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• Fandoms: Haikyuu, My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Dandadan, and Demon Slayer

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• I write one shots, series, and smaus

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Enchanted

Iwaizumi x Reader A Cinderella Story AU

Chapter 2

Warnings: A Cinderella Story and Haikyuu don’t belong to me. Also, keep in mind that the movie was made in 2004, so some things are outdated. There’s minor swearing, but just from Iwaizumi.

When two completely different people in real life connect online, what will unfold? Iwaizumi is a part of the popular volleyball boy group. (Y/n), on the other hand, is a total nerd or ‘loser’. Online, though, they talk everyday and have so much in common. What happens when these online personas meet in person?

Currently ongoing

2k words

(Y/n) is walking to class when she’s stopped by someone. “Oh (Y/n)! Hello, you look very beautiful today as usual!” “Thank you very much Paku.” He nods and pushes up his glasses. “Yes, now excuse me, my galaxy is calling me.” He took out some type of metallic ball and brought the antenna up. “Hello?” (Y/n) shook her head before walking back to her classroom. “Sometimes fantasy is better than reality.” The final bell rang as she sat down for class.

It was finally a free period in the library, so (Y/n) sat down in front of the computer. She immediately pulls up mystery boy’s email to talk.

Hello? Do you have this block free? I want to talk to you.

Mysteryboy609

Yes.

Mysteryboy609

I was just about to ask you how your day has been so far.

Ugh, with my hysterical stepmom, work, and people who think they’re better than others, not so good. Have you ever felt like an outsider before, mystery boy?

Mysteryboy609

Of course. Sometimes I feel my friends can be a bit much.But then again, I wouldn’t trade them for the world, even though I’d never say that.

Mysteryboy609

Of course our chats are also a big help.

(Y/n) smiles behind the screen, a slight flush rushing up her cheeks before she responds.

Do you think we’ve met before?

Mysteryboy609

Maybe. The school has a lot of people.

At a nearby computer, mystery boy, or Iwaizumi, is smiling slightly as he types to mystery girl. He thinks about the conversation and a sour mood falls over him. What if the whole time he was texting Matsukawa or Hanamaki? Or even worse, Oikawa? He types out his response.

Mysteryboy609

I can rule out the guys though, right? You’re a girl and not a man?

If you were a guy I’d might have to kill you.

No, I’m a girl, don’t worry.

The block ends and she stands up from her chair. Iwaizumi, who was across from her, also stands up. They smile politely at each other but leave it at that. They don’t know each other, not in person, at least.

After school, Iwaizumi heads off to volleyball practice, and (Y/n) goes to work. After her shift, she emails mystery boy. As Iwaizumi finishes up practice, he sees an email from mystery girl. He smiles slightly, but decides to open it later. His team still needs to do group stretches before practice is officially over. “Iwa! Come on!” He sees Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Oikawa waving for him. He sips from his water bottle before jogging back to the court. “I know your ass isn’t talking Lazykawa.”

(Y/n) waits by her phone, seeing if it will illuminate with a new message. She had emailed him what felt like forever ago. She stands up and paces around the room. Does he not want to talk? She grabs her roller skates for work and adjusts the shoe laces. Just as she finishes that up, her phone buzzes. She pounces on the phone to see it’s from mystery boy. A large grin paves its way onto her face as she opens her phone to reply.

Have you told your dad about wanting to move to California?

They had been talking since he finished dinner, which was around 7. It’s now 2 in the morning and they’re still up. (Y/n) had picked up some papers to work on to be ‘productive’, but she wasn’t really paying attention to her school work.

Mysteryboy609

No. He has my whole life planned out for me.

My dad always taught me to fight for my dreams.

Mysteryboy609

Not mine. He would be furious if I even suggested moving 30 minutes from Miyagi.

It’s 2 am. We’ve been talking for 5 hours now.

Mysteryboy609

I think we broke our record of 3 and a half hours.

We should sleep. We still have school in the morning. Sweet dreams.

Mysteryboy609

Wait, I won’t be able to sleep properly if I don’t know who you are. For the school festival there will be a haunted house. I’ll be there at 11:00. Will you meet me there?

I’ll sleep on it. Good night mystery boy.

From behind the screen, Iwaizumi sighs and places his head in his hands. How much longer will he have to wait? He stares at the screen for a brief moment before typing again.

Mysteryboy609

Okay. Sweet dreams.

October 31, the day of the festival

“Okay but you’re an idiot if you reject that.” Chuzo puts a softball in an automatic ball thrower as (Y/n) swings but hits sorely. “I don’t know. What if he meets me and I’m not what he expects? Or even worse, what if he’s a teacher pretending to be a student?” Chuzo dodges the next ball that comes towards him. “Or, what if he’s the perfect guy for you and you guys get happily married.” She swings again but the bat and ball hit at a weird angle, sending it to the ground again. “That sounds like a fairy tale. This relationship thing we have going isn’t going to work once we meet in real life.” Chuzo pauses from putting the softball in the automatic thrower. “He wants to meet up with you. You two have been talking since school started all the way back in April. If he didn’t like you, I think we’d know by now.” (Y/n) pauses for a moment too. Just as she’s about to speak, her stepmom calls.

“(Y/n)! Someone ate the rest of my octopus and I need more of it. Also, I need you to take my car to the wash and my clothes to the dry cleaner.” “Oh, okay. I’ll be there shortly.” After the call, she clips her phone to her skirt waist band. “Who was that?” “Fuwari. Always making demands. If it weren’t for her paying for California, I don’t know if I’d put up with it.” As Chuzo loads the next ball, (Y/n) imagines Fuwari’s annoying face and hits the ball out into the next field.

In the field beside the baseball field, Iwaizumi and Oikawa are passing a volleyball to each other. “Are you and Shiina still going to the dance together?” Oikawa rolls his eyes slightly when he hears that. “I don’t know, we’ve been arguing more than usual. What about you? Are you going to go with someone?” Iwaizumi smiles slightly and catches the ball. “Maybe, I don’t know if she’ll show up…” He passes it overhand this time, but Oikawa catches it. “Is it that mystery girl you’ve been emailing?” “Pass the ball, Shittykawa!” “So vulgar!” A softball rolls into the field and Iwaizumi throws it back to the girl in the other field. “Nice hit!” “Thank you!”

After that last hit, (Y/n) went to her house to pick up the car and Fuwari’s clothes. She had her license, but she rarely drove since Fuwari didn’t buy her a car. Plus, it was good exercise anyway to walk. After dropping off the clothes, she went to the car wash, per Fuwari’s request.

Iwaizumi shifted in the itchy shirt his dad had him wear. It was the uniform for the car place his dad owned. He was forced to work there as a part time job. Once he saw his dad, he jogged to catch up to him. “Dad? Hey I was-” “You were trying to move to California and enter sports science?” He paused as his dad faced him. “You went into my room?” “Just stay here and continue volleyball during college. You can work here at the shop part time. You’ll be the star ace of the Japanese Olympic team!” “But what if I wanted other options?” His dad shrugged that off and patted his shoulder. “You don’t need other options, you have the perfect life already planned out. Just don’t. Mess. Up.” He frowns slightly before wiping it off to get the next customer.

A girl pulled in with a light pink car that didn’t really seem like it suited her. She drives kinda stiff and has a slight frown on her face. She parks beside where Iwaizumi is stationed and rolls the window down. “Is the car ready?” He asks, noting that she goes to his school. What was her name again? “Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure anyways.” She had a more pleasant expression for politeness. He examines it before noting something down. “You need a wax.” Her frown from earlier comes back stronger now. “Excuse me?” He looked up when she said that and realized how wrong it sounded out of context. “I meant the car.” “Oh, sorry.” He checks for more things before checking her off.

Beep! Both of them look over to see two filthy cars pull in. Benisa and Gurimu got out immediately after. “Iwaizumi! Our cars are dirty and they need cleaning!” “Yeah! Come clean our cars!” They’re both waving their arms widely and giggling like schoolgirls. “Yes, I’ll get to you in a moment.” He returns to talking to (Y/n), handing her something and giving instructions for the car wax.

Once he leaves, (Y/n) gets out of the car with her arms crossed. “Why did you purposefully get your cars dirty on purpose? That’s so stupid.” “To see Iwaizumi, duh.” “I don’t get why everyone fawns over Oikawa. Have you seen Iwaizumi’s biceps???” “Besides, what are you, a mechanic or something?” The twins talk back and forth, giggling the whole time. By now, they’re arguing with each other. “Oh, and you need to go see my mom. She wants to talk to you.” (Y/n) raises her eyebrows before heading to the car. She picks up the octopus before heading home.

