#novaflairdrabble

[novaflair]

pairing: a. miya x f!reader // cw: fluff, crack, starts a lil’ angsty? // wc: 527

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing.."

"Y/n..."

"...."

"I saw you hide your phone behind your back," Atsumu's eyes squint, trying to look as pissed as possible. "Tell me what you're hiding now.."

Atsumu trusts you, with every fiber of his being. He firmly believes that you'll never betray him or hurt him. But seeing you suddenly jerk your phone away from him when he was just merely glancing at it, in all honesty, is making him nervous as fuck.

"Show me your phone."

"No."

And you still have your phone behind your back.

Atsumu's eye grow wide, and he's internally freaking out now.

"Y/n, I swear to God. I trust you but you're kind of scaring me right now."

You didn't want him to see this way. Heck, you'd rather he never finds out. But his visit to your apartment was sudden and unexpected and you were frantic.

But you guess you'd rather carry the shame than see him hurt like this.

So with a heavy sigh, you resign,

"Ugh, fine."

and you hand him your phone.

"Just don't make fun of me."

Atsumu's expression went from almost pissed to utterly confused.

But still, he puts in your pin code and takes a look through its content.

Nothing unusual.....

"What are you hiding?"

You felt your face heat up, but you answer him by flipping your phone in his hand.

And now he knows why your face is red–

"Is this... me...... on your phone case?"

–it's probably because you were embarrassed as fuck.

"UGH!"

And then you hear some kind of chocked laughter.

You look at Atsumu and you can see he has one hand on his mouth as if trying to spare you your last ounce of dignity.

"I told you not to laugh at me!"

"I'm not!"

"W-well.. well... the only reason why I bought that one is because Omi's are out of stock!"

Aaaaaand that spared last ounce of dignity you have is finally gone.

"Suuuuuure, babe."

The audacity!

You were about to leave his ass and save yourself from further humiliation when he grabs you and gives you a sweet, loud kiss on the cheeks.

“I'm not laughing at you, I swear."

"Uh-huuuh.." you say as you roll your eyes.

"I'm not. I think it's kind of cute."

Atsumu wasn’t meant to find out. Honestly, he doesn’t even know how far you were willing to go just to hide this from him. Were you actually just going to remove it every time you were with him?

Nonetheless, he’s glad he found out this little secret of yours. It reminds him of how much you love how far he’s made it too.

You look at him and see a pair of soft, thankful eyes looking back at you. Maybe it was dumb of you to be embarrassed about having a printed phone case of your own boyfriend. You can’t help but return a smile of your own.

“Can’t believe my girl is such a fan!”

But his big mouth just likes ruining the moment.

“Are you in any fan clubs?”

“What?? No!”

“Want me to autograph anything for you? Hmm?”

“SHUT UP!”

(02/11/2022)

[novaflair]

pairing: suna x f!reader // cw: fluff, drabble // wc: 356

Rintaro Suna did not pursue college after the two of you graduated high school and he decided to go pro. You did though, and a Bachelor’s at that. And even though you knew it would be hard, dating a pro-athlete while juggling all your class requirements is actually a lot harder than you thought. And during the hardest moments, you sometimes think that if only he went to college with you, shit could have been a lot easier, and you’d even have this romantic campus love story you’ll tell your children’s children one day.

But you were supportive of his choices, and so was he with yours. So despite the lack of quality time, and the bubbling insecurities (from both of you– as you just hate his flirty fans, and he worries sometimes that one day you might leave him for a higher educated man), you and Suna made it work.

Years passed and he’s sitting with the audience in semi-formal attire, looking dashing as hell, and he watches you walk through the stage with the proudest smile on his face. He admires how you look in your blue dress and black toga, and despite the light makeup on, to him you look like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Suna has been with you through it all– through the breakdowns and late night studying, encouraging you while he hands you your nth cup of coffee at 2 in the morning. And you were with him through the wins, and the losses, and you cheer him on the loudest to overpower his obnoxious fangirls, wearing his Inarizaki jersey instead of an EJP one because it’s one-of-a-kind and only you have the honor of wearing it, while having the Raijin team logo and his jersey number painted all over your arms and cheeks.

