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"who give a shit"

UNKNOWN WATERS

summary: You agree with Bokuto in that Akaashi should bring a date to the upcoming volleyball banquet. You just didn’t think Akaashi would drag you in like this. 

pairing: akaashi keiji x f!reader 

genre: fake dating au, friends to lovers au | fluff 

warnings: mutual pining, Akaashi is a sneaky little shit, Bokuto can’t keep secrets to save his life, this is also an idiots to lovers fic, pet names (baby, honey—aka the cheeky shit), making out [ft. Keiji teaching you how to kiss (◠ω◠✿)], a ‘oh no there’s only one bed!!’ moment (they’re ~16/17 in this fic though, so no funny business), some misunderstandings but everything gets sorted out in the end! 

word count: 12.4k 

a/n: hehehe finally got to write for my other fav >:) 

You’re already in the gym with Kaori and Yukie when it happens.

“Come on, Akaashi! It’ll be fun!” 

“I highly doubt that, Bokuto.” 

A pout. “Why not? Are you saying that I’ll make a bad selection for you?” 

You turn your neck towards the entrance of the gym just as the two boys step in. You watch as Akaashi turns to face Bokuto, deadpan. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” 

Bokuto whines. “Akaashi! What else do I have to do to get you to see reason?” His eyes dart across the gym, immediately finding you with his fellow third-years. He calls your name excitedly, moving quickly over to stand next to you. He grabs your arm, shaking you slightly. “Help me convince Akaashi to set him up on a date!” 

You blink, taking a second to process Bokuto’s words before your lips are parting. Even though you take the time to try and process his question, you can still only manage a singular, “Huh?” 

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wildflower

—you will always be my favorite form of loving

synopsis: feelings bloom as you begin the new school year with your best friend, and you wonder how long you can hold them in before they show their color

pairing: hinata x reader

word count: 6k  genre: fluff  warnings: one swear word (does damn count?), mentions of food, eating

He picked you a wildflower every Sunday. You could find it on your front porch, beside the flower pot that the spare key to your house was hidden under. Sometimes he would forget, and then, late at night, you would hear a panicked rapping at the door accompanied by a short boy holding a long skinny stem. Most of the time, the color was yellow.

“My other friends don’t like it when I leave flowers. They say they don’t have anything to do with them,” your best friend said. The ginger fiddled with the petals of his newest find. It was pink that day.

On some occasions, when you spent the day together, he would give it to you in the afternoon before you walked home. You never knew where he found them—he still gave them to you when the ground was frozen and covered in snow—but ever since middle school he had never missed a Sunday.

“Well you can give me all the flowers you want.” You took the small blossom from him. He had given you enough to make a crown over three years, but they always died too fast. You settled for tucking the plant behind your ear. “I save all the ones you give me until they die. Then I put them outside with our other plants.”

The sky glowed with a soft orange color, and you watched as a trio of small birds took flight, spiraling into the air until they were only small specks. He had given you an orange flower once or twice.

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normalize letting your favorite characters influence, and motivate you :

kuroo would tell you hygiene is important, including oral and your nails. so go take a shower. tsukishima would want you to make sure you’re studying, and yamaguchi would want you to take calculated breaks so you’re not overworking yourself. kenma wants you to make sure you’re getting enough sleep, and yaku would tell you to not skip breakfast. kageyama would say how important your mental health is, and hinata would tell you self worth is important to have.

oikawa would tell you to look at yourself in the mirror today, and tell yourself you’re beautiful. iwaizumi would enforce three meals a day, to maintain your energy. matsukawa and hanamaki would want you to be kind to yourself, and treat yourself to a snack or a nap. sugawara would want you to brush your hair, and take care of your skin. nishinoya would tell you to go outside for some fresh air, and breathe. osamu and atsumu would want you to finish watching that anime, and suna would tell you to paint your nails. daishou would want you to do your laundry, and sakusa wants you to tidy up your room. bokuto and akaashi think that you’re doing wonderful, and that you should always stay determined!

they all want you to take care of yourself, so if you can’t do it for yourself— do it for them. :)

KRYPTONITE

pairing :: oikawa tooru x fem!reader (hanamaki’s cousin!)

synopsis :: being a camp counselor is a pain in the ass, and instead of helping, your coworker oikawa has always seemed to make things more difficult—constantly overshadowing your efforts and using his charm to get by. as someone who works hard to keep camp functioning, you make sure to let him know you’re not as easy to sway as the others.

word count :: 15.5k

genre :: camp counselor!au, enemies to lovers

warnings :: swearing, metaphorical violence, makki burns his hand & oikawa gets swimmers itch, sloppy figurative language, only semi proofread 

notes :: yea this fic took me a month and i don’t like it but it’s pure teenage antics with oikawa so what more could u want?! also it’s my longest piece to date bye </3 thank you to my sexy proofreader elves @aitarose​ @hesthermay​​

Oikawa Tooru was good with the kids. Oikawa Tooru had an award winning smile. Oikawa Tooru woke up at the crack of dawn every morning to walk across the grounds and do the morning announcements. You’d think people would hate hearing the whine of his voice sing a wake up call they’d rather tune out—but no one ever complained, that was the influence he held over supervisors and campers alike.

However, on the flipside of that coin, Oikawa Tooru was an arrogant pretty boy who liked to feign ignorance for the sole purpose of basking in the attention and putting those ridiculously long eyelashes to use. It got under your skin in ways that it shouldn’t, but someone as utterly mediocre as yourself couldn’t help but seethe when Oikawa was praised for the work you did—because he was the smokeshow and you were merely the help. 

What was strange, was that you were both counselors under the same rank—what made him stick out? You’d never know for sure.

This is why the pressure in your jaw was about to reach its threshold, teeth threatening to shatter at the force you were applying, you watched him scoop what you assumed to be oatmeal in the tray of the girl across from him. She was a member of the older camper crowd—and drooling over him like he was a deity reincarnate. 

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