THE TINY LIBRARY PROJECT Akaashi Keiji X F!reader

THE TINY LIBRARY PROJECT — akaashi keiji x f!reader

amongst a tiny library filled with inappropriate playboys and cheat sheets, you start exchanging novels with someone who calls themselves “the owl”.

genre: strangers to lovers au, college au | fluff 

warnings: aged up characters, popular jock literature major akaashi, a fic where the characters know each other but don’t really know each other, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity, hurt/comfort! 

word count: 12.1k 

a/n: because i think akaashi would be that type of college jock who secretly adores reading </3 

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The miniature, public, outdoor tiny libraries appear in the spring of your third year at university. According to the school, it’s a university library-operated project created to reboot public interest in the paper-bound fictional novels by inviting the students to engage in the sharing of favorite books amongst one another. That’s the idea, at least—to invite back the form of medium that has been overtaken by the digital age of audio books and mouse clicks that replace the handle of flipping pages. 

It hops onto the recent trend you’ve seen in the news more and more, of these little wooden boxes representing little houses that hold a small collection worth of books for people in the community to share amongst each other. One simply leaves a book inside, inviting others who visit the aforementioned little box of wood to either leave their own recommendations behind or take a peek at what their peers like reading. This type of exchange could either spark a conversation or at least bring back popularity in paper bound novels. Even if it would only be on the free sort of borrow and exchange tradeoff. 

The university calls it The Tiny Library Project. 

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not my type.

⤷ oikawa tooru x f!reader

tw. profanities, suggestive themes, blood, alcohol, everyone is aged up.

synopsis. getting drunk at a bar is the most ideal way to get rid of a broken heart, and somehow it escalates when oikawa tooru gets drunk alongside with you.

genre. romance, fluff, angst, songwriter!reader, post-timeskip!setters (and some other characters), unrequited love, pining, slow burn, musician!au, college!au, love triangle!au

status. ongoing

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a/n. i was just listening to some music from childhood and just thought it was perfect for an idol/musician au. this will feature the pretty setters squad and i'm not really sure who is entirely in there so please don't mind if other setters are included. and i couldn't find a nice/good name for them so i'm sorry if you cringe 'cause i did too.

INTRODUCTION.

the band: pretty for you.

mc + others.

pretty for you's profile.

pretty for you's discography.

CONTENTS.

chapter one: my name's pretty sexc though

chapter two: bipolar much😡

chapter three: two shocks for the night

chapter four: we're gonna get married

chapter five: i'm so screwed

chapter six: you only love me for my ass🙄

chapter seven: yes daddy

chapter eight: damn bro his arms😩

chapter nine: hold the fuck up—

chapter ten: we've met before, haven't we?

chapter eleven: suits us💦

chapter twelve: we're cool

chapter thirteen: have you ever drank fish pee?

chapter fourteen: you're so biased😭

chapter fifteen:

chapter sixteen:

chapter seventeen:

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 12 ) [ final ]

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,517

warnings/notes: this is it, folks! thank you all for the love and support with this & for welcoming me so warmly to the haikyuu fandom. i cannot wait to write more for kawa or kuroo. thank you all for sticking around for the end! <3

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bet || oikawa tooru

pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader summary: in which a bet between you and your friend finally makes oikawa snap. genre: sort of enemies to lovers but not really??, fluff to make up for that suga fic :( word count: ~4.1k

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Everyone knew how things worked between you and Oikawa. 

Each day, you would arrive at school and go to your locker, getting everything ready for your day. After a few minutes, Iwaizumi would approach you and greet you before turning to his locker, which coincidentally happened to be placed next to yours. The two of you would make small talk for exactly two minutes, discussing random events from your days until Oikawa showed up. Once he showed up, everyone knew better than to stick around and after another thirty seconds, it was only you, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi left in the hallway. 

The next conversation would begin with Oikawa making some kind of snide remark towards you as he tried his best to make you act out. You would then give him a snarky reply of your own before flicking some part of his body (usually his chin) and turning away, ready to head to class. Then, Oikawa would stare after you for exactly three seconds before shouting some type of insulting yet flirty comment after your retreating figure as Iwaizumi slapped him upside the head. 

It was the same routine every single day and sometimes, that exact exchange would take place during lunch as well. If this were to happen, you would spend the rest of your day silent and annoyed, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring so you could leave the grounds of Aoba Johsai and not think about Oikawa for the rest of the day. Oikawa, on the other hand, would be visibly irritated up until practice, at which point he could work his frustrations off by practicing his deadly serves. 

The point is, the entire population of Aoba Johsai knew that the two of you weren’t friends and would most likely never be friends. So why was it that you two always seemed to be interacting in some way? 

To Iwaizumi, the answer was obvious. He knew Oikawa better than most, and the genuine (albeit tiny) smile and red tint to the tips of his ears that were present whenever he interacted with you revealed the way the setter truly felt about you. If that wasn’t proof enough, then the way Oikawa would rant about you was more than enough evidence. 

“Iwa-chan I can’t believe how infuriating she is,” Oikawa would yell, bouncing a volleyball against the ground a few times. “I hate the way she always has something to say and don’t even get me started on the way her eyes sparkle whenever she insults me back. Ugh!” 

“Are you sure you don’t like her, Shittykawa?” Iwaizumi would ask boredly, rolling his eyes when Oikawa began to fake gag. 

“Ugh, no! Why would I?” Oikawa replied, an expression of disgust in his face. 

Neither one of them commented on the fact that Oikawa would plan out his conversations with you ahead of time, determined to get even the briefest moment of your attention. 

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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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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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