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super-haikyuu-hotline · 4 years

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hey nish! here are three titles for your fic summaries! "devil's trap" , "never fall in love" , and "light district" - rach also p.s. i love ur blog so much!!

Hey there, Rach! (✿´‿`)

AAA, not just one but three titles! I’m so spoiled. Thank you so much! And thank you for your kind words heheh. You’re so sweet!

These are such lovey titles. I hope you like what I came up with!

devil’s trap

Character(s): Sakusa Kiyoomi or Kuroo Tetsurou (separately) Genre: Angst with a (partially) happy ending Possible warning(s): Blood, violence, mayhaps some body horror because it’s the underworld

Estimated word count: A long-ish fic. Not sure if it will be a multi-chaptered thing, or just a very long oneshot. At least 5-7k words apiece.

Fake summary: A Greek Underworld AU.

For Sakusa, a rough retelling of the story of Hades and Persephone. You venture into the underworld out of your own will, to satisfy a morbid curiosity about the callous and friendless - and admittedly deathly handsome - deity who has his seat as the lord over it. No one ever told you how such soulless eyes could ignite the spark of life in your chest that has long been only ashes.

For Kuroo, a story where Charon is the protagonist, for once. You die without a bribe for the ferryman under your tongue. As a fair middle ground, he takes you onto his boat and lets you sit with him as he ferries the other dead to the underworld. Lets you talk with him and see how he lives. When you finally manage to wrangle a spare coin from your fellow dead, he finds that he wishes you didn’t have to go after all.

never fall in love

Character(s): Kageyama Tobio Genre: Fluff (though, this will be a very slice of life piece) Possible warning(s): Sexual innuendoes, though this fic would easily give way to a full sex scene (or several); there will be timeskip spoilers as well

Estimated word count: A multi-chaptered fic. A target word count of at least 20k words, but I reckon up to 30k+ words is possible if inspiration strikes right and consistently. Final word count beyond 20k words also depends on where the story starts.

Fake summary: A fake dating AU.

Kageyama just wants to get his teammates off his back about him being a “frigid dick”. It doesn’t help that the media paints him in the same light. It’s little consolation that magazines perpetually rank him very highly on their list of World’s Most Eligible Bachelors when his face is always accompanied by some subscript of questions regarding his sexuality and/or the health of his genitalia.

He’s dragged to a club one night where he chances upon you, who just got out of a long relationship and decide to take on the (insert fake magazine title)’s Eligible Bachelor Number One just for kicks - maybe an ego boost too, because Kageyama’s decidedly way hotter than your ex.

light district

Character(s): Akaashi Keiji Genre: Heavy angst potential! Though a fluffy ending is possible too. Possible warning(s): Sexual innuendoes (this fic also has potential for multiple full sex scenes), mayhaps a dystopian world of sorts

Estimated word count: Also a multi-chaptered fic. I’d target at least 8k words, but this can go up to 20k words if the story demands it of me.

Fake summary: A mashup of a Detroit: Become Human AU, with elements of a reincarnation AU.

You’ve been dreaming about him for as long as you can remember. You don’t know who he is, or how you know him, but you do know that you know him very well. It’s a face that you could point out even if you were blind. But it’s a face that you’ve never seen without the haze of deep sleep.

So you make him. Make that face with parts you salvaged from the android junkyards. Make a body that befits that beautiful face. You can’t afford to buy a custom android, so you make him and you name him and you love him.

Sometimes, you wish he was a real man. Like the man you’ve met and known and loved deeply in your dreams.

AAA. I had so much fun with these, Rach! ( ﾟヮﾟ) Your fic titles are beyond lovely. Methinks I’ll take up more than one of these and turn them into an actual fic heheh. I’ll make sure you’re the first to know!

If you want to see more of this, please send me a fake fic title and I’ll write you a summary for it!

#nishtalks #hq!!#ask game #fake fic summary game #AAA #THESE ARE SUCH GOOD FIC TITLES #the ideas are incredible #totally different from coming up with a fic all by my lonesome #thank you so much for these!#i feel Inspired™#with the trademark!!!#rach

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super-haikyuu-hotline · 4 years

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Hey there, sweeties! ^̮^

I’ve been sad about Haikyuu!! ending, and it really hurt my motivation to write fics, so I’m opening my askbox for some of these!

I’ll grab any strand of inspiration I can get right now, so please feel free to fire away heheh. I look forward to seeing what you can come up with! And I hope you look forward to the fake fic summaries I come up with as well heheh.

Send me a title for a fake fic, and I’ll write a fake summary!

#nishtalks #announcement #ask game #fake fic summary game #askbox is open just for this!#i'll make sure to change it in my bio #so it's clear heheh

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Skira, I love you. ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ This Picrew image maker is so good! I’m going mad trying to make all my favourite boys on it over here heheh.

I think I’ve made it clear that Ushijima is my favourite boy. But somehow I can’t get him right! ಥ_ಥ I wanted a kimono shot with him!!! Like the one you have with Hosoyan!