“Hey, you wanted to see me?” (Y/n) strolls into the backyard. There, Fuwari is in a tanning bed. She opens it up and (Y/n) shields her eyes. “Yes, I did.” (Y/n) has her fingers crossed behind her back. She hopes that maybe Fuwari will let her go to the festival tonight. That, and maybe she’s more open to moving to California. “I’m so happy you finished running errands. Now I need you to go to the cafe again.” “Oh, but it’s my day off today. I was actually hoping to go to the festival tonight.” Fuwari crossed her legs. “That’s nice and all, but you need to be more selfless and care about other people besides yourself. You don’t do anything for this family, so you can work at the cafe tonight.” “But I really need to go tonight!” “You need the money for California more.” “With my grades I get tons of scholarships to help with the costs. Plus I signed up for a program-” “Now that you’re older, I have something I need to say.” There’s a small pause as (Y/n) looks up with hope. “You’re not very pretty, and you’re not very bright. So glad we had that talk.”

(Y/n) goes back inside with slumped shoulders and a scowl. “Fuwari never lets me have anything. How will I get to meet mystery boy now?” Sighing, she gets her outfit ready. “I hate this stupid dress and that stupid maid cafe.” Afterwards, she heads to her work instead of the festival. Will mystery boy still wait there for her? Or, will he leave?

*Haikyuu belongs to Furudate and A Cinderella Story doesn’t belong to me.*

*Please don’t copy my work or translate to ai.*

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Seat mates, Cell mates, or Soulmates?

Chapter 5

Tags: Tsukishima x fem reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, instigator x instigator, lowkey tsundere x tsundere, partly smau but mainly written, slow burn, stereotypical ‘girly’ interests

Warnings: some swearing, please tell me if I missed something

Currently ongoing

2.1k words

What happens when two seemingly polar opposites are put right beside each other in class? Reader is a talkative girl with a smart mouth. Despite her quick words, she loves romance. Tsukishima is….himself. When they’re assigned seats next to each other, will they get along?

Y/n’s POV

This week felt like it took a million years to pass. With Stingeyshima beside me in my classes, it felt even worse. Finally, though, it’s Sunday. Now I get to surround myself with my friends! I sigh dreamily at the thought, pulling myself out of bed. After I get ready I need to go to the craft store to pick some things up. I’m meeting the rest of the girls there too.

Once I’m dressed for the day, I go downstairs to see my brother and his friends already there. “Where’s mom and dad?” Kenji glances up briefly from the game he’s playing with his friends. “They’re running some errands. They left earlier this morning when I got up.” I hum softly and head to the kitchen. Their game ended and Kenji led them to the table. “You know, you’re like the best sister ever. Have I told you that recently? If I haven’t, I should do it more often because you’re sooo great.” I notice him elbowing his friends and whisper something to them. His best friend- Ritsu Sasaki- chimes in too. “Yeah, you’re always so nice, kind, and caring.” “Do you guys want something?” Kenji beams at that, “Just breakfast. Please! You’re so good at cooking and mom and dad haven’t taught me yet.” I tilt my head slightly, acting as if I’m thinking it through. “Hmm, okay.”

“This is not what I meant by the way.” I laugh slightly as I glance over at Kenji. I had pulled some old aprons I had from when I was way more into baking and everyone thought that was a perfect gift. Right now, I have him and his 3 friends in the aprons helping me cook. “What, do you think I’m your maid or something? This is a good learning moment for all of you.” I instruct one of his friends with a buzz cut to get my ingredients out. “No offense (Y/n)-san, but how is this helpful?” Sasaki is getting more and more like Kenji. At first he was more quiet, but I guess he’s been around so long that he’s grown more comfortable. “You’re not going to be a lazy bum in the future. Not if I can help it, at least.”

We make soufflé pancakes, and everyone seems pleased with their work. The group talks about whatever is happening at their school right now while I finish up my pancake. I check the time after drying my plate off. “Don’t do anything stupid while no one is here. I’m heading to that one cute craft store, and Aika’s house, so I won’t be too far away.” I grab my purse and check to make sure I have my wallet, phone, and keys. “Yeah, yeah. We’re not dumb. We’ll be inside playing video games until mom and dad come back home.” “Mkay, bye!” “Bye!” They all wave bye and I do too.

Afterwards, I head out of the house and jog to the store. Aika’s probably already there, I bet. She’s so punctual. Then again, it could be because she got her brother to drop her off.

I arrive at the same time as Kimura and Mizuno. Aika gets up from the bench she was sitting on and walks closer to us. “I’m so glad you guys are here now! I was scared I’d get charged with loitering.” “Haven’t you only been here for like, 3 minutes before us?” Kimura tilts her head slightly. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Aika twists one of her curls around her finger a little nervously. “Yeah, but some older couple gave me a dirty look.”

We wait a few minutes when we see Miruka and Miori walk our way. They both wave with a grin when they see us. “Hey!” “Did we keep you guys long?” We head inside as we make small talk and we all grab a shopping basket. “What do you guys plan on making?” I ask, looking at a wheel of lace before adding it to my cart. “Definitely some hair accessories. They save so many bad hair days,” Aika says, grabbing some headbands. “Oooh that’s a good idea. I’m making keychains for my bag,” Kimura adds.

Once we’re done, we head to the checkout. We ring up our items and bag them. Afterwards, we head back outside. “Wait! I told my brother to pick us up after we were done. I texted him in the store, so he should be here any minute now.” Aika placed her arm out while she was talking to stop us from walking. Soon enough, an SUV pulls up to the store and Aika’s brother- Sakuto- rolls down the window. “Get in losers, we’re going shopping.” “Sakuto, you’re not Regina George.” Aika sighs while opening the doors for us. “Ugh! Do you know what everyone says about you? They say that you’re a homeschooled jungle freak, that’s a less hot version of me!” “I should’ve never shown you that movie.” “Aika, I would’ve watched it regardless, no matter if you showed it to me or not.” He makes sure we’re all buckled before pulling off.

Aika and Sakuto look very much like each other, and their mom. They both have curly hair and light brown skin. Plus, they have matching moles on their right cheek. “Aika, you’re using me as your personal limo service, you know?” “Thanks for that, by the way.” He turns on the radio to some rock station. “Sakuto-kun! This music stinks!” Miori wails from the back, clamping her ears shut. He turns up the music more. “Huh? I can’t hear you over my music!” The rest of the ride is pretty peaceful and filled with small talk.

We got to Aika’s house and headed straight to her room. Her room is ocean themed and it’s so cute! She has jellyfish decorations around the room and led lights. “My sewing machine is on that desk.” She sets down her bags and plops down on the floor. We all lay down around her and get to work. Someone plays ‘Perfect Night’ by Le Sserafim. Everything is so perfect, especially after how the school week went.

The conversation is relatively light as we work on our crafts. We’ve all just been laughing and showing our work to each other. Mizuno and Kimura are whispering something to each other. I’m glad they’re not completely alone. It’d suck to have to third wheel a friend group. “If I tell you guys something, would you tell anyone?” Mizuno speaks up and sets her current bracelet aside. “I mean, as long as you didn’t murder someone without a reason. Or cheat on someone.” Miruka says, setting her work aside too. “No, nothing like that. It’s just…do you guys know Okuno? In class 1-5?” We shake our heads no. “Oh, well I like him, since like, my 2nd year in middle school. I hope this year he finally asks me out.” There’s a chorus of affirmation as the conversation switches to love.

“Do any of you guys have a crush?” Aika immediately averts her gaze and flushes at the question. Miori grabs her shoulder lightly and shakes it. “Oh, now you have to tell us!” “Please, I don’t want to even say I like someone yet. I just think he’s cute. Besides, we barely know each other, so it’d be kinda shallow if I said I had a crush on him.” Miruka nods while stroking her imaginary beard. “So wise, Aika.” Kimura switches her gaze to me. “You know, you and your seat mate would look so cute together.” Miori is quick to sneer. She looks at Kimura with disgust. “Seriously?! Tsukishima is such a jerk! My precious (Y/n) and him would NEVER be compatible!” She sticks out her tongue and points at it to make a point. Miruka shifts slightly with a sly grin. “I don’t know, to me it sounds like enemies to lovers.”

Mizuno tilts her head to the left. “Miruka san, are you an otaku?” Miruka scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Me? An otaku? Never! That’s such a nerdy thing to do.” Most of the girls nod in agreement. I fall back from the conversation. I can never tell them that I read shojo manga. They’d think I was a total geek! Miori already says that because I’m in an advanced class, but telling them I’m kind of an otaku would be the cherry on top.

