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“I want to watch something scary,” you teased, poking the boy next to you in the ribs as he grumbled at the suggestion. “No,” he answered shortly (he already knew that watching a scary movie was a recipe for disaster), “you’ll never get any sleep if you pick something scary.” You pouted, sinking back down into the bed. “What should we watch then?” The boy shrugged, furrowing his brows in thought. “It is your turn to pick the movie, after all” you added with a grin. Hajime scrolled through the list of films available on your laptop, pausing briefly to read the short descri

*buzz buzz* You rolled over in bed, squinting your eyes to allow them to adjust to the bright screen of your phone. Haphazardly you punched in your password, wondering who the hell would text you at nearly 3:00 in the morning. TIME: 2:48 AM FROM: TANAKA are you awake? TIME: 2:49 AM TO: TANAKA I am now TIME: 2:51 AM FROM: TANAKA sorry TIME: 2:51 AM TO: TANAKA Are you okay?? TIME: 2:52 AM FROM: TANAKA we broke up TIME: 2:53 AM TO: TANAKA You and Nanami broke up? TIME: 2:54 AM FROM: TANAKA yeah TIME: 2:56 AM TO: TANAKA Do you want to talk about it? TIME: 2:58 AM FROM: TANAKA yeah TIME:2:58 AM TO: TANAKA I’ll be right over. You

(F/n) took a bite of her sandwich, looking up to glance across the café. It was her favorite place to write papers; busy enough to encourage productivity, but not too loud as to ruin her concentration. She scanned the screen, admiring her progress on the report, a seven page history paper due the next day. All she had to do was proofread her draft, maybe correct a few errors, and voila! It would be done. She wiped off her fingers with a napkin, preparing to type once more. The only problem with the university’s café was how (f/n) always seemed to run into people she knew at the worst times. “I thought I spotted you acr

Rain has a funny way of bringing people together. Few people take joy in jumping from puddle to puddle, aimlessly splashing water up from the sidewalks; those commuters are happy to stay above ground during even the strongest downpours, reveling in the cold drops of water that hit their faces with satisfying drips. Everyone else takes the subway instead. (F/n) worked her way down the stairs and through the labyrinth of crowded corridors. At this point she was a pro when it came to public transportation of any kind—she had to be, living in such a large city. She was observant, noticing even the slightest irregularities of movement. Aft

“If you want me to draw you, you need to sit still,” you ordered, shifting your legs to find a more comfortable position in the grass. It was hard enough, balancing a large sketchbook on your leg, without the added challenge of having to re-pose your friend every time he moved to look at another “beauty” pass by. Tanaka swatted away your complaints, “I’m not even moving that much!” “Yes you are!” you stated, jabbing your pencil in his direction, “so if you want this to look okay you’re going to have to stop it.” The boy pouted, crossing his arms to take up his origina

(F/n) looked across the pool deck, taking in all the sights and sounds that the circus in front of her had to offer. There were always the “club moms” as many people called them: the dangerously fashionable yet surprisingly prude women who sat along the farthest edges of the pool, just waiting to scold their children. Then there were the young teenagers who took to the diving boards, always trying to out-do their last dives (or in the cases of those less graceful, their last belly flops). The toddlers were a popular attraction as well, but they were temperamental, even on their best days. No, the real allure of the pool deck rest

“Iwa-chan! Can you tighten the jib?” Hajima nodded, crossing the deck to pull the sail tighter. “(F/n), please don’t call me ‘Iwa-chan’” the boy grumbled as the boat began picking up considerable speed. “I’m sorry. You know I’m only kidding though, right?” The boy smiled as he watched her readjust her well-worn ball cap; he’d once offered to buy her a new one, but (f/n) had kindly refused, explaining how it had been a gift from her father. “My dad’ll be at the next race,” (f/n) yelled over the wind, “I want to introduce you to him.” 

I got those jet pack blues Just like Judy The kind that make June feel like September I’m the last one that you’ll ever remember And I’m trying to find my peace of mind Behind these two white highway lines When the city goes silent The ringing in my ears gets violent Tooru stared up at the ceiling of the bus, taking hold of the bunk’s railing as the vehicle jostled back and forth. It was silent, other than the light breathing (and heavier snoring) of his sleeping teammates. This was the life he’d always dreamed of; being on the road, moving from place to place as a member of Japan’s national volleyball te

She was going to kill her mother for this. First, it was ballet lessons as a child, then it was onto those etiquette classes (aka, the which-of-these-forks-do-I-use-to-eat-this-scallop classes). She’d even gone along with joining the country club, despite the fact that all she really wanted to do was sail. (F/n) didn’t understand the useless socializing that took place in the club’s many dining rooms, but she endured it all for the sake of her wonderful mom. After all, it did make her happy. But this was too far. (F/n) sighed as she dragged her feet toward the club’s ballroom. It was too early for this sort of thing

