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[duino]

**18+ Blog -- NO MINORS** **SEMI-HIATUS** -- Duino -- 25 -- she/her -- -- Masterlist (currently not working on mobile)-- FAQ -- Fic Recs --

-- I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING REQUESTS AT THIS TIME -- Recently Posted: --"Roadside Revelation" (Atsumu) -- 3.2k

Working On: -- "Interstices" (Oikawa) -- 50% complete (7.5k/15k) -- "Push and Pull" (Sakusa) -- 100% complete (Currently editing)

[petrichorium]

Kuroo talks a big game but I think once he catches real feelings and ur flirting for real he gets just. Absolutely, debilitatingly flustered by anything you do.

Call him handsome and he’s bright red and stuttering. Shoot him a smile while you pass by him and he’s pouring coffee over his hand and dropping the mug in shock. Heaven forbid you touch him, or kiss his cheek, because he’s absolutely blue screening and unable to move or talk or even think for the next fifteen minutes.

[artthetrash]

cozy tsukki

ko-fi / twitter / redbubble

[duino]

hello duino!! you've returned! how have you been? what have you been up to lately? it's good to see you! (and happy new year!) - ao3 anon

My sweet ao3 anon!! I'm just over the wild holiday season and am easing back into school at last! (I have the weekend free so hopefully I can finally post some of my --edited-- writing onto ao3 and spend some time working on my new fic also :') It's so good to see you and HAPPY NEW YEAR! <333

[duino]

Ate Dee!!

Happy New Year!! I hope you had the best life this 2022 and I wish you the bestest (XD) for 2023. A lot of things happened the past months, but I always think of the times when we're both interacting with each other, and also the fact that you were my first ever friend/mutual here. Oh! I still come on your tl and read your fics when I have the time. They are always a comfort for me.

Ate Dee, even though you seldom lurk here, I want you to know that you are in my heart and have become a part of my life. I love you ate! ☺️🎆💕

Love,

Elle 💙

My sweetest Elle!!! Happiest new year!!! You can't imagine how much receiving this means to me--I could cry!! <3 I think of you (and all my mutuals, of course) so fondly always and I really miss you guys so much!! I always have hopes for coming out of hiatus, but life keeps throwing me (mostly good) curveballs! I have like, three fics that need tidying up and I always think of them and you. BUT, when I do visit and see a message like this my heart is SO FULL!! You've become a part of my life too and I love you so much!! (and always always feel free to DM me too, just to catch up <3) Love, Dee

[filmygrainy]

Hi I just recently found this photo and uh 😳

[mintmatcha]

atsumu gets romantic in the snow

[mintmatcha]

snowflakes caught in your hair. breath hung in the air. the way snow swallows up all sound other than his heartbeat and your footsteps

[mintmatcha]

"Hey."

And every cliche is caught in this throat, tangled on his tongue. Atsumu wishes he was someone who could whisper prose and poetry, someone who could write you songs and symphonies, but instead, he stands in the snow, watching you watch him.

"Hey yourself."

When you smile, he wishes he dedicated his life to writing instead of volleyball.

"I love you," he says, because its the only words he can even make his mouth form, "I love you lots."

And you laugh, sweet and soft, disbelief without malice. "Lots?"

"Yeah," he says, "Lots and lots."

[duino]

okay my lovely friends--do you all prefer one LONG fic all together OR a long fic broken into two parts?

[sweetlikeacherry]

unfortunately for everyone I will continue to make a short story long

[motekill]

when a big dog thinks he's a small dog

[iinoruu]

blond oikawa !!!!!

[demxnscous]

contains: fem-reader, childhood bestfriend!kiyoomi, implied mutual pining, no love confessions

Young, awkward-limbed Kiyoomi never knew how to smile in pictures. He was quiet, a bit brash, and couldn't sit still. He picked at his fingers until they were raw, a swell of blood pooling in the cuticle; his mother began to put Band-Aids in his backpack.

Tall, scrawny Kiyoomi liked to take up as little space as possible, even when he could see over the heads of the other students at eleven. He kept to himself. But at twelve is when he met you in class, an assigned-partner project, the one's he didn't like because they made his palms clammy and his hands fiddle at the thought of working with someone he didn't know. He hadn't realized then how long you would be in his life, a new best friend, one of his first, beyond Komori. Truly, he doesn't remember how it happened, but kids never need much to relate to one another.

Though, these thoughts don't circulate in Kiyoomi's mind as he breathes roughly, looking along the side of the court. He's tugging at the neckline of his jersey, taking a towel from a trainer on the sidelines to wipe the sweat from his face. His team has just won one of the largest games of the season, and he's searching for you.

"You lookin' for your girl?" Atsumu asks, a smile evident in his voice because, usually, this evokes a violent blush from Kiyoomi, paired with a frown.