“Anyways, though, you and Tsukishima are going to fall in love. I’m calling it now.” Miruka redirects the conversation back to me. “I’d rather die alone than even think about Tsukishima in a positive light. The only good thing about him is his friend Yamaguchi.” Miruka hums in a knowing manner. “Tonight I’m going to write it down in my journal.” My head snaps to her direction. “No, don’t!” Mizuno and Kimura look at each other with furrowed eyebrows and slightly frowns before turning to us. “What’s wrong with her journal?” “Almost everything she writes in there comes true.” Aika says, looking a little nervous and scared. “It’s cause my sister is a witch!” Miruka hits Miori in the head with a pillow.

Afterwards, everything is fine. We all talk about regular things, and my alleged love life is swept under a rug. I prop my head in my hands.“What clubs are you guys joining?” “So glad you asked.” Miruka shuffles through her work and holds up a poster. “I’m running for class president.” She passes out election pins. “Make sure to vote for me.” I smile and pin it to my shirt. “I’m taking photography. My scrapbook will be so full by the end of the year!” Aika fiddles with some paper, making an origami swan. “I’m doing choir. I heard Okuno is taking it too, so hopefully we’ll be together!” “I’ll do track. I don’t think I’ll cut my hair, though.” Kimura brings her ponytail to the front and plays with it. “Obviously volleyball.” Miori shrugs while finalizing a bracelet. “I’m going to do cheerleading again.” “Lucky, the outfits are so cute.” I smile slightly. “I know. It’s my second favorite part after the actual cheering.”

Eventually, we all pack up and leave. We say bye to Aika who walks us out until we split up. As I walk alone, I slip in my headphones. I already finished the first part of the romance audio book I got, so now I’m on part two. I get to chapter 2 when I get home. I can hear noise coming from the back, so I skip off my headphones and head to the backyard. There, my brother and his friends are playing volleyball. Kenji and Ritsu see me and wave me over. “(Y/n) san, you should be the referee.” I walk over and set my bag in a chair. “What am I even supposed to do?” They show me the poses for refereeing, and that’s what I’m stuck doing.

Two of the friends leave early, but Ritsu stays. I’m heading to my room when I glance back to see the two following me. “What do you two want?” “Sister dearest, we just want to hear the tea from girls day.” Kenji clasps his hands together and smiles. “Yes, tell us what’s happening girlfriend.” Ritsu shakes his hair. “Uh, no.” I go into my room and shut the door behind me. Once I’m out of my clothes and into pajamas, I open it again to see those two still standing out there. “I have the slideshow for how to get a boyfriend.” And Kenji looks so serious saying this. “….Just hurry your ass and get in.” I open the door for them and they skip in giggling.

The rest of the night I spent talking. Who knew talking to your little brother and his best friend could be so rewarding? They’re actually kind of funny when they’re not being too stupid. Maybe it’s his other friends who are the weird ones. It gets late though, so I kick them out to read Nana. “(Y/n)! We didn’t even go over the slideshow!” “Yeah! You need it!” I push them out and shut my door behind them. I lay down in my bed and grab Nana off of my bedside table. I could get used to this.

*Haikyuu does not belong to me, it belongs to Furudate.*

*please don’t copy my work or translate it to ai.*

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Angel Eyes

Oikawa x Neutral!Reader one shot

Look into his angel eyes, one look and you’re hypnotized, he’ll take your heart and you must pay the price

Oikawa’s POV

Tags: Completely inspired by the song Angel Eyes by ABBA, Oikawa is a ‘playboy’, quiet/shy reader but there’s a little plot twist, they don’t get together again

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“We should stop this thing we have.” Those were the words I said that ended it all. (Y/n) looked up at me with those wide eyes, bottom lip trembling slightly. “But tonight was so fun, was it not? We-I….why?” Stupid, arrogant me at the time simply folded his hands together. “I have a promising career in volleyball. Besides, this was only a fling. I told you I wouldn’t be here long.” I could’ve salvaged it and lent out an inviting hand. I could’ve said ‘join me, please I can’t see myself without you.’ But, instead, “I’m flying out to Argentina soon. I don’t need any strings, do I?” With a cold, surgical precision I usually reserve for my serves, I left. I left and I’m a coward for that. I don’t deserve-

“Hello? Oikawa?” I snap my eyes back to the present. The girl in front of me has her head tilted slightly and her hand slowly lowering back down. “Hmm? Sorry, I was just getting lost in your eyes, they’re so beautiful.” She giggles at that and glances down shyly. Does she realize I’m lying? “Oh, please. You’re such a flirt.” She lightly hits my chest and I take that moment to grab her hand. “What? I can’t compliment a gorgeous woman?” I lean down to kiss her hand as she looks at me with round eyes, kind of like how (Y/n) used to.

Although I’m acting saccharine sweet, I’m not truly enjoying myself. This girl- Hana- is sweet and all, but I’m distracted. (Y/n)’s face lingers in my head. I’ll look at Hana and see another’s face. It’s not fair to either of them. If I actually knew what was good for me, I wouldn’t have agreed to this date just to forget (Y/n). I shouldn’t have called things off in the first place. Despite saying I’d be in Argentina by now, there was a change of plans, so I’m still here.

I’m not holding her hand anymore. She had taken it back to talk about something using her hands. I quip in and she laughs. My gaze wanders to the bridge opposite of this one, and time seems to freeze. Standing there, like a walking time capsule, is (Y/n). My breath catches in my chest at the sight. I know my surprise is reciprocated, but I can only hope that my longing is too. Their eyes seem heavy, and that crushes the hope in my chest. I return my gaze back to Hana, who is catching her breath from laughing.

“Oh, Oikawa, you have such a way with words!” She gets an alert from her phone and looks up. “Aw, I guess I have to go. The guy I’m talking to has answered his phone.” I blink and tilt my head. “Huh?” She’s already picking up her purse from the bench she had set it down, a risky move by the way, and putting her phone back. “Yeah, I can’t believe it’s this late too! You’re such a good friend though! I’m glad to have met someone I can talk to.” Friend? I kissed her hand! “Oh, yeah, right. Have fun on your date!” She waves bye and I stand there. Well, at least I don’t have to pretend anymore.

My glaze flits back to where (Y/n) was. I notice their silhouette moving towards the trash can and bolt. Maybe I’ll still have enough time to apologize. Maybe I can still fix things between us. I’m certain of it. A broad smile makes its way across my face at the thought of it. I slow down so it doesn’t seem like I was rushing over here, even though I was. I hesitate for a moment before going in and grabbing their arm.

“(Y/n)?” I hear them sigh and snatch their arm back. For a moment I’m hurt, but I accept it. It has been 3 weeks after all. My eyebrows are slightly raised and I think they clock that. I try to stand in a neutral way, not to look too eager or too aloof. “I didn’t think you’d be here.” How smart of me-“Do you even think in general?” Huh? I thought they’d be pleased to see me a little. I open my mouth to apologize, but I’m instantly cut off before I can even begin.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You love on me and break down my walls just to cut things off in cold blood. Then, 3 weeks later, you’re all wrapped around some other girl like we had nothing! Did you not feel anything then? Do you not feel anything now? You’re playing someone else again! What, is it that normal for you to be shitty? Do you not care about what others feel, or are you so caught up with yourself you don’t even notice?”

I really need to apologize. They think I didn’t feel anything when I broke it off? That I’m playing someone else? All I do is feel. “I-” “No, I’m not playing your games, Oikawa. I hope that girl you’re talking to figures you out before she has to learn the hard way. Goodbye, please don’t ever reach out to me again.” Then, they’re gone.

I watch as their outline begins to fade out of my vision. A quiet ache begins in my chest that I can’t keep down. I slowly walk back to the hotel that I stay at. Once I get into my room, I sink to the floor, clutching my chest. The tears I was holding back come out like floodgates. The one good thing I had and of course I ruined it. Why didn’t I just stay? Why couldn’t I have just been content with what I had before I lost it? Will I stay like this forever, constantly reaching for more but being denied.

As I sit there, tears flowing down my cheeks as hiccups escape my throat, I realize I am just Icarus. I flew too close to the sun and I fell into the ocean to drown. My phone buzzes and I look to see it’s a message from my manager. I’m being flown out to Argentina again tomorrow. If that was supposed to help, knowing I’d have to forget them, it didn’t. Instead, I dwell on what could’ve been and wallow in self pity. Volleyball is the one thing I’m kind of good at, so I should focus on that. But, if only…

*please don’t copy or translate my work to ai.*

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Angel Eyes

Oikawa x Neutral!Reader one shot

Look into his angel eyes, one look and you’re hypnotized, he’ll take your heart and you must pay the price

Tags: Completely inspired by the song Angel Eyes by ABBA, Oikawa is a playboy, quiet/shy reader but there’s a little plot twist, they don’t get together again

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The crisp, cool air bites at my face as I step outside of my apartment complex. The once warmer October nights are fading away to a chillier November. I pull my coat tighter against me, cursing at my poorly planned outfit. I didn’t wear gloves, or earmuffs, or a hat, just nothing. All I have is my coat, boots, and a desperate need for clearer thoughts. Lately, my head has been muddled by him, and that doesn’t mix well with a procrastinated, late night work project.

