#☼�� 200 follower event

[afyrian]

HAPPY 200 FOLLOWERS!! TOTALLY DESERVED!!

📸🏐+ atsumu or literally anyone you would think fits i have no preference!

photoshoot surprise w/ atsumu | wc: 288 m.list | photographer + 'wait really? you're not joking?'

    you wrap your arms around his neck, staring up at him with a smile-ridden expression. atsumu looks back down at you, unable to look at you without his breath catching, even during a photoshoot. "this feels a little awkward, babe," you whisper, feeling the jersey you don hit just where your shorts end. 

  "trust me, it'll be over soon," he pulls you towards him, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, fingers grasping at your shirt. 

  "okay lovebirds, can i have miya standing behind you, maybe arm around your shoulder, grabbing your hand?" the photographer, looks over at you, watching as atsumu walks behind you, wrapping his arm around you.

  you grab a hold of his hand and look over at him, letting out a little breath. there he stands with you, thumb rubbing up and down your fingers in a soothing motions. he's done this a million times for the team. smiling and posing in ways that you've never tried before. but him being there is the best thing you could possibly ask for. 

  the photographer looks out from behind his camera, "now, can you face each other, holding hands?"

  letting atsumu guide you, he faces you towards him, a little box sitting in his hand. your eyebrows furrow at the sight, the realization that a ring sits inside the box. he gets down slowly onto one knee. and in your excitement you get down with him, resting on the balls of your feet, “wait really? you’re not joking, right?”

  “of course not, babe, but i think you’re supposed to stand, right?” atsumu leans towards you, a little laugh echoing through the studio.

  “i don’t know, i think i like being down here with you…”

a/n: THANK YOU MO!!

[writingmochi]

ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｅｒｆａｃｅ．．．

you've found a discovery: fake fic ask game

lissie: hello! thank you so much for 300+ followers and this is my event for it. since i've been seeing that people are struggling to find inspirations/requests, i'll be willing to help out with it because i have, like, tons of writing to write and i know i won't be able to do it even if i could. this will be based on @/theminecraftbee's version of the game and anyone can use it.

☼ send me a fake fic title, and i’ll make up a synopsis for it!

or

☾ send me a fake set of fic tags, and i’ll try to come up with a synopsis for it!

do credit me with a tag if you are using the title, premise, and more cause i definitely want to read it :D

deadline: send the asks until i set the deadline lmao (don't forget the emoji so i know which kind do you want me to figure out!)

tag: #discovery: 300 for the full catalogue

lissie: our other discoveries:

discovery: 200 for an open writing collab based on musical genres (deadline: december 29th)

discovery: 100 if you want a more casual conversation about my wips!

[afyrian]

☀️🏠 + post brazil shoyo please !! any format

hope uve been good <3 waited on the event since u posted about it im so excited to see what u write

sunburn soulmates hinata shoyo x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: sunburn + next door neighbor word count: 720 warnings: sunburns masterlist

   rapid knocking rattles the paintings by your front door, your apartment walls thin and weak. your eyebrows furrow curiously at the extreme noise. it takes you a few seconds, but you can recognize the rapid knocking, the heaviness of each knock attributed to one person. it has the same melody every time, even if it’s unintentional on his behalf. 

  you shake your head, smiling to yourself, wondering what your next door neighbor needed. tying the string within your shorts a little tighter, you open the front door, eyes peering at the man in front of you. there your neighbor stands, his skin a deep pink color and some tan lines around his eyes, "shoyo? what happened?"

  the obvious answer pops into your head, but with how burnt he is, it's hard to wonder how this could've happened to him, "we had some beach volleyball games today. do you think you could help me with some aloe vera?"