You run to him after the ceremony as he catches you and gives you his congrats. You miss the knowing looks he shares with your parents regarding a certain black velvet box at the back of his pocket, and he hopes you’ll let him continue supporting you for the rest of your lives.

a/n: this was originally posted as a drabble/ask to ms. augustine (@/augustinewrites) and was inspired by her suna x reader ‘enchanted to meet you’ drabble <3 she writes the most tear-jerking fics and I highly recommend you add her works to your “top things I should read before I die” <33

(02/13/2022)

[novaflair]

unopened letters

–an atsumu valentine drabble

pairing: atsumu x f!reader // cw: fluff, drabble, idiotic pining, mutual pining? // wc: 922

"What are you doing?"

Atsumu hastily turns his body upon hearing a voice behind him, a hand on his chest from almost having a heart attack.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” he shouts in a whisper.

“What are you doing?” Suna asks again unbothered.

“I… I–uh…”

Atsumu is stuttering like an idiot now and his cheeks are beginning to turn red. He was hiding behind the wall adjacent to the school lockers.

Suna leans slightly to the right, intrigued by whatever is causing Atsumu to act more stupid than ever.

And he sees you there talking vibrantly to a friend. Suna’s got to admit, you were definitely a pretty one, not the obnoxious kind of in-over-her-head pretty. Not even the popular kind of pretty. Just pretty and down-to-earth. Suna nods once in understanding…

“Tsk.. Creepy…” he mutters under his breath.

Atsumu lets out an audible gasp.

“S’not creepy!”

“You’re hiding behind a wall while watching her.”

“That doesn’t make me a creep! I’m merely just observing–”

“Spying..”

“–from afar.”

“Stalking..”

“Ah shut it!” then Atsumu proceeds to “observe” you from his place as you talk to your friend, a sweet smile on your face enough to make him go insane.

He watches you as you open your locker, and an excited spark forms in his eyes.

“Did you leave something in her locker?”

Suna is now positioned the same as Atsumu’s, more invested in the situation now than he was a few minutes ago.

Atsumu doesn’t answer because he doesn’t want to miss your reaction. He focuses on you, but once you opened your locker, he felt his shoulder slump.

Suddenly, his confession letter is mixed with a few dozen that fell on the floor. He sees your face blush as you try and pick them up, your friend just standing there giggling clearly amused as she watches you in a frenzy.

Of course, you’ll get more than just his letter. Today is Valentine’s Day. The day when most pining idiots miraculously grew some balls.

And now Atsumu mentally scolds himself for not growing his own pair much sooner.

Atsumu lets out a deep sigh, and Suna just watches his friend with a sympathetic look

They both leave their ‘observing’ post and just when they are about to turn a corner, Atsumu is suddenly face to face with you.

He freezes. Today’s clearly not his day.

His cheeks are burning and words are caught in his throat (and Suna mentally face-palms). But you save him from hurting himself by speaking first.

“This is from you right?”

“H-how did ya know?”

The letter’s not even opened yet.

“I see you doodle, uhhh– names… on your notebook sometimes..”

Names?

N-names?

Uh.. fuck….

“.......”

“I’m kinda familiar with the handwriting now,” you continue with a small smile, a light blush forming on your own cheeks.

Atsumu is freaking out on the inside. Familiar? Of course you are, since it’s your name that he usually (always) writes. In the very same way he wrote it on the folds of his letter. How embarrassing!

“O-oh….…” He just can’t help but feel so nervous and it actually takes a lot for him to calm his heart and breathing whenever he even just catches a glimpse of you.

It’s been a long year of idiotic pining. He doesn’t understand, for now at least, why he feels this way about you. You were just not only a different kind of pretty, you were also a different kind of special.

Atsumu guesses that’s an obvious fact, not only to him, but apparently to some other guys as well.

Inferiority suddenly envelops Atsumu. He hears the way people talk about him. And now he feels so stupid– why did he even try?

“It’s nothing special.. You should just throw it away….”