The break up was 3 weeks ago, but he still lingers in the crevices of my brain. He was so..dreamy. There’s no other words to describe him but that. He was a perfect fantasy, until he broke it off to pursue his career. He told me it was only a fling, and he was just flown out here for work. It was nothing special, but it was everything to me. No matter how short lived it was.

I walk onto the bridge not too far from my apartment. The river flowing underneath is calm right now, very soothing. I remember when we would-no. Stop it right now. I can’t think these thoughts about him anymore. We are over, and he’ll never be mine again. He never was mine in the first place. As I walk further along the bridge, I glance over at the parallel one beside it and my jaw drops.

The tall, athletic figure. The brown curls that swoop perfectly against his forehead. And, his angel eyes, looking deep into a girl’s eyes. Wait, another girl. My heart stops on that bridge. He said he wouldn’t be here for more than a month. He said he was flying back out to Argentina after his games. He said we were just nothing, just a fling. Why is he here now with someone else? Was he just lying to me the whole time?

My knees feel like jelly, so I make my way over to the nearest bench. My head drops into my hands, and the strong facade I had been putting on crumbles to pieces. Why? He came into my life so easily and broke down every defensive wall I had up just to leave me vulnerable. And now, he’s a liar, too. Tooru Oikawa is a dirty liar. He charms people just to leave them defenseless when he’s gone. He’s nothing more than a playboy, and I’m sadly one of his misfortunate victims.

I can feel the heat rushing to my face as shame and anger wash over me. I snap my head up to look back at them. She’s laughing, so perfect and carefree. He’s looking at her like he’d sacrifice the world to hold her hand. I want to shout out, ‘He’s a liar! Don’t believe anything he says because all Oikawa does is lie and manipulate!’ But, I can’t. My anger drops back down and all I feel is this quiet ache. I can’t warn her, I can’t do anything. All I can do is wallow alone while they flirt and share meaningless affections.

As I watch them, I remember the times when he was mine. Back then, he would bring me flowers every time he saw me. He’d kiss me on the cheek while in public just to get a rise out of me. I’d turn to him, ready to playfully scold him, but he’d just give me that boyish grin of his. I couldn’t say anything to him. Then, I thought we’d be forever. I was foolish to think that, and I’m foolish now for sitting here, wishing for a man who’s probably forgotten all about me.

The ache in my chest only gets worse. Does he know what he’s done to me? I should’ve just stayed inside. Seeing him like this with someone else is worse than writing an amateur work paper. They’d forget about it, but I won’t forget this any time soon. Maybe I should see a therapist.

As I get up from the bench, done with wallowing in self pity, I notice his gaze drift over to me. For a brief moment, it seemed that his breath had caught. Maybe he did remember, and maybe he did feel guilty. Our eyes meet, and I hope that everything I’m feeling is being communicated to him. I look away first. I’m not a homewrecker. I bury my hands deep into my coat pockets and walk back in the direction I came from.

My boots feel like they gained an extra 15 pounds as I trudge back home. So much for a calming walk to clear my mind. It only made matters worse. Now I know he’s a liar and we never mattered. Hmm, now I know he’s a liar and we never mattered. Maybe now I can finally be free from my fantasies about what our life could’ve been. There wouldn’t have been anything because he couldn’t change that quickly. He’d still be a playboy, even if we stayed. He’d just find another reason to break it off.

I’m supposed to feel lighter, but I don’t. I reach into my coat pocket to pull out a mini journal. I’ve been keeping it on me ever since we ended things. I rip out a page and write everything I’m feeling in there. I think my pencil will break from how hard I’m holding it, but it lasts until I’m done with the page. Afterwards, I rip it into pieces and throw it away. There, now I’m better. I’m almost away from the bridge when I feel someone grab my arm.

“(Y/n)?” I close my eyes and sigh. Why is he tormenting me? I turn around and snatch my arm back from his grasp. He raises his eyebrows slightly, but then chooses a neutral stance to hold. “I didn’t think you’d be here.” “Do you even think in general?” He looks even more surprised, and I feel surprised. However, the words flow out of my mouth.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You love on me and break down my walls just to cut things off in cold blood. Then, 3 weeks later, you’re all wrapped around some other girl like we had nothing! Did you not feel anything then? Do you not feel anything now? You’re playing someone else again! What, is it that normal for you to be shitty? Do you not care about how others feel, or are you so caught up with yourself you don’t even notice?” “I-” “No. I’m not playing your games, Oikawa. I hope that girl you’re talking to figures you out before she has to learn the hard way. Goodbye, please don’t ever reach out to me again.” I walk away, leaving him there to think.

Once I get home, I strip from my outside clothes and into my pajamas. I lay curled up in my bed and finally release the sob I’ve been holding in. For 3 weeks, I’ve been trying to get over him, and now it’s finally done. I feel a sense of loss, now that it’s officially officially over, but it’s the right thing to do. I lost sleep over him, couldn’t work properly, I couldn’t live like I was had. I’ll cry tonight, but future me will thank me. As the last of my cries echo out, my puffy eyes droop shut, all I think of when I fall asleep is that damned work project I still have to do. Whatever, that will be tomorrow’s problem…

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Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa:

Angel Eyes (Y/n)’s POV

Angel Eyes Oikawa’s POV

Matsukawa:

nothing here yet

Hanamaki:

nothing here yet

Iwaizumi:

Enchanted: A Cinderella Story

Kyōtani (Mad dog):

nothing here yet

Kunimi:

nothing here yet

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Enchanted

Iwaizumi x Reader A Cinderella Story AU

Warnings: A Cinderella Story and Haikyuu don’t belong to me. Also, keep in mind that the movie was made in 2004, so some things are outdated. There’s minor swearing, but just from Iwaizumi.

When two completely different people in real life connect online, what will unfold? Iwaizumi is a part of the popular volleyball boy group. (Y/n), on the other hand, is a total nerd or ‘loser’. Online, though, they talk everyday and have so much in common. What happens when these online personas meet in person?

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Long long ago, in a kingdom far away, there lived a beautiful princess with her widowed father. Although, in reality, it wasn’t too long ago, just about 10 years. And, they didn’t actually live in a kingdom, just a town in the Miyagi Prefecture. The girl loved her dad, and her dad loved her. They would play baseball together and listen to music in her dad’s cafe. There, it was the most wonderful cafe in all of Miyagi! The desserts were freshly baked each day, and there were never worries about too much fat or sugar. The employees were like family, and everyone was treated as such. Everything was perfect for the girl, until her dad remarried.

Her dad had thought, maybe she had missed having a mom? He married an evil, plastic-surgery loving woman with spoiled brats for daughters. Nonetheless, it would be okay. Everyone could live in harmony and as one big family, together. Even if Ms. Fuwari and her twin daughters- Benisa and Gurimu-did not like the princess (Y/n).

2 years later, (Y/n) is now 10

“He took her hand into his and placed a kiss on it before helping her onto his horse. The beautiful princess and the handsome prince rode off happily into the sunset, the end.” As he ended the story, he did a grand hand gesture. The girl giggled with her dad. “Dad, do fairy tales come true?” (Y/n) looked up at her dad with a bright, hopeful smile. “Well, fairy tales don’t come true, but dreams do. When you work hard for what you want, any dream can come true,” he ruffled her hair to make her laugh again. “Do you have any dreams?” “Yes, I hope that one day you can travel to anywhere you want and be able to go to college.” “Anywhere? Like…….maybe California?” “If that’s what your heart desires.” The girl settled for that and snuggled deeper into her bed. Just as her eyes were drooping close, the whole world shook.

“Earthquake!” Her dad got up out of bed and she followed immediately. “I have to go save your stepmom and stepsisters, I’ll be back.” That day, the girl lost her father. With that, Fuwari was given everything. There was no will, so (Y/n) had nothing. She lived in the smallest room in the house while her stepmom and stepsisters got the best rooms. The cozy diner was turned into a maid cafe. The perfect life the princess once had was now over.

8 years later

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-! With a yawn and a quick stretch, (Y/n) woke up from her slumber. She looks around, noticing the papers and highlighters surrounding her. “I fell asleep at my desk again?” Just as she’s about to go back to sleep, another sound echoes out from the intercom system Fuwari had installed. “(Y/n)! Wake up! It’s time for breakfast and we’re ready to be served.” She sighs at her stepmom’s harsh voice screeching in her ears. She presses the button to respond back, “I’m coming.” Afterwards, she gets dressed and ready to serve her terrible stepfamily.