  "sho.. this looks terrible!" you bring your hand up to your cheek, covering some of your mouth as you shake your head, "i mean i can help, but shoyo this is absolutely terrible! and dangerous, gosh you really have to worry about this kind of stuff!"

  he waddles into your apartment, careful not to bump anything in the fear of feeling the painful sting. you purse your lips as you watch him make his way over to your couch, sitting on your floor in front of it. very rarely has he come over for help like this. however, in those few times, you still found yourselves giving it a certain routine. his legs are crossed, waiting patiently for your help.

  following him over, he hands the bottle of aloe vera to you, it nearly empty from his accidental burns. "your concerns are absolutely valid! we were just out for so long and forgot to check the time," shoyo frowns away from you, yet you feel like you can hear it in his voice. 

  even if neither of you have said it, he always feel bad whenever you worry for him. the anxiety in his heart building equally with yours, not for his own health, but for you. for the stress that he unintentionally causes within you. 

  "next time set a reminder or an alarm or something!! doctor's orders," you dump some of the aloe vera into your hand, stamping it onto his back in different places, trying to get it spaced evenly.

  "ma'am yes ma'am, i'll even call you every time i reapply just so it keeps me accountable," he looks back at you, wincing a little as his neck twists with his head, a smile still somehow making its way to his face, "if you're okay with that, that is."

  you roll your eyes to yourself, leaning forward to spread it across his back. he turns back around before he can see it, unable to see your reaction. however, he can tell that you won't say to no to him, not in a million years you'd say no to him. and he's correct, you mentally preparing yourself to take him off of do not disturb. 

  "yeah it is, you know it is sho. besides, i like having you as my neighbor. you're dependable, kind hearted," you run your hands up his neck, just barely feeling the short hairs right under his hairline. 

  goosebumps run up his back and you can see him shiver a little. the aloe vera creates a cool coating on his skin, rivaling that of the heat that the sun added to his epidermis. "you do? well then i'll have to stick around for a little while longer. plus it seems that msby black jackals is looking for players," he mentions, indicating that he wouldn't be moving back to argentina anytime soon. 

 "you'd stay for little old me?" you question, running your hands down his sides, nearly finished covering his back with aloe vera. 

  "yeah, yeah, i'd stay for little ol’ you," he turns to look at you, unaware of how close you are to him now, nearly off the couch as you lean forward. 

  you stare into his brown eyes, unable to look away from them. there's always been something about your next door neighbor that you couldn't quite escape. particularly the love that he feels for you.

a/n: i’ve been great!! thanks for this prompt, i loved it <33 and i hope i did your idea justice!

[afyrian]

wahh !! Congrats on the followers !! Im so happy for you and so glad your writing is beginning to get more traction !!

may i request a 🌾🍓with osamu miya ?? maybe something fluffy and funny in the kitchen or anything really !! CONGRATS !! w(°ｏ°)w

kitchen kisses w/ osamu | wc: 336 masterlist | timeskip + 'oh my gosh you can't just say that'

    you hop onto one of osamu's kitchen counters, resting your palms on the edge of the marble. he stands a few feet beside you as he cautiously cuts up some radishes. his fingers rest close to the knife and yet he never has cuts on his fingers. you watch as he dumps them into a pot with an array of vegetables and spices, "thanks for dinner again.. i don't know what i'd do without you."

  "well, i could start making you dinner every night after work," osamu sets down his knife, taking a few steps towards you and resting his palm on the counter. 

  "yeah and how would that work out?" you lean forward slightly, fingers gripping at the bottom of the marble countertop, "i live a train ride away and it'd be cold by the time you get to my apartment."

  "move in with me."

  his wording is quick, and you almost completely miss what he says. staring over at him, lips parted just barely, you attempt to register what he said. 'move in with me' replays over and over in your mind as your gaze stays resting heavy on him. not in a bad way though. you'd move in with him in a heartbeat, it's just the way he said it.

  "oh my gosh 'samu, you can't just say that!" 

  he looks at you with wide eyes, "but c’mon, the atmosphere, the situation, it’s all a little too romantic for me not to say something.”

