pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader.

summary: you found fool’s paradise in tokyo’s starry nights.

warnings: unrequited love, angst, insomnia, mentions of medication, warm beer.

word count: 1,145.

a/n: stylistically, this is quite self-indulgent. would love to know your thoughts!

Stars shone brightest between twelve and two. After that, they’d slowly turn off one by one, two by two, then ten by ten, like millions of supernovas reaching the last grain of their hourglass’s sand. 

But stars did not go off with heart-thumping bursts. No, the stars of Tokyo turned off in slow and long exhales, as if weaved together, they’d collectively coddle and lull wanderers back and into bed in a symphony of saccharine lullabies. And when the clock struck a quarter to three, you, a stubborn inhabitant of this sprawling metropolis, would still be embraced by the infinitesimal glow of the city night. For regardless of its inhabitants or their quirks, Tokyo was gracious and sagacious to all who claimed it home, always providing just enough to coax its timid stragglers and wayward children home.

You followed Tokyo’s will-o’-wisps to your living room’s edge. They have served as your beacon from the first night you stepped foot in this city. They welcomed all of you: you, flitting through social hours at Ginza’s glitziest bars; you, mulling over your circumstances in a backstreet izakaya; and you, looking out at the expanse before you, cheap, warm beer as clinical company. The stars stood by you as you were kept awake by everything and nothing, mind scrambling for a piece of calm in this churning, turbulent sea while simultaneously shrinking at the prospects of static, open waters.

rating: t

type: fluff + atsumu enters the olympics + thoughts for the future

word count: 1k

summary: He found something to burn so he ran for miles, just to get a little taste. —Atsumu/Reader

requested: by anon

Atsumu had been planning for this day for the longest while.

Obviously, he knew that it was going to come, he just never knew when. He called Osamu as soon as he got the news. Osamu had congratulated him with an insult or two – about time ya, scrub – and said to come to the shop when he gets time. That was yesterday night, after a bottle of sake, he munched on the new riceballs his brother came up with and dropped asleep on his twin’s couch.

Then, he decided to catch the nearest train to get to her apartment.

He had gone over the best way to break the news at least a hundred times in the last forty-eight hours.

log: eight/? (m.list).

companion: kita | aran | atsumu | osamu | suna x gn!reader.

guide: thank you for choosing flight hq 0819. this will be a journey through the haikyuu characters and their assigned cities as imagined by me, your unlicensed pilot/tour guide.

warnings: food and alcohol consumption. timeskip occupation spoilers.

miles: 1,606.

a/n: remy, for you, inarizaki. yuki, for you, kita. meg, for you, atsumu. and jac, for you, osamu bc i’m a dumbdumb and missed the chance to dedicated seijoh to you when it was posted (it’s now been corrected but still :( )♡♡♡

『Kita Shinsuke | Lake Biwa, Japan』

It is said that Murasaki Shikibu spent the rest of her days accompanying the dowager empress on the shores of Lake Biwa. Nothing grand, nothing extravagant, life away from court. Life as simple as you want it to be, as colourful as you want it to be. It’s the way things have been for a millenium. It’s the way things will be.

Aboard retro green trains with vintage cushiony seats, you and Kita make your way around Lake Biwa. Sitting by the sunlit windows, Kita points out the tiled roofs and low houses, the rice paddies and pristine water. This is Biwa but for Kita, this is not unlike Hyōgo.

Mid-morning, you two make your way through narrow lanes of rice paddies on your rented bikes. Kita bikes leisurely, an anti-UV umbrella in hand. He gave you his straw hat because despite his best efforts, you had forgotten yours. When he secured the hat on you — no, he will not chance you falling into the paddies while biking with one hand — he merely chuckles, flicking your forehead with a stern “bring it next time then.” 

By the time you make it to the floating torii gate of Shirahige Shrine, it is noon. Feet dipped in the shimmering waters, Kita hands you an onigiri and sake roll cake from a nearby farm. He gives his thanks for the meal, and you follow suit. 

