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The day had started out like any other. At six in the morning, you surfaced back into consciousness, blinking up at your apartment ceiling. When did you start waking up before your alarm? Dutifully, you rose, splashed your face with water, threw on some clothes, and stepped out into the brisk morning fog. This is how you tried to start every day: at least a mile jog to warm up your body and wake up your mind. The town you lived in was small by most people’s standards, and quite old. Many of the streets were cobbled, and most houses stood at at least double your age. The same could be said of your apartment complex; the poor thing was

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader warning: there's like one dick joke that's literally it -/- and honestly, when that day comes, you think it's going to be beautiful. -/- She thinks that when the day comes, it will be absolutely beautiful. The slats of the window blinds will be angled just right, the golden rays of sun filtering through and illuminating the room with new purpose. The air and fine particles of dust will march anew, their tiny heads held high as they stomp across the expanse of the universe with newfound resolve. She'll find him, maybe lounging in the courtyard waiting for her. She'll look at him straight in the eyes and release

oikawa tooru x f!reader warning: profanity college, roommate au -/- i don't want memories to pass me by / but let me hear your voice as if time’s melody will never fade -/- Oikawa Tooru didn't believe in love. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. He stopped believing in love right after his parents got divorced and his mother took his sister somewhere where he could only see her once every week. His father constantly had women hanging off his arms, their hot hands and dizzying breath curl around him, itching to peel off distracting layers of clothing. His father's mouth was always a straight line, moving like it's pulle

You weren't really one for parties, especially large ones. Your boyfriend knew this, but that didn't hinder him from pestering you with the idea of hosting this year's Halloween party. You loved the holiday, you even loved dressing up, but you were hesitant to accept Bokuto's proposal. For one the duplex you rented hardly seemed big enough to contain only the closest of friends he was promising, and secondly, you knew better than to expect Bokuto to stick around to clean up the mess afterward. Still, your significant other was as persistent as he was mischievous. The weeks leading up to the yet-to-be-officially-planned party, Bokuto cooked,

» adult!au | f!reader [ ♫ ] Bokuto Koutarou was a man lost in the fleeting moments he so desperately tried to keep from slipping through his fingers. Eyes glazed over with nostalgia, fists clenched, throat dry, and all. Especially today. It felt like even the slightest breeze could break him in half as his heart suddenly became as tender as the day he lost you, all back to the night where he resorted to drunkenly screaming and crying alone. He thought those days were behind him. Thought, he chuckled to himself pathetically at that word. He had thought of a lot of things, like settling down and having weekend getaways to the cou

college!au You watched impatiently as the professor walked to the podium and began to hook up her laptop to the projector. Eyes alternating between your phone for a text from a certain someone and the entrance to the lecture hall, you frowned in discontentment. Iwaizumi was well aware of how excited you were for this class and how much you enjoyed this specific professor’s lecture style, not to mention that you kind of felt like a jerk saving a seat for someone while all the others of the hall began to fill up rapidly. It also didn’t help that you would get looks from others knowing that there were over twenty people waitlisted f

f!reader inspired by: ♫ Akaashi could only stand before the gates to Fukurodani Academy with a face completely bare of emotion, holding on to the strap of his school bag with one hand while the other was stuffed into his uniform pants’ pocket. His sunken, tired eyes were emphasized by the dark bags right under his waterline. It hadn’t been the best few weeks for him, honestly. From the stress of exams to being vice-captain for the volleyball team that was busy preparing for Nationals, it all piled on top the fact that he was still trying to recover from the breakup that he knew was coming but kept pushing aside. “I j

[spoilers! if you haven't finished the third season] "well, what do we have here?" you heard a voice speak up from behind you. turning your head ever so slightly, you found oikawa tooru standing there with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his navy pea coat and a smug grin decorating his face. "admiring the sunset again?" you returned to facing ahead, propping your elbow atop the bench you were seated on to rest your head against your hand with hooded eyes. "mm, can't help that i'm obsessed with how gorgeous the universe is." you heard him shuffle forward and take a seat on the wooden bench beside you. this was a usual thing: where whe

slight!angst half a meter... that was the distance between you and tetsurou, he noted as his watched you through his peripheral vision. his gaze lingering on your carefree, gentle expression while enjoying the warmth you seemed to radiate so easily. as usual, you were oblivious to the pair of golden orbs that would focus on you every now and then. all he could hear were the even footsteps between the two of you as you both made your daily trek home. it was dark, which was expected since you just finished a student advisory council meeting while the volleyball team wrapped up their usual practice. for as long as tetsurou could remember, you

You know what sucks about childhood friends? It was fucking cliché, that one of the two was bound to fall for other. One day, he's just that snotty little boy you tagged along with almost every day, the next; you're in love with him. It was inevitable, more like an accident really. You didn't mean to fall in love with him, you just did. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is the other cliché of childhood friends; they don't feel the same way you do. And that sucks. No, that's not the worst part. The worst part is having to keep your feelings a secret, lest you endanger your precious friendship for years. Years. For