  “it was a little romantic,” you free one hand, narrowing the space between your thumb and index finger. 

  osamu reaches his hand up, grabbing yours, gently, he lowers it to your side. rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, he takes another step towards you, “well is this a bit more romantic?”

  “yeah, yeah it is,” leaning down, you give him a quick kiss, pulling back to look into his deep grey eyes, “i’d love to move in with you. especially if it means onigiri miya leftovers.”

[afyrian]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 200 FOLLOWS AAA!!!! i'm so so excited to see you continue to grow you are so talented and i just can't wait to watch your blog blow up and get the love it deserves <33 regarding your event..... may i request..... ☀️ and suna pls.... I don't think anyone expected anything else of me I'm sorry 😭 AA I'm so excited to see what you do!! <3

sun kissed warnings w/ suna | wc: 300 masterlist | sunburnt

    "you should really apply sunscreen more, it can be really dangerous-"

  "mh mmh yeah."

  his voice is muffled as your hands rub along the top of his back and his shoulders. thick aloe vera is slathered along his back and you work to make sure it's covering every inch of his sunburn. running your hands delicately down his back sends goosebumps up his arms. the burn making it feel cooler than he expected. 

  you roll your eyes, knowing that no matter what you say, he won't pay attention. especially when your thumbs run alongside the sides of his spine, the comforting feeling nearly sending him to sleep, "rin, babe, if you don't be more careful, i'm not going to do this for you anymore. you'll have to call atsumu."

  his head shifts a little, his eyes peering over at you as his smile quickly falls. nearly every time he gets a sunburn you make this threat, feeling too bad to watch him suffer the next. you shake your head when you can see him looking, raising your hands up from his back, one moving for his upper arm. 

  "fine.. i'll put more on next time, okay?" suna turns a little more, resting on his left arm, his right arm raising up and caressing your elbow.

  "promise?"

  "yeah, i promise," he nods, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt's sleeve. 

  instinctively you lean down, pressing a kiss to his lips, nearly tasting the salty ocean air that's cursed him so. they're chapped and you can’t help but sigh happily as your hand feels the external warmth of his sunburn. “now, turn back around or you’re actually going to have to call atsumu,” you lean back a little, tilting your head slightly as you stare into his eyes.

  “anything for you darling.”

[afyrian]

HII CONGRATS IM A NEW FOLLOWER!!

can I request 🌾☁️ for Shoyo? (Make sure you take care of yourself or I’ll find you 🫶🏾)

a (crush)ed drink shoyo hinata x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 656 | prompt: timeskip + 'mmh so the weather's nice'

    biting your nail, you stand by the front door, staring at your phone. the little bicycle's icon moving throughout the app, getting closer and closer to your apartment building. going to a restaurant and ordering with what poor portuguese that you have sends your blood pressure soaring. so you've found yourself ordering more food than necessary, just to avoid those moments.

  pacing quietly, you reload the page, practicing your basic portuguese vocabulary. muito obrigada echoes through your head, little whispers coming from your lips as you practice the pronunciation. "uh- cheiro está deliciosa.." it doesn't sound quite right as it leaves your mouth, sounding better in your head.

  looking back at your phone, you notice that the bike icon has arrived at your building. a little sentence at the bottom stating that he's in the building and delivering it. shaking your hands, you let out a sigh, closing your eyes and letting the cool air of your apartment relax you. 

  your heartbeat slows until you hear someone out in the hallway, apologizing in broken portuguese. realizing it's likely your delivery man, you shove your phone into your pocket, awaiting the knock on the door. one second.. two seconds.. time slows as a rhythmic knock resonates in the room. putting on a brave face, you unlock the door and twist the handle until it's open.

  there stands an orange-haired man holding a bag of food in one hand and a crushed cup in the other, "i'm- uh disculpe. you're bebida... esmagado."

  between the broken portuguese, you can hear what you believe to be eastern japanese. a sort of country twang in his voice. a sense of peace washes over you, "wait, i'm sorry, do you know japanese?"

  immediately it's like a light bulb has gone off, an epiphany resting between his ears. his eyes light up like you’ve never seen in a person before, a large sigh leaving his shorter stature. “yeah! i am! oh wow, i can explain this better then! it’s really sunny right now and i had my sunglasses off for a second.. just a second. and it got right into my eyes where i then fell over,” your delivery driver purses his lips, holding out the bag of food that is still intact.

