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synopsis. after his football teammates suggested that dating other people or letting them set him up with people they know, akaashi keiji thought that it might be a good idea so he can erase his feelings for you. but, late-night skates, usual movie nights, dinner routine, football matches, and gig performances tells him otherwise.

or akaashi keiji finds it hard to keep his feelings at bay when he’s starting to notice that maybe, you might be in love with him as well.

pairing. akaashi keiji/reader

genre. fluff, angst, pining, slow burn, humor

contains. roommates au, friends to lovers au, football player au, tattoo artist au

warnings. alcohol consumption, mention of sexual intercourse (but it’s not detailed), long-haired and pierced akaashi, haikyuu characters that are mentioned in here are part of a football team, wholesome interaction between the hq characters that are part of the football team

word count. 17K

notes. omg it’s finally here! i’m so excited publishing this because it took me so long to finish this and i’ve really worked so hard for this fic :D i would like to thank my ever lovely angel baby nona @aiiishiiiteru​ for beta reading this for me! you were so lovely with your comments and suggestions! your words gave me confidence <3 anyway, if you happen to come across this fic and if you’ve enjoyed it, please don’t hesitate to reblog or give feedbacks <3 reblogs will help me a lot and your feedbakcs will be highly appreciated :D !!! thank you so much <3

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“Is it finished already? Is Keiji done?”

You were panting heavily when Makki, Mattsun, and Suna saw you making your way over to the bleachers. Sitting down beside Suna, your eyes wandered around the vast expanse of the field, trying to catch a glimpse of a certain dark, long-haired guy, but there’s none. So, you turn your head around to look at Suna beside you.

“What? Is it done? Did I miss it?” you asked, worry laced in the tone of your voice.

“Yeah, you did.”

It was Mattsun who answered your question. You thought he’s playing around with you but when you stared at him, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze didn’t falter as it screams nothing but seriousness. Then you feel dread filling your entire body as you mutter countless oh no’s, hand coming up to grasp your forehead as you fish out your phone in your pocket. You didn’t mind Makki chuckling beside his best friend because all you could focus on is to call Akaashi and apologize. After all, you were late for his tryout.

You’re about to dial his number when you heard Makki shouting.

“Akaashi! There you go! Come on!” then he claps his hands like crazy.

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mistletoe || akaashi k.

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader summary: bokuto and kuroo have an amazing plan to get you and akaashi together. tsukki gets roped in. genre: fluff! word count: ~2.6k

late christmas fic. reblog are appreciated <3

you trudged up the walkway leading to bokuto’s house, tightly grasping the bottles of cider that you had brought for the occasion. the spiky-haired ace had had the brilliant idea to host a holiday party with his friends, and he had convinced you to come by giving you his famous puppy dog eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist. a soft sigh left your lips as you shifted the cider bottles to one arm, getting ready to knock on the door and stopping when someone else beat you to it. 

“need help?” a soft voice asked. you turned to find akaashi standing next to you, smiling in greeting as he reached for the bottles.

“thanks,” you replied, smiling back as you observed him. he was dressed smartly, a nice shirt tucked into black pants, a peacoat, and his glasses, looking every bit the part of the literature major that he was. you couldn’t help the way your heart leapt as your eyes met his, a pretty blue piercing into pretty (e/c) as you stood out in the cold. 

neither one of you noticed kuroo and bokuto watching from the window.

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domus

a/n: here we have another short drabble dump! i wrote this up very quickly – i’m still working on that long fic i’ve been talking about! i apologize for taking so long to put it together. pls take this short fic as an apology for now. stay hydrated, wear your masks, and be safe! love you all so dearly <3 

plot: when kuroo tetsuro drops the hard-hitting truth that he’s fallen out of love with you, your first thought is to escape. but you find comfort in the least likely person: akaashi keiji, a boy you had grown up with out of forced family interactions, who always seemed so distant from you. yet you probably knew more about him than anyone else. 

characters: fem!reader, ex-bf!kuroo, & family friend!akaashi 

wc: ~3.7k, will probably have other parts in the future.

genre/warnings: angst with dashes of fluff; mentions of alcohol

pt. 2 | pt. 3

edit: now crossposted to AO3!

