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taken. | tsukishima kei
"Hotaru, you asshole."
Tsukishima, from his spot on the couch besides your form, visibly twitches at your words. It is not so much as the comment that is obviously aimed at him — he knows he is an asshole, after all — that rattles him, but at the notion of how you opt to misspell his name when you clearly know he hates it. How long have you two been dating again? Has he not gone over this before?
He scowls, and lets out a nose of disapproval. "What's with you, idiot? I thought we went over this a week ago," he chips.
You, on the other hand, lays down on the couch which space is entirely covered by your body, hands quickly scrolling through Tsukishima's Instagram account (and let me tell you, it takes a lot of begging, threatening and bribing to force that jerk to install — and later make his own — Instagram). Your whole being is still humming in excitement at the date you just went not more than an hour ago, but it tampers down as soon as you decid
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news. | nicolas brown
This was probably long overdue.
But this was more than nothing at all.
She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and pushed open the door to reveal a hunky figure sitting on the chair by the bed, the ever-present book of sign language in hand whenever he was home. Already the sight of him was enough to let nervous sweat break through the pores on her skin, and seeing his eyes on her as he averted them from the book doubled the emotions that was running rampant through her.
She fidgeted on her spot, not knowing what to say or do when he broke the silence with moderate movements of his hands, signing to her: ‘What’s wrong?’
He couldn’t hear even if she decided to bawl at that moment, but his sharp eyes could see very well, and she knew that he wouldn’t like it if she cried. He literally raised hell on the guys who had tried to grope her in that market a few days ago, and she wanted no repeat of those actions a second time; but this was different.
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Experimental Writing
There are a lot of ways one can do to get rid of unwanted pests, with one of them being a strong, mind-blowing, nose crushing kick to the face.
The guy lands on his back, broken nose steadily streaming thick, red liquid as you come down from adrenaline high, getting your breath in check. You haven't exerted that much energy in a while, and it feels good to let off some steam, albeit in an unnatural way. Though, they are asking for it, if the open window and its broken hinges are anything to go by.
The guy's partner stares at his unconscious friend from his position at said window, knees already buckling under him even though he does try to keep that angry facade up. But you don't care; if these sons of a poor excuse of a bitch want to mess with you, they should know better than to try to aggravate a strange new resident on their first day in town.
"You—" the guy whips his head to know, now fully fuming; his partner is still groaning on the floor, partially out of his head. "You f
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protect. | okumura rin
Nothing is more satisfying that to hear the crack of bones under the forceful slam of a fist against the face of someone that a certain Okumura Rin really hates.
Even though he has no idea whom he just hit.
Though, with you being there, it’s easy to understand how he’ll overlook a thing like that - to him, people associating themselves with demons and bullies mean one thing to him, and that is: people like that must have lessons handed to them. Literally.
Which results in the very situation that’s currently unfolding before your eyes.
The guy’s face hit the ground before his whole body does, and he crumples on like a sack of potatoes. If only you were feeling kinder to the flashy orange Mohawk sporter beforehand, you’d spare him the pitiful smack (smack? It looks like one hell of a punch, though) that the half-demon boy beside you has delivered to him oh so gracefully. Oh, but you’re not one to complain, not when the situation involves
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episode finale. | kise ryouta
Sipping coffee in the rain, waiting for the weather to wear itself out so the sun can make its appearance again - what better way to spend the day than that?
Apparently, two heads can’t possibly think alike.
Taking scalding sips of caffeine from the yellow mug clasped in both hands, Kise sits on the high stool of the counter, watching as drops patter against the glassy surface of the slide doors, feeling himself becoming slightly drowsy just from the sound. He’s on the couch and the television set is on, displaying news on some train accident he doesn’t pay attention to; instead, he’s more focused on the gray clouds that are accumulating across the sky, how he needs a second mug of coffee because the one in his hand is turning tepid, how he’s missing physical warmth that’s supposed to be at his side right now-
The sudden piercing scream nearly makes him jump and spill the contents of his mug all over himself.
‘What the…’
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pick up lines [2]. | yuri lowell
“Hey, [Name].”
“Did it hurt?”
“Did what hurt?”
When you fell from heaven.
You were at a loss for words, spatula in hand nearly dropped due to the surprise that was marring your face. Then you turn, facing the figure that was your husband, Yuri Lowell, who was currently staring at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Are we really doing this again?”
“Hey, you could at least say thank you,” he said, turning you round then wrapping his arms around your torso, putting his chin on your shoulder. “It’s a really nice compliment in more ways than one.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was actually a compliment, not an overused pick up line,” you sighed, stirring the pot of stew that was currently steaming before you. “By the way, can you stop trying to get my attention for once? I’m making dinner and you’re n
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winter dreams. | kiyoshi teppei
kiyoshi teppei x fem!reader