  “mmh so the weather’s nice then? okay, it’s okay! really, i was just practicing ‘muito obrigada’ over and over, so the good and bad surprises equal out,” your free hand grabs the bag from his, your other hand preoccupied with playing with the hems of your shorts. 

  he gives you a warm smile as you take it, your hands briefly grazing each other, “i actually took this job in hopes of learning more portuguese! it is definitely helping, when the order delivering is easy..”

  “actually!” your delivery driver pulls out his phone, ignoring the slight amount of awkward tension in the air, “i can give you my number and we can learn together!”

  maybe he’s more used to the extroverted attitude of the people who surround him, but you immediately notice your palms sweating. the thought of getting to know someone new in a country that you’re still uncertain in makes you feel nervous. however, you can’t help but feel the energy he exudes, the warmth that radiates from him.

  “well shouldn’t i know your name first? you do know mine, from the app,” you bite your lip, holding back the playful smile that wants to appear.

  something about him sends a spark within you, heat traveling throughout your body. you don’t know what to call it, a crush? an infatuation with a man who has the attitude for the ages. “it’s hinata, hinata shoyo! it’s a pleasure to formally meet you!” he holds out his phone, number written across the screen.

  you smile genuinely this time, unable to hold it back any longer, “well, nice to formally meet you hinata, i’d love to learn portuguese with you!”

a/n: thank you for requesting anon!! i loved doing this <33 i did end up taking a very short break but it was great, also if the portuguese sucks i’m so sorry

[afyrian]

CONGRATULATIONS SM ON 200!! U DESERVE IT AND A LOT MOREEE‼️🤍

but anywayyy, for your 200 event, may I please have 🎤 + 🏐 with atsumu as a fic (long or short) if that's alright? :DD I live for songwriter x reader fics I adore them hihi

TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS!!! AND CONGRATULATIONS AGAINNN 🗣

off kilter love atsumu miya x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1k | prompt: songwriter + 'wait really? you're not joking?'

    soft instrumental music plays throughout the café, the harsh wind blowing against the side of the building. patrons of all sorts have made their way into the building, protecting themselves from the summer storm. atsumu sits by himself at a two-person table, staring at the music sheet in front of him.

  headphones rest on his ears as the relating melody replays over and over. he taps the floor absentmindedly with his foot, trying to feel the rhythm of the music. however, the only lyrics he can think of are the ones he's sloppily written on a napkin. they don't follow the rhythm of the song he's writing for, nor the feel of the album it's going on. 

  leaving atsumu to stare down at the napkin in front of him, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. chills run down his arms as he thinks about the very person he's written the lyrics about. and much to his surprise, there you stand, ordering coffee a few yards from him. a ring of fate's bell seemingly working in his favor.

  you have yet to notice him, focused on something on your phone. your hair was blown in the wind, your bag nearly falling off your shoulder. he could envision you like this for forever, off kilter but ultimately still the most beautiful person he's ever seen. probably more beautiful than he's normally seen you, because it's so real. 

  atsumu wants to walk up to you, but by the time he finally gains the courage, you're already ordering. he can practically hear your usual order, 'mocha frappuccino, some vanilla, and a drivel of caramel on top'. he honestly couldn't even remember the last time you asked him to get you something else. 

  now, though, he's positive you're ordering it again, a smile written across your face. just as you're handing off your credit card, your gaze flickering in his direction. as you're handing off the card, you open your mouth in surprise, giving him a short wave with your free hand. 

  very rarely do you see each other outside of work, but when you do, it sends atsumu's heart out of his chest. your professional wear unravels into streetwear and you wear a perfect smile. as you finish your transaction, atsumu quickly shoves the napkin under his wallet. anxiously sweating at the thought of you reading it. 