“Uhh, no, I don’t think I want to,” you say with a giggle.

“I think I’ll read it later though…. Maybe.. After you walk me home?”

He looks at you with a stunned expression, cheeks burning more than before.

Did he hear you right?

Suna interferes now, slapping the back of his head as to not leave you hanging.

“Unless you have practice of course! You could be busy, I’m—”

“Sure!”

He slaps a hand over his mouth, he sounded too enthusiastic for his own good.

“Great! I’ll see you after school,” you say as you walk past him and give him a wide, sweet smile.

Atsumu waves at you weakly and looking a little love-struck...

—Until Suna slaps the back of his head again.

“Ow! What now?!”

“You looked weird… It’s disturbing..”

“Oh, shut up. You’re just jealous I got a date,” Atsumu says with his chin up as they start walking.

“Irrelevant. One, you’re just walking her home; two, she asked you, not you her. Wouldn’t be jealous of something you were too scared to do.”

Atsumu shoots a glare at his blunt teammate, but then he thinks, “What am I gonna tell Kita though?”

“Pretty sure he wouldn’t mind you missing one practice.”

“Ya think?”

“Yeah, yeah. He’s seen you be a dolt too many times he’s probably gonna be relieved she made a move.”

“Oh, screw you Sunarin!”

Meanwhile, on your way to your next class, you unconsciously listen to your friend talk your ears off about your super sweet but super awkward encounter with Atsumu. You could still feel your heart beating hard and fast, and you clutch two unopened letters against your chest, in which one, was addressed to him.

You smile to yourself, and you feel a ray of positivity dwell in your heart.

You couldn't wait for Valentine's Day next year.

a/n: I knoooow, valentine's is over.... I am literally 5 days late lmao... but I still wanted to post one for it.. I have a few more ideas for the other boys, that hopefully I can finish and post as well :) I'd also like to thank everyone who left sweet words about my past writings.. I have put an explanation on my pinned post why I don't respond, but know that I appreciate it all! <3 I didn't expect all those reactions, seeing as I'm not very active in posting, but nonetheless, I am grateful <3

I hope everyone is well and loved!

(02/19/2022)

[novaflair]

one lily

–an akaashi valentine drabble

pairing: k. akaashi x f!reader // cw: fluff, drabble, jealousy? a lil' angsty in the beginning? // wc: 858

“What do you have there?”

“Uhh.. flowers?”

“Really? From who?”

Your face is red now. Do you dare tell him?

“Just.. just from someone..”

“Someone?”

“Y-yeah…”

Akaashi stares at you now, a little curious, but definitely trying his best not to snatch those three batty looking purple lilies you have in your hands and burn it.

Even got your favorite….

He’s jealous, he admits, but not out loud, because he doesn’t have the right to be.

Why would he be when you weren’t his?

Suddenly he feels a little bit of anguish now rather than jealousy.

Is he too late?

“Oh.. Cool… Do you– do you like him?”

Did he really just ask?

“Uh, who?”

“The one who gave you the flowers..”

“Oh.. Uh…”

And you are redder than before now.

If Akaashi didn’t know you well, he would say you’re probably just blushing from the flattery of having an admirer. But you behaving like this, feels like you are…. Embarrassed…

But why? Akaashi thinks.

Until he calms his heart and works his head.

“Does this ‘someone’ have a name?”

“Uhh.. y-yeah.. Of course… Duh?”

“Y/n..”

“Akaashi?”

“Who gave these to you?”

And so you burst…

“Cana..”

“Cana?”

Your bestfriend?

Your bestfriend.. Who is a girl?

“She gave you the flowers?”

You look at Akaashi while he blinks at you, utter confusion written all over his pretty face.

You let out a heavy sigh… Couldn’t take the humiliation anymore..

“Yes.. Cana gave me the flowers..”

Should Akaashi be worried?

“I gave her flowers too…”

Too? Does this mean…?

“We exchanged… flowers..”

“..... Exchanged?”

“YES! Aaaargh!”

“......”

