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Title: As Long As I’m Here

Ship: Daishou Suguru/Terushima Yuuji

Rating: T

Summary:

His last attempt at dating had left him broken, swearing to himself that he wouldn’t date again. It was better to be alone than constantly beaten down for something you can’t control.

“Hi there, what can I get for ya?”

If only he could keep convincing himself of that.

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[volleyowlets]

Akaashi/Atsumu 👀

Song: She’s a Killer - Reece Mastin

This got a bit long so I put a read more, but you can also read on AO3 here! 

Atsumu remembered the first time he saw Akaashi Keiji, the awe he’d felt watching the other setter toss for the Fukurodani Volleyball Club. He was sure that it had been love at first sight.

He remembered the first rejection he’d received from Akaashi Keiji in their third year of high school. It’s not ideal to date someone from another prefecture. Atsumu wished he’d known the real reason Akaashi had rejected him, perhaps he could have avoided this entire situation then.

He remembered the second and third times Akaashi had rejected him, in their first year of University and still living in different prefectures. You need to stop asking me on dates, I cannot say yes. Atsumu was glad he now knew why he really should have stopped asking, though he doubted it would have made a difference.

The last time he asked Akaashi out had been different.

“Keiji, I really like you, and I know you keep saying no, but I’m going to keep asking until I don’t like you anymore. Will you go on a date with me?”

Akaashi’s gaze paused, looking both pained and as though he might say yes. Atsumu held his breath in anticipation for what might be.

“Atsumu, I like you too, but it is too dangerous. I cannot risk your wellbeing, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened,” he said, “You mean too much to me.”

“What could possibly be too dangerous, Keiji? I can look after myself, just as much as you can look after yourself,” Atsumu said, beyond confused about how the male beauty before him could possibly have the power to get him hurt or killed.

He watched the conflicted expression pass over Akaashi’s face, closely followed by one of pain. Atsumu felt his heart skip a beat, perhaps Akaashi had real reason to worry.

“One date. We will get coffee and then we never speak of this again, do you understand?”

Atsumu nodded.

The date had been a short six hours ago, of that Atsumu was at least seventy per cent sure. Those six hours felt like a lifetime ago though.

The darkened room he sat in on what he thought was a wooden chair had meant that he didn’t have much to do other than wait. The ropes that held him to the chair dug into his wrists and ankles painfully if he tried to move, and he was sure that he’d have scars from where the ropes had rubbed. The rope around his stomach wasn’t as tight, but was preventing him from stretching his back, something his muscles had been screaming at him for for the majority of the time he’d been locked in.

When he’d first woken up in the chair there had been a kind young man talking to him, despite knowing Atsumu was gagged and had no way of responding. That man had either been relieved of his shift, or murdered. Atsumu hated that he’d probably never know which it had been: home time or death.

A loud crash alerted him to the intercom being turned on. He wasn’t sure if fear was the more appropriate reaction, or if his curiosity was just getting the better of him, but he was impatient for anyone to say something.

He heard a series of crashes before a voice spoke to him, a squelching sound echoing loudly through the room. The reality of the situation finally hit him.

“Guess your boyfriend doesn’t like you enough to come for you himself. He just sent one of his goons. Too bad they didn’t have the foresight to keep themselves alive. How do you feel about talking to the head on a pike? We could also feed you the organs of this goon if you’d like.”

The voice was soothing, and did not match the words coming from the speaker, but he knew that they were dangerous. There was no way that the person who he assumed was meant to save him had survived.

Another hour passed before an explosion shook the room he was in. Alarms blared throughout the room.

“An intruder has been detected. All staff kill on sight,” a metallic voice said calmly.

“Hmm, perhaps your knight in shining armour did come to save you. It’s unfortunate that neither of you will be leaving here alive,” the soothing voice said over the intercom.

There was another explosion, it felt closer this time. Much closer. A loud crash sounded over the intercom speaker, followed by a loud grunt.

“Well, isn’t this unsurprising. I expected better,” the voice said.

Atsumu hoped that the voice was implying what he thought it was. That maybe Akaashi had finally arrived to save him.

A sickening squelch sounded throughout the room, like that of organs being removed from a body. And then the door swung open, revealing his saviour. Akaashi stood there, blood covering him head to toe and what Atsumu could only assume was a human heart in his hand.

He thought he might faint.

He held his breath as Akaashi untied the ropes that bound him to the chair, pulling the gag away from Atsumu’s face once he was free from the ropes. Atsumu could barely process the lips that met his, only briefly before loud voices interrupted.

He watched as Akaashi pulled two knives from his belt, leaving the room. The only reason Atsumu knew what was going on was the sound of bodies hitting the floor with loud thumps.

It was five minutes before Atsumu ventured out of the room to follow Akaashi through the corridors of his prison. Every time the came across another one of Atsumu’s captors, Akaashi took care of them. Human hearts littered the ground, all of them laying beside the body it belonged to.

By the time they made it out, Atsumu had realised that Akaashi did this regularly. He had a signature to let these people know he’d been there. The hearts were like a warning, a threat even.

This time, the threat was obvious.

Take him again and you’ll be next.

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idk if u consider this a rarepair, but kenhina?

Kenma knew he was smiling from the look that Kuroo was giving him on the train. He couldn’t help it, they were visiting Shouyou. 

“I know you’re excited Kenma, but really, it wouldn’t kill you to show this much excitement when I visit. I know I’m not this shortie but it’s insulting. I’ve been your friend for years and all I get is ‘shut up Kuro’ or ‘I’m not helping you practice Kuro’. Just once, that’s all I ask.”

Kenma didn’t let up fighting the boss level as Kuroo spoke. He was used to this. Kuroo would complain, but he knew he didn’t really mind. He wouldn’t come back if he did.