  "atsumu! hello, i'm so happy i dropped in here during that wind storm..." you look out of the large front windows, the small city trees blowing backwards from the extensive weathering, "because i'll be getting a drink and a conversation, plus i haven’t visited new grounds yet.”

  he nods enthusiastically, trying to figure out ways to talk to you casually, "yeah, i come here pretty much every day after work to think and write some lyrics."

  "well maybe i'll have to visit you some. i've had such writers block lately, and the artist i'm working for is begging for it to be done before the main festival season starts," you purse your lips, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down without another thought. 

  normally, if it were anyone but you, he'd probably shake his head, annoyed. yet for you, he'd go to the end of the earth to find you a chair. just so you'd even have a thought of sitting across from him. "right, yeah, i'm having trouble too. none of the lyrics are working right, i may have to work on the melody some," atsumu taps his chin with his pencil, giving you a tired smile. 

  “well let’s brainstorm some, the storm isn’t dying down anytime soon and i’m still waiting on my coffee..” you lean forward in your chair, resting your elbows on the table as you look across the way at him. 

  the way you look at him sends his heart rate spiking, emotionally vulnerable to your whims. before he can get a word out, likely to stumble on it anyways, the barista calls out your name. “uh, let me go get that for you, i’ll probably grab us a snack too if you’re going to be here for a bit,” atsumu lets out a shaky breath, figuring he’d save the embarrassment if he offered you a snack. 

  you nod, biting your lip, watching as he picks up his wallet and heads for the pick up area. normally, you wouldn’t snoop on your colleague and friend’s things, but he left behind a little napkin. it was hiding below his wallet, something scribbled onto it with a pen. the café’s name, new grounds, in the top right corner. right below it rests a few sentences. 

  ‘i wanna get stuck in your head, i wanna watch a t.v. show together, and when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed…’ is written in poor cursive. your name is circled beside it, the writing more clear, more thought put into each letter of your name. you find yourself looking up at him, smiling to yourself. sure you’ve thought of him in more than one way, but never did you think he’d feel the same.

  the way he flirts, acting oh-so relaxed, felt so natural in front of you. like he’s done it a million times. except, really it’s just been for you. as he walks over you look down at your feet, wondering what to say to him. “uh- i don’t mean to eavesdrop, of sorts, is that song about me?”

  “oh- uh yeah, but i was just brainstorming, like you don’t have to say anything-”

  “but i like you too, i always have,” you look up at him, trying to hold back the smile that was fighting so badly to come to the surface. 

  it takes a moment for the gears in atsumu’s head to turn all the way. his eyes open wide as he tries to interpret what you’re saying, even if it’s really straightforward, “wait really? you’re not joking?”

  “yeah, yeah i’m not joking,” you reach your hand over the table, grabbing his hand with yours, “i wouldn’t joke about such a thing… especially when said someone knows my favorite pastry to buy…”

a/n: really hope this was good!! i hope you enjoyed it <33 AND TJANK YOU!! I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE!!

[afyrian]

hey :)) not sure if i’m doing this right but can i request a 🎥 and 💐 fic with atsumu ?? congrats btw!!

overheard love w/ atsumu | wc: 368 m.list | news station + 'so what if i love him? what do i do?'

    yachi stands next to you, brush running along your cheekbone, tongue slightly sticking out. you stare at yourself in the mirror, letting out an anxious sigh, "you know that vacation atsumu and i took? it's just completely changed my outlook about him, like genuinely i feel so much more awkward now."

