riko.

KARASUNO :

my cinderella [one-shot] || kageyama tobio - angst, fluff.

-       you’ve lived your life in the cold dark shadows inside of the walls of your mansion, never believing in things such as soulmates nor love, even dismissing the simple thought of it. then, you met a pair of lovely navy blue eyes that oddly resembled blueberries, but despite that, they held so much warmth in it. a warm feeling that you didn’t want to ever let go.

soulmates [one-shot] || kageyama tobio - fluff, soulmate au.

-       an au wherein the world is dull and almost colorless to everyone until they talk to their soulmates. 

heartstrings [one-shot] || tsukishima kei - fluff

-       inspired by the anime “given” 

“you wanna fight?” [one-shot] || tsukishima kei - fluff.

-       tsukishima fighting for his chubby s/o when somebody disrespects her during a match. 

you’d come over, right? [social media au] || tsukishima kei

-       you, a party person. someone who loves to go out and socialize, the complete opposite of tsukishima kei. while you find comfort in going out and having fun with your friends, kei would rather stay at home. but kei was entranced at how you were genuine and sincere with every action you did, while you were infuriated at how sarcastic and arrogant kei acted towards you. you know what they say, opposites attract, right?

HEADCANONS :

Sawamura Daichi reacting to their teammates accidentally calling their s/o “mom” during practice. - fluff.

Tsukishima Kei making up with his s/o after a bad argument. - fluff

Nishinoya Yuu dealing with jealousy - crack, fluff.

Nishinoya Yuu & Tsukishima Kei takes you out on a date. - fluff

NEKOMA :

next to you [one-shot] || kuroo tetsuro - smut, fluff.

-       alone in the bar, dressed in red. god, you looked so irresistible. you thought you could play the game with kuroo. the risk you took was calculated, but man, were you bad at math.

HEADCANONS :

Kuroo Tetsuro reacting to their teammates calling their s/o “mom” during practice - fluff, crack.

Kozume Kenma dealing with jealousy - fluff

SHIRATORIZAWA :

without you [series] || ushijima wakatoshi - angst, fluff.

[ part i. / part ii. / part iii. / part iv. ] [ alternative universe ] 

-       supporting and loving him unconditionally was something that you did to him as if it was second nature. he was like the sun, unreachable, warm, too warm almost blazing hot. and you, icarus, flew too close to the sun, and it all ended up in flames. 

18 [one-shot] || ushijima wakatoshi - angst.

-       “i have loved you since we were 18.”

HEADCANONS : 

Ushijima Wakatoshi reacting to their teammates calling their s/o “mom” during practice - fluff, crack.

Tendou Satori overthinking that his s/o fell out of love - slight angst, fluff.

AOBA JOHSAI :

Edith || iwaizumi hajime - angst.

-       a cool sumer night, the AC on full blast, you in his hoodie with his arms around you for warmth and you remember how much you cherished nights like these.

HEADCANONS : 

Oikawa Tooru dealing with jealousy - fluff.

Oikawa Tooru reacting to their teammates accidentally calling their s/o “mom” during practice. - fluff

FUKURODANI :

HEADCANONS :

Bokuto Koutaro dealing with jealousy - fluff

Akaashi Keiji reacting to their teammates accidentally calling their s/o “mom” during practice - fluff, crack.

Akaashi Keiji takes you out on a date. - fluff

home [one-shot] || miya atsumu - fluff

-       there were many words to describe miya atsumu, but to you, he was your home.

HEADCANONS :

Miya Osamu reacting to a singer s/o - fluff

DATE TECH :

JOHZENJI :

           Warm tanned arms around your waist as you curled up on one of his legs, your head against his chest, hearing every beat of his heart. The faint sound of breathing and the beating of his heart was like a melody to you, it was somehow a reminder of reality as those little sounds kept you grounded.

           “What are you reading?” Iwaizumi Hajime, your boyfriend for 2 years and a half now, asked. You hummed in response and craned your neck up to look at him as he peered down at you with curious eyes. The faint light of the TV was reflecting in those brown eyes of his, it was always the eyes.

           “Some Webtoon comic called ‘Edith’, It’s still fairly new, on its fifteenth chapter now and I’m on it’s fourth.” You explained, raising your phone slightly to give him a look of the current panel that you were reading, he leaned down putting his chin on your shoulder and looked at Phillip, he scoffed.

           “He looks like a playboy.” You gave out a joyous giggle, finding his comment funny and lightly hit him.

           “What? It’s true, see?” he said and the arm that was wrapped around your waist slipped up and scrolled the page down further revealing the scene wherein Phillip gave his own number to Edith, the Heroine of the story.

           You laughed once more and leaned into his chest more, you turned your head and buried your face in his chest, breathing in the scent of Eucalyptus with a hint of the deodorant that he always uses. “You just hate him because he acts and looks like Oikawa.” You said craning your head up at him with a grin.

           “Damn right.” He grumbled and wrapped his arms around your stomach pulling you closer to him and on his lap, “Let’s keep reading.”

           You grinned even wider and adjusted your position, you in his hoodie, the air conditioner of the living room on, the TV in the background and his arms around you; you didn’t want to be anywhere in the moment. You spent the rest of the night reading the following chapters of Edith, him making comments to make fun of either Edith or Philip and even both people and also saying shit like “Fuck this Phillip guy.”, “Edith deserves Jack.” And saying, “Oh shit, fuck Jack too.” Later.  With you laughing along with him.

           It was one of those cool summer nights where you both would be in each other’s arms until morning where you had to go back home.

           This little thing that you both did was somewhat a weekly thing that you both did, you never thought that someone like Iwaizumi would become invested in a Webtoon that you found. It was at least once a week he would ask if there was a new update on the comic, if there was he would sit down next to you and the two of you would read it together, he never installed it on his phone so that we could share it with you and of course, you’d be happy to oblige. In your past time while waiting for a new update, the both of you would find other webtoons to read.

           Somehow, reading comics became your favorite hobby that you both did. With his blunt and insulting comments on each character became a new melody that you looked forward to after an exhausting day at Uni, his deep and gruff voice would be your new religion. Something that you’d always cherished and loved, aside from his dark and warm brown eyes.

           You didn’t know better. If you knew, you would’ve stopped looking forward to the next chapters.

                     “Edith S2 Episode 57 has been released!”

           Your eyes widened and stared at the notification, a grin on your face you whipped your head towards the bedroom of the apartment and opened your mouth.

           “Hajime! The new season just got released!”

           Your voice echoed throughout the apartment and after a few moments, you closed your lips and pressed them into a thin line, the grin on your face faltered as you clenched your phone tighter. The sound of the air condition rattled in the background making you realize.

           Ah, he left.

           Your heart clenched at the thought of him packing up his things and leaving the apartment months ago, you didn’t know what to do. You were lost. It was as if the light of the apartment left along with me and to this day you still didn’t know.

           It was wrong to get emotionally attached on such a small thing like a webtoon. And yet, you placed such a large amount of sentimental value on the comics under the screens of your phone. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, letting it rest on the armrest of the couch, the soft cotton of the couch was the only thing that was giving you the warmth and comfort that you needed. The silence was deafening; the only sounds that you could hear was the ticking of the clock and the sound of the air conditioner.

           Sometimes, if you focused hard enough, you could still smell the small hints of eucalyptus.

           Even if he left, you would still manage to find small traces of him everywhere.

           Even if he left.

           You still wouldn’t have the heart to read Edith without him.