“If you don’t get back inside, you’ll catch a cold.”
Despite having your eyes tightly closed, you choose not to crack one open in favor of peering at the intruder who dares to disturb your peace. Silence doesn’t come easily for you, and you’d like if it could be prolonged without distractions coming your way.
Unfortunately, you won’t get your wish. Not today, anyway.
Your lips quirk in annoyance, though your chest is fluttering with amusement. “Tch, Teppei, don’t you know it’s bad manners to disturb someone who’s resting?” you say, still not opening your eyes. But you can feel the shifts of the figure who’s looming over you, a smile probably gracing his face.
“You, resting? In the middle of snow?” he chuckles. Then, without warning, he leans downwards to pull you up to your feet, successfully making you snap yo
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playing tailor. | archer [emiya shirou]
archer [emiya shirou] x reader

It didn’t fit.
For a moment, you have to take a step back and wonder where on earth you’ve gone wrong with this. Surely, you’ve taken all the right measurements - even a quarter of an inch off and you’d be butchering the whole ensemble away - but why couldn’t it fit like you wanted it to?
Then it hit you; of course-
Archer was just too beefy.
The aforementioned seemed to share your sentiment. The dark suit, fitted along with the black slacks and a pair of polished leather boots to complete the arrangement, hugged his figure a little too tight for comfort. It was neat, yes, and it was perfect for the formal occasion they were going to attend, but why oh why wouldn’t it fit on his body like it was supposed to?
Never mind that he had completely dismissed the fact that you were just that bad a tailor. He could never tell that to your face.
“...It didn’t fit again, did it?” you asked
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patches. | matsuoka rin
matsuoka rin x gn!reader
One more look at the phone in hand and your resolve starts to crumble.
In retrospect, you should have seen this coming. Crushing after one of the campus’ popular athletes does come with consequences, but you’re not one who is in complete charge of their own feelings, much less controlling them. Once it blooms, either it grows or it withers; and in your case, its growth has become a problem that you can no longer contain.
Though, you should have known that rejection feels worse than what is theorized.
Like the salt water that’s suddenly flooding your senses.
You keep forgetting how on earth you’ve been at that place at some point, only that you know you need some relief, and that relief is no longer in the form of the beverage you adore so much, or the chocolate you’ve been binge eating days before, or the sappy romantic novels and movies you’ve been watching for a week since. Ever since the failed confession, all you
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Eiji, SAO Ordinal Scale :iconpatcherinko:patcherinko 4 0
haze. | aomine daiki
Bronze skin meet sleepy gaze as your hands fumble around in search of warmth, despite the big lump of physical heat currently cradling you close to his body, breath fanning your hair.
In the dark confines of his room, you eye the digital clock that lay motionless on the stand. Six thirty. A weekend day and you’re awake this early. You groan and bury yourself into his chest, trying to force yourself to sleep again.
Until the soft peck on your forehead force you to open your eyes again to meet navy ones.
“Morning, babe.”
You want to melt. Aomine’s hoarse voice when he’s at that brink between sleep and awake is its own level of sexiness. You cuddle closer into his figure.
“Morning, Dai. You hungry?”
A low hum vibrates from within his chest and he pulls you a tad closer to his being, ignoring your whiny complaints because this position has inevitably left you trapped tight in his embrace, his torso curling a bit over yours. But hey, he’s a gi
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no longer. | sawamura daichi
WARNING: Mentions of suicide.
*Soulmate!AU where if you’re unable to meet your soulmate when either of you are alive, your dead soulmate will come to you via a dream in spirit.
The twist here is that you only have one dream to see them.

