'All colours are the friends of their neighbours and the lovers of their opposites.' - Marc Chagall A/N: Header pictures are not mine and belong to their original owners. Completed: February 2019 © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved

'Y'know, I never normally paid much attention to the bands that came and went here, when I was around, it was a pretty normal sight here at the farm. But I had a feeling that having Queen staying with us was going to be an exception.' Completed: October 2016 A/N: Before you begin reading, I just want to make it clear that I wrote this story when I was 17, hence why it's kinda shit. That's all I have to say, I do hope you enjoy it! © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved

+ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. - ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ | "ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀʏ" [III] - © xumin8hao

he is perfect, he is the one i need. the one i desire... but he thinks that existing is too tiring. in which kuroo falls for his next door neighbour. tw!! mentions of self harm, suicide, eating disorders, mental illnesses. first book in the -cal series ©️hqheaven 2016

'See, what is this?' He asks, 'what are you doing here?' He motions to their intertwined fingers with his free hand, waving it in between them, 'what's going on?' Kageyama looks at him, pleading for him to understand. Why must you require words? Why do you need me to say it. Don't make me say it. Please. Please. 'Hinata, I-' Kageyama starts, still holding onto Hinatas limp limb, like it's the small amount of hope that he will understand, 'I- I- I don't want you to hate me,' (Not my art, i apologise for not being able to name who's it is)

~This is a fetus story!~ I DONT OWN HAIKYUU OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. (Soulmates AU) Everyone was born with a letter and numbers on their wrist. The letter represented their soulmate's first name. The number is your soulmate's age when you will meet them. When you meet them your age at the time is put underneath your soulmate's age. Hinata Shouyou was born with only a number. It was the number 9

Kageyama and Hinata are always told that they look like a couple. One day they are just done with the rumors and decide to become a fake couple and break up a few weeks later. But do they actually develop feelings for each other? (Trigger Warning! There are mentions of rape and rape almost happens in this story. If you will be triggered, please do not read!)

≪ ANGST ≫ ≪ TRIGGER WARNING ≫ Hinata Shōyo has always been a happy person. So why did his smile turn into a frown? Why did his bright eyes grow dim? Why did he seem to grow more tired? Why did he stop playing? "Why?" That was the only question going through Kageyama's head as he read the note over and over again, tears spilling from his eyes. He never showed any emotion but anger, so everyone was surprised. At least they should've been. But who could be surprised when they were busy with their own sorrows regarding Hinata.

COMPLETE Highest ranking - #1 kagehina "There's always been one word, one meaningful word that I never fully understood. I always hear people talk about it, everywhere I go, in movies, in books. But...i just can't understand why it's so important. I've liked some girls in the past, sure but...is that really what you would call love? I want to feel love, I want to love someone. But...maybe I'll never find that someone special to me. In fact. I don't even think I want to love. All I need is Volleyball." Hinata Shouyou is yet to discover the meaning of the word "love." Everyone else seems to know but him. After hearing of these so called dreams that "reveal your soulmate" a fire is lit within him and he's desperate to find his own soulmate. But at what cost?

In a world where anything left on your skin also appears on your soul mates. However it only activates when you see them in person. Trigger warning! This story is very very triggering! Mentions of child abuse/sexual assault, suicide, depression, self harm and anxiety. Little bit eating disorders but not really. I do not own Haikyuu or its characters. I own only the plot.