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[alienaiver]

Multiple gold medals 🥇

Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

synopsis: athlete is a noun. it is the person who is involved in the physical activity of sport or containing that agile quality. athletic is an adjective meaning physically active. you are neither, at least according to your rude boyfriend.

tags: summer olympics 2024, fluff, sfw, established relationship, banter and playfighting, canon compliant-ish, post-timeskip, no use y/n, humor, poc and body positive reader tho reader is Not sporty, one shot warnings: theres a minor-minor description of tickling/blowing a raspberry. otherwise, none! wordcount: 1.2k

notes: written for @tetzoro 's summer olympics collab! this was so fun. ive probably watched a total of six minutes of the olympics this year, i apologize 😔👊🏽 i love a good banter, tho. i hope i delivered!!! ✨

You throw an M&M up in the air to catch with your mouth, but it lands sadly on your collarbone before sliding down by your neck, lost underneath you between the throw pillows. You mentally promise Kuroo to pick it up as soon as you get up for water.

It’s your day off and you’re beat. The heat is nothing to scoff at, either; the humidity making any endeavors outside of the apartment walls virtually impossible.

Well, to you at least. Kuroo’s on a convenience store run to pick up as many snacks as he’s able to carry, and your favorite milk tea. The men’s volleyball game in the Olympics is tonight, Argentina against Japan. He’s been buzzing ever since they qualified for the finale. As much as you love to listen to him yap, his excitement is only working to make you impatient for something you didn’t think you’d care that much about.

Volleyball’s never been your strong interest. Sport in general isn’t high on your list, actually. It wasn’t until you met Kuroo that you even began watching the Olympics at all.

Right now the Olympics are on, too. It’s been on most of the days when either of you occupy his home, and right now it’s time for the Men’s Single luge. You’ve never heard of it before, but it’s a sort of sled competition in an ice tube sort of field.

You’re about to throw the next M&M into your mouth when the door clicks open. “I’m back!” you hear Kuroo yell out, and you greet him back before eating the candy. You hear him sit down by the genkan to take off his shoes; he firmly refuses to toe his new sneakers on and off like his old ones. It ruins the structure of the back quicker, he claims. He wants to be more environmentally conscious and take better care of his things.

He groans as he comes in, wiping his neck and collar with his handkerchief. You smile up at him, admiring the way his bangs stick to his forehead from the perspiration. On his shoulder hangs his tote bags, brimming with contents you can’t wait to dive into. When you reach out for it, he yells, “ah!” and pulls it dramatically away from your reach.

“It’s for tonight!” he huffs, puffing up his chest and jutting out his bottom lip. You shake your head, “just lemme see! Gimme an unboxing, at least!” you make grabby-hands at him, and he throws his head back, “nuh-uh. I’m putting it in the kitchen for later. You need a real dinner first, too.”

You fall back onto the couch with a huff, “as if you’ll be able to eat anything during the match anyways.”

“What was that?” he calls back tersely from the kitchen but you just blow air out through your nose, “nothing.”

As in defiance of him restricting you, you put four M&M’s in your mouth at the same time.

Just to prove a point.

He comes back out after he’s washed his face, and leans against your head, “what’s on now?”

He kisses your cheek.

“Luge.”

“Huh?”

“Sled.”

“Ah.”

He jumps the backrest of the couch to land next to you, and you laugh and dodge the arm that almost pulls your head down with his entire weight. The plastic of the M&M’s container crinkles as you lift it to offer him some. Instead of reaching for it like a normal person, he pushes his face into the bag like a freak, and you pull it away with a screech. He looks proud when he looks up, crunching loudly to prove he succeeded in getting a few.

You take a handful before you put the bag on the table and cuddle up to your boyfriend. He sighs as he settles with an arm around you and you start to watch the games silently.

There’s an awkward sort of silence from the commentators as the athletes ride on their sleds, like they’re holding their breath and waiting for something spectacular to happen at every turn, but it’s pretty straightforward. Technical, sure, but straightforward nonetheless. It’s only during the sharp turns that they really say anything, and it’s without much substance. It doesn’t really give a fair idea on how much skill is needed to do this.