You are afraid.
No, you’re not really afraid of anything. Well, technically, that’s a half-life - you’re not afraid of anything, but you are afraid of some things, like the fear of your parents’ death, losing your current friends, failing in that Math test you studied so hard for.
Losing the person who’s destined to be with you.
In your own words, you may consider yourself as unlucky in relationships. You’ve lost count of how many people that came and went in your life - you just know that in each of them, either they failed you or you failed them, and at some point, you were certain that happily ever after is never really meant for you.
But then there’s this term called ‘soulmate
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quies. | tsukishima akiteru, ennoshita chikara
*Soulmate!AU where you meet your soulmate in your dreams but have no clue on how they look like and the only thing you know about them is their voice and their name.
The twist here is that you have two soulmates.

There's so much on my mind
I don't know where to start
There's that light in your eye filling up the dark

The clock on the stand reads half past ten.
The moon is out, full and bright, its light filtering stubbornly into your room even though you have the blinds down to allow no illumination into your private space. Shafts of it descend on the curled form on the bed that is you, burrowed in sheets and head tucked under the pillow to prevent the glow from rendering you wide awake.
Alas, wide awake you are, and you’re not sure how you’re going to sleep even with darkness surrounding you.
But to be honest, not falling asleep isn’t the only thing you’re concerned about.
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manere. | sugawara koushi
Soulmate!AU where you become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life through dreams where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you in the next lifetime.
The twist here is it takes a while for the soulmate to remember you, and it takes you a while to remember who your soulmate is, too. But once you’ve remembered who your soulmate is, and once you’re together, the dreams will disappear.

The train gives a honk.
She stands there, perplexed, but then he juts his head out of the window and flashes her a smile. The smile that she will be dreaming about for years afterwards.
“I promise, [Name],” he shouts, despite the winds and the train’s chugging nearly drowning his voice. “I’ll be with you in the next life! So wait for me, and I’ll come looking for you-
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pliteole. | ushijima wakatoshi
waka-kun waka-kun
look look
[Name] has changed the chat colors.
[Name] has set the nickname to Ushijimoo.

its a pretty brown
just like u <3
[Name], what are you doing?
Shouldn’t you be in bed right now?
but i’m not sleepy
and it’s still too early
srsly waka-kun do u always go to bed at 9 sharp
I have early practice tomorrow.
Please go to sleep, [Name].
You have early classes tomorrow too.
yeesh fine fine
i’m going to sleep because of u
gnite ushijimoo
i love you
Goodnight, [Name].
I love you too.
What are you doing?
what does it look like
Get down from there please.
Why not?
because i can’t get down
it’s too high
srsly how did i climb this high
i’m not even as tall as u
We’ll be late.
i can’t get down
too high
Scoot to the left.
Then jump.
I’ll be there
So you won’t fall to the ground
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1$ kisses | suga x popular!m!reader |
“I can’t believe you roped me into doing this.” Despite your deadpan voice and mask of indifference, your words gave away just how exasperated you were at being forced to man the most embarrassing station at your stupid school fair.
“Oh come on, [F/N],” your friend Mori laughed, slapping you on the back with a playful grin. “Mister popular gettin’ all shy at the thought of kissing strangers?”
You turned red.
“C’mon, you’re #1 on every girl’s To Date list. You’ll earn us so much money.”
You cringed. “Okay, first of all, do not ever call me ‘mister popular’ again. Second of all, I am so not on every girl’s to date list. Is that even a thing?”
He snorted. “Of course it is.”
“And really, you’re using me to get money.”
“Well I mean, the money is for our club, so…” He trailed off and cast you a knowing look. You sighed. You <
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eatin that booty like groceries | kuroo x m!reader
soulmate au
Nice ass.
Imagine being five years old and asking your mother what ‘ass’ meant. You sure didn’t have to imagine because you spent every day of your life wondering what kind of soul mate uttered those words as their first. You made it a point to wear long sleeves to hide the embarrassing words and only revealed them to your closest friends, who laughed their butts off before offering their condolences. It sucked seeing the romantic shit your friends had tattooed on their arm -- “It’s you…? Oh no, you’re gorgeous!” was one you were immensely jealous of that your good friend Kiyoko had on her arm. Well, until you witnessed her running into her soulmate; a short blonde first year who stammered the words with a red face as soon as Kiyoko apologized.
Seeing them happy together after that made the jealousy come back tenfold, though.
“I don’t see the big deal,” Yachi was saying as you tugged on y
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McBeautiful | kuroo x f!reader
“[F/N], he’s here again.”
You sighed at Shimizu’s words and couldn’t help but peek up at the camera by the Drive-Thru intercom, where that familiar sleek black car sat waiting. Your headset dinged to alert you of his presence, though initially it had been Shimizu who was set to take the next drive in order since your shift ended in a couple minutes.
“I’ll take it,” you said quickly. Shimizu nodded as you hurried to the register and held down the button on your headset. “Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?”
That familiar voice dripping with forced charm buzzed through the headset into your ears; “I’d recognize that beautiful voice anywhere. Havin’ a good evening, [F/N]?”
You’d think you’d be used to having him call you so familiarly by now, but it still made your face flush. You turned away so Shimizu couldn’t see your ridiculous reaction, and you tried to keep your cool.
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shelter. f!reader x akaashi
i find shelter in this way.
under cover, hide away.
can you hear when I say
i have never felt this way?

