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tsukishima kei x reader NOTE | THIS FANFICTION IS HEAVILY BASED ON THE MOVIE, 500 DAYS OF SUMMER. Also, if the words are ITALICIZED, that means the characters are singing/reading/thinking. Thank you! -- THIS IS A STORY OF BOY MEETS GIRL YOU SHOULD KNOW UPFRONT- THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY. 290 Akiteru went riding on his bike late at night, panting heavily as his feet pushed against the pedals as if his life depended on it.   He didn’t even bother the cold, evening breeze and just hopped on his bike only wearing a thin shirt and jogging pants and his house slippers. Finally, he arrived at his destination and practically jumped of his b

He missed you. He missed you so so much. With every smile came the thumping beating of his innocent heart. With every laugh came the inevitable feeling of love that rushed through his veins. It was an indescribable feeling - a feeling he could not even bear to understand, but it walked with him like a patch on his shoulder. “Tetsu! Let’s go already!” You cried out with that signature smile that made his mind go blank. Nothing really could make the captain of Nekoma completely blank out other than the sweet sweet voice of you. If only he could hear your voice once more. Just once more. “Tetsu? Hey, take off your headpho

{ tsukishima kei x reader | drabble } --- Tsukishima Kei entered the chatroom. (19:26) [Name] entered the chatroom. (19:29) Tsukishima Kei: We just finished practice. [Name]: oh, rly? how was it? Tsukishima Kei: The first years were so irritating, as usual. [Name]: im offended, kei! im a first year as well, u kno! Tsukishima Kei: Congrats, you're the one good first year out of the two hundred. [Name]: u were a first year once, too! Tsukishima Kei: But I'm a third year now. Tsukishima Kei: Soon to be university student. [Name]: yeah... [Name]: speakin of, did u get any acceptance letters to universisity yet?? [Name]: University**

trigger warning(s): lots of angst. thats it. just a shit ton of a ngst im so sor actual trigger warning(s): reader has mental illness/mention of mental illness, dysfunctional relationships, a n g st,,, recommended song to play with this story: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfFi4Q7ueA8 “I was the one you always dreamed of, you were the one I tried to draw. . .” From the moment you shared your stolen first glance, to your first kiss, to your first lover, to your first empty promise; a sweet whisper of wedding vows— Kuroo Tetsurou was yours. Your relationship had started off completely by accident. You were immersed deep

He loved you. Oikawa loved you more than anything. Swarms of fangirls surrounded him everyday before school, piling chocolates pastries and love letters upon him. He’d open his locker to be greeted by an avalanche of confessions. Then he’d go to class and find more chocolates in his desk. And then finally he’d see you, entering the classroom before taking the seat right in front of him. Unlike any other girl, you paid him no attention at all. It irritated him to see you so calm and composed. But he loved your serenity, he loved how peaceful you were. He felt girls staring at him, whispering to their friends about him.

The soft chatter of your classmates, and the occasional scraping noise of chairs and desks signaled the end of class, as well as the end of the day. The violent gray clouds that had taken over the sky were a grim reminder of the walk home you would soon face. Quickly tugging your bag on to your shoulder, you made a beeline for the stairs; you could save socializing for another day. Your swift footsteps were soon matched, the figure beside you following with ease. Shooting the figure a sideways glance, your eyes widened as your movements came to a halt. "Dai- Sawamura. Uh, hi!" On second thought, socializing might not be half bad. His pres

Listen I've had enough of this. This thought had been crossing my mind for the last week. Things weren't going so well anymore, with Oikawa getting increasingly cold and uncaring. The soft rain trickled down the window as I watched the stormy skies hurl thunder in the distance. A flash lit up the night and I felt a tinge of excitement, expecting the thunder to roar through the air. Instead, I heard the lock click and the doorhinges creak behind me. "How was it, dear?", I asked, not bothering to turn and meet his gaze. I already knew the answer from the drag in his footsteps and the lack of his usual playfulness when he got home the other n

Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start. He liked it. No. He loved that about you. True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not