You throw an M&M and succeed in catching it. “I could do that.” you conclude after a person reaches the goal, the successful catch fueling your ego. Kuroo doesn’t even spare you a glance or a visible reaction, “sure.”

You playfully punch at his thigh, “I totally could! It’s just downhill.”

Kuroo snorts, “yeah, then to the left in a sharp turn and oh! Right after that another sharp turn. I’d sooner see you crash walking up the stairs to the ice tube.”

You gasp in offense and sit up, shaking off his arm from your shoulder, “excuse me!” you say, your voice high-pitched and scratchy. Kuroo gives you one of his handsome, disarming, lop-sided smirks that you almost fall for, before you catch yourself.

He reaches out for you again but you move further away, “have you no confidence in me?” you mock-cry, giving him a look of absolute disgust, “are you all talk? Lowering the net for people to enjoy your favorite sport, but you don’t care about other athletics like me? Huh?” you cross your arms and pout, and Kuroo snickers at your choice of words before he leans his head back onto the backrest. Athletics.

“You can barely catch a stray piece of candy you throw yourself.”

You gasp, and point to the bag of M&M’s, “you saw me catching one just a minute ago!”

Kuroo lifts his arm, his hand closed in a fist. You follow his movement as he reaches out for you, turns the fist and reveals a half-melted M&M in his open palm, “there’s like six of them between these pillows right now.”

You raise an eyebrow, “so? That’s from when you stuck your head in the bag like a pig.” your exaggerated lie makes him nod thoughtfully, “yeah, yeah, I’m sure you’re right. You’d win, but not at luge.”

Your eyes open up, excitement visible as you lean forward, “what sport do you see me winning?”

Kuroo keeps his face neutral as he collects the fallen heroes of candy you've sacrificed to throw out, “you’d win a various of games, actually. You’d be the gold winner in all of them, even.”

You lean forward even more, and he laughs then, “qualifications for sports like overthinking situations that happened years ago, jumping to conclusions and complaining about your stomach hurting after eating dairy”- he’s interrupted when you push all the way onto him with your entire weight, smashing your face into his chest and immediately blowing a raspberry -”and best of all,” he laughs and feebly tries to push you away as you try to reach his neck to give it the same treatment, “being delusional on main, and hey! Stop it!”

He’s pushing at you more desperately now, unwilling to let you attack him directly on the skin. There’s mirth in his voice still and you giggle before you succeed. He howls and grabs onto your shoulders, “I yield! I yield! Fine! You’d win in luge!”

You pull away immediately as he yields, a satisfied grin on your face. “Hmph, now that wasn’t so hard, was it? To recognize talent for what it is.” you turn around and situate yourself again up against him and he lets out a chuckle as he kisses the crown of your head and wraps his arms around you.

After a moment of just resting his own head against yours, he asks, suddenly serious, “do you wanna try luge one day? There’s also luges for doubles. There’s a stadium for it downtown.”

“Oh, never in a million years.”

[alienaiver]

Proposals Plus One

Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader

warnings: spoilers and references to Godzilla Minus One, it is gender neutral but you are being proposed to ! <3 also iwa gives oikawa the finger if thats not ur thing wordcount: 2.4k content: FLUFF, proposals, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly and body positive reader, Childhood friends to lovers trope, SFW, No use of y/n, canon compliant, post-timeskip, one-shot, established relationship, use of honorifics (iwa-chan is the only one, by oikawa of course), this was supposed to be a drabble hi, also oikawa appears at 5ish am in argentina, i salute him for his dedicated friendship

notes: when i describe iwaizumi watching the movie i basically just described myself LMFAO!!! anyways.. i wanted this to be a let-iwaizumi-experience-my-favorite-movie but it turned into... this! i hope u enjoy heheh <:) <33 PLEASE enjoy my title pun as a reference to Godzilla Minus One!!!!!

Iwaizumi’s hands are not still for more than a few seconds at a time during the little more than two hours you spend in the cinema. They shift between grasping onto his soda or taking the popcorn from you – only to put them back onto your lap, or grasp onto your hand like his life depends on it. Especially during the big, cinematic scenes. When Godzilla starts to charge the atomic beam attack, you hear him take a sharp intake and lean into you, like he really can’t contain his own mortal vessel.

