike, and pedalling as fast he he could towards the hospital.

| VER. 1 |

"excuse me, ma'am, which ward is (l/n) (y/n) in?" he asked to the kindly nurse at the front counter.

"ah, ward 285, but you better hurry, she's being moved to the hanahaki room soon," she replied, and he rushed down the ward hallway.

279, 280, 281, 282, 283, 284...

huffing he hesitantly knocked on the door, and slowly creaked it open.

he saw a pale girl laying down on the bed, contraptions and machines attached to her.

"(Y/N)! are you ok? i'm so shitting dumb," he slid to the side of the bed, filled with those blue flowers and its tangled vines, grabbing ahold of her frail hand.

"tsukishima! why are you here? you're supposed to be at school, you dumbass!" the spitfire girl hoarsely scolded the boy, before realizing he was crying.

"i'm stupid (y/n), i'm so stupid. all this time, i let you cough and cough and i never stopped to realize the situation as a whole. i let myself be blind," he ranted, his tears, a rare occurence, so freely dripped down.

"h-hey, slow down. what are you trying to say?" she said, her (e/c) eyes filled with worry.

her (e/c) orbs that shone with gold flecks when reflected by the light. how he didn't realize that before was beyond him. even in her such weak state, her eyes were still just as lively. had he been blind all his life?

"(y/n), i... i... i... suki dayo. yujin ijo," he said, flustering.

"i..."

he looked up hopefully at the (h/c)ette. suddenly, her face was back to its rosiness. requited. the look was plastered all over her face.

"doc, i think i'm feeling lots better already," she called out. he looked into her gold-(e/c) eyes, and she in his honey ones. for a brief second, he connected their lips. and even in that split second, she felt a smile.

"suki dayo mo,"

| VER. 2 |

curse hinata dumbass's small bike.

he dropped the bike at the entrance, ignoring it, his first priority being to find the (h/c)ette.

but he was too late.

he saw the (l/n) family walking out the hospital, with the daughter with a monotonous look, as if oblivious to all the pain.

"(l-l-l/n)?" the girl's parents instinctively looked up to see the blonde with wide, sad eyes. they instinctively let her go, and she looked into his eyes, hers being a soulless shade of (e/c) they used to be.

"(l/n)? are you still there? please be, please. i'm sorry, i messed up, please come back (l/n)! please! please! i know you're still in there!" the boy, in disbelief, shook her shoulders, but to no avail. the girl based herself off feelings of love and care. everything that made her, her, was gone.

her parents nodded at the distraught boy, relating with him, as he fell to his knees at the door.

"suki dayo, (y/n). suki dayo. SUKI DAYO!" he sobbed, confessing to the unbeknownst girl.

but it was too late. the girl everyone knew was gone.

and left on his shoulders, the thought that it was all his fault.

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when we were young - h. shoyo x reader

— when a timid manager reminisces about a hyperactive ginger when they were young

pairing/s : hinata shoyo x reader genre : fluff with a touch of happy angst word count : 1.2k  warnings : adele stans don kill me notes : i didn’t proofread eep-

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let me photograph you in this light?

in case it is the last time,

that we might be exactly like we were

before we realized

we were scared of getting old

it made us restless!

every year, a new picture. it was the third time you were doing this, and of course, the last. years came and went, but each one, a new picture was taken. you clearly remember the first time you had photographed him, his first solo shot.

the days you spent with your mother carefully designing something that would catch people's eyes. not that it needed much designing, for he was already very captivating in your eyes. this last year, a collage shot of everyone.

it was the last day of school, and the once a small batch of first years were third years, and they were pre-photographing poster pictures for the years to come.

the third years would get a solo shot of them executing their signature skill. kageyama doing his 'king's set', tsukishima with his spike-deflecting blocks. yamaguchi and his form breaking float serve.

and hinata. with his crazy quick spike. the spike that helped to blossom the feeling you had for him. the bubbly, energetic tangerine head whom had always been there for you, no matter what. it was what helped you fall for him.

for your last year, you wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. you had gone out of your way to borrow lights and reflective sheets from the photography club for an after school photoshoot for the boys.