“You’re not Shouyou,” he said, letting himself smile.

Kuroo didn’t say another word until they got to the station where Shouyou had said he’d pick them up.

“Hey Kenma, I think that Hinata was waiting for you.”

He looked up, spotting the ray of sunshine jumping up and down outside the gates. Kenma didn’t speed up to get out faster. He did not.

“KENMA!”

Kenma got little warning as he caught Hinata’s weight, the breath knocked out of him in doing so. For someone as small as Hinata, he sure was heavy.

“Hey Shouyou,” he said.

“Okay okay, break it up lovebirds. I’m here as moral support, not to be the third wheel. Get a move on so I can at least pretend to be busy while you’re off doing coupley things,” Kuroo said, giving them both a light shove.

“Just because you’re in a relationship with chemistry, Kuroo.”

Kuroo’s spluttering made it worth it when he broke away from Hinata to walk in the direction of the bus.

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hello, for the writing meme: fluff 8 + 11? (kuroyaku? if you can but honestly i love every and any thing you write) happy valentine's day!

8. “Okay, where are all my jumpers?”11. “You owe me a kiss.”

“Okay, where are all my jumpers?” 

It was the beginning of winter, and damn if Kuroo wasn’t cold at seven in the morning. Where on earth had they all gone? He was sure he’d put one away just last night. 

“Yakkun, have you seen any of my jumpers?” He called, poking his head into the small hallway that connected their bedroom to the kitchen and bathroom. 

It was with an amused smile that he saw his partner making breakfast, wearing a very familiar cream-coloured jumper. 

“What are you yelling about so early?” 

Yaku had the smile of an angel on his face, it never failed to lure people into a false sense of security. He often wondered why people didn’t see through him more often. Yaku wasn’t particularly subtle when he convinced everyone to do the things they didn’t want to do. 

Kuroo moved to stand behind Yaku as he finished making their breakfast omelettes. 

“You know, it’s really unfair that you get to take all of my jumpers and leave me freezing to death. What would you do if I go hypothermia and died?” 

Yaku fixed him with a stare and a raised eyebrow. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“You know what I think? I think you owe me a kiss for stealing all my jumpers, Yakkun,” he said with a grin.

Yaku rolled his eyes as he placed the hot pan back on the stove to cool. Soon enough, he was facing Kuroo again, too big sleeves threatening to fall back down over his hands. 

“I think you’re fishing,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Yakkun, will you give me a kiss? It’s only fair you are wearing my last jumper after all.” 

Boom, there it was. He watched as red spread across Yaku’s cheeks in embarrassment. For someone with such vulgar language at times, he sure got embarrassed by the smallest hint of romance. 

“Yakkun~ Can I have that kiss now?” 

He was going to win this fight. Yaku would give in soon. If he stared for just three, two, one, and there. There it was, Yaku’s arms came to rest at his side as he took a step closer. 

Kuroo dipped his head down as Yaku leaned up on his tiptoes. Their lips met for only a second before Yaku was hurrying away, a plate in hand. 

Kuroo let a smile, a real smile, fall onto his face as he watched him. 

Maybe he’d let Yaku take his jumpers more often if he could get his shorter boyfriend flustered again. 

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Title: Coping Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Relationship: Aone Takanobu & Futakuchi Kenji Summary: Futakuchi wasn’t one for sadness, just ask any of his classmates. He was either celebrating or acting like a bitter old man, that’s how it had been for years. Lately, that hasn't been the case.

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Oikuro pls?

insp. Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift

Tooru knew he could be difficult, but he hadn’t seen Tetsurou quite that annoyed before though. Surely he wouldn’t want to stay with him. Tetsurou deserved much better after all. 

That’s why he didn’t know what to say as his bedhead ridden boyfriend stood in their small kitchen making tea. He didn’t look mad, but in his experience, that didn’t mean much. 

“Tooru?” 

He jumped at his own name. This was it. This was when Kuroo would admit to being over him, that he didn’t want to be together anymore. 

“Yes, Tetsu-chan?” 

He couldn’t bring his eyes up to look at his face. He wouldn’t let his heartbreak be seen. It wasn’t worth the pain. 

“Can you get the teacups? And do you want toast too?” 

Wait, what? 

“Aren’t you going to break up with me?” Tooru asked. 

Tetsurou looked confused. His head was tilted to look at Tooru as he waited for his own toast to pop from the toaster. 

“What on earth? Where’d that come from?” 

“After last night, I just assumed you wouldn’t want to be with me. No one else did. Why would you want to stay?” 

Tooru knew how silly it sounded as he spoke. He wasn’t going to let himself hope after everything his past lovers had said. 

“What? Tooru, I will never leave you. Sure, last night I was annoyed, but that was a lack of sleep more than anything. We’re always going to disagree on some things, and if you think that’s going to keep me from loving you then you are sorely mistaken.” 

He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t make his brain work enough to formulate words. Tetsurou had said he loved him. Tetsurou wasn’t going to leave him. 

Even as he was wrapped in a strong hug, he didn’t quite believe him. Everyone left him at some stage. Iwa-chan didn’t though, the voice in his head said. Yeah, Iwaizumi had stayed, and if he’d stayed, maybe Kuroo would too. 

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Title: Above the Stars Rating: T Chapters: 1/? Relationship: Futakuchi Kenji/Kuroo Tetsurou Summary: Futakuchi is done living at home, so he does what any sane person would do. He moves to Tokyo. He doesn't expect his neighbour to be quite that good looking, or that he'd be such a goddamn nerd, but really, it could be worse.

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Title: Imperfect Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Relationship: Shirabu Kenjirou/Yahaba Shigeru Summary: "If you're going to break up with me just get it over with already." "What?" Or: the fic I wrote because I wanted Shirabu to cry

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