It’s really cute.

You’re glad he brought you along with him, even if you’d been hesitant to begin with.

“Oikawa always goes with you,” you tried to argue, “I don’t want to take his spot.”

Iwaizumi had lowered his gaze and tried to hide his expression when he admitted that Oikawa wouldn’t be in Japan for the release. You genuinely thought he would, so you couldn’t hide the surprise at the admission. “So… you’re not imposing yourself.” he’d grunted afterwards and got up from the dining table, “but you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

Whenever there’s a big action scene, like when Noriko falls from the open and destroyed train free-fall into a pool of water or when Godzilla destroys the cinema, he leans forward in his seat before he looks at you and even through a dim cinema with lights only emitting from the screen, you can see the stars reflecting in his eyes, his mouth open in a smile you don’t see often on him. Like he can’t really believe what he’s seeing, and he’s checking with you to confirm it.

When the credits starts rolling and people start to leave, your boyfriend puts his palms on his temples as he uses a moment to process what he’s just seen. Then, very slowly like he’s edited into slow-motion he turns towards you. His eyes are wide and his mouth slack, but the more you get into view, the more the corners of his lips tugs upwards.

You laugh and grip his upper arm, squeeze it lightly, “was it everything you needed the 70th anniversary to be?”

The look he gives you is perplexed; almost like he can’t believe that you’re asking him that. He drags his hands down his face, dragging the skin with him and making a grimace, “what’s the time?” he then suddenly ask, real time seemingly catching up to his body as he hurries to check his watch.

“It’ll roll again at 6! That’s in 45 minutes! We can grab a quick bite and then”- he interrupts himself with a cough before he reminds himself and tenses his shoulders -”sorry, we have a reservation.”

You take him in for a minute, your underlip worried between your teeth as you weigh your options. The reservation isn’t important in and of itself; it’s just a small Yakiniku place that ended up being close to the cinema and you’re full from the popcorn and candy anyways.

You hum, dramatically as you pretend to be an actor for the effect. Iwaizumi’s already on his phone, checking the Google Maps route to the restaurant. You fish out your own phone and go to the cinema’s website to buy two new tickets. During the booking you see it’ll be shown in another of their screens, which only makes you smile mischievously.

When the booking’s confirmed, you start to get up with a sigh, “let’s talk about the movie at the restaurant, yeah?” you try to keep yourself neutral as to not give away your plan. Iwaizumi smiles and puts his arms through the sleeves of his light jean jacket. The summer heat is peaking, so he’d only worn it to have pockets.

You grab onto his hand and squeeze it as he gets up next to you, “thank you for coming with me, it means a lot.”

You kiss his him chaste on the lips before you start to drag him out. After you’ve both been by the bathroom, you pass by the snacks and tug at him, “can we go back in real quick? I really regretted not buying that chocolate bar when we browsed before the movie… please?”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes at you but smiles widely and follows you, his other hand already searching his pocket for his wallet.

You grab two different chocolate bars, one you know that he likes and your own favorite. Then you go to the soda aisle and pretend to think it through deeply. Iwaizumi’s eyebrow perks up at your behavior, “what do you need soda for? The restaurant will have drinks. If you want something specific we can pick it up on the way home.”

You shake your head and tighten your lips into a frown, “yeah but look! They have this fun variant of melon soda. Don’t you want to taste?” you point to the small sign next to it, “it’s cinema exclusive.”

Iwaizumi is never really able to say no to you, but he is perplexed about the behavior you’re exhibiting. You bite your lip as you give him a pleading look, fearing your luck’s running out. The puppy eyes makes him shake his head and grab two cups to fill. You kiss his cheek with a laugh.

With renewed drinks and snacks (minus the popcorn, you can still feel the kernels stuck to your teeth) you go to sit down by one of their benches, pretending to tie your laces. Iwaizumi sees that your laces aren’t untied, but he stays quiet.

When you sit back up with a satisfied grunt, you grab your phone from your purse and find the tickets, “look babe! We’re in the middle row seats!”