"ah, that's nice," kageyama looked over your shoulder to see the best shot that you took of him. you went for a floor shot, with the ball projecting off his fingers mid air. it looked like the perfect ball to hit.

speaking of which...

"hinata! it's your turn!" and through the doors came the ginger, dressed in his number five jersey. it brought you back to the first time you'd ever done that.

the same rambunctious boy, in his number 10 jersey on backwards, just as excited for his first ever photoshoot. ready to jump up to whatever was needed. that was just classic hinata.

there he was at the door, ironically, wearing his jersey backwards again.

"hinata boke, your jersey is on backwards again,"

"oh! arigatou, kageyama-kun!"

and off came the shirt once more, just like one of the first times you managed the club. it suddenly dawned on you that you honestly hadn't seen the ginger's shirtless self since first year. you put it onto yourself to always look away when the boys were changing to preserve your innocence.

but oh, hinata's abs. he sure had been doing work over his highschool career, and as he slipped off his shirt, it gave you a fantastic front row seat to the whole six-pack show that was going on.

your face promptly erupted in crimson, trying your best to shield your ever warming face.

well, with one shirtless male, went your 18 years of innocence.

soon he was once again decent, you began setting up lighting and ordering the other three males to hold up the reflective light sheets. hinata positioned himself, facing the middle of the net. kageyama was off camera, ready to set the ball in his hands.

a look of concentration was etched upon the greatest decoy's face as he ran up to the net. and as his feet left the ground, it was as if time itself slowed, and the light from the gym and the ring lights all around him uncovered a bright shine in his eyes.

the light all around him reflected in all the best spots. through his hair, shining on his jersey, accentuating points all over the picture.

quickly you took a burst shot of it, in hopes that it would capture the highest trajectory point of his spike. and slam, down came the ball on the other side. silently as he was bringing himself back off the ground, you looked at the camera's display to see how the picture turned out.

"hinata, one more shot! i didn't get the right timing,"

"no problem, (l/n)-san!"

once again he positioned himself at where he started and ran up once more, his jump seemingly higher and his spike even more powerful. you took the shot just as you did before, and of course, it came out perfectly.

to be frank with yourself, the first picture you took was already perfect. but it's not like you would've wanted to just stop taking such amazing picture of him after one shot, right? because as far as you knew, this just might be the last time you'll get to take a photo of him.

in this perfect light, it might've just been the last ever times you'll get to spend with him. his overzealous, extremely talkative, firecracker attitude. who knows, maybe growing up would change him, and by then, he wouldn't be the same person you fell for all those years ago.

"(l/n)-san, i bet you, when i'm finally in a pro team, i'll have grown to six feet! i can't wait!"

"even before you're on a pro team, i bet that i'll still be taller than you!"

"well, we'll see when we both grow!"

. . .

"becoming older is slow,"

you remember when you two were in such a rush to grow older, and a little part of you wished that everything could be the same even if they grew distant and apart. after all, the male was going to rio in a pro team, the mbsy black jackals.

but he was still shorter than you. by half an inch, but it was fine, you were still taller, right? at least you still had that.

and at least you had your own hinata shoyo picture that you took, in which you titled 'bathing in light'.

. . .

"ah, rio is such a paradise!" you relish, sunbathing on one of it's most popular beaches. you were there on a vacation with your university friends, and the few of you had split up on the beach to pursue your own activities.

"hey, (l/n)? that you?"

a familiar voice, yet somehow deeper, jolted you from your half-lidded sleep. you looked in the direction the sound came from, and slightly raised your sunglasses. unruly spiked ginger hair, coffee colored eyes. all his features being reflected by the holy rio sunshine.

bathing in light.

"hinata shoyo?" you ask warily.

"yeah, it's me!"

you stood up, and you realized, as much as the teen's insane proposal that he'd grow to six feet was unfulfilled, he was indeed taller than you. you'd missed it all. for all you knew, hinata was secretly studying to be a suit and tie business man! the thought just sent shivers down your spine.

"hey! how has rio been treating you?"