I tried making a Haikyuu!! boy according to the hairstyles available (because it’s quite impossible to make Ushijima’s hair), and I got this! I’ve been feeling soft for this boy lately, so I’m happy with how it turned out heheh.

Here’s me with Futakuchi!

I may or may not have been goaded into writing something self-indulgent with Futakuchi after this. But ssh! It’s a secret. Please don’t remind me that I said this heheh. °ロ°

Anyway, I’m tagging @sushizombie @knocklast @kittygonyan @this-kitty-got-claws @sinkix and @theedgesofprint! Please enjoy heheh.

As usual, everyone who sees this and wants to do it can consider themselves tagged!

Picrew where two people can be made!!

( I totally didn’t think of Hosoya while doing mine)

Btw this picrew is not mine, someone did it on Reddit and put the link there. Credit goes to its creator!!

To anyone wondering, my imaginative scenario is me and hosoya getting married and hence the kimonos and smiling and the intertwined hand

Tagging for you all to try!! Do anyone you want!! Or Hosoya!! Tagging as many as possible haha so u guys can have fun XD

@lauraaniaantonia @nsisbest385 @add-a-teaspoon-of-heroism @levichan17 @faraahrose @rentoin @esma-nisa @lizvdaae @juvia-de-colores @seiyuuslittleforest @solemn-symphony @psychemenace @evilsmile99

#nishtalks #personal #tag meme #i love this picrew so much #thank you skira!#i'm love you #and i'm love this #and i think i'm love futakuchi now #how dare he look so handsome here #how dare he #i want to fight him

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super-haikyuu-hotline · 4 years

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some more chaos

#nishtalks #hq!!#not mine #reblog #i love how kags gave iwa-chan's smile a 15 #!!!#this #so cute!

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Character Masterlist!

All posts listed here are listed in order of oldest to newest. (˘▾˘)

Futakuchi Kenji

Fluffy morning cuddles (scenario) (fluff)

#nishtalks #character masterlist #hq!!#haikyuu!!#futakuchi kenji

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super-haikyuu-hotline · 4 years

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fluffy morning cuddles with kenji, daichi and wakatoshi, please and thankuh!

Ooh! This is such a precious ask. I’m soft just thinking about it heheh. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Thanks for sending this in! I hope you like it! ( ﾟヮﾟ)

Futakuchi Kenji

“… Oi, don’t get up,” came a gravelly voice from behind you. “It’s still damn early. Go back to sleep.”

You shifted to face him and pulled at his arm so that he would drape it across the dip of your waist again. Futakuchi hummed when you scooted closer, close enough for the stray strands of your hair to tickle his chin. You could feel him move to press kisses in your hair, and you tilted your head up slightly so that he wouldn’t need to strain his neck for it.

“I’m not,” you said, and your sleepiness was palpable in your drawl.

You yawned, the top of your head knocking into his jaw when you threw your head back. “Oi,” he said again, the usual bite in his tone when he said it lost for it being so early in the morning.

Or maybe it was because he was talking to you. If this was the case, you knew that he would rather choke on a handful of tiny sour gummies and get laughed at by a horde of small children than admit it without throwing an insult into the mix.

Tsundere.

“Sorry,” you said, a sudden shiver coming over you. You tucked yourself under his chin once more and pulled the blanket up high enough to cover most of your head. He adjusted his position, his body moving to accommodate you when you had curled up against his chest. The blankets fell with his movement, and you shivered again when the cold air met the exposed skin of your face and neck. He tugged the blanket back up again so you would be sufficiently covered, before setting his hand on your side.

“It’s raining,” he said, and you nodded, even if he couldn’t see it. Futakuchi ran his hand along the curves of your side, eyes closed, breath fanning over the top of your head.

“You talk too much for someone who wanted to sleep in.”

“Says the one who keeps talking. Idiot,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You didn’t want the rather crude Futakuchi almost everyone else knew him as to come out yet, so you simply gave a grunt and let your forehead fall into his collarbone while you waited to sleep to get back to you.

Sawamura Daichi

“I’m hungry.”

He laughed at the whine in your voice, and you could feel his laughter rumbling pleasantly in his chest. You pressed your face deeper still into his upper back, your forehead resting just under the sharp points of his shoulder blades.

“Daichi,” you said, arms coming to wrap around him. Sawamura stopped you, tapping on the back of your hands until they had disappeared behind him and fell back by your sides where they belonged, and not in front of the stove.

“Y/N, I’m making breakfast already. Try not to get burned while waiting, okay?”

You all but grunted into his back, the sound muffled from how you appeared to be trying to lose your face in him. Sawamura laughed again, but your listening pleasure was interrupted when he moved to flip the omelette over in the frying pan. There was a mouth-watering series of sizzles that arose from the uncooked side of the omelette meeting the hot metal, and you were delirious enough – you had yet to have a sip of coffee, after all – that you could almost taste it even without eating it.