  "oh yeah, the one where channel four's anchors took over?" yachi steps back for a second, looking at the makeup she had applied, "i know of a lot of anchors who end up liking their coworkers. i mean you guys are together all the time and both of you are really attractive!”

  you smile as you look at her reflection, the kind words from yachi always bringing up your attitude in any situation. she’s always had a way with words that you appreciate the mornings before your show. "thanks, hitoka, but i mean, doing anything could completely change the dynamic of our work. it could ruin how we communicate," you close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath.

  "it could, but if you love someone, you love someone. there's nothing you can really do about it," she shrugs, taking a smaller brush and applies something to your inner eyes and cheeks.

  "so what if i love him? what do i do?" you pour your heart out to her, wanting to bury your head in your hands.

  however, she doesn't have much of a chance to say something when a coworker walks into your dressing room. a shawl is thrown over her shoulders and she has a troubled expression gracing her face, "uh, i would like to remind you that your two-way earpieces are in. everyone can hear what you're saying, ms. l/n."

  your face immediately drops. the thought of atsumu and your other coworkers hearing you talk about your malformed crush sends your blood pressure high. you start wondering what you’ll say to defend yourself, hoping it’ll all go away. only for you to hear cheering from a few rooms over. an overexcited 'yes' and 'let's go' coming from atsumu's very familiar voice.

  “i don’t think you have anything to be worried about y/n..” yachi smiles, grabbing some mascara to apply.

a/n: you did it great!! and thank you so much :DD

[afyrian]

⭐️+ sugawara, i think it fits ! ! congrats on 200 btw ♡

sugawara’s marker mishap | wc: 421 masterlist | 'is there something on my face?'

    walking out of your classroom, you head towards the break room to grab your lunch. the halls are pretty much empty for the lunch period, the only sound you can hear is someone mumbling something in the teacher’s-only bathroom. you narrow your eyes as you notice the door is still wide open. 

  inside of the bathroom stands your classroom neighbor, sugawara. he is leaning over the sink with his face close to the mirror. you can just barely make out the words 'really?... ridiculous... oh wow'. you bite your lip and head over to the bathroom, arms crossed in front of your chest. 

  "uh sugawara? everything okay in here?" you tap your thumb against your upper arm, standing slightly on your toes. 

  he turns around for a split second, immediately turning back towards the mirror. you could just barely see some marks on his face, mostly around his mouth. "uh- yeah everything's okay," he shakes his head, clearly feeling embarrassed about whatever is ailing him. 

  "sugawara, it's okay, i can help," you say in a gentler voice, accidentally talking to him like he's a toddler who needs some emotional maturity, "i won't laugh if it's embarrassing, i promise."

  biting the bullet, his shoulders drop, turning around to look at you. on his face is a drawn on mustache and a monocle. they're thick, drawn with multiple colors and thickness of markers. you raise your hand up to your mouth, covering it to make sure that he can't see the rising smile on your face. 

  he shakes his head, pursing his lips as soon as he can see you almost laughing, "what? is there something on my face?"

  sugawara's voice is sarcastic in tone, his face falling in ultimate defeat. you remove your hand and bite your lip to stop from smiling anymore, "...i'm sorry- uh yeah, mmh i am sorry."

  "let me help you as an apology for going back on my word," you finally say without an ounce of light snickering; your smile turning into an over-exaggerated frown as you can clearly see the shame written on his face.

  opening up the old closet next to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth, you try rinsing it off and rubbing it against his cheek. however, with every swipe of the cloth, your eyes grow a little wider. nothing is coming off, your smile starts falling, “suga- uh what type of marker did your students use?”

  “well sharpie, but the washable kind!”