“1, 2, 3, 4 and wide arms!” The aerobics instructor Fuwari hired specifically for Benisa and Gurimu yells out and makes pointed gestures to replicate what he wants to happen. The twins, on the other hand, are delayed and frankly just sloppy. “Aren’t my girls geniuses?” Fuwari’s voice calls out from her lawn chair. “They’re…something alright,” the aerobics instructor scratches his head. “Ugh! Mom! Benisa farted on me!” “I couldn’t hold it in any longer.” Gurimu shoved her twin underwater. “Girls! Girls! Stop it, stop it!” The instructor snaps his fingers, trying to get order again.

(Y/n) comes out of the house with breakfast for her stepfamily. “Here, breakfast is served.” She sets it on a table by Fuwari, who glances up at her. “Why aren’t you in uniform? You need to go to work.” “Oh, well, I was going to stay and study some more so I can go to-” “You know, (Y/n), people study and go to college to get a job. You have a job already, so you’re ahead and don’t need college.” “But-” “Why are you still standing here, get to work! Now!” (Y/n) went back inside to change into her maid uniform for work. Afterwards, she sprinted to the cafe.

The energy inside was buzzing. There were plenty of customers, which always kept the place busy. “Enough with all the octopus! You have octopus pudding, octopus pancakes, octopus everything!” Rhonda, the woman who runs the cafe since Fuwari is never around, scolds the main chef. “Yeah?” He picks up a dead octopus. “Oh look, Fuwari eats me!” Rhonda looks at him with raised eyebrows and shakes her head. “You are disgusting.” As she walks away and around the table, she sees (Y/n) cleaning a table.

“(Y/n)! What are you doing here? You should be at school!” “I know, I know, but Fuwari said I needed to be here, and I need her money to go to California.” She wipes off the table and collects the dishes off of it. “Your father would want you in school instead of this cafe.” (Y/n) glances up at her to see Rhonda with her arms crossed. “…Fine. I’ll go.” She puts the dishes in the sink and grabs her bag. “Bye! I’ll be back later!” She waves at everyone and heads out to her best friend’s house.

“Hello Mr. Sasaki!” She bows slightly when she sees her friend’s dad outside washing his car. He bows his head back and waves. “Chuzo will be out in a minute.” (Y/n) folds her hands and waits for her friend to come out. When he does, he’s tap dancing and singing some kind of musical song. He’s dressed in one of his costumes for the new musical his club is trying to do. “Chuzo, I’m not leaving the house with you dressed like that.” “I’m practicing for my new musical! I think I look great.” He looks down at his outfit and smoothes out his pants. (Y/n) crosses her arms and he goes back inside, returning in regular clothes.

“Do you think this year Shiina will break up with Oikawa and date me instead?” “Chuzo, she doesn’t want you.” “Yes she does! We kissed last night! …In my dream.” “You’re hopeless.” They round a corner together, and Shiina and her minions bump into them. “Watch where you’re going, yeah?” Just as they’re about to walk again, Hanamaki accidentally bumps into them. “Sorry,” he waits for his friends Oikawa, Matsukawa, and Iwaizumi to catch up before leaving. The ‘Seijoh 4’, (Y/n), and Chuzo have been going to the same school since middle school. The former were always more popular due to playing volleyball. The latter were ‘losers’. They never really interacted, being on different sides of the popularity spectrum. “Yeah, she wants you real bad. Saw how she gave you 2 seconds of contact when she jammed into you?” (Y/n) looks up at Chuzo, who shoves her face.

Bzzt! (Y/n) smiles when she feels her phone buzz against her back pocket. She waits outside at a table before opening her phone.

Mysteryboy609

Hey, where’ve you been? We haven’t talked in so long.

We spoke earlier this morning, you liar.

Mysteryboy609

You’re on my mind all the time. What’s on your mind?

You answer first.

Mysteryboy609

I would say volleyball. Do you think the team will go to nationals?

Maybe.I don’t really keep up with volleyball. Do you think the school festival will be earlier this year?

Mysteryboy609

I heard it would be before the game.

I hope we run into each other, I want to meet you.

She smiles slightly before typing back.

Maybe we will.

The first bell rings, so (Y/n) tucks her phone away and heads off to her class. From across where she was, Oikawa is trying to look at Iwaizumi’s phone. “Who are you texting Iwa-Chan?” Iwaizumi swats him away, frowning after. “None of your business Shittykawa.” “Why are you always so rude?” Both boys eventually head in after (Y/n). If only (Y/n) and Iwaizumi knew just how close they already were.

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Seat mates, Cell mates, or Soulmates?

Chapter 4

Tags: Tsukishima x fem reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, instigator x instigator, lowkey tsundere x tsundere, partly smau but mainly written, slow burn

Warnings: some swearing, I lowkey don’t proof read anything, this chapter is kind of run on, please tell me if I missed something

Currently ongoing

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What happens when two seemingly polar opposites are put right beside each other in class? Reader is a talkative girl with a smart mouth. Despite her quick words, she loves romance. Tsukishima is….himself. When they’re assigned seats next to each other, will they get along?

(Y/n)’s POV:

“Do you guys think that if I dye my hair blonde that Ukai will notice me?” Miori twists her hair between her fingers, seemingly caught up in her own question. “I think that you should go to therapy. It’s not like you two could date. He’s a grown ass man and you’re a teen.” I look for my syllabus in my bag while replying. I did bring it, right? “I know I can’t date him. I’m not that much of an idiot!” Miori kicks me to emphasize her point. “We could be matching though.” “He wouldn’t notice. Does he even know your name?” Aika glances over with a raised eyebrow. “Yes! He knows me as the louder twin!” “You’re hopeless. My twin is hopeless.” Miruka sighs and slumps while she walks.

Once we make it to school, we decide to walk around, just talking. The first bell rings when we’re outside. “Crap! It’s already almost time to head in?” Miruka glances at her watch with a scowl. “What, you’re not excited for grueling school work?” “Shut up.” Eventually, we split up and head to our classrooms. When I enter, I notice Tsukishima is already there. Ugh, how annoying! Couldn’t he have waited or something? He glances up at me and tilts his head. What the hell does that mean? I scoff, but I return my attention to my conversation. Aika looks at me with a weird look before acting like she did before. Is there something wrong?

I sit down at my desk and notice that his head is down. Is he a vampire or something? Edward Cullen wannabe. He seems so- “(Y/n).” I look over to Aika, who seems a little serious. “Hmm?” “Are you going to just glare at him all day?” I frown a little at that. “No, I just glanced over.” “Maybe you should apologize? Then, this whole thing could be over.” I look at her with a gaping mouth and raised eyebrows. “Apologize?” “Yeah, you did ask him if he was born with a stick up his ass. Maybe just apologizing will fix everything.” I get where she’s coming from, but I don’t want to apologize to him. Aika has always been a hyper polite person, so it makes sense she would want me to apologize. I consider just telling her no, but the way she looks at me so wholeheartedly changes my mind. “Fine.”

Gym Class

It’s finally gym class, so we have to change. As I’m swapping my shirt, I notice Aika scooting closer beside me. “Hm?” I hum lightly. She wants to say something, but she thinks she’s discreet. “Are you going to say sorry in this class?” “Yeah, probably. Maybe we just got off on a rough start. Who knows? He might’ve been on his period.” We both giggle slightly before looking in the mirror. “Could I borrow your extra lipgloss?” “Yeah, sure.” After adjusting little things, we walk into the gymnasium.

We get a few minutes of free time before class actually starts, so I immediately go to Tsukishima. He’s standing with his friend from yesterday. The kind one with freckles and green hair. “Hi! Could I talk to Tsukishima alone, please?” He glances over at Tsukishima, seemingly talking with just eyes. How sweet! That reminds me of that one manga I was reading about soulmates- “Yeah, of course.” The kind guy walks over to somewhere else, so now I’m alone with Tsukishima. He glances down at me with nothing other than disgust and annoyance. I bite back the insult on the tip of my tongue before speaking. “Hey, I’m just sorry for yesterday and what I said. That was really mean and audacious of me. I’m sorry.” I feel a weight leave my chest. Aika was right, apologizing really was- “And?”

I look up at him and he’s just standing there with an unimpressed look. That jerk! I put my whole heart into that! Well, maybe not my whole heart, but it’s not like it was half-assed! “And? I’m saying sorry for yesterday. Is there nothing more you can say?” “I’m just confused. Am I supposed to care?” My slight frown deepens into a full blown scowl. I can see the beginning of a smirk forming on his face. Does he seriously think this is funny?! “Yeah, I’m so sorry for calling an asshole what he is. Is it tiring being such a dick?” “Well am I an asshole or a dick?” Aika glides over and takes my arm, dragging me away. He smiles and I roll my eyes.