Kiyoomi says distractedly, as he always does, "She's not mine." He doesn't even look in his teammates direction.

Atsumu hums in response, walking past him and to the left of the benches, behind the water coolers. He returns not a minute later, somewhere in Kiyoomi's peripheral, forgotten, until he calls Kiyoomi's name, waving his hand cheekily as he walks toward him—with you at his side.

You smile, brightly, broadly, and Kiyoomi's already closing the distance, a new sense of breathlessness overtaking his body (he wishes it would've been him to find you first; he hopes Atsumu hadn't said anything stupid). And then you're close enough to open your arms and he's hugging you, tight, pulling you to him as you stand on your toes, as you try to say so many things at once: I'm so proud of you, I saw that insane point you made, you did so good out, I cannot believe you didn't almost sprain your ankle.

At one point, after what feels like so long but has only been a handful of seconds, Kiyoomi looks up to see Atsumu's splitting grin and raised brows. 'Cute,' he mouths.

[hinata-boke]

yeah

[sailorcuba]

FLY HIGH BOYSSS

[heich0e]

“i’m in love with you, you know.”

you don’t know that, actually. and neither does your heart, judging by the way it races to life under the arching cover of your ribs—hopeful and delighted and petrified all at once, you can feel the frenetic th-thump-th-thump-th-thump beating in your suddenly too-tight throat.

even in spite of the riot raging through your veins, you stay deceptively still as you lie next to suna, bundled under your blankets that have started to smell like him because of how often he’s been staying over lately. wrapped in his hoodie because you stole it off the floor when you shuffled into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for bed. with his teethmarks pressed into your still-tender skin from all the things he’d done to you before the two of you had curled up to go to sleep.

and now too much time has passed since suna spoke those ill-begotten words, but you haven’t offered anything up in response.

you could pretend to be asleep, you consider fleetingly, but you’re sure he knows the truth. you’re certain that he can tell your eyes are wide, in wakefulness as much as in shock, just like you can tell he’s staring at you even though you have your back to him. you feel the weight of his gaze as surely as every shaking inhale strains your aching lungs.

suddenly, you feel his fingers dance along the nape of your neck. they slip under the rucked up fabric of his sweatshirt's hood as his fingertips brush your skin in a ploy for your attention. goosebumps prickle in his wake. you wonder if he notices.

“stop,” you complain, lifting your shoulders up to your ears on instinct to shield your neck from his touch. it’s as much a reply to his graze at it is to his startling admission. 

“i can’t,” rintarou replies, inching forward to press himself closer to your back. he nuzzles his nose into your hair, and you hear him swallow thickly. his next words are barely above a whisper. “hey, can you like.... say something? you're kinda killing me here.”

it’s unfair that he would wager that accusation against you when you feel the exact same way.

but you don’t know what to say, what to trust, what to believe. you don’t know anything beyond your thundering pulse and the feeling of rintarou’s warm breath fanning against your ear, scorching even in its tepidity.

your face feels flushed and your head is spinning; that violently beating heart of yours has sent too much blood rushing far too quickly to your head. you hardly feel capable of stringing two words together coherently, let alone formulating a response that a confession like his might deserve were it truthful.

“don’t say things you don’t mean to me, rin,” your voice is meek when you finally manage to articulate your thoughts, and your tone is wary. “please.”

rintarou wraps his arms around you, pulls you into him until the only thing between you is the material of your (his) hoodie and the rapidly crumbling barrier of your resolve.

“but i mean it.”

his lips are right by your ear, his words spoken so closely that you know for all the people in the world they’re only meant for you. your heartbeat is so reverberant you feel it thrumming down your spine.

wait.

you press yourself back into suna’s hold. impossibly close. 

th-thump…th-thump…th-thump.

and then you realize what you’re feeling isn’t your heartbeat.

it’s his.

[waveoftheocean]

i’m so sorry hinata, ur a dead boi 

(inktober day 7, happy kagehina/hinakage day!!!)

[duino]

[2] I would love to be able to bookmark your fics on ao3, but it's up to you of course! just a heads up that making an ao3 account usually takes a couple months so it's helpful to request an account first :) actually, I don't read much fanfiction nowadays because of time constraints and I think I might be outgrowing it a little, but for some reason I always come back to yours. they're so mature and sweet and thoughtful; thank you for always sharing them with us! take care! - ao3 anon

My sweet AO3 anon!! (I don't know how to screenshot your first ask because I am technologically inept, but that elegy line you chose is just perfection--I love it!) I'm not gonna lie, in the wild wild ride that has been my life these past few months, I totally forgot to make an AO3 account! I have one now: Duin0 (zero at the end there). I haven't uploaded anything yet, but will slowly, slowly start to! (I'll probably edit as I do so.) Thank you so so much for checking in and sending such a sweet sweet ask!! I haven't been as active on tumblr, but it's so nice to log on and see a message from you!! Much love!! <33333