  “are you positive? because it’s definitely not washing off…”

n/a: i definitely agree!! and thank you (*´∇｀*)

[afyrian]

hi! i've just seen your post about your event and was thinking of sending something. but first i just want to say that i really really like and enjoy your blog! may i have 📸, 🎲 and 🌆 (or 🎧, as you prefer) with osamu? (if ever possible could the reader have the same personality traits as akaashi?) anyway thank you for this event it’s really fun! have a great day!

stoically in love w/ osamu | wc: 362 m.list | photographer + 'id follow you anywhere' + rooftop

    you grab an older-style, digital camera, trying to ignore the wind gaining speed. it gives the photos the perfect grain for them to capture the updated menu at onigiri miya. inspired by the msby team, the colors and tastes represent their favorite flavor profiles, a perfect combination between food and volleyball.

  and of course, osamu had to invite you to help, “it looks great, and thank you for doing this on such a short notice. and for following us onto onigiri miya’s roof for it.”

  his voice hums in your ears like a beautiful melody, your eyes still focused diligently on atsumu and the food in his hand. it looks corny, but just the right amount. it mimics a volleyball in his hand, but yellow pepper sticking out makes it the atsumu special. “thanks ‘samu, but it’s no big deal, i mean i am getting paid, right?”

  “well yeah, i wouldn’t drag you up here-”

  “atsumu! can you sit back in the chair some? like legs really sitting out? mmh… yeah that looks perfect, hold that, give some movement for flow,” you accidentally cut off osamu, unable to keep your attention far from the photo shoot. 

  osamu bites his lip, looking over at you. you’ve always been straight to the point, voice drawn out and lacking many strong emotions. however, he can’t help but feel himself drawn to you, urging for you to show him your real emotions. whatever is lying inside and behind that camera of yours.

  smiling, he waits for you to lower your camera, giving atsumu a thumbs up, “seriously, i wouldn’t drag you up here if it weren’t really important, so thank you.”

  “honestly, osamu, i’d follow you anywhere, you do know that right? so no need to apologize,” you look back at him, gaze flickering towards sakusa who is making his way to the red x on the roof. 

  looking at you, he raises his eyebrows in surprise. truthfully, he doesn’t understand the nuance of your vocal style, the way you speak not holding the same emotion that he’s used to in atsumu. however, finally hearing it come from you sends his heart racing, palms sweating. “yeah, yeah i do know it.”

a/n: ahh thanks for the love! i’m so happy you enjoy my stuff and i hope you like this one <3 if you wanted a long form fic, just request again and i’ll def do it

[afyrian]

hi!! i'm a big fan of your blog and your writing! i saw your event post recently and if it's possible could you do 🏠 and 🥐 with nishinoya? thank you and have a nice day!! :)

world travelers  nishinoya yuu x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 640 | prompt: next door neighbors + 'just run away with you? just like that?' 

    you lay in your treehouse, tears trickling down the sides of your face. little bits of it fall into your hair and ears, your arms and legs outstretched. the wooden structure pricks at your legs, the wood not fully protected due to your father's forgetfulness. you close your eyes for a moment, hoping that when you open them, everything will have gone away.

  however, when you open your eyes only moments later, everything's the same. the same crack in the roof of the treehouse. the same moss that is making its way through the cut out window to your right. even the same battery powered lights that you bought from a dollar store, using what money you had left. 

  you feel your bottom lip tremble, even more tears following. it's all too much, your father, homework, every test you've had to take in the past three day period. it carries with you like a disease, looming over you until you find yourself in the treehouse, sobbing.

  "...y/n? you up there?"

  nishinoya’s voice echoes up the treehouse's ladder, making its way into the room. you want to shoo him away, letting your cries quiet down so that he'll just leave, "i know you're up there. i saw you climb up there.. was just giving you a chance to invite me up.."

  you bite your lip, bringing one of your hands up to wipe your tears, knowing that your eyes are already likely puffy. “yeah, yuu, there’s enough room for the two of us,” your voice sounds shaky, you can tell it sounds different from normal. 

  sitting up, your wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting on your knees. nishinoya makes his way up, a paper hat clinging to his hair, his typical smile missing. he’s always been able to tell when you’re upset. from disappearing into your treehouse, the strange tone in your voice, you calling him ‘yuu’ instead of ‘noya’. 