“See?! He doesn’t deserve being apologized to, he’s just a stupid, stupid, stupid-!” “I get it. Sorry, I was wrong about apologizing to him.” She looks genuinely sad over it, with her frown and rounded eyes. “Tch, you shouldn’t be sorry, he should be.” By now, the teacher is here and beginning class instruction. Normally I’d shut up by now, but I guess I’m on a rampage. “He’s so arrogant! I wish I could-” “Ladies in the back. Is there something you’d want to share with the class?” The teacher has a hand on his hip and a brow cocked. My face burns and I know Aika is feeling way worse than I am. “Yeah, is there something you want to share with the class?” Tsukishima says it softly enough for the teacher not to notice, but just loud enough for me to hear. I stick my tongue out and drag my eyelid down. He mutters something about me being ‘sooo mature’.

“Alright class, I have a cup full of colorful sticks. For each color there are two sticks. After I call your name, you will pick a stick from the cup, and after roll call the person with the corresponding stick will be your partner for today’s class. Does anything need to be repeated?” No one spoke, so the teacher began attendance. “(Y/l/n) (Y/n)!” I got up and grabbed my stick. Hmm, purple. “Aika what’s your color?” “I got grey.” “Really? I got purple…who do you think your partner will be?” “I don’t know, hopefully not your seatmate though.” “Oh yeah, if I got Suckyshima I’d have to jump or something.” I uncross my legs and subtly kick Tsukishima, who stood up in front of me to get his stick. He sends a glare my way, but I just shrug. “Sorry, I was uncrossing my legs.”

The kind, green haired boy, Yamaguchi, is called last. “Find your partners.” I glance down at Yamaguchi’s stick, which is also purple. I tap his shoulder and he looks up at me. “We have the same stick, come on.” I say bye to Aika before finding a spot to stand with Yamaguchi. Our objective is to pass a ball back and forth while asking ice breaker questions. I bow slightly before saying my name, “My name is (Y/n) (Y/l/n).” “My name is Tadashi Yamaguchi. Would you like to ask the first question?” “You can go if you’d like.” He nods before stopping to think about what question to ask. “Uhm, what’s your favorite color?” He tosses the ball and I catch it. “Pink! And yours?” I toss the ball back. “Green. Favorite food?”

We fall into an easy rhythm. Despite him being Stupidshima’s best friend or something, he’s so nice! I catch the ball again, breaking my chain of thought. “How come you’re friends with Tsukishima when you’re so sweet?” I toss the ball back to him, and he laughs a little nervously. Maybe too early of a question. I mean, we’re not really friends yet. “He’s cool when you get to know him. How come you hate him?” He tosses the ball and I nearly fumble it. “He was so standoffish! It was crazy. Anyways, do you play any sports?” “Yeah, volleyball. But, it’s just for fun. Do you play sports?” “I mainly do cheerleading, but my family has a tennis set, and my aunt teaches me dances.”

After the game, the gym coach calls us all to do jogs around the gym in a circle. I jog next to Aika and 2 other girls I’ve been talking to. “Do you guys think if I add something more to my uniform I’ll get dress coded?” I look around the little group surrounding me. “I mean, what would you add?” One of the new girls, Kimura, asks. She has long blonde hair and freshly done nails. I wonder if she does them herself. “Not a lot, just some lace rimming my skirt. Maybe faux fur if I go to the craft store. Or if I thrift flip something with fur.” “I’m sure no one will say anything, probably,” the other new girl, Mizuno, says. Mizuno has a brown bob and little diamond earrings. “Aika, what do you think?” “I think we should turn it into a craft day. We tell the twins and everyone here is invited. Could we have it this Sunday?” “Yes! Wait…but it can’t be at my place. Kenji’s friends will be over.” “We could have it at my place.” Aika says, seeing if everyone else agrees. “Yeah, sounds good,” Mizuno and Kimura both agree.

After Gym Class

I lean back in my seat and tap my pencil lightly against my desk. Our literature teacher is going over the curriculum for the year. “In the second quarter we will be doing an argumentative unit. During that unit you will be partnered up with another student for the whole quarter…” I hope I don’t get partnered up with Stingeyshima. “And you two will work together as a lawyer pair, kind of, to argue a side of a topic.” That sounds cool. With how argumentative I can be, I’d do so good! After her talk, she passes out a passage for us to read with questions at the end. I notice Yamaguchi get up and ask Tsukishima something, then he turns my way. “Hey, (Y/ln), do you have a pencil I could borrow?” I’m already digging through my pencil before he’s finished. “Of course I do. Here.” He thanks me and I go back to my classwork. I notice Tsukishima giving me a weird look out of the corner of his eye. Internally I’m smiling, but I won’t show anything, yet.

After school and volleyball practice

“Miori, Miruka,” Aika calls out to the twins, who actually were being nice to each other. Miori had gotten out of a difficult practice, so Miruka was fanning her. They both perk up at Aika’s call. “Yes?” “On Sunday we’re having a craft day at my house with Kimura and Mizuno.” They both light up with excitement. “Those are the girls we talked to yesterday, right?” Miruka asks, helping Miori up. “Yeah, the ones with long blonde hair and a brown bob,” I say, passing snacks to everyone. “Wait! I need to give something to Kageyama!” Miori rushes off, but not before turning her phone flashlight on. “Wait!” We all run after her. We nearly collide right into her since she stopped so abruptly. “What is it?” “Look!”

In front of us, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and two other boys seem to be arguing. A boy with black hair has Tsukishima by the shirt collar. Miruka guides us to hide behind a building. Yamaguchi has his eyes wide and his hands up, as if he’s panicking and doesn’t know what to do. The orange head boy is cheering on the black haired boy. Just as I think something is going to happen, the black haired boy leaves. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi head off in the other direction. Miori breaks out of our hiding spot to go after the black and orange duo.

“Kageyama! I have that thing from class.” The black haired boy, Kageyama, turns to face her. We all follow behind her soon after. “That guy is a total jerk!” “Yeah, tell me about it!” The short boy pipes up. Miori immediately turns to me when she sees me. “Hey, (Y/n), is your seat mate’s name Tsukishima?” “Yes-” “Such a poopyhead!” The orange head boy cuts in. “Rest in peace Kageyama and…” “Hinata.” “And Hinata. That’s your new teammate.” Orange hair is Hinata, black hair is Kageyama. We all talk until I get a buzz in my pocket. That’s probably my mom or dad asking where I am. “Should we head out?” I ask lightly, looking around the group. “Yeah, bye Kageyama and Hinata!” We wave bye to the boys and walk back home. The rest of the way back we talk about stupid things. We try to keep our giggles down to not disturb everyone. It is night, after all.

I get home eventually, and dinner is being served. “Hey.” I slip off my shoes and place my bag on a hanger. “Why are you so late? Were you going to tell anyone?” My mom sounds extra stern. “Mom, I had already told you guys that I’d be out extra late with my friends. We were at Miori’s volleyball practice.” I pull my hair back and wash my hands. “When?” She’s leaning against the counter now. “Mom-” “It was on the fridge. She wrote it down on the calendar on the fridge.” I look over at Kenji, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open. My dad looks over at the fridge, lo and behold, in scribbly writing, it says ‘I’ll be at volleyball practice with my friends - (Y/n)’. “She’s right, they’re both right,” my dad says, trying to calm my mom. I sit down, waiting for words that never come. “I’m sorry, next time just remind us.”

Dinner goes by quietly. No matter how much Kenji talks, there is a slight tension. Of course when I mess up, it’s a big problem. I’ll have to get Kenji snacks for 2 weeks for covering me. We put up our dishes after dinner. I go ahead and wash them before my mom can lash out on me anymore. I slip an extra snack from my bag under his door. I hear a small gasp and thanks while I head to the bathroom. As I wash my face, I think of Yamaguchi. I’ll have to talk to him more. We’ll definitely be friends. Afterwards, I sink into my sheets with volume 1 of Nana and soft music playing in the background. Hmm, that guy looks like a punk Tsukishima…what the hell?

*The characters (besides Y/n’s friends and family) do not belong to me, but Furudate.*

*Please don’t copy or translate my work to ai.*

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Iwaizumi’s Moodboard for Enchanted: A Cinderella Story

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Y/n’s Moodboard for Enchanted: A Cinderella Story

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Iwaizumi x Reader A Cinderella Story AU

Y/n’s Moodboard, Iwaizumi’s Moodboard

Life Isn’t a Fairy Tale

Infrunami

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Another series on the way cause apparently I can’t write casually.

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I’m in the mood to write an Iwaizumi x Reader fic but it’s A Cinderella Story. Like, Iwaizumi is friends with Oikawa, so he’s in the popular group. Reader would be a loser, obviously, and her friend could be uh…. I don’t know. But like do you see my vision?

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happy birthday to my pookie! i love you so much

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Live laugh love Oikawa

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Seat mates, Cell mates, or Soulmates?

