summary:life is about making choices, and when the last chance to be happy presents itself, do you take it or leave it? pairing:bokuto kōtarō x fem!reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, angst with a good ending word count: 1921 a/n:hi hi, i’m here to repost one of my favs! this is based on a grey’s anatomy episode and it’s really self-indulgent but i don’t care, i just love it, and i hope you love it too!
Weddings are supposed to be fun, and your wedding day is supposed to be the greatest of all but, why doesn’t it feel that way? The words of your mother and friends were going in and out of your ears without being really registered by your brain, and your body felt dead in Asahi’s hands as he finished adjusting your dress. At the same time, the last drops of makeup fell on your face, and the hands in your hair made you focus on your reflection.
summary: miya atsumu loves you for years, but you weren’t ready yet.
now playing: lifetime by ben&ben
note: hi, anon! enjoy!!! lmk what you think!!! hihi.
Everyone from Inarizaki’s side rose from their seats and cheered as soon as the ball landed on the orange court. You watched Atsumu and Osamu staring at each other in disbelief. After months of hardwork, they’ve finally achieved one of their goals for that year—to defeat the crows before they graduate.
Summary: When you try to convince the Miya twins that you were finally over your longtime crush, they somehow start thinking you’re dating Suna —and, for some reason, he goes along with it.
Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (relationships in the tags may be romantic or platonic)
Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant
Warnings:none
Words:2.3k
*****
“No Miyas today?”
“No, not today,” you replied with a laugh. Suna and you stood in front of the cash register of the soba restaurant you frequented. You leaned onto the ebony counter, resting your arm on it.
“So you’re here with your boyfriend instead?” the restaurant owner, Tsukimori, teased, her eyes twinkling.
You froze, wondering if she had heard the conversation the last time you were here. How far did you have to go to keep up this charade? You glanced over at Suna only to see him covering his smirk with the back of his hand.
pairing:sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader genre: unadulterated fluff wc:455 words
a/n:an outtake from my earlier work Broken Compass (read here) which covers the romance between omi and the reader here, can be read as a standalone.
You watch as Sakusa Kiyoomi slides his cufflinks into place, the finely wrought silver catching the light. The significance of them isn’t lost on him when you shyly gifted them to him. Twin compasses, echoing his words when he proposed to you.
If my heart were a compass it would be broken, because instead of pointing north, it will always point towards you.
Still, you wonder if you are asking too much of him right now, even if he’s assured you at least a hundred times that he wants to accompany you to your ex’s wedding as your plus one. You understand Omi well enough to know that he dislikes crowds and loud places, what more a wedding dinner overflowing with alcohol and volleyball players. He would not have agreed to go if not for you.
“Omi”, you catch his elbow, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “You really don’t have to go with me. It’s no problem - I can go alone, catch a cab, I’m sure there’ll be people I can hang out with anyway, it’ll be fine -”
“Do you want me to go with you?”
Of course you do - the evening would be so much more enjoyable with your own fiancee by your side. He’d whisper dry jokes into your ear just to make you giggle, rescue you from any awkward social situations with his usual complete lack of tact, and squeeze your hand to reassure you that he’s there.
You’ve never been able to lie to him so you nod.
“Then I’m going with you”, he says as if it’s a done deal.
“You don’t have to”, you protest weakly.
“No, I don’t”, he agrees. “I don’t have to, but I want to. Because it’s you.”
The simplicity and sheer romanticism of his statement astounds you, threatens to swell and swallow you whole. Sakusa Kiyoomi never fails to remind you each and every day of his love for you, slowly building up a lifetime of decisions to show that you are his choice.
He loves you. It’s always been you.
You are going to ruin your make-up if you don’t keep it together.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, suddenly alarmed by the tears in your eyes.
You shake your head, brushing his dark curls gently from his forehead. “Nothing’s wrong, Omi”, you reply, trying your best not to cry.
He frowns slightly, snatching up a tissue to dab away your tears. “Silly woman”, he says lightly. “Getting emotional on what you should already know.”
“It’s nice to be reminded once in a while”, you say, giggling as he snorts and tugs you out of the front door into the waiting cab. You end up enjoying the party because he’s by your side.
a/n:enjoy the fluff today, will be posting heavy suna angst tmr. :)
pairing: atsumu x f!reader word count, genre: 1.7k words, angst. warnings: none summary: who holds on to a silly, childhood promise? apparently, atsumu does but he realizes there’s more than one way to keep his end of the promise.
“You’re the only one I want to get married to!”
The little boy laughs, his hands ruffling the already messy hair of the little girl. “Is that right?”
She eagerly nods, her smile shining as bright as the sun. “Mommy always says when I grow up I should be with the one who makes me the happiest in the world.”
“I feel the happiest with you. So,” She pulls his right hand and hooks her small pinkie with his. “I want to be with you forever. It’s a promise.”
He looks at her with softness in his eyes, and though he knows that no one could tell what the future holds, he keeps his finger linked with hers.
a/n: i hope you enjoy the second part of the remixed storm chaser. part i can be found here.
Miya Atsumu has a reputation of being relentless in hunting down what he wants.
So even though Kita frowns and Osamu blows up his phone with angry texts, he makes the hour-long drive through sleepy villages and rice paddies and bamboo groves back to her family’s home.