At sunset, after exploring the lacquered black of Hikone Castle, Kita leads you to the canals of Ōmihachiman. As you two drift downstream, Kita secures his arms around you, your hat-free head tucked into his embrace. The waters of Lake Biwa floating underneath, the wisdoms of the ages trickle by. Kita smiles. Nothing grand, nothing extravagant, this is happiness. As it has always been.

Last June, in the wake up of yet another uprising in hate crimes committed by white supremacists, we released the following statement:

White supremacists, Nazis, and other purveyors of hate can fully fuck off. They are not welcome here.

These words are as true today as they were then. We stand with the Asian American community. If you see hate speech on Tumblr, please report it. That shit is not tolerated here. 

To help the survivors and families of yesterday’s hate crimes, please consider donating to a nonprofit like the Atlanta branch of Asian Americans Advancing Justice if you can. If you can’t, consider spreading the word. We’ll list more resources and reblogs over on @action as we find them.

pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader.

summary: when “his” and “yours” becomes an “ours”.

warning: fluff. language. slight timeskip spoiler. quarter life crisis.

word count: 2,130.

“Where do you think you’ll be in ten years?”

The lights are dimmed. The city’s chatter outside the sliver of open windows mingles with the soft remix humming from inside the apartment. It’s a tender kind of cacophony that only a sleepless metropolis can provide. 

This is music for a late night drive, one that your teenage self so desperately wished that you had the courage to pursue when time was free and youth, eternal. But instead, many years later, you are enjoying this kind of abandonment for the first time in the haven of your home, in the midst of a Sunday evening’s daydream. 

The bed rustles from under you. The barks of a nameless neighbour’s dog echo from a few buildings over, and you nudge your lover’s leg.

“Hajime, come on,” you pout, eyes passing over his languid form. “Indulge in me a little.”

daichi loves holding your hand. he especially loves it when it’s cold out so he can keep your hand warm in his coat pocket. he’ll grab your hand to hold if your hand brushes against his, even when he’s sleeping. sometimes he’ll hold onto your big toe if it’s within arm’s reach. he just wants to be connected to you. once interlocked your toes with his and now your friends keep tagging the both of y'all in feet memes

kuroo’s automatic answer to anything you ask is no. can you do the dishes? no. wanna go on a walk with me? nope. when are you coming to bed? never. it’s a force of habit. this man will verbally deny you any chance he gets, but never actually means it. he’ll happily fulfill any small request of yours. he just likes making your life a little more difficult without actually making it difficult

bokuto is fully capable of taking care of himself. but it feels so much better when you take care of him. he won’t eat vitamins on his own because he prefers it when you put them in his hand. you call him a baby but he just responds with “but i’m your baby” wishes you a happy mother’s day every year 💀

who knew being with iwaizumi also meant being his sparring partner? thinks it’s so funny to do wrestling moves on you. says it’s to keep you on your toes. if you look a little too comfortable when you’re laying down, he’ll run and jump onto the bed to give you the good ol’ people’s elbow. will even pin you and start a countdown like he’s a ref. going in for a hug isn’t safe anymore. will he actually give you a hug, or grab your arm and flip you over his shoulder? you’re glad to see his more playful side and it is pretty funny, but you’re sure he’s going hurt you by accident one day and he’ll feel so bad about it

oikawa remixes popular songs by making up his own lyrics on the spot. surprisingly good at it, even though the lyrics are nonsense, and it never fails to make you cry from laughing so hard. he found that replacing ‘roxanne’ (by arizona zervas) with your name is very catchy, and is legit proud that he thought of the line “never does the dishes but it’s alright” now sings it excessively around you like it’s your life’s theme song

ever since you got together, hanamaki would leave behind little things for you to pick up. gum wrappers, his empty coffee cup, some lint he found in his pocket. it was years until you noticed and you’re convinced he only does it so you can throw out his trash for him. when you finally call him out on it, he says he was giving you things to remember him by

Hospital Playlist (tvN, 2020)

The Twins