Chapter 3

Tags: Tsukishima x fem reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, instigator x instigator, lowkey tsundere x tsundere, partly smau but mainly written, slow burn

Warnings: some swearing, and I lowkey don’t proofread my work, please tell me if I missed something

Currently ongoing

1.9k words

What happens when two seemingly polar opposites are put right beside each other in class? Reader is a talkative girl with a smart mouth. Despite her quick words, she loves romance. Tsukishima is….himself. When they’re assigned seats next to each other, will they get along?

Y/n’s POV

“Cleaning on the first day? This sucks!” Miori dips her mop in the bucket filled with hazy, soapy water. “Yeah, well at least we get to clean together. In middle school we never got this privilege. At least not on the first day,” Aika calmly says as she wipes off desks. “Miori, why are you getting the mop out already? (Y/n) hasn’t even swept yet!” I hear Miruka scold Miori, who pouts slightly before turning to me. “Hey! Why haven’t you swept yet! You’re taking so loooong, and I have places to be after this.” “It’s nothing, I’m just more tired today,” not a complete lie. I never said why I was tired, but I am. “Is it because of that boy who annoyed you earlier?”

Maybe Aika is the more direct one. She barely even looks up from wiping desks while saying that. “A boy? I’ll beat him! What’s his name? What does he look like?!” I smile slightly at Miori’s threats. “Just a nobody. He took the nerd stereotype too seriously, smug glasses-wearing asshole.” I can feel my jaw clench a little, but it doesn’t matter. My phone buzzes, ‘Hey sweetie, can you pick up Kenji from school?’ Of course it’s from mom. I grab my broom and sweep hurriedly. I finally finish sweeping and rush to put up my supplies.

“We’re going to talk later over call, right?” I ask while gathering my bags. “I have volleyball practice after school, so it’ll have to be later.” All heads snap to Miori. “Since when did you do volleyball?” “Since I found out Ukai is the coach!” She squeals excitedly, jumping with the mop. “When I got back from lunch we still had some time, so I started talking to this boy in my class with black hair and a constant scowl. I recognized him from a local newspaper talking about the ‘Great King’, so that’s what I shouted. I was like, ‘THE GREAT KING!” He immediately looked and frowned saying, ‘don’t call me that.’ We started talking and he said he only came here because he didn’t pass Shiratorizawa’s exams, and Ukai is going to be the coach!” “What if it’s just for boy’s volleyball?” That shut her up quickly. I left afterwards, remembering Kenji.

Once I got to his school, I found him surrounded by friends. I guess we really are related. “Kenji come on! I don’t have all day,” I say, crossing my arms impatiently. Middle schoolers are…interesting, to say the least. I heard what his friends say from him, and I don’t want to experience it in person. He bounces over to me after saying bye to his friends. “(Y/n), can we go to the convenience store?” “What’s with you and constantly asking for things?” He does a spin while walking before talking again. “Come on, I know you have some money from your part time job. Please?” He blinks up at me with round eyes and a pout. Suddenly, we’re both at Sakanoshita and he’s browsing through the snack aisle. Spoiled brat.

“No but I need all of this and 3 meat buns too.” He gestures to his already full basket. When did that happen? “I’m a growing boy. Besides, I play 2 sports, so I need the food.” “Yeah? Are you any good at either of them?” “That’s a low blow! Besides, if I eat the food I’ll get better!” He’s so determined and stubborn. I don’t know if that’s honorable or not. “You chose both sports. I told you that soccer and volleyball were too much.” I’m not going to buy all of this for him. And that’s final!

We leave the store with all of his snacks, 5 meat buns, and a pack of mochis. He’s smiling widely and swinging the bags happily. “Don’t look so smug. You’re paying me back.” “I don’t have money.” “Hmm, then I guess you’ll have to do my chores.” He frowns and doesn’t swing the bag as high. Knowing him, he won’t do my chores. Our parents wouldn’t allow for that, no matter what. “Hey, (Y/n)?” I glance over at him, “What’s up?” “You need to get a boyfriend.”

I stop dead in my tracks and stare at him. He stares back, unashamed. “What the hell is your problem?” He pulls out a notebook from his bag and points to it. “This is my big book of reasons my sister needs a boyfriend. Number 1, you want one. Why else would you buy so much shojo-?” “SHUT UP!” “Number 2, I need a cool mentor to look up to. I mean, you’re alright, but I need another boy so I don’t have to talk to you about personal things.” “You’re nasty.” “Number 3, you won’t bother me as much because you can talk to your boyfriend.” I scoff and walk away as he continues to list reasons. “Hey! Wait up!” He scrambles to catch up, not like I went far, though. “It’s not as easy as you think to just get a boyfriend,” I sigh, my mind going back to one of my wishes for this school year. Suddenly, that jerk from earlier pops up and I scowl. Idiot. Why would I think of him, anyways? “Don’t worry sister, your little brother will teach you the ways.” “Shut up.”

Once we’re home, he gets straight to practice. I change into casual clothes and go out to watch him, eating one of my snacks. “Did you not sign up yet?” I ask, noting how happy he looks to play volleyball. He catches it briefly. “You said it yourself, I’m not any good.” He goes back to dribbling the ball, but there’s a bit of tension now. I catch the ball when it flies over towards my head and walk over to him. I try to pass the ball the way he did earlier, but it went backwards somehow. He laughs and runs to get the ball. “No, no, no, like this.” He demonstrates the pose and I copy it to the best of my abilities. We pass back and forth, laughing the whole time. It’s rare we interact, but this is nice. At least, until our parents get home.

Tsukishima’s POV

I sigh as I click the front door shut. Today was so much, and just for the first day? I take off my shoes and leave them at the entrance before stalking to my room. There, I change into house clothes. Ever since that idiot girl spoke earlier, I’ve been off. Who the hell does she think she is? I don’t let it linger, though. I slip on my headphones and grab a book from my shelf. I settle onto bed with music blasting in my ears. This is what I love. Mom doesn’t get home until later, so I can be alone for the first time in forever.

Bzzt! I glance up from my book as my phone vibrates. Pausing my music, I look over to see who it was. ‘Akiteru’, is all that appears on screen. I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’ll reply later, maybe. I try to go on with my book, but I can’t. At that point, I lay down on my bed, just listening to music. I’ll probably text Yamaguchi later, but who knows? I can feel my eyes getting heavy, but it’s not even that late. I let my eyes shut, and soon enough I’m sleeping.

When I wake up, it’s to the sound of my mom knocking on my door. “Kei? Dinner’s ready!” “I’m coming,” I mumble out, pushing myself up from bed. I adjust my glasses and walk out of my room. Dinner is already set out, but I’m not too hungry. I eat a little as my mom asks me about my day. I give generic answers, since nothing really happened. She narrows her eyes before asking another question. “Did you meet anyone new? Maybe a girl?” I stir the rice on my plate before answering. “There’s an annoying popular girl in my class.” I don’t elaborate much more on that. “Was she pretty?” “Mom.” “I’m teasing!” She smiles and I can’t help but smile slightly too. Ugh, her and Akiteru are contagious.

After dinner, I clean my plate off and place it on the drying rack. I turn to head to my room, but my mom stops me. “Kei, did your brother reach out to you?” I turn to face her. “..Yes, he did.” “You need to at least respond back. I know him moving is different for you, and it’s definitely different for him. Besides, he just wants to talk to you.” I sigh before nodding. “Okay, mom. I’ll text back.” She hums happily, so I take that as my sign to go to my room. I close the door behind me and walk over to my phone.

Akiteru

Hey! How was the first day of school?

Fine.

Afterwards, I toss my phone aside and go over to my desk. I pick up a book to study. I was the topper back at my old school, so I guess I can keep up that record. As I highlight and write, I can feel time drifting away. It’s almost therapeutic, at least by myself. Maybe I’ll go to the library next time. I yawn and glance at the time before putting everything away. I need to sleep, so I brush my teeth and get into my bed after. Before long, I’m drifting off…

(Y/n)’s POV

After dinner, I decide to head back to my room. My parents are talking to Kenji, so it’s nothing new I’ll be hearing. Besides, we already had fun together before our parents came home. I pick up my phone and send a text to the group chat.

The Divas

Can you guys call????

Pookie Aika

Yes

Idiot 1

Yeah I’m out of volleyball practice

Idiot 2

Ya

I call everyone for a joined FaceTime call. Aika and Miruka answer, but Miori just peeps in from Miruka’s phone. “How was volleyball practice?” I ask lightly. A loud wail from off camera comes from Miori as Miruka tries to scoot away. Miori snatches the phone from her to talk. “It was horrible! There were like, no 1st years, so I felt like a baby around all the mature, pretty 3rd years! AND ALSO! UKAI ISN’T THE COACH!” More wails can be heard from her as Miruka grabs her phone back. We talk for hours until my bedtime alarm goes off. “Oh, good night (Y/n)!” Aika says with a soft smile. “Good night.” “Good night!!!” “Good night everyone!” I leave the call and charge my phone. I go to the bathroom to do my nightly routine. Once I’m done, I journal, just talking about my day. That dummy is what I mainly write about. Ugh, I hope he trips on his long ass legs or something. I pull on my sleep mask as the night pulls me into a gentle slumber.

