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three
“what's your favourite ice cream?”
pairing — miya atsumu x reader
note(s) — we have left some chapters unplanned so you can submit questions you’d like to see! no nsfw questions, ask politely, submit your questions via an ask
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It’s not often practice ends early, and Atsumu plans to take advantage of that free time to run around the city with his friends. But as it turns out, everyone had a different idea - they all had their own plans.
It’s fine, he could always just walk around by himself.
A hot, relaxing shower later, Atsumu is ready to get dressed and leave the shared dorm when a hesitant knock on the front door catches his attention. Ah, Shoyou probably forgot his keys again.
He opens the door and to his surprise, it isn’t the orange head he was expecting, but you.
You’re clearly as shocked as he is, and he doesn’t miss your eyes dipping below his chin for a second before darting back up. Atsumu is very conscious of the fact that he is clad in nothing but a towel, standing in front of his ex who he hasn’t seen in years after a messy breakup.
two
"how are you?"
pairing — miya atsumu x reader
note(s) — we have left some chapters unplanned so you can submit questions you’d like to see! no nsfw questions, ask politely, submit your questions via an ask
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How on earth you ended up next to him in a party packed with other people was beyond you. But the jet-lag was seriously starting to catch up with you, and you had assumed the back corner would be reliably safe.
It seems fate has other plans today.
"So… how are you?"
There are a thousand questions in those three small words, and you aren't sure which one to start with. You can't quite read his tone. It's too cold to be polite, but you have not been able to forget him enough to miss the veiled intensity bubbling below.
hi! hope you are doing well. I wanted to know if you have a posting schedule for your fic once again. thanks
hi! at the minute we dont really have a set schedule because we're both scatterbrained and/or studying but the aim is a chapter a week :) so chapter 2 will be up monday or tuesday next week! also we dont really have a set question for chapter 3 so send in the things you want to see hehe
just read the first chapter of your atsumu series! it’s really good so far, bubs :) i was wondering if we could see atsumu and y/n talking over their relationship and feelings towards each other over a meal, albeit a bit hesitant? it doesn’t have to be now, given that they just reunited for the first time(:
thank you!! and oooo yes we love this idea... it won't be the next chapter but keep an eye out for this in the coming weeks ;)
one
"what are you doing here?"
pairing — miya atsumu x reader
note(s) — we have left some chapters unplanned so you can submit questions you’d like to see! no nsfw questions, ask politely, submit your questions via an ask
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Five years had passed and Tokyo still remains the same bustling mess of cars and people you had known it to be, albeit a little older, a little more worn.
Much like you were, if you were being honest with yourself.
The years had been filled with plenty of sight-seeing, life taking you abroad to countries you’ve only heard and seen about on television. You can’t quite say you hated it, not when you got to witness just how much life had to offer outside of your little bubble of downtown Tokyo - people of all ethnicities, and food from all cultures. There wasn’t a thing you wanted to miss out on, and there were still a million things you wanted to experience.
Still, coming home was a feeling like no other.
“Hey! Over here!”
Turning into the direction of the yelling, you were met with a shock of orange hair, a mass colliding into you. They send you tumbling into the ground with loud yells, and despite the pain coursing through your body, a wide grin spreads across your face.
be it fate or coincidence, miya atsumu has been thrown back into your life headfirst, and it is only your choices that has the story of you and him unfolding off the shelf once more.
pairing — miya atsumu x reader
genre — exs to friends to lovers
warning(s) — none (for now)
rules and info — we have left some chapters unplanned so you can submit questions you’d like to see!
no nsfw questions • ask politely • submit your questions via an ask
one — what are you doing here?
two — how are you?
three — what's your favourite ice cream?
four — do you remember?
five — tbd
six — tbd
seven — tbd
eight — tbd
nine — tbd
ten — tbd
eleven — tbd
twelve — tbd
thirteen — tbd
fourteen — tbd
fifteen — tbd
sixteen — tbd
seventeen — tbd
eighteen — tbd
nineteen — tbd
twenty — tbd
twenty-one — tbd
act four
pairing — matsukawa issei x reader
genre — angst, fluff
warning(s) — none
Today, it’s a blue sticky note.
Wake up lazybum :)
You smile down at it, even as you rub the sleep from your eyes. These sticky notes are a longstanding tradition, but it never fails to make you smile.
There’s another on the door, and this is not part of the usual practice you’ve come to expect. The purple note grins at you in Issei’s loopy scrawl.
Look in the bathroom
Suspicious, you push open the door to the bathroom, half expecting him to jump out at you. Instead, there’s yet another pink sticky note pressed to the mirror.
Gotcha. It’s actually in the living room.
You frown at the bright slip of paper, wondering just what he’s planning. He can be undoubtedly sweet, but you can never tell if you’re going to get genuine or teasing Issei.
You pluck the yellow note from the couch without stopping, moving on in your bizarre treasure hunt.
OK, I promise it's in the kitchen.
The bright blue hydrangeas greet you in a cheery burst of colour and you can’t help the smile on your face from growing so wide that your eyes crinkle shut. The final sticky note sits on the vase that houses the flowers, and you pick it up, eager to see what he has written.
One last thing, and it’s in the guest room <3
act three
pairing — matsukawa issei x reader
genre — angst, fluff
warning(s) — none
“Hey.”