Buttery and tender, your mind supplied when you began chewing on the air inside your mouth even if it tasted like nothing.

You turned your head to the side so you could quickly wipe the drool forming at the corners of your mouth. He laughed when he heard the telltale sound of you trying not to drool as you waited for the food to be ready.

“You know, you could just make breakfast for yourself, Y/N. You’re good at cooking, aren’t you?”

You knew he was trying to egg – you laughed to yourself when you realised the pun – you into cooking in the mornings for once, and you gave him a disapproving grunt in response.

“If I cook for myself, I won’t need you anymore,” you said, your petulance apparent even to your own ears.

“Is that all you keep me around for? I’m hurt,” Sawamura smoothly replied, taking a step to the right to slide the now cooked omelette onto a plate for serving and you followed.

You decided not to say anything to that. It was your turn to laugh when he turned to you with a look of mock disappointment on his handsome face.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You felt the mattress dip to your left, so you opened your eyes to see Ushijima getting back into bed.

“You’re not going to practice yet?”

You reached out for him, eyes still half-closed from being awoken from your sleep for the second time this morning. He was the one who closed the space between and lay on his side in front of you. Ushijima inched forward slightly, so that his chest was flush against you.

He shook his head in answer to your question. “I don’t have practice today,” he said, propping himself up on his elbow with his cheek on his palm, and he peered down at you.

“Please don’t watch me sleep. That’s kinda creepy, Wakatoshi-kun,” you said, keeping your eyes half-open when it became apparent Ushijima didn’t return to bed with the intention of sleeping.

“But I like it. You look cute when you sleep.”

You laughed, and there was an almost imperceptible curl to the corners of his mouth when you did. Lying this close to him, you could detect the barest hints of his body wash and aftershave on his skin. You took a deep breath in, trying to commit the smell to memory for the times when you woke up alone and wished you weren’t.

“Your hair’s still wet,” you said, opening your eyes again when a few little droplets fell on your cheek with his movement. Ushijima had his arm bent under his head, to keep his still damp hair from wetting the pillow.

“I wanted to come back quickly.”

When he had stilled from moving about to find a comfortable position, you closed your eyes and settled your face in the crook of his neck. You pressed closer still to Ushijima, wanting to feel his body heat warm you up. The blanket was only covering your legs, and you were too lazy to grope around your thighs to cover the rest of you.

Just when you could feel yourself getting pulled back into sleep, you caught a whiff of coffee in the air, and you heard the distant beeping of the coffee machine too. The smell sent a jolt of energy through you, and you untangled yourself from him and sat up.

“You made coffee?”

He nodded, sitting up as well. “I made breakfast too.”

Taglist: @theedgesofprint

#hq!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi kenji x reader #sawamura daichi #sawamura daichi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #scenario #fluff #what a cute ask!#how domestic heheh #i'm love these boys

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psst but enemiest o lovers

Hey there, sweetie! ◔ ⌣ ◔

AAA. I like a good enemies to lovers thing!

The thing is that this trope is tricky? There are some people that use this trope and then write borderline abusive relationships, and I just (ಠ_ಠ). This is not what the trope is for.

However, when done well and treated lovingly, this trope is very, very good!

#nishtalks #ask game #writerchat #AAA #thank you for sending an ask!#i was getting worried this sideblog was too small for anons who want to chat #but i'm glad you're here heheh

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New Ask Game!

Tell me about one fic trope/plot device that you like (bonus points if you tell me why you like it, or give me a fic rec!), and I will tell you why I agree with you or not.

I don’t if this has been done before, but I just wanted to do some fic talk heheh. I’m in a weird place with my writing at the moment. I suppose I just wanted you to bounce some ideas off me heheh.

Anon or not, please come at me! \ (•◡•) /

(Just an aside, but please come and scream at me about my fics! My WIPs! Your fics! Your WIPs! Ask game or not, I’m always down for writerly chat heheh. This has been a PSA. ᵔᴥᵔ)

#nishtalks #ask game #writerchat #please talk to me!#please and thank you heheh

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breathe (akaashi/reader)

This is my first ever server collab here! ＼(*^▽^*)/ Both on this blog and on the Karasuhoes server, so I’m very excited heheh.

The prompt for this is “Hey, just look at me. Breathe.”

This reads very hurt-y and comfort-y, but I’m not really in the mood for that. Or angst, for that matter. So here’s a fluffy thing I wrote for it! This might be a little hurt-y and comfort-y though. Just a little warning? Heheh. It’s more fluffy than hurt-y and comfort-y, I promise.

I’m falling in this pit called “Akaashi stan”, and I’m not ashamed of it. He’s extremely stan-able, and I was a fool for not falling sooner. (≧◡≦) Please fall with me heheh!

You can read the other fics in this collab here on the masterlist by the lovely @animewh0re! Our server has many talented writers, so please check them and their writing out. I’m sure you’ll find something good!