Hello! This chapter was lowkey filler…but I really wanted an excuse to finally do the smau part and expand more on Kenji. Updates from now on will be more frequent throughout the week until school starts up again. Thank you for reading!

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Are you gay or bi or lesbian

Bi, but you know that already

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Seat mates, Cell mates, or Soulmates?

Chapter 2

Tags: Tsukishima x fem reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, instigator x instigator, lowkey tsundere x tsundere, partly smau but mainly written, slow burn

Warnings: some swearing, stereotypes about reader (just popular girl stereotypes), and I don’t proof read ANYTHING. please tell me if I missed something

Currently ongoing

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What happens when two seemingly polar opposites are put right beside each other in class? Reader is a talkative girl with a smart mouth. Despite her quick words, she loves romance. Tsukishima is….himself. When they’re assigned seats next to each other, will they get along?

Tsukishima’s POV:

“Beep-!” I don’t waste much time turning off my alarm clock. Afterwards, I reach for my glasses and sit up, adjusting them on my face. I lazily switch on the lamp by my bedside next. My eyes squint at the change of lighting in the room. A yawn escapes my mouth as I stand up from my bed to go to the bathroom. It’s the first day of high school, but it doesn’t feel different, anyways.

The house is a lot quieter since Akiteru left for university. If he were still here, he’d probably be in the bathroom right now, too. Humming something while he brushes his teeth, too happy to be going to school. Then again, I guess that’s just how he normally is. I spit in the sink and look up at my reflection. He’d probably say something about how tall I am now, too. Not like it matters, though. He’s in college, and I’m here. I wash my face and leave the bathroom when I’m done.

When I walk into the kitchen, mom is making breakfast. Nothing too big, but something light enough. She turns around and smiles when she sees me. “Good morning Kei! How’d you sleep?” I nod in response to her greeting before speaking, “Regularly. Nothing new.” “Are you excited for your first day of high school?” “Well, it’s not like much will change. I’ll talk to Yamaguchi, and maybe sign up for the volleyball club.” I sit down at the table, still in pajamas. I’ll change after breakfast.

My mom talks about everything, and I nod along to her. Sometimes I’ll give a small smile at something that interests me. “Is Yamaguchi coming to our house to meet up, or are you two meeting somewhere else?” I walk over to the sink with my empty plate before responding, “We’re meeting some place else, that way he doesn’t have to walk so much.” I wash the dish and place it on the drying rack to make it easier for my mom. “I can drop you off so you don’t have to walk that far. We’d have to leave now, though, so I can make it to work on time.” My mom is slipping on her shoes, already dressed for work. It reminds me that I still need to get dressed. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not dressed yet. You’d be late to work if you tried to drop me off.” She hums slightly before checking the time. “Well, I hope you have a great day at school, Kei. I do have to get going though. Bye, be safe, and I love you!” I mumble an ‘I love you too’ as she rushes out the door. She has a work meeting for today, so she needs to be there earlier.

I stumble into my room to finally get dressed. Afterwards, I get a text from Yamaguchi, asking if I’m on the way. I pick up my phone and text back quickly, ‘yeah, I’m on the way’. I pick up my bag and headphones then actually leave the house. I slip my headphones on to listen to my music as I walk. It’s nice, being surrounded by sounds I enjoy. It doesn’t require much effort to listen to music. I continue like that for a while before seeing Yamaguchi. I don’t take them off until we’re closer, just to listen to the rest of the song currently playing. “Tsukki!” I see Yamaguchi wave excitedly. I take my headphones out and let them rest on my neck. “Hey,” we fall into step soon after. He talks about his summer break and asks about mine, as if we didn’t spend the majority of it together. “We helped my brother pack and prepare for college,” I say, not wanting to make a big deal of it. He talks some more after that, thankfully not asking more about it.

Not too long after, we make it to Karasuno. “Can you believe we’ll be here for the next 3 years?” He asks, looking at me excitedly. I glance over at him and shrug a little. “I mean, it’s just a public school. It’s not like anything super crazy will happen.” He laughs and doesn’t really listen. Instead, he waits for me before walking again. Once we make it inside, we look at our class assignments. “We’re both in class 1-4,” I say as I begin to walk to said room.

Once we enter, I’m immediately assaulted with the sound of loud voices. In the middle of it seems to be a girl. She’s talking with her hands in a big manner. She glances over at me and thinks I don’t see. My seat is beside hers, so I walk that way, and she turns her gaze back to her friends. I sit down in my seat and wave Yamaguchi over. He had gone over to his seat originally, but the teacher isn’t here yet, so we have time. My seat mate is still talking so much and so loud. Does she seriously know all these people? Sure she’s pretty, but she’s so annoying. The teacher comes in, so everyone has to go to their assigned seats.

Lunch time

It’s finally lunch time, and I’m glad to talk to Yamaguchi again. Although, I’d never say it to his face. I glance up to see about 4 more people come in as others leave. They head straight to the girl beside me. Genuinely, how can she talk to and know so many people? Whatever, she’s probably just another popular girl. I talk to Yamaguchi during lunch while eating. Suddenly, this girl laughs so loud she ends up knocking her water bottle over. It rolls by my feet, and I try so hard to control my facial expressions. Yamaguchi picks it up easily and she smiles, thanking him multiple times. I can’t help but side eye her. Of course, Yamaguchi notices.

“How come you didn’t help her?” He asks slyly. As if he doesn’t know. “You were already down there. Besides, I don’t know her.” It’s not a lie. He was helping and I don’t know her. I didn’t add that I wouldn’t want to help her, but does that really matter? He laughs slightly and continues the conversation as normal. All things come to an end when lunch ends, though. All of her friends leave the classroom or go back to their original seat. Everything is fine until the teacher starts talking.

“Good afternoon class! I’m sure you all are still a little hyper from lunch, so we’ll do a partner activity to start class. Turn to the person beside you to work on the warm-up question.” I let out a long sigh as she immediately turned over to me with a wide smile, introducing herself. I’ll probably have to answer the question myself. I glance over to say my name, “Tsukishima.” Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her happy facade fade. As I write down the answer, she keeps trying to talk to me. Is that all she can do? Clearly, I don’t need her help, and I’m not going to just let her copy my answer. Group assignment or not. “Do you have a problem with me?”

Who does this girl think she is? I turn to face her, and her eyebrows raise slightly. She seems surprised that I actually looked over. I scoff a little before answering, “I don’t have a problem with you.” That’s a lie. She doesn’t look pleased with that answer, but I don’t look at her long enough to care. Instead, I redirect my attention to my paper, rereading what I wrote down. “So you were just born with that stuck up your ass?”

I freeze for a moment, and I can see her do the same out of the corner of my eye. What’s with her, genuinely? I turn with a tight, close lipped smile. “I’d say you can’t talk, but you talk so much you might die without talking.” I think that’ll end whatever that was. But then, “Oh, well you must love the sound of your own voice cause all you’re saying is bull-” “Alright class, are we ready to share our answers?” Her scowl is so pronounced, and she scrunches up her fist so hard I think her hand might stay like that. The girl in front of her must be closer friends with her than some of the others she was surrounded with earlier. She checks up on….(y/l/n) (?) like it’s second nature. I can feel Yamaguchi looking at me, but I’ll talk to him later, anyways.

After school

We’re finally out of school. I see Yamaguchi approach me with 2 flyers in his hand. “Hey! I got you a volleyball flyer.” He hands it to me and I tuck it in my bag pocket. We both start to walk back home. He talks about the things that happened today, and I just nod. That annoying girl is on my mind. Who says that to a person they just met? The audacity of this wannabe- “Tsukki!” I turn over to see an exasperated Yamaguchi. “Have you been listening?” “..yeah, I have.” “Then how do you feel about her?” “…our teacher?” He shakes his head with a slight smirk on his face. “No, your seat mate.” My face scrunches up in annoyance. “Oh, her. Well, she’s just an overgrown canary. Nothing special about her, anyways.” I don’t bother hiding the scowl growing on my face. “Well, maybe she is talkative, but she seems sweet.” I snap my head to Yamaguchi. “Sweet? She’s just like any other popular girl. She’s nice to your face and a total asshole the next moment.” Yamaguchi clearly doesn’t agree with me, but I don’t care right now. What the hell is her problem?

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