“Cana and I were too single for Valentine’s day so we decided to give each other flowers… We bought each other’s favorites and pretended… that.. It.. was from…. A boyfriend…”

Akaashi just stares, doesn’t even laugh, but he couldn’t help but smile from the sudden relief he feels.

You took his pretty smile the wrong way though.

“You can laugh, Keiji! It’s funny, yes. But you know what? I’m okay! I at least have a sister to do stupid, petty, romantic things like this with. In fact, we decided that today can also be Single’s Awareness Day and that should be okay– mmph!”

Your blubbering suddenly gets cut off when you felt Akaashi’s lips against yours.

Your eyes are wide, and your heart beats erratically.

You like Akaashi, always have, but never admit it out loud. You’ve liked him for so long now that maybe it’s why you were a little bitter and making a big deal out of today to the point of plotting with a friend, purchasing some flowers in order to get a reaction from him.

Stupid, petty indeed.

You still feel a little dizzy when he stops kissing you.

“Keiji?”

“I like you..”

“Huh?”

“Be my Valentine’s date?”

“Oh..” You’re red again, and this time Akaashi knows it’s blushing from an admirer. Doesn’t help that this admirer is in the form of the beautiful setter in front of you.

You smile at him, but you freeze upon a realization..

“Oh.. OH– No..”

“No?”

“NO!”

And Akaashi feels his chest tighten.

“NO!! I mean no I can’t because Cana! But yes, I want to be your Valentine! I like you too, Keiji!”

You were certainly a mess.

And this time Akaashi laughs, not mockingly though.

And you smile, because you know Akaashi enough to know that even the sound of his laugh right now means he’s happy that you did not just turn him away.

“What about Cana though?”

“Ahh.. We promised we’d go out for dinner… ‘Cause you know, Single’s Awareness Day..”

“But you’re not single anymore?”

You feel elated, ecstatic, the flutters in your stomach just wouldn’t stop..

But you refute anyway…

“From what I recall.. I was asked to be a Valentine’s date.. Not a girlfriend..”

Akaashi chuckles at your reply. It’s this kind of comforting back-and-forth deliberation that has him so enthralled by you. Really no one has him crave a presence like yours.

You’re calmer this time, way different from the nervous wreck you were a few moments ago.

“You’re right. So tell you what? So we don’t disappoint and unintentionally hurt Cana, you can be single for today. Then tomorrow… “

Akaashi stands in front of you with much sincerity in his eyes.

“.... Can I take you out for post-Valentine’s coffee?”

“...”

“Then… I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.”

He smiles at you. The sweetest smile you have ever seen him make. And it’s all for you.

“Okay.”

And you smile back at him with the softest one that Akaashi loves seeing form in your pretty face.

“Where are you meeting her?”

“The ramen shop around the next block..”

“Walk you there?”

“Sure,” you say, as Akaashi takes your hand in his.

Akaashi doesn’t kiss you again before you walk inside the shop. Instead he squeezes your hand as he reminds you of your date tomorrow.

Akaashi however, kisses you the next day, when he pulls your hand back, before you walk inside your house. You hold just one, single purple lily, as a symbol of your first date, and you as his first love.

a/n: my first Akaashi post, yay! <3 a few notes here and there:

1. I have read somewhere before that the number of flowers you give also means something, much like types and color. one flower means "only" (like only one, only you) and is advised as the best number to give on the first date. headcannon that Akaashi read that from somewhere too and took it to heart lol.

1.1 the number of flowers thing actually inspires me to do a follow-up to this, as it also means "after all these years you're still the one".. idk maybe I'll put it up my wips :)

2. the scenario of the friends buying flowers for each other on valentine's day is actually inspired by my close roommate and I back in college, but for a different reason than the reader's (we were not making anyone jealous). back then, shit was so serious (maybe even now) that there were flowers and candles and banners being set up around campus and it was annoying as fuck. but we still did not want to feel left out so we did that haha. petty, petty, but it was funny to do. the single's awareness thing was also something that was made up and celebrated by us xD

3. purple lilies are my favorite <3

I hope you guys like this one!!

(02/20/2022)