He squints to look properly at what you’re showing him, his nose crinkling in a way you think is adorable. You wish you’d had a second phone to secretly record this reaction. There’s nothing like it. Warmth and blood rises to his face and makes his ears bright red as his eyes widen, mouth hanging slack.

“What did you- how… when did you?” he asks, clutching at his hair with his free hand. You laugh, proud to see him with revived excitement, “I booked them right after. We’re going to have so many snacks that dinner can be a little later… I’d rather experience that with you than that restaurant!”

Iwaizumi pulls back from you a little with a laugh as he drags his hand over his mouth, suddenly looking unsure of himself. You tilt your head to the side. He says, “but that restaurant’s really… uh… special.” You sigh and reach out for his hand, “yeah but you’re more special to me. We can always go some other time, right?”

You’re suddenly afraid he doesn’t want to watch it again, that it was just the adrenaline of excitement making him say it back when the credits where rolling. He mutters unintelligible words under his breath before he mumbles an announcement, “well now’s a good as time as any.”

He then looks at you, the blush returning as he puts the drinks and snacks down next to yours on the bench, “I uh- I need to call Shittykawa real quick.”

Your eyebrow quirks up at that, but you nod. Maybe he wants to tell him about the movie before you watch it again; this used to be their thing growing up after all.

You sit back down on the bench and take out your phone, scrolling through social media as you wait for him to make his call. You’re surprised when the sound of a FaceTime call starts ringing through the air and Iwaizumi looks annoyed. It’s not an uncommon expression on him, so you’re not sure you’re able to decipher the meaning behind it right now.

“Iwa-chan? That’s early! Doesn’t it take 10 minutes to the restaurant?” Oikawa gasps on the other end, “no way, did you get cold feet!? Iwa-chan!!” he suddenly scolds and Iwaizumi grunts out a shut up and you assume point the camera towards you because Oikawa’s voice greets you, strained and perfectly polite. It’s eerily unnatural when acted towards you and not a fan. Confused, you just wave at him and Oikawa gasps again. “In the cinema? That wasn’t the plan at all! Did you already do it?” he continues on, and you make a grimace to Iwaizumi. What the hell is he talking about?

Iwaizumi snaps at Oikawa and hurriedly moves out of earshot from you, mumbling into the phone. Then he comes back with his back straightened´up and stiff, legs seemingly wobbly under his weight. He puts his phone with Oikawa on the call up against the plant next to you, pointing it towards you. You can see Oikawa lying on his stomach on a bed, eye masks on and no light except for the screen – Argentina’s far behind Japan after all. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he’s jogged back in front of you and practically falls to his knee in front of you, wincing from the pain of landing unexpectedly hard.

You think you’re catching on.

Your breath catches in your throat as you keep your eyes locked onto the man in front of you, suddenly fearing he’ll disappear into thin air and that this is just a dream.

Iwaizumi clears his throat and opens his mouth to start talking before he catches himself and hastily goes through his pockets. He pats the chest pocket an extra time before his nimble fingers slide inside and come out with a blue velvet box. Your hands go to cover your mouth, because it’s the same color as Aoba Johsai’s turquoise.

“Why’d you choose Seijoh?” an angry-looking 15-year-old from your new class asked you during the rounds where you’re supposed to get to know each other. With a strained smile you admit sheepishly, “I loved the colors of the school’s volley uniform.”

When he sees your expression he laughs, “I planned to do this at the restaurant – but you willingly choosing to go to the cinema to watch my … uh, my thing, not once but twice. And in a day no less, well…” he clears his throat and looks away, “it kinda knocked me off my feet. I’ve known for a long time this was going to happen but… when you showed me your phone with that excited expression that I love? It’s like… well, it was like the entire universe conspired to confirm that it has to be you… you know?”

He shakes his head and apologizes for sounding so cheesy before he drags a hand through his spikes. When he looks directly into your eyes after gathering himself, you straighten your back and start nodding. He hasn’t even asked you yet but your legs are shaking with the intense feeling of your response.

He laughs when he sees you nod. The raspy and relaxed one, reserved for you. You stare at each other for a time, admiring each other’s eyes and being in this moment, this time in life carved for the two of you. Then he shakes his head and starts to open his mouth. It must take too long though, because your shared childhood menace of a best friend starts booing. You both look to him and Iwaizumi has a scolding ready on his tongue until he sees the fat tears shining on his screen, Oikawa’s nose red and wrinkled.