  “hey.. y/n,” his eyes traveling from your face to the floor, unsure what to say in his little ten year old mind, “i’m sorry, for whatever’s making you sad.”

  you look over at him, biting your lip, “thanks, my dad’s just acting like he always is. my mom is out of the house and it’s just a lot right now, this is the only place he won’t follow me to.”

  “you know, not all adults are like your dad. my mom’s pretty good,” nishinoya scoots closer to you, unsure where to put his hands or how to console you in such a way that makes you happy again.

  he means well, you always know that he means well. every word he says is spoken in such a way that feels comforting. however, when you hear the words ‘my mom’s pretty good’, you can’t help but hold a grudge, feel jealous. nishinoya has it all, leaving you with nothing. 

  giving him a shrug, you nod, “yeah i know, i just wish he would stop, that my mom would care-”

  “so let’s run away together, go out on the open road,” nishinoya grabs the paper hat from his head, setting it on yours, hoping it’ll brighten your mood some, “we can travel together, see all the places we’ve always wanted to see.”

  “just run away with you? just like that? what about finishing high school?”

  he shrugs as well, pursing his lips. he’s talked your ears off about skipping school and visiting the world. italy, australia, brazil, and just about every place he could name on the world map. “well then we’ll go after high school, i’ll wait for you.”

  “you’d wait for me?” you can feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, realizing that for once, someone is choosing you first. someone is loving you first. 

  “yeah of course, i couldn’t go without you y/n..”

a/n: thank you so much <33 i’m so happy you like my writing and i hope you like this fic as well!! i hope you have a nice day as well :D

[afyrian]

200/300 FOLLOWER EVENT !! (closed)

thank you everyone for the support lately! as a thank you, i’m hosting an event to write some fanfics you’d love to see come to life <3

all you have to do is send an ask/comment of an emoji from the list, a character, and the type of fic! (ex. can i have 🐚 and hinata, as a hc?) if you want something more in depth, just let me know!! and feel free to mix and match :D

prompts;

- au’s - chef 🍙 - medieval ⚔️ - gardeners 🌱 - animal shelter 🐈 - wildlife ranger 🌲 - news station 🎥 - online friends 💻 - swimmer 🌊 - surfer 🏄 - next door neighbors 🏠 - wrong number 📞 - canon 🍀 - timeskip 🌾

- quotes - ‘is there something on my face?’ ⭐️ - ‘i’m sorry.. who are you?’⚡️ - ‘please don’t tell me…’ 🪴 - ‘mmh so the weather’s nice’ ☁️ - ‘oh my gosh you can’t just say that!’ 🍓 - ‘just run away with you? just like that?’ 🥐 - ‘if i’ve ever felt anything for you, it’s been love’ 🌷 - ‘you just don’t understand!’ 🥀 - ‘so what if i love him? what do i do?’ 💐 - ‘it’s whatever, we can just forget about it’ 💌 - ‘i adore you, you know that right?’ 🌸 - ‘would you like to get coffee?’ ☕️

- one word prompts - campfire 🔥 - glasses 👓 - rooftop 🌇 - sunburn ☀️ - sports ⚽️ - toast 🍞 - sidewalk 🚗 - pancakes 🥞 - waterfall 🌊 - pets 🐕 - headphones 🎧 - fruit 🍉 - bicycle 🚲

you are not obligated to send an ask or anything!! totally cool if you’re just here to read and enjoy <3 and you’re also free to send multiple!

event masterlist;

- short-form fics - sun kissed warnings | suna rintaro - kitchen kisses | osamu miya - marker mishap | sugawara koshi - stoically in love | osamu miya - overheard love | atsumu miya - photoshoot surprise | atsumu miya - his sweet surprise | hinata shoyo - kitten photography | kenma kozume - long-form fics - sunburn soulmates | hinata shoyo - off kilter love | atsumu miya - a (crush)ed drink | hinata shoyo - world travelers | nishinoya yuu - they suit you | kageyama tobio