This is a little long, so it’s under the cut.

Character(s): Akaashi Keiji Relationship: Akaashi/Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): -

Summary: You hate getting shots at the doctor’s.

Word Count: 1.7k

breathe

You really wanted to go.

Taking a breath, you steeled yourself for what has to happen once more. Or you tried to. Being brave when it was needed wasn’t exactly your strongest point. But if you could choose just one moment in your life when you managed to gather whatever courage there was in your whole body, it would be this one.

You continued your pacing, back and forth, back and forth, running your nails needlessly across the surface of your palms in a similar fashion. You sucked in a deep breath, long and slow and practiced, focusing on the sensation of your lungs filling with air. Of your chest swelling, feeling tight and feeling full. Anything you could put your attention to. Anything other than the reason why you were in the community hospital at this point of time.

There was the creak of a doorknob turning, and yet another one of your classmates emerged from within one of the two doctor’s offices that were open. Her sleeves were rolled up all the way to where the curve of her shoulders began, and the only things that stood out were the telltale beige circles on both her upper arms.

If she could do it, you could too.

Again, you pulled in a breath, counting the faces that you recognised in the waiting room and feeling a sense of dread creeping up the back of your neck at the number. There were only nine people left. Ten, if you counted yourself in. You had made an agreement with yourself that you wouldn’t be the last to go in, and yet, it became more and more tempting as the numbers dwindled.

Your gaze went to the big clock hanging close to the exit of the waiting room. It was almost three in the afternoon. Akaashi’s class would be due for their turn soon.

You exhaled, wringing your hands and hoping that the movement would force some sensation into them. You could already feel your legs starting to turn into lead, in spite of how frantically you’d been wandering around the waiting room since you had arrived, and you had been obnoxiously early. The previous class was still having their turn then, and Akaashi’s class would be coming soon.

If only he was here. He always knew the right thing to say. The right thing to do.

One more classmate exited the doctor’s office looking triumphant with his little beige badges of honour on his upper arms, and you wanted to be the next one. Someone else stood up and slammed into the door in his rush to get it over with it, so you sat back down. There was no need to rush. Akaashi’s class was next, and none of them were here yet. You didn’t want to go yet either.

You counted out the remainder of your classmates once more, and when it came up to only seven, you felt an indescribable urge to scream rise in your chest.

But not here. Not now. There were people in the waiting room that weren’t from Fukuroudani. In fact, you didn’t recognise most of the people here. You could afford looking like an absolute fool in front of your classmates, but doing that in front of a room full of strangers with the odd kid from your school would be the death of you.

If not the three obligatory shots you had to get in preparation for this overseas school trip, you were sure that the embarrassment you would feel from shouting into the void in the local hospital waiting room would kill you.

A hand suddenly fell on your shoulder, and you quickly swallowed the scream was already forming at the back of your throat, nearly choking on the lump of it. You made a sharp turn to see who it was that had touched you, and you were glad that the momentum of your turn was enough to shake that hand off.

That was, until you saw who it was.

“Keiji–” was all the warning you gave before you launched yourself at him, and he caught you in his arms with ease. Before you could tell Akaashi that you were afraid, that you were failing miserably at being brave, he said, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He really did always have the right thing to say.

“Keiji, I don’t think I can do this,” you said, despite trying to keep those words in your mouth. You had this conversation with him before, and on several occasions. Each time, Akaashi had comforted you, held you and allowed you to muffle your frustrations at yourself into the crook of his neck. Each time, you had come away with a renewed promise to be strong in the face of your rather crippling fear of needles.

Akaashi moved his hands up to cup your face.

“Just look at me,” he said. And look at him you did, because you could hear yet another classmate leaving the doctor’s office. Yet another classmate who might share your fear of needles but had overcome it. Yet another classmate who would definitely be going on this overseas school trip because they were brave enough to get the required shots.

If you didn’t manage it, you would have to stay behind. Stay in Japan, while everyone in your year – including Akaashi – would be going on that sacred overseas high school trip. It was a once in a lifetime thing, wasn’t it? Going on a school trip to a foreign country? And with your boyfriend too.

You didn’t want to be the only one who had to stay behind.

“Y/N, hey. Look at me,” he said again, and your field of vision cleared as if on command and zeroed in on him. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

You nodded, wrinkling your nose as you forced air into your lungs and then letting out a slow exhale. You felt your breath waver on the way out when there was the telltale sound of the door opening and swinging shut somewhere behind you, so you took in an even slower inhale for good measure.

“How are you feeling? Better?”

Not trusting yourself to be coherent in speech yet, you settled on nodding, mustering a small smile to let Akaashi know for sure that you were better for his presence. He gave you a nod in return, acknowledging your attempt at a smile, and he pulled you into his arms.

You felt the tension pulling your body taut slowly drain out of you, and you let your shoulders fall. The bundle of jitters in your chest uncoiled itself with each brush of his palms up and down your back, and you all but sagged into your boyfriend’s chest.

