What if one day you received a letter from your future self? The letter revealed all of the regrets you are going to make in your third year of school...and how to stop them from happening. There is one goal through all of it, don't loose Bokuto Koutarou. [Inspired by the manga/anime "Orange".]

ONE-SHOTS AND DRABBLES FOR OUR FAVOURITE VOLLEYBALL DORKS!!11! Cover photo isn't mine and neither is Haikyuu. Enjoy Reading ^-^ Originally posted in my DA account, which you can find in my bio.

"To strike past all obstacles...That's the Ace!" -Asahi Azumane ✸Lemons, Limes, Angsts, Fluffs!! All types of oneshot genres! You name it! ✸These volleyball dorks won't just be spiking the volleyball! They'll be spiking to win your heart! ✸Requests are always welcome!

Kei Tsukishima x Female!Reader AU | Haikyuu!! [In which you fall for the tragedy you set out to save] Stemming from his history in an abusive household, the perpetually sullen and morbid Kei Tsukishima is known simply as the school's 'Tragedy'. He sleepwalks through life as though he's too scared to leave behind footprints, an imprint on the world he doesn't belong in. Until you fall into the picture. After painting a portrait of the boy you found crying on his doorstep one night, you soon get entangled in the strange enigma that is Kei Tsukishima. // COMPLETED + UNEDITED - 2017// -cover credits + @_jeongukk-

[This is the sequel to: http://www.wattpad.com/story/12314363-hide-and-don%27t-scream-yandere-alois-trancy-x] ~*~ It's been a year since you were captured by Alois. You have now come to terms with your living conditions - sort of, nothing is exactly great. Especially with the nightmares that have set in and the fact that you are due to marry Alois before the year is out. However, the horrible balance that has become your life will soon be thrown into turmoil and the question that has plagued your mind will be answered: Is there anyone looking for me? ~*~ You often found yourself wondering if anybody was out there looking for you. You wondered if your father was still alive, if your friends were bothering to look for you. You wondered if Esme, the friend who was abroad in America, had phoned to tell you father that you should be home. You told her that you’d phone or write when you got back to England, and you always stuck to promises like that. Maybe she could tell that something had happened since you hadn’t done that. You could only hope.

All you need is to remember me. All you need is to look at me closely. All you need is ME. However, why can't you do it properly? I'm doing the best I can to make you remember but this distractions can piss me off. I want their blood slowly dripping in front of me until I can finally have you in my arms again.