[ You have one new message. Beep. ]
“Hey, [NAME], it’s Jun. I’ve tried calling your cell but you’re not picking up. Is this what our relationships come to? I know you can be a cold bitch but now you’re not even bothering to answer me? Don’t you have anything to say?”
You took a long sip of your green tea.
“I was right about you. You don’t care about anything. Not yourself, not me, not anyone. You never did. I guess this is the end. I won’t miss you.” Beep.
He was right. You laughed softly as you set your cup down and detangled yourself from your blanket. You weren’t quite drunk but mixing anxiety medication and alcohol had not been a good idea. He really was right, you didn’t give a shit about yourself, did you? Why did you even bother dating, then?
You probably thought he was different
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Birthday [Sugawara Koushi]
It was a lovely afternoon. The sun was shining bright, birds were chirping happily, and children were laughing merrily. It would've been a perfect evening if not for the slumped figure facing outside the window, their face clearly showing distress. Maybe we shouldn't use 'they', for that dispirited figure was you. You were very, very worried by the fact that your boyfriend, Sugawara Koushi, hadn't contacted you in any way today. Not even a single hi! How rude is that? And the fact that you became more sensitive to every single action he does isn't helping. It just made you feel worse. You noticed how much he interacted with other girls, much to your displeasure. With worry, sadness, anger, AND jealousy all mushed together into your tiny heart, how could you say that it's a good day?
"[f/n]! [F/N]!" Your best friend cut off your trailing thoughts.
"Wh-what, [bff/n]?" You replied, acting as if you were listening to her the whole time.
"Do me a favour and stop sulking, will you?" She comp
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If He Is . . . A Crystal [Azumane Asahi x Reader]
If he is a crystal, I am a light that is just passing through.
I sat quietly in the library, reading a book, as a tall figure pulled out the chair next to mine and sat down. Still looking at the book I was reading, I smiled, knowing exactly who it was. Not many people would’ve noticed where I was sitting; a secluded place away from the little noise that couldn’t be avoided in a library. Only he knew. Like usual, he sat down with a smile, but, today he had brought something other than a book with him; some papers.
It wasn’t to get time away from the crowd; it was to get time with him.
Knowing him only through these little library breaks, we began talking only after he helped me when I couldn’t reach for a book on higher shelf. His reason to sit with me thereafter was because he claimed that he’d be able to help me again.
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If He Is . . . A River [Oikawa Tooru x Reader]
If he is a river, I am a canoe wondering where I shall go.
“It’s for you,” I remember saying, my hands outstretched as I followed his gaze from my opened palms  to what was laying inside.
He smiled –I knew he would- “Thank you, (Y/n)-chan!” He was five years younger then, and so was I. I had known him for years when I was younger, yet, I didn’t think that something small I had made because I wanted to give him a present for his birthday would go far. However, he apparently still holds onto it.
‘Sometimes, rivers dry up, and nothing can be done’ was what I thought at the time.