“–ass.”

At the sound of your voice, Akaashi loosened his grip on you and pulled away slightly to have a look at your face. “You were saying?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to gather your courage once more. “… I’m a– Fucking badass. I can do this,” you said, wincing at how weak you sounded in contrast with the boldness of your words. You were going to take it back because you felt like you haven’t done anything to earn the right to call yourself a “fucking badass” yet, but the sounds of his breathy laughter made you crack open your eyes.

And you were glad you did.

Akaashi wasn’t a smiley person by any means, and he seldom laughed. The fact that you managed to get a laugh out of him while you were thrashing around in the deep pit of your own nerves about getting three measly shots was an instant lift to your spirits. Suddenly, you felt like you could overcome the world.

It was only three measly shots, right?

“Yes, you are. Of course you can do this,” he said, the remnants of his laughter settling on his lips in the barest upturns at the corners, and you finally found it in yourself to return the smile. You closed your fists around the fabric of the hem of his shirt, and you nodded again, more resolutely this time.

Three shots. Just three. Just shots. Easy.

“I can do this. I’m going to get those three shots. Without crying.”

Akaashi leaned forward to brush his lips against yours. You leaned into him, but you found only the air.

“It’s your turn next, Y/N,” he said, his eyes flickering to the doors of the doctor’s offices some distance away and then coming back to you. It felt too soon to be hearing that from his mouth, and you almost wanted to tell him that he should go first. That you would get your three measly shots after him. After he’s emerged from behind one of those doors with three beige adhesive plasters on his own arms.

You must’ve been pouting, because he smoothly continued with “You can collect your reward when you come back.”

Akaashi dutifully sat you down on the seat that was closest to the doctor’s office, sitting right next to you and holding your hand as you waited. Since you were among the last of your classmates to get their shots, there wasn’t any harm in being the last. It pinched at your heart that you wouldn’t be able to keep this one promise to yourself, no matter how small it was and how half-heartedly you had made it.

It wasn’t a bad thing to be the last one.

When you were sure that every one of your classmates had their turn, he gave your hand a squeeze before letting go and reminding you again that you could do it.

“The reward better be good, Keiji,” you said, barely finding the strength to say the words once you had stood up and taken two steps.

You drew in some air and slapped a smile on your face in response to the “of course” he mouthed to you, walking as steadily as you could to the doctor’s office as you mentally repeated your little comfort phrases. That you were a fucking badass so you could do this. That you were going to get at least three hundred kisses from Akaashi for this.

#hq!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #fic #fluff #server collab #i'm an akaashi stan now #but i #would feel so bad swapping out all the ushijima things on my blog #haikyuu!! is so full of good boys #that's why picking just one boy to stan is so hard

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Hey there, sweeties! (^ω^)

I’m participating in Karasuhoes’ first SFW server collab! \ (•◡•) /

This is the masterlist. The fics will go live in an hour or so, so please look out for them!

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Here it is, the very first Karasuhoes SFW server collab!

I decided to start these collabs as a way to give back to the Haikyuu community, think of it as a little gift every month that the server is giving back!

Some of our talented writers within the server were asked to write a fic based on the prompt below. Over 10 of them have taken up the challenge! The prompt may be used by their chosen character or the reader, so it’ll be interesting to see what everyone’s come up with!

This weeks prompt: “Hey, just look at me. Breathe.”

When will this masterlist go live?: Monday 11:30pm U.K time (this is when all of the links will have been added. Like/reblog to bookmark.)

We’ve all been super excited over the last couple of weeks to share these with everyone and I know everyone’s worked really hard on them, so we hope you enjoy reading them!!

A/N: I’d just like to say that these collabs were inspired by my pals over in the BNHarem server, so if you like BNHA, I highly suggest going and checking those out here (FYI: They’re sfw and nsfw)

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Akaashi - super-haikyuu-hotline

Asahi - nyxdelanuit

Ennoshita - feathertayyl

Hinata - soft-for-shoyo

Kenma - fallingintoimagination

Kuroo - bakugou-jpg

Nishinoya - just-the-mouse

Oikawa - kenma-kid

Osamu - slowburn-love

Sakusa - bokukiyoom

Sugawara - simpingh0e

Sugawara - bugmomwrites

Tsukishima - loludontknowmyname

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All links will be active tomorrow, so make sure to bookmark now and check back in 24 hours and enjoy reading <3

If you’re interested in being a member of the server, you can check out this post here, we’d love to have you!

#nishtalks #announcement #server collab #super excited for this!#it's so lovely to have a server collab heheh #please support everyone who's a part of this!#they're all very talented #please and thank you!#heheh

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IDEK about you but ushijima angst is pret hard ta find, so would you write some for him pretty puhlease? Something about him seeing his ex after some years - he regretted breaking up with them but he was too scared to ask to get back together or something - and he's still in love with them. Bonus if they're dating someone new and he knows them too. Cheers!