Iwaizumi decides to simply give him the middle finger before he turns back to you. He says your name with an embarrassed lilt to his tone and finally, at last, formally asks you;

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

You laugh, unabashed and excited. In your bewilderment you shake your head in disbelief and the raw fear in Iwaizumi’s eyes makes you flinch and yell out a too loud “yes!” to make sure that you were merely reacting to the overwhelming situation in front of you.

People in the cinema are looking, silently clapping and smiling at you both but generally keeping a polite distance. You sniffle and lean towards Iwaizumi, foregoing the ring to fall into his arms. It takes him a moment to process before his arms wraps around you too, pulling you into him so tightly, shaky breaths leaving him as he keeps pawing at your back, your hair, your neck. Like he can’t really believe this is happening, either. You repeat the word “yes” like a prayer, your heart thrumming at intervals you’ve never tried before.

You pull back and wipe a tear from Iwaizumi’s cheek, “you better calm down before we watch it again, huh?”

Oikawa clears his throat from the phone, “the ring, Iwa-chan! The ring!”

Iwaizumi gathers himself and rather forcefully grabs onto your hand before apologizing, letting his finger caress your knuckles in apology. You let him, and he fumbles to get the ring out. It’s a simple one, so very like him. Oikawa chimes in with your exact thought, “he was so panicky at the jeweler! You should’ve seen him!”

You wish you had. Flustered Iwaizumi is your favorite flavor, but seeing him with shaky fingers fitting the ring onto your finger, warms you more than anything else.

You perk up, “is your war finished?” you ask and Iwaizumi’s eyebrow rise for a second before he hears the reference to the movie you just watched and beams, eyes glowing with an excitement you didn’t think could be topped moments before. He leans forward and says yes before he kisses you.

Oikawa cheers and you hurry to pick up his phone and show Oikawa the ring in detail, “you could’ve warned me!” you scold him and he shrugs, “eh, I honestly thought you already knew. And don’t worry, I took plenty of screenshots for your families and friends. There’s even a pretty romantic shot of you hurling yourself into his arms.”

You gasp in feigned insult, “I did not hurl myself!”

Iwaizumi stands before you with his hands in his pockets, a bright smile, “you did kinda hurl yourself.”

“Shut up! Both of you! I’m not taking you into the movie with me! I’m canceling your ticket!”

Iwaizumi pretends to panic but leans down to rest his forehead against you, “you can hurl yourself at me for the rest of my life, I don’t mind. Don’t listen to Shittykawa.”

You shake your head at your two friends.

No, your friend and your fiance. It feels surreal. You wonder how long it’ll take you to get used to. You can’t wait to spend the time finding out.

[alienaiver]

Masterlist for 'Domestic Life with Suna' which is a small series including warm, domestic moments during your marriage with Suna Rintarou. You're buying appliances, going to family gatherings and fixing up your freshly bought house!

They can all be read separately, but exist within the same universe <3 They're all genderneutral, body positive and poc friendly ✨

link to the AO3 series!

Part one: FV90BNS2BE

Adult life is scary, especially when it requires big adult decisions like proper appliances! Should you go for a cheap one that sucks up electricity? Would a washer-dryer be effective? It's a good thing you have Suna by your side as support.

Part two: Gubbön to my Poäng

Decorating your shared house can have mixed responses about each other's taste. Are rocking chairs terrible or will they be an acceptable piece of furniture in your home?

Part three: A Christmas Surprise

It's time for the Suna family's annual gathering. This is just a regular old holiday celebration, right?

Part four: Rotisserie Chicken

There's something about keeping old furniture even if it is IKEA; fixing it up takes some will and surprises and secrets are uncovered. The banter between you never stops.

+ more to come! thank you <3

© alienaiver 2024.

[alienaiver]

"scoot over."

iwaizumi looks at you as a confused grunt leaves him, his body unmoving from where it's settled in the nest of your pillows. you pout, "scoot over, haji."