Today, five years later, I found myself leaning towards the window more rather than to my other side, on which Oikawa sat on. Needless to say, on that particular day I was wondering why he wasn’t as talkative as he usua
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If He Is . . . The Moon [Tsukishima Kei x Reader]
If he is the moon, I am a little star struggling to shine.
“Tsukishima, what are you listening to?” I asked, just as I arrived at school. There was no reply. I sighed, taking my seat in front of him, knowing very well that he wouldn’t remove his headphones for quite some time. I had known him for years now, and yet he couldn’t seem to start the day in any other way.
The bell rang, and school started. It was yet another day at Karasuno.
“Tsukishima!” I turned to face my classmate, the top ranked in class. “You have to help me revise for the exams,” I pleaded, my eyes looking for any signs of hope. There were none. It wasn’t a surprise that he was listening to music again, yet, I was not one to give up. I kept talking. In the end, he had to surrender and listen to me.
He pretends not to hear, but I never hear
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If He Is . . . A Guardian Angel [Sugawara Koushi]
If he is a Guardian Angel, who has he chosen to protect?
“Sugawara Koushi! What do you think you’re doing?!” I looked at my classmate, and friend, as he sat forlornly on the steps after practice. He looked up at me and gave me a weak smile.
“Hey, (Y/N). I was just trying to clear my mind a little,” he smiled more genuinely this time, his eyes wearily watching me as I took a seat next to him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking him straight in the eye.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” he looked away, rubbing his hands together nervously.
Angels can fly because they carry no burdens. What's weighing you down?
He knew I wasn’t buying it. More silence. He finally caved in. “I met the guidance counsellor today. He wanted me to stop club activities,” he looked at me, making sure I was listening
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Bring Me Flowers [Akaashi Keiji x Reader]
Alternate Title: Bring Me Flowers on Our Wedding Day
Hey Keiji
Bring me flowers on our wedding day okay?

Akaashi walked slowly, straightening his tie as he clutched the bouquet tightly. It was today.
It really was today.
Today was the day.
You sat in front of the mirror. Admiring your elaborate hairstyle that had taken hours to arrange. You were excited to say the least. Excited but horribly nervous at the same time.

“[F/N], are you ready?”
His voice was like a melody to your ears. A voice you would never forget, a voice you could recognize in an instant.
“I’ve been ready since hours ago.”
He walked through the large doors of the wedding hall, startled by the sheer amount of people.
Akaashi had never expected this many people to be there, he was surrounded by faces. Familiar ones and others he had never seen before.
He swallowed, feeling a bitter taste arise in his mouth. A feeling he couldn’t quite pinpoint, one he wasn
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Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader :Ikanaide:
Don’t go..
For all his life he’d seen the night sky as a representation of how many chances he would get to love.
Millions of chances, but so far out of his reach.
Why couldn’t he just pick one to keep to himself, why couldn’t he be that selfish?
He liked it when all the street lights had turned off, It’s dark.
Dark enough to indulge in the comfortable silence the night brought him, a peaceful setting each time.
Where is the one he could enjoy this with?
To sit outside on nights like this and just enjoy each other's company.
No matter how many times he’s tried to love, it never worked.
The majority of cases consisted with their love for Oikawa, but Hajime was always left behind.
Not in pain, he knew there was quite a big possibility of such things taking place and he knew Oikawa wouldn't do anything if he knew how his friend felt so what's there to worry about?
Why couldn’t he be the desired one for once, just one time w
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Parental Woes | Oikawa Tooru
[Part One in Description]