If you’re looking for good Ushijima angst, @dorkyama wrote this really beautiful piece. You can read it here! It’s one of my favourite Ushijima writings on this site. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Anyways, I’m happy you came to me for one too! (▰˘◡˘▰) I’ve been in an angsty mood lately, so this ask is perfect for now heheh.

Thanks for sending this in! I hope you like it! ^̮^

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima did not expect to see you here.

He thought that he had dealt with his feelings concerning the break up a long time ago, but seeing you again in person for the first time since then brought on a wave of inner turmoil that he never anticipated.

There was a series of images, of sounds, of places in his past that he thought he had buried. It all rushed back to the forefront of his mind, and demanded to be seen, to be felt, to be relived. Ushijima found himself needlessly clenching and unclenching his fists on his lap, if only to have some semblance of control over himself in that moment.

You once always wore a hair tie that he bought for you back then. Even flat-out refused to cut your hair during the sticky heat of the summer months, like you had made a habit of doing before him. Ushijima couldn’t place why he was remembering this one thing, when you gave him so much to remember and even more to forget when it was over. You left such an indelible mark on his youth, irreplaceable.

But he was only able to come to that conclusion after you.

He was the one who broke up with you. He chose not to have you with him. It didn’t make sense for him to be wallowing in melancholy, especially when it’s been years. Especially since he chose this outcome for himself. Especially since you were clearly doing better without him. For a moment, he tried to picture what it would’ve been like to be on the receiving end of your smile, but he came up short.

It’s been too long.

You were doing better without him. That much was fine. Ushijima knew he was the not easiest boyfriend to have, and certainly not the most loving or available or supportive. If you could smile like you hadn’t a care in the world now, then it was enough for him. At least you were doing well.

That was all that mattered anyway.

An automated message came on the train’s sound system, announcing the name of the next station. You continued to have an animated conversation with the people who had boarded the train with you at one of the previous stations. You gestured quite wildly as you spoke, as he remembered that you had the tendency to. It was yet another detail of you that was so small, so insignificant that he took knowing it, noticing it for granted.

They laughed, and so did you.

There were only a few metres of space between you and him, and it was easily crossed, if so he chose to. But he didn’t. Ushijima remained in his seat, alternating his gaze between you and the vacant seat across from him, hands still balled up on his lap.

The train continued on its way, a little bump in the rails here and there. You grabbed onto the arm of one of your friends to keep yourself from tumbling backwards where he sat. There was no malice attached to his wishful thinking, but if only you had let yourself stumble back just a few steps, he could’ve met you there. Could’ve said “good afternoon” to you for the first time since high school. Could’ve exchanged some meaningless pleasantries with you that he knew he would’ve placed too much weight on after parting ways with you again.

There was a multitude of ways for him to approach you, and there was an infinite number of excuses he could use to speak with you even for a second. Ushijima debated it, for a moment. If he should. If he deserved to, even now.

The man whose arm you were still holding on to touched your hand, plucked it from his forearm and put it around his waist instead. You allowed him to, and the man responded with a smile, saying some things Ushijima couldn’t hear even if he strained his ears.

When you smiled back at the man, Ushijima decided that he wouldn’t intrude on a part of your life that was happier for his absence.

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This was much more tender than the warning “drunken mistakes” had led me to believe. I’m soft. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Champagne and Drive-Thrus (Kuroo x Reader)

Here’s another one for my 500 follower event! I’ve been so slow at getting these, out, I’m so sorry :c Good news, we’re almost at 900 now!

Tw: Drunken mistakes lol

You disliked many things about work trips: jet lag, stuffy boardroom meetings, traveling to different places only to have a full schedule, and only getting a glimpse of the things you wanted to do. However, you always liked it when you were paired with Kuroo for these trips. The two of you were an unstoppable duo, always crushing the meetings and leaving both of you with ample downtime. He sure knew how to spend it too, bringing out a side of you that you thought died out in college.

Sure, that occasionally ended with you falling into his bed, but he was a very fun bed mate. There was really little you could complain about. That was until Kuroo asked you for a date. Not a few drinks after work, or two colleagues grabbing lunch, a date. He was fun, and you really liked what you had going, but you didn’t do feelings. Not when you had so much to do, not when you couldn’t be sure that it wouldn’t ruin everything.

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once upon a work in progress (akaashi/reader) - four

Chapter four has arrived! ヽ(^◇^*)/

I’m on track, and I couldn’t be happier heheh. With addition of this chapter, I have around 7-8k words down for this fic. Usually, this is where I start getting burnt out and/or losing interest, but I’m glad I’m still going strong for this one!

I think I must be an Akaashi stan now heheh.

Like all the previous chapters, this is long, so I’ll be putting it under the cut!

The fic masterlist can be found here!

four.

You toyed with the hem of your sleeves as you waited at the east exit of the train station, more than an hour early for your dinner date with none other than the Akaashi Keiji.

Checking the time on your phone again, you wanted to slap yourself in the face.