He does not linger overlong at her front door, does not even muster up the courage to try the window to her room - he knows it’s been latched shut and will not open, no matter how much he grovels. He simply kneels by the door, leaving bunches of wildflowers, paper wrapped packages of mochi and letters written in the light of insomnia and bitter desperation.
I’m sorry, he writes, again and again, at the top of each and every letter. I’m sorry for running. I’m sorry I wasn’t fair to you, he scribbles, regretting the nights spent convincing himself that he’s too young, it’s too much to ask, even as he dreams of childlike laughter and playful banter.
I’m sorry I forgot how much I loved you.
He refuses to lose hope when his flowers wilt from being left out in the sun, when the packages of mochi returned with a polite note thanking Kita’s grandmother for her kindness, not even when his letters are shredded to ribbons. He stays until his agent calls with demands that he present himself back in Osaka before the season starts, and with a heavy heart, he packs his bags and bids Kita goodbye.
a/n: i know i promised y’all atsumu fluff, and it will be served eventually, so hope you like some osamu fluff and a reminder to indulge in self-love in the meantime
‘Yer not finishin’ yer food?’ Osamu asks with concern as he watches you play with the remaining food on your plate listlessly, a pained look in your eyes.
‘I’m not hungry’, you lie, getting up and clearing your plate.
He only frowns.
It all makes sense when he catches you staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror, top pulled up to reveal your belly. He watches you pinch the soft plush of your belly that he loves so much, watches your face darken as you measure your waist, watches you wince as you slap your own butt, sighing as it jiggles as butts are wont to do.
‘Do you think I’m ugly?’ you ask, catching his eye in the mirror, voice small.
‘Of course not’, he replies immediately. ‘Yer the most beautiful girl in the world to me’.
But he can see the echoes of doubt in your eyes, the disbelief as you purse your lips in a tight line. It makes his heart clench. He loves you, all of you - soft belly, round cheeks, crooked smile, and just wishes you could love yourself as much as he loves you too.
‘What brought this on, darlin’?’ he asks, wrapping his arms around you, tucking you firmly against his chest.
You shake your head at first, refusing to give him an answer, but he refuses to relinquish his grip on you until you do, so you admit shakily – ‘I spoke to my mum today, and she said I’m looking a little chubby’.
He exhales a sigh. ‘Do ya want me to call yer mum and give her a piece of my mind?’
You shake your head harder this time. ‘She means well’, you say weakly, but your fingers are still pinching your belly hard enough to leave red, angry marks behind.
Osamu peels your fingers away, unfurling them one by one with care. ‘Hey, look at me’, he says, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze in the mirror.
‘I mean it’, he nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent. ‘Yer my bestest girl, and there’s nothin’ about yer that I would change’. Then he pauses, a mischievous smile flickering on his face.
‘Except maybe yer habit of not finishin’ yer food’.
You laugh at that, turning around to poke his cheek playfully. ‘But if I finish my food from now on, you won’t get any extras’.
His laughter bounces off the walls. ‘Darlin’ that’s a sacrifice my stomach’s willin’ to make’.
a/n:thestorm chaser remix as promised, but can be read as a standalone. wherein miya atsumu learns that it’s futile to run from his fate.
(pt. ii to follow soon.)
“‘Samu - don’t ya know how to knock on the door like a decent human being? Wait what the f- ”
Crack.
He regrets ever giving Osamu the key to his apartment when he’s grabbed by the scruff of his neck and greeted with a fist to the face. “What the fuckwas that for”, Atsumu yelps, cradling his jaw, violet marks blooming on his skin. “I didn’t steal yer shit this time, so what’s your fuckin’ problem - “
“Ya fucking bastard. Did ya know - did’ya know she was pregnant?” Osamu demands breathlessly, fist clenched by his side.
For a split second Atsumu is sorely tempted to tease his twin, taunt him, ask who she is, but the fury blazing in Osamu’s eyes urges him on the side of cautiousness so he nods once.
Summary: When you try to convince the Miya twins that you were finally over your longtime crush, they somehow start thinking you’re dating Suna —and, for some reason, he goes along with it.
Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (relationships in the tags may be romantic or platonic)
Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant
Warnings:none
Words:2,474
Thanks to @mmilkbreadd for beta-reading! (Also to @k0utashiand@writeiolite before previous chapters but I completely forgot to mention that.)
*****
Suna rubbed his eyes as he stood in line for a tray of rice, beef, veggies, and tofu. He was still groggy from his short nap during the bus ride.
The girls were already sitting at their tables, halfway through their lunches. You sat next to Rika, giggling at one of her jokes but rolling your eyes after another one. Suna smirked to himself, seeing how expressive you were with them.
“Did you want to join Y/n?” Osamu suggested to him. “I’m sure the coaches won’t mind.”
Suna glanced behind him. Atsumu was grabbing a tray for himself, and Suna figured you wouldn’t want him joining you.
“She seems happy,” Suna replied with a shrug. Osamu raised a brow but didn’t question it.
Suna still wondered if you were okay with fake dating. He didn’t mind going along with it. He felt like it was the least he could do for you. However, he did wonder if he was only doing this to ease his own conscience.