"hah?" his eyebrows raise as he sits back up on his elbows to look at you, your head resting in your palm as you're turned towards him. he wants to admire your pyjama's and settle his beating heart from going into overdrive, wants to have an emotional reaction to you using his first name (and a nickname) for the first time, but your unusual demand is keeping him from it, "don't you wanna cuddle?" he asks then and you sigh before you let your head hit your pillow, "bacon sleeps on that part of my pillow."

his eyes widen at you. really? you're sleeping next to the each other for the first time and you're worried about the cat? iwaizumi accidentally scoffs and prepares a gruff joke but the glare you immediately send his way stops him. "he doesn't like you very much to begin with, i think you should be careful about hogging his spot, too. he's very particular."

iwaizumi lets his head hit the pillow too with a sigh and it isn't until you hear the all too familiar sound of iwaizumi's rival, bacon, enter the stage. you coo at him as he crawls over iwaizumi (he didn't need his ribs, anyways) to settle. the cat stops and sends a curious gaze at the situation in front of him. if iwaizumi knew cats better, he'd say it was challenging him. you laugh and push at iwaizumi, "c'mon haji, scoot. he's waiting."

he gives the cat his best glare before he grumbles out unintelligible words and moves towards the edge of the bed. the cat wastes no time in crawling over to its designated spot and settles with you scratching its back. to iwaizumi's surprise, bacon settles with his face turned towards him, his eyes unblinking and unmoving as they watch iwaizumi. as if waiting for him to leave. what a deeply unsettling cat.

iwaizumi hears you giggle as you blindly reach for his hand, "i'm sorry. i promise he'll get used to you soon enough. if it's any consolation, he'll probably go for the foot of the bed in a few hours."

a few hours.

how wonderful. iwaizumi grips onto your hand as well and squeezes, "you're lucky i love you."

and then there's silent. he's unsure if you already fell asleep, straining his ears to listen after your breathing. he's about to say your name when your breath hitches and you punch his hip, "you can't just say it like that so casually! oh my god i stopped breathing for a second!"

iwaizumi's eyes are wide as he tries to make out your silhouette in the dark. he can faintly see you hiding your face in the fur of your cat as its now your turn to mumble unintelligible sounds.

then it dawns on him and he can't help but laugh from the bottom of his stomach as he holds a hand to his own face.

you're the first partner he's ever said it to.

the cat jumps up and leaves the bed. he didn't need his organs either, he faintly thinks as it uses him as its jumping point to leave. you scoot to hide in iwaizumi's chest, "i love you too, y'know."

he wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head, trying to control the happiness and warmth inside of him at your words.

he can live with bacon, if he gets you.

[alienaiver]

Rotisserie Chicken

Suna Rintarou x gn!reader

warnings: none! this is pure fluff wordcount: 1.2k content: fluff, SFW, genderneutral reader, bodypositive and poc friendly reader, domestic fluff, established relationship, post-timeskip, canon compliant, not beta'd, youre married and pretty handy in regards to like. building stuff LMAO, light humor and banter, no use of y/n, i googled rotisserie chicken a thousand times to make sure i spelled it correctly. it looks wrong no matter what i do

notes: this is part four of my domestic life with suna series! i should really make a masterpost actually. anyways, your 10 year old bed that you lovingly bought together at the start of the relationship is creaking; you fix it. suna has his thoughts and secrets are uncovered!

go to part 1, 2, 3 (but can be read as a stand-alone)

Suna walks into your bedroom with a cold bottle of tea in his hand and his phone in the other, eyeing you for only a moment before throwing himself onto the recliner in the corner. You’ve been forced to take PTO days before they expire and so the recliner, dubbed the Laundry Chair, is actually available to sit on. Suna doesn’t hesitate.

Silently, he lifts his phone to stare into the screen again, making a point out of not commenting on your work. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees you popping up from behind the bed frame to see if he’s looking at you. When he isn’t, you pop back down and fiddle with the screws. Profanities have been said because your small power drill hasn’t been charged over night like you planned yesterday (you forgot to turn on the outlet itself before joining Suna on the couch for a late night Netflix evening).

He knows that you’re hoping for an offer of his drink but he’s as stubborn as you are; you’re fully capable of asking, he reasons. You grumble out some more words before you turn to the next screw. He bites the bullet, “why, oh, why has the mattress been lifted from my perfectly functioning bed?”