You groan again, eyes flicking to the door over and over with nervous energy.
"Why did I agree to this again?" you ask, furrowed forehead not yielding to Oikawa's soothing touch as he rubs his thumb careful along your brow.
"She wanted to go out."
"She wanted to go out. She's a fully fledged teenager," he chuckles briefly as he remembers of his own late nights at her age but at the gym rather than a party, "and I think that that independence is important."
Shaking your hands vigorously, you mumble, "I don't care about her going to a party- I know the family. It's just... I don't want her coming home late and alone on public transport."
Oikawa gives himself a short nod (what a therapist, being able to get to the root of the problem) and squeezes your hand in a form of controlling its fearful movement, "I know that topic is very-"
"You don't understand! I was terrified! If you hadn't come along, and woken up, and stopped him
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Textbook. - Iwaizumi's Hajime x Reader

Iwazumi Hajime
Warning: Sexual implications

It was bad enough as it was that you were tired from late night activities with your boyfriend.
Iwaizumi didn't go easy on you, as usual, and you were really feeling it today at school. Legs hurt, back was sore, it made you wince to walk normally, and navigating the girls locker room before P.E. to hide all the marks was a chore. If it wasn't for the fact that Iwaizumi's small knowing smirk appeared every time he saw you, you would've glared and ignored him. But like most of the things the stoic boy did, that particular smirk made your lower regions throb all over again.
It was during P.E. when it happened.
You were sitting on the floor, one leg bent in a criss-cross position and the other stretched out to the side. Chatting with your friends, you reached for your toes of your stretched out leg to lengthen your muscles. After you were satisfied, you folded in your other leg to match the on
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. dating woes | Akaashi Keiji
[4.12 pm]
[Name]-san, what are you doing this evening?
[4.14 pm]
Hm, hey Keiji ♥
Nothing special, maybe some studying
Why are you asking?
[4.15 pm]
Me and Bokuto-san are planning to go see a movie and we were wondering whether you’d want to tag along?
[4.15 pm]
Oh, will the owl-streaked bastard accompany us?
I’d rather go alone with you, Keiji
Like, you know, the two of us, on a date
Definitely not with Bokuto
[4.16 pm]
As tempting as it sounds, we need Bokuto-san to be in perfect condition for an upcoming volleyball match
So we can’t just ditch him, I’m sorry, [Name]-san
[4.16 pm]
That’s so unfortunate, I miss how we used to go to that quaint, small café out for hot chocolate
[4.17 pm]
So do I, [Name]-san, but since Nationals are rapidly approaching, we’re using most of our spare time to practice, so we have practically no time to do other things
[4.17 pm]
WAIT, I think I just got the
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What If? - Drabble Ish
Kei Tsukishima x F!Reader

Hey [Name]. Aren't what ifs beautiful? They are indications of what could've been. What could be. I find that beautiful.

What if I had met you, that rainy day, when we both forgot our umbrellas?

"Darn it, I forgot my umbrella!"
"...Me too." 

What if we had run together, laughing as we got soaked to the skin by frigid rain?

"Hahaha, it's so cold!"
"...Why are we running, again?"
"Why not? It's more fun this way!" 

What if you had come to my practices?

"Tsk, you're here again?"

What if our friends had made plans to meet at the same place with us, but bailed in the last second?

"Ahhh, she said she can't come!"
"...Bokuto-san, Akaashi-san, and Kuroo
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Well, I don't think I deserve to be mad.
People say a lot of things when they're tired, after all.
Uni is slowly killing me with studies and classes and activities and now with all these titles I wanna die
I wanted to write something with a title in mind, but no plot came. Fml
I'm starting to question my purpose here
Uni life has me like !!!! but mostly I'm like ????????

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Selvatic Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2017
Buuuuunch of favs! Thanks so so so much! :heart:
patcherinko Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017  Student Writer
You're very welcome!
Oceanhues Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  Hobbyist
Hello~ Thank you so much for the watch! ><
patcherinko Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017  Student Writer
You're welcome!
KarenTakamiya Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2017  Hobbyist Writer

thank you for the matsuoka rin fav! it means a lot!
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