"well, it's been really good! our team has lots of tournaments now, and guess what? i'm finally an official spiker! i can go woosh and pow, and vroom! my ball just booms on the other side!" he said excitedly, having the chance to talk about volleyball.

even if he wasn't jumping up and down like he used to, the ginger was quickly bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands clenched to his chest. you could clearly see that he hadn't changed one bit. he was still the crazy teen you knew and loved from highschool.

"it was great talking to you again, (l/n)!"

"see you, hinata,"

and before he could think otherwise, he pecked your forehead and ran away, blushing.

and with his sneaky skills, in your beach bag was a slip of paper with the phrase of hinata ~ XXXXXXXXXX messily scrawled on.

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uniquely itself - i. hajime x reader

title : uniquely itself words : 883 notes : soulmate au where when you turn 18, you start getting letters from your soulmate with me sneakin in my deh genre : floofy soulmate au warnings : i like deh too much

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dear soulmate,

today is going to be a good day, and here's why;

because today, at least you're you,

and that's enough <3

sincerely, me

the tall, spiky haired, tanned male fished the blue slip of paper out of his locker, reading it over and over again. it just seemed like his soulmate always had just the right things to say even if she had no idea what he was going through.

he studied the way she did her cursive y's and the curves of the heart she drew. time and time again, he would study the 'anatomy' of her handwriting, trying to match it to whoever's he would see.

"yoohoo, iwa-chan! reading your soulmate letters again?" his back recoiled, and he whipped his head around to see his best friend, oikawa tooru, who had just smacked his back again and was visiting him at his campus over the vacation.

"OI! back off! isn't it obvious?" he snarled in reply, and as soon as he looked at the letter again, his facial expression softened once more, trying to match the handwriting to someone he knew. he caressed the little doodles along the margin of the paper.

they weren't all that complicated, they were just little loops and twirls of vines lining the paper, and little flowers scattered around. they looked almost effortless. in his mind, he tried imagining what it would've looked like if he had seen her drawing and doodling.

a nimble wrist, slowly but surely sketching out individual leaf and flower for only her soulmate to see. each flower different from the rest, uniquely itself. each delicately placed upon the blue paper.

"iwa-chan! do you want to come with me to the letter-writing booth? i need to write another letter to her!" he smiled, causing the latter to slap the smirk right off his face, stuffing the little letter into his blazer pocket.

"ow iwa-chan!"

the duo reached the booth, picking a piece of paper from the rainbow selection. absentmindedly the ace himself grabbed a blue paper, and began writing.

dear soulmate,

thank you for the letters. every letter i get from you, it just makes my entire day better. how do you always know what to tell me? it's like you already know me. today's letter was exceptionally good. it was like a whole wake-up call to everything that's been going on in my life. volleyball's been really hectic recently. practices have been more gruelling than ever, and as vice captain, i have more responsibilities than the average starter. but your letters are always waiting for me at the best times. i'm grateful that i'm me. and i'm even more grateful that you're you.

sincerely, me

in his own attempts, the male tried to doodle his own vines and flowers along his letter, but to no avail. they ended up looking like scribbles drawn by a little child.

before he slotted the letter into the slot, iwaizumi stared at his hunched over friend as he continued scribbling on his letter. he averted his gaze to the opposite side, seeing a girl, who looked about 19, writing a letter as well. he saw her grab a blue paper, and began writing.

her (h/c) hair tied up/let down, her hair feelers framing her face, as her (e/c) orbs danced across the page. she tucked some hair frustratedly behind her ear as she concentrated on writing the letter.

her wrist was swiftly gliding across her paper, like a little dancers. she shifted her paper, and began doodling. it allowed for the male to see what she was writing. he couldn't really see what the letter was about, but he saw her handwriting.

how each y curled at the end. each curved heart.

it couldn't be, he thought, it's just a coincidence.

but then he saw her doodles. little vines, looping and swirling leaves and flowers. each flower different from the rest, uniquely itself. that was a familiar sight.

warily he approached the girl, which caused a shift in the writing booth. surprised, she looked up to see the tall, gangly, grown male awkwardly walking towards her.

"uh, i know it looks like i'm kind of intruding, but i noticed your letter and i..." at a loss for words, all he could bring himself to do was pull out the slightly crumpled letter out of his pocket and smoothening it out for her to see.

curiously she looked over, and a wave of familiarity washed upon her.