(F/n) threw back her head as a laugh escaped her lips. Kuroo chuckled at the site. Dinner with the boy was just as wonderful as she’d expected it to be. After finishing up on the golf course, the two chose to eat at the diner down the street from the club. It was a perfectly private location; close enough to the club to be easily accessible, but not “fancy” enough that any of its members would ever dream of setting foot in the establishment. “I still don’t understand,” she spoke through breaths, “how he crashed the cart.” Kuroo took a sip from his soda, “I’m fairly certain that alc

model!au "You know, I've heard the guy you're modeling with is quite the charmer." You rolled your eyes as you got zipped up. "He's a model, is he not? Charm is a given, Michiko." You strapped your heels on and stared at the full-size mirror. Disregarding your comment, your assistant continued. "He's also a member of the national team for volleyball. Impressive, if I do say so myself." You turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Then I guess I must be the luckiest girl in Japan to have the privilege to have him as my partner?" you said monotonously. Michiko gave you a knowing smile. "Let me guess, he's single? Michiko, I know you're one of my b

'Soulmate AU where the first words you hear are inked on your wrist.' The first time you saw his amazing spike, you were passing by the boys gym. You didn't expect anyone to be there, so you were surprised to hear shouts and sneakers hitting the floor. Curiosity got the better of you, and, seeing as you weren't in a rush, you decided to check it out. You entered just in time to see a boy jump into the air and smack down a volleyball, sending it flying to the other side of the net, across the court. "That was amazing!" You think, mentally praising the boy with the wild hair. You thought you only thought it, but when you saw the looks, you

Iwaizumi was a strange person, in your opinion. Most people wouldn't believe you if you said that because you've been friends ever since you came out of the womb. But for some reason, there's this certain part of Iwaizumi's life that you couldn't quite figure out. The romantic part. It's not as if he wasn't good looking, he was. All buff and "mysterious" as other girls had put it. You personally would never describe your dear friend that way, but he was quite handsome.  So during lunch at school, you stared contemplatively at your dear friend as he turned his chair around to eat his lunch facing you. You tapped your chin with your finge

~Read the Intro First~ You were content with sitting at the table and watching your friends pair up with each other until someone tapped your shoulder and cleared their throat. You turned your head, your (e/c) eyes wide in surprise and saw.... Bertholdt Fubar, nervously rubbing his large hands against his black pants as his olive eyes shyly glanced at you and then glanced away. He cleared his throat a few times and loosened his black tie before taking a deep breath and finally met your curious (e/c) gaze. "W-Would you l-like to dance with m-me?" You already felt yourself grinning as you nodded and stood from your seat, allowing the tall te

[Soulmate!AU-Timer] A solemn utterance intended to invoke a supernatural power to inflict harm on punishment on someone or something. A curse. A simple fate that ruined your dreams. '00:00' Why doesn't it count anymore? "I'm going to meet him in 5 minutes, oh my gosh, I'm so scared!" "I can't believe its already at 1 minute, what if I messed this up and ruin for her?!" "10 more seconds...Can I do this?" "5...4...3..." That wasn't you. Neither was it your soul mate, because you don't have any. Giving an encouraging smile that covered up your jealousy, you sent your best friend off with a shove, gesturing her to run along. She gave

    "Kiyoko!"    "Goddess! You are looking as beautiful as ever!"    "You cold gaze is fuel for my empty heart!"    Tanaka and Nishinoya's voices boomed loudly from inside the gym. It was amazing how clear their voices were even when you were just standing outside, waiting for the right moment to enter. Usually this display of affection from the two seniors didn't bother you as much. To be honest you'd find it even weirder if a day had rolled by without their usual high pitched praises for the bespectacled beauty of the Karasuno Volleyball Club, which was of course none other than Kyoko Shimuzu. She was your sister as a matter of fact, whi

(SINCE I FORGOT HINATA IN MY LAST FIC HERE IS ONE ABOUT THE BABY CROW LOVEEEEE HBD SUNFLOWER) Hinata awoke to the faint sound of birds chirping, signifying that the next day had come, and the night before passed ever so silently. He opened his eyes to be met with a ball of hair, but as his vision cleared he realized it was you— your hair was covering most of your face, and you hardly made any noise. He pushed the hair covering your face to the side, and you swatted his hand away sleepily. It was a joy, being able to wake up beside you, who was happily burrowed into his chest, and being able to say that you were his girlfriend. It seem

 title: endgame characters: oikawa tooru, you words: 5,000+ warnings: profanity 01:00:00:00:00 You saw the world in numbers - a ticking time bomb that slowly dropped in rapid, red numbers of years, months, weeks, days, and minutes. It takes you twelve minutes to walk to the train station you use to get to school. Your hands clasp the metal railing above you firmly, waiting for the ten minutes of the mellow ride to pass by. You arrive six minutes early to class before the first bell rings. Twenty eight minutes. One thousand and eighty seconds. Oikawa enters about two minutes later with a flock of pubescent second and first year girls eage