You had taken the liberty of telling yourself that this was a real date, and as such, you needed to doll up. Akaashi, however, had made himself clear that this dinner was his treat because he had rude. You would disagree about him being “rude”, but you weren’t about to refuse a free dinner with a beautiful man who wanted to take you. You felt fortunate that he hadn’t behaved any differently at work in the days that followed your chance encounter with him at Zombie Café.

It wouldn’t have been bad if anyone at work found out per se, but it would’ve been uncomfortable. You didn’t need that discomfort.

Since you hadn’t been on a real date in ages and therefore had no will to dress up, you were itching to try the new highlighter you bought that Ali-san recommended to you. You’d walked by a store that had reflective glass panels on your way out of the station, and the highlighter seemed to be working as well as she had advertised. It made your cheekbones look damn good, so you made a mental note to thank her for recommending it to you.

There was still almost 70 minutes to go before the time you had agreed upon with Akaashi, and you were already getting bored from standing around.

You wandered away from the exit and into the mall that was right beside the station. One glance at the directory close to the entrance told you that this mall had a bookstore, so you made your way up several escalators to get there.

What to read?

It’s been a while since you read something by the writer who had inspired you to become one yourself, so you headed for the adult fiction section and scanned the shelves for her pen name. Having found the dedicated shelf just for her – as the woman and the legend herself deserved – you ran your finger along the spines of the books, sorted alphabetically by name. An unfamiliar dark red spine caught your eye, and you slid it off the shelf and took a look at the blurb on the back after it clicked that it was a new release.

“Psychological thriller, huh?”

You were trying to write one, so reading one by your writing idol was a good idea. Judging from the thickness of the book and the font size, you could read the entire thing in one night if you decided not to sleep. It was research, of sorts. Maybe you could send an email to your manager and say that you were working from home, when you were actually using the day to catch up on sleep because of your “research”.

Spotting a row of chairs that was mostly empty at the back of the store, you walked over and made yourself comfortable at the chair at the end of the row. You still had about 50 minutes until the meeting time with Akaashi anyway. You could easily polish off a chapter in half an hour, so you decided to read that much, buy the book and then go back to the east exit where you had agreed to meet him.

So you settled into the backrest, holding the book open across your bag that was sitting on your lap and began digging in.

When your phone rang, you jumped, very nearly throwing the book down in your surprise. Who was calling? You fished your phone out of your bag, because dresses were cursed and therefore didn’t have pockets. One look at the time before you took the call, and you swore.

“Hello, Y/N-san?”

Of course, it was Akaashi.

“Hey, Akaashi. I’m in the bookstore at the mall, actually. Mind heading up here instead? I was just about to buy a book.”

He hung up after telling you that he would meet you where you were, so you stood up and walked over to the cash register to pay for the book you were reading. There were six people in line ahead of you, so Akaashi would definitely get here before you could make payment.

“Y/N-san.”

You turned your head in the direction of that vanilla sugar voice from your dreams, and your own voice died in your throat when you wanted to thank him for showing up.

Did Akaashi Keiji dress up on your account?

Drinking in the sight before you a little too eagerly, you noticed how formally he was dressed, with his long-sleeved dress shirt, his nicely pressed trousers, his– Wait. Was he wearing leather shoes? For this “not a real date” date?

Suddenly, you felt horribly underdressed in your printed dress and sneakers. You’d eyed the pair of heels you had worn at your mother’s wedding last year, but you had decided against it since this wasn’t a real date. You wished that you hadn’t.

“Hey, you look really nice, Akaashi,” you said, when he had walked up to you in the line and stood beside you. The scent of lavender and something else that you hadn’t quite figured out wafted into your nose, and it took all of your strength not to bury your face in his chest just to take it all in.

You yelled at yourself in your head to stop being so damn thirsty. So what if Akaashi Keiji dressed up for a date that wasn’t a real date? So what if Akaashi Keiji had the first button undone– The first.

Undone?!

You wanted to scream when you had noticed. He had the first button undone! He had all his buttons done up when he was at work, so why? Why would he do this to you?! Akaashi looked like an absolute ten-course meal like that, and you were growing increasingly aware that you were beyond ravenous.

“You look beautiful as well, Y/N-san,” he said.

You smiled and gave him your thanks, taking in the fact that he hadn’t accepted the compliment you paid him in the way you expected. Then you remembered the reality of the Michelin-starred meal of a man that was standing next to you and it made sense. Even a blind man would wholeheartedly believe that Akaashi Keiji was beautiful.

In your head, you replayed his words, storing them in the part of your brain that held only good things and happy memories. The only place where that vanilla sugar voice deserved to be.

“What are you buying?”

You lifted the book from its place tucked between your chest and your crossed arms, putting it in his waiting hands.

“Hayashi Raiko?”

You nodded vigorously, smiling before you realised that you were doing it. “Yes! She’s my absolute favourite,” you said, very nearly bouncing on the heels of your feet as you enthused about your writing idol.