“Mmmmm?”
“Do you think you can be anaemic if you’re tan?”
“What? That’s not how that works at all.”
“No, but hear me out! If-”
You roll onto your side, squinting at him in the dark. He jokes around a lot, but there's a desperation in his tone that has you worried he actually believes it.
“Issei. That’s not how blood works.”
“But anaemic people are pale right? So how can you be anaemic if you’re tan?”
“Issei-”
“Like see, I black out whenever I stand up, and sometimes I get dizzy too, but I don’t have anaemia.”
“I- no. Just no.”
His head flops towards you, eyebrows lifted, unimpressed. “How would you know? You’re not a doctor.”
act two
pairing — matsukawa issei x reader
genre — angst, fluff
warning(s) — none
Issei’s heart is a racing, wild thing that threatens to burst its way out of his rotting cage, begging for freedom to leap back into your warm embrace.
Your sigh breaks the wavering silence first.
“What was it at work that held you up then? Was it another dead body rolling off the metal tray? Or was it your colleague spilling coffee all over the paperwork? Oh, no, wait. I think I got it. Your boss resurrected a body!” Your laughter is empty, filled with mocking cruelty that has Issei’s lazy, clouded eyes clearing up in an instant.
“You want to talk about work?” He bites back, hands fisting around the cutlery in his hand. The plate of food has been long forgotten in favour of this explosive fight, growing colder by the minute as the atmosphere in the kitchen turns frosty. “Well then, why don’t you tell me about that little blond prick that keeps calling and texting you at all hours?”
You scoff, grinning in disbelief. “No, no, you don’t get to put this back on me. Shirabu has nothing to do with this, don’t bring him into-”
“No, let’s bring him into this,” Issei interrupts, tone hardening. There’s a slightly hysterical look forming in his eyes. This is a side of him you rarely see - the cold, cruel side. The one uncaring of who or what he burns through to make his point. “You think it’s OK to pay more attention to some workmate than your own fiance, huh? Next thing I know he’s gonna be coming over for dinner and leaving a toothbrush on the sink!”
act one
pairing — matsukawa issei x reader
genre — angst, fluff
warning(s) — none
You expected falling in love to be a small thing. It would be hidden smiles and warmth, fleeting touches and silent jokes. Instead, falling in love is loud, and you're plummeting for the bottom before you even realize you were at the edge.
And that’s how you found yourself on a Saturday night, sitting at the dining table in your shared apartment with Issei, waiting for him to come home as you’ve done for the past three years. His entrance home is soft; the subtle thuds of his shoes dropping by the door, the thump of his bag landing on your couch, the shuffling of his sock-clad feet as he enters the kitchen.
He pushes a kiss against your cheek, briefly and clumsily, and you can feel the nervousness that lingers after he pulls away. There’s a light coat of pink dusted across his tan cheeks as he turns his face away from you, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck sheepishly. It’s a bashfulness you don’t really see from him much, not these days.
“You’re home late,” you say, trying not to let the thunderous disappointment show. “Again.”
“Yeah, I had to finish up some paperwork,” he says, already poking in the microwave for the food he assumes you have left there. Of course you have; you always do. But the repressed voice at the back of your head says he used to say thank you for the mundane act.
falling in love was meant to be easy.
falling out of love was always going to be this hard.
pairing — matsukawa issei x reader
genre — angst, fluff
warning(s) — none
act one
act two
act three
act four
PICTURE PERFECT
pairing — sakusa kiyoomi x reader
genre — fluff
He sees you with stunning clarity and it's a sight so ethereal he's not sure he's supposed to even witness it. He's ready to turn and leave, to pretend that he hadn't intruded on a moment that was meant to be private when you turn around to face him.
The smile that graces your lips knocks the breath out of him, and it takes everything in him to keep upright.
Well, he's been falling for you for a while now, but the way your hair is twisting in the cool breeze is sending him into a tailspin. It's so strange; everyone's hair curls in the wind, everyone's eyes crinkle when they smile. But it looks different on you, more alive, more ephemerally special despite the cameras flashing away. He knows it’s selfish of him to wish you were alone, that only he got to witness how gorgeous joy looks draped across you like a fresh fall of snow.
"Hey." Your voice is deliciously breathless, and he's struck by the realisation that you're equally as stunned as he is.
"Hey," he grins back, hand coming up in a half-wave.
"You look...."
"Ridiculous? Poofy? Too flashy?" you supplement, hands nervously brushing down the dress.
"Like an angel."
aoba johsai
matsukawa issei
⊱ love and time
itachiyama
sakusa kiyoomi
⊱ picture perfect
inarizaki
miya atsumu
⊱ once and again
moo🌻
in love with kuroo tetsuro, will ramble about science at the slightest provocation, can get distracted by anything and everything
pronouns: she/her
blog: @mooswords
mission in life: to figure out how to con lyra into writing more fluff because shes incredible at it but refuses to write it becuase shes emotionally consitpated and hates feeling any emotion but >:(
lyra✨
will fight anyone and everyone, especially if their name is tsukishima kei. yachi hitoka gets the exception bc she’s my sun <3
pronouns: she/her
blog: @yacoka
mission in life: to expose moo for the heartless human being she is for forgetting one of her characters actually had feelings and wasn’t an inanimate object for her to use as a filler