When you’re in love, you spend weeks and months wondering why time won’t stop. You sit and ponder over why you’ll have to die someday and leave behind the person you’ve dedicated your entire soul to, or what might happen if your death came early and you didn’t get to say goodbye. You wonder why the seasons seem to pass you by so quickly, that in the blink of an eye, you go from enjoying a cup of iced tea on the porch to holding a mug of hot chocolate inside watching snowflakes swirl in their journeys to the ground.

But when love ceases to exist, time seems to stop. The days drag for longer, the seasons crawl at a turtle’s pace, and the inevitable end feels less terrifying. You no longer fear the eventual sagging of your skin or the spider legs that grow at the corners of your eyes. You no longer cling onto a hope that there will be a lover’s hand holding yours at your bed of eternal sleep. You simply become, just you. Solitary, single, independent you.

It’s no longer you and someone else. The realization stings so badly that it physically hurts you, a whimper leaving your throat. You shakily reach over for the next blouse and fight back the tears, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. The skin is chapped and broken to the point that you would need layers and layers of chapstick to save any semblance of it, a terrible habit that you wish you hadn’t possessed. It’s muscle memory, the way you fold the blouse in half, fold the sleeves in, bending it over your arm before it lands in a neat stack of other tops in your suitcase. Your eyes take a glance at the clock, and you gather you have about another hour before you needed to leave for the airport and make it on time for your flight.

You ignore the male figure hunched over on the edge of your bed, tuning out his pleas and broken promises. He begs you to give him time, to implore that it’s all his fault and he’ll make it work for the two of you. Tetsuro promises that he didn’t mean to and that it wasn’t anything you did, but you feel so empty inside that you can’t even find the energy to argue, to turn on him and say that he was pretending to take all the blame so it’d be a better explanation to all your friends. A relationship involves both parties, and while there were special exceptions, this wasn’t one of them. Something was clearly wrong with you, and you were okay with that. You were just tired of Testuro attempting to take everything onto himself.

“I thought it’d be best to come clean with you,” he says, throat hoarse from lack of hydration. “I know you would question it and I haven’t done anything, I swear, I know you’re amazing and don’t deserve to live a lie and—”

“Do you want me to say ‘thank you’?” You interjected quietly, morosely. Your hands slide open the underwear drawer and take out a week’s worth of underwear, bras, and bralettes. “Do you want me to express my gratitude in your honesty for telling me that you don’t love me anymore? You can easily buy a trophy online and make the inscription yourself. ‘Most honest man alive’? Is that what you want?” You ask, tone flat and not possessing the least bit of amusement and humor.

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The life of a singer is not as glamorous as it seems. Sure, there is the fame and the fortune but what no one ever talks about is what happens behind the scenes or rather, behind the screens.

A/N: I have been DYING to start working on this smau, along with another one that I’ll be posting soon once this one is on track. Originally, I was going to do something and post two at once, but then I decided against it. 

The masterlist has now been updated and this is the complete masterlist.

Y/N’s Crew || Tsukishima’s Crew

Don’t Patronize Me

Summoning Duolingo

No Time To Plan

A Closeted Fan?

Surprise

Hatred

Team Dumbass

Dear Brother

Sodium Chloride

Spoiler Alert

Left on Read

Collaboration

Jealousy

Talk To Me

Incognito

Watch Your Back

Hacker Issues

Overprotective Much?

Can’t

Give Us Nothing

How Lovely

Confidential

Never Her

Declaration of Invitation

Agree to Disagree

Breaking News

White Walls

Au Contraire 

Reverse, Reverse

The Start of the End

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I hc that oikawa would be into curvier girls with tummies and thick thighs, preferably on the shorter side,like he'd love for them to have medium length/short hair too.