"h-hey, that's my letter! to my soulmate. how did y-"

and she put two and two together and realization dawned on her. her eyes widened with pure joy, and she dropped her own letter in shock. she slowly walked up to him, a little skip in her steps.

she looked up at him, craning her neck.

"you're really you," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"yes, i'm really iwaizumi hajime. it's nice to finally meet you?" he said, gesturing an introduction.

"(l/n) (y/n), pleasure," she said, pursed lips turning into a large smile.

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years later, the girl who wrote blue letters had on an a-line white dress, embellished with various types of lace and jewels. she stood at the end of the aisle, slowly walking up it, arm in arm with her father.

the (h/c)ette looked up at her dark chocolate haired counterpart, both holding a florally designed, handwritten blue letter.

"dear soulmate, thank you for the letters..."

"dear soulmate, you don't know how grateful i am that you're you..."

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feather soft touch - a. asahi x reader

title : feather soft touch words : 671 notes : not much to say other than i, the author, who is a softie, prepared a LOT of ice cream just to write this. made me go sad uwu genre : aNGST EBDH FIRST TIME warnings : *tw* - implications of death

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asahi was a snuggle junkie.

whether or not it was a huge body pillow or a life sized teddy bear, it would be part of his sleeping ways to snuggle something as he fell into his deep sleep.

the ace was the type of person who would fall asleep into his bed as soon as a day was over, and every single day he would do that, with the known fact that you would be already there, ready for the goodnight hugs as you drifted off together.

every night as the sound of snores started to become inevitable, asahi would wrap you in his arms as you burrowed in like a little rabbit. somehow you fit perfectly into his long toned arms, which served to you as your pillows every single night.

the boy had to admit, after nighttime snuggling with you, nothing could suffice. not even the softest pillow, or even the fluffiest blanket could even begin to replicate the feeling of you being the little spoon cuddled up to his chest.

his favorite nights were when you wore your fluffy onesies to sleep. nights like those reminded him of hugging the life sized teddy bear, but with it cuddling and snuggling and loving him back.

"asahi, c'mon, go to sleep," you beckoned, calling the large boy in. the stumbled into the room and collapsed onto the bed. you stroked his long hair into a fan shape on his pillow, and continued running your fingers through the soft silkiness.

the feeling was addictive. it was like how his mother used to shampoo his hair at her hair salon whenever he needed his hair cut. it was a soothing sensation, to feel your fingers brushing across his scalp every now and then.

he wrapped his arms around you as you perched your arms softly around his neck. he shivered at the contact, and looked straight into your (e/c) orbs. the moonlight reflected her irises, and a small hint of gold shined in her eyes.

you shifted your head closer to his, and he followed suit, knowing your routine.

peppered kisses were snuck in every now and then, and in between the two of you just looked at each other, radiating love and understanding.

you clamped your hands on asahi's cheeks, squeezing them together slightly.

he chuckled, and his simple laughed seemed to light up the whole room.

"i love you, you know that?" you whispered.

and he nodded. nodded like the whole world depended on it. because it did.

every night he wanted to spend with you, every single day he wanted to hug you and kiss you. every single time he wanted to feel that feather soft touch of yours. on his cheek. on his lips. through his hair. between his hands.

your soft smooth hands engulfed by his large calloused ones.

it all depended on that one nod.

for every single night to be like that one.

forever and ever.

because in every morning that he saw your face, he knew that you were his, and he was yours.

every night, for them only, for them to know that every single feeling was mutual.

he couldn't wait for the next night to be like that one.

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the next time the boy even went to his bed again was nights after.

moon after moon of sleepless nights.

pillow after pillow. all of which ended up in the trash after one pitiful usage.

he crashed onto his bed and cried.

absentmindedly he reached out towards his right, only to find an imprint of what used to be there.

the one of the girl who never failed to make him laugh.

the one of the girl who was always by his side.

the one of the girl who encouraged you no matter what happened.

the one of the girl with the feather soft touch.

but that girl was gone.

and from then on, nights could never be the same.

because nothing could compare to her feather soft touch.

a/n : first time writing angsty so i cried even though i wrote this and knew where it was going

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