It has been a while since anyone, really, had taken an interest in what you liked to read, so you were going to milk this opportunity for everything that you could. Whether Akaashi liked it or not, you were going to do your best to convert him into a Hayashi Raiko fan by the end of this dinner if he wasn’t one already.

Akaashi smiled, but you knew enough of him to know that this was his courtesy smile. Still polite, you supposed, but you would rather see his real smile. The one that lit up his face and never failed to warm whatever was in your chest that functioned like a heart.

So he wasn’t a Hayashi Raiko fan. You took it as a challenge.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a thriller type of person.”

You paused in your mental sales pitch for Hayashi-sama. “Oh, what kind of book person do I look like then?”

Akaashi put his left hand to his chin as he mulled it over, his right hand which normally took that place occupied by the book you were going to buy. If on the off chance you weren’t going to buy it simply because it was Hayashi-sama’s work, you would definitely be buying it because Akaashi had touched that one copy in particular. The cover was a glossy laminate, so you were sure that the print of his hand would still be there when you checked for it at home.

But that was something to look forward to after dinner.

He gave a thoughtful hum before he said with a measure of confidence, “Romantic comedy.” You blinked, let his answer sink in, and then you laughed.

“You’re saying that because I’m a girl, is that right?” You asked, teasing him because you hadn’t put on a dress and done your makeup for no reason. You deserved to have a little fun poking at him because you had suffered to look a little prettier than you normally did.

Your answer seemed to shock him, his eyes blown wide and his mouth was formed into a small circle. Akaashi quickly shook his head, as if what you said had embarrassed him. You laughed again, when you noticed that he had placed the hand that wasn’t holding your book on the back of his neck. He was getting embarrassed, and you revelled in it, despite feeling bad about making him feel that way on purpose.

Again, you would freely feel bad about that later, after dinner.

“Of course not. It’s because you were reading Karashima Hana at work,” he said. “She’s popular with women in your age group, after all.”

You blinked. Karashima Hana? You were only vaguely familiar with that name, since you scarcely read romantic comedies when you could just watch them. When had you read one of her books at work anyway? It had to belong to one of the other people in your department, since you hadn’t a single Karashima Nana book to your name.

“Ah, that! It’s Ootaki-senpai’s. She wanted me to take a peek for research. I had to fill in for one of the writers at another magazine once,” you said. “It was for Dearest.”

“You’ve written for one of the other imprints before?”

You nodded. “Just once though. I think it was Sakata who couldn’t make the deadline. Ootaki-senpai made me do it because she says I need to take a break from writing about dead bodies for once,” you said, laughing when you remembered the look on Ootaki-senpai’s face when you had refused the first twelve times she had asked.

Ootaki-senpai had had her work as assistant manager cut out for her just trying to make you budge on that.

When was the last time you had such a good time talking about work with someone from work? The people you worked with were nice and all, but you were seldom at work anyway, so you never really had the chance to become close to them. The weight of your decision to work from home just because it was an option made itself known once again, and it bore down on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but think that maybe even Akaashi could’ve been your friend if you did show up to work, even if it was only one full day a week.

If Akaashi had been your friend, would you have had this chance to spend time with him too? Just him and just you. Just talking. Just having a little fun, like you were doing now.

If only–

“You wrote the piece titled ‘Before I Go’,” Akaashi said, calling your attention back to where you were, back to him, and you were grateful for the respite from your thoughts. Things were getting ugly up there.

You were about to give him an answer when your turn finally came. You turned away from Akaashi for a bit, and you stepped up to the register, placing the book on the counter and rifling through your bag for your wallet. This was what you got for picking a bag that only had one big compartment with no dividers or pockets whatever, save for the one zippered pocket on the front that was too small for a big thing like a wallet.

You gave your customer servicer smile as a form of apology to the bookstore employee behind the counter, your hand still feeling around your bag for the telltale rectangular object that was your wallet. Where was it?

Wait.

Before you processed the thought right, Akaashi had already stepped a little closer to you, the warmth of his arm seeping into yours. It was distracted you enough that you barely registered it when he handed the cashier his – was that a debit card? Credit? – card, and all you could do was watch like an idiot who had her hand groping about inside her mostly empty bag for a wallet that might not even be there.

Your customer service smile fell into a fake half-smile like the idiot that you knew you were, watching the exchange between Akaashi who was an absolute godsend and the bookstore employee. The employee behind the counter seemed not to sense your discomfort due to your own idiocy, and you were grateful. Your book was put into a plastic bag – and it was one of those nice and stiff ones, so you could be happy about that – and the employee handed it to Akaashi instead of to you.

Somehow, you were ready for the concrete under your nice and clean and new sneakers to mutate a mouth and swallow you whole. And you were confident that you already wanted to go, even before getting any food that you didn’t pay for into your system.

Real date or not, dates were a disaster waiting to happen, and happen it did. You were grimly reminded of why you seldom left your apartment all over again.

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