The way your head rises up and your smile beaming has him rolling his eyes already, “I’m just tightening the screws. The creaking is making me insane.”

“Oh?” he says, unscrewing his bottle, “I find the clown bicycle honks kinda hot when you do your half-hourly rotating.”

You narrow your eyes but before you can speak he continues, “I wonder who would’ve been correct in saying that IKEA furniture that’s been disassembled before is shit. Who could’ve saved us the trouble?” He looks to the ceiling and around the room before his eyes lands directly on yours, “that’s right. Me.” he says dryly, challenging you with a raised eyebrow.

You snort before you turn back to your task at hand, the mattress balanced hazardously up against the walk-in closet that’s currently half-open. Not a dangerous thing at all, no, he observes to himself.

After a moment of silence you forego his scolding and ask, “what the hell do you mean half-hourly rotating? Who does that?”

He scrolls social media as he chuckles, "you. You do that. Like a little rotisserie chicken but instead it’s all natural, no electrical wires needed.”

The wide stare you give him is enough to make him crack a smile, eyes still theatrically trained on his screen. “Is that why I’m called rotisserie chicken on your fucking phone!?”

Bingo. Suna sits up straighter with as neutral a smile as possible, stretching his arms above him, “of course. Everyone knows I call you that.”

“Everyone!?” you shriek, completely forgetting about the screws that urgently needed tightening only a few short minutes ago. Suna groans from the stretch, “yeah, my boss ate it up.”

“Your boss? Who, the trainer? The physiotherapist?” you ask with a laugh spilling from your mouth; unbelieving but at the same time awed that Suna talks to someone about you. Those are useless details to share.

“No, the bald guy who sponsors the team. The one who loves hugging you when you stop by practice and matches.”

You make a grimace at the memory. He’s truly a kind, middle-aged man but he is very touchy-feel and while you don’t mind a hug once in a while even from acquaintances, it is shrewd how many he tries to squeeze in there. Then, you shake your head at your husband, “you’re unbelievable you know that, right?”

You pretend to throw the screwdriver in his direction and he mock-dodges to the left and wipes his brow in relief when he successfully avoids the sharp object, “what is unbelievable is the fact that we brought the bed from our first apartment to our house. I feel like we deserve something to go with the rest.”

You grunt as you reach a screw that no matter how much you tighten it, it seems to go loose. You realize it’s not even the same as the others on this metal… thingy. “Rin…” you say and it sounds like a warning. Suna’s muscles tightens for a moment, “why is this screw different from the rest?”

he gulps loudly. He’d forgotten about it; spent so long hoping you’d never notice (or that the bed wouldn’t fall apart underneath you) that it disappeared into the back of his mind. He gets up to take a look as if he can’t imagine the exact screw you’re fiddling with.

“Oh, that one,” he tries to say breezily, hoping casual will be the correct path to take. You look up at him when you realize that he knows something; he shoots a picture of you instead before he continues, “uh, we couldn’t find the screw so Atsumu just put that one in, saying it was the right girth.”

Your eyebrows shoot to your forehead in such a speed that Suna’s sad he didn’t capture it on video, spluttering out incomprehensible sounds that might’ve been words, accidentally spitting on the floor in your vigor. Probably something about different screws having different purposes. Then, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, “and why didn’t you just call for me? I was right downstairs when you and Osamu assembled the bed! Why did Atsumu suddenly help you?”

Suna avoids your gaze by looking pointedly out the window; snow was falling and staying. Winter would be cold this year.

“Suna Rintarou,” you say sharply and a shiver runs up his spine. You enjoy seeing the reaction. He deflates, “you were sitting with my nephew who’d gotten hurt. I didn’t want to… I didn’t want to disturb you.”

You warm at his confession. His nephew had gotten hurt, running around as family and friends were carrying furniture and boxes into the newly bought house; a box he’d been curious about had fallen over him. All it needed was a kiss and a band-aid and he’d been fine, but you had sat with him and sang until he calmed down. You even think you scolded the box together with him.

You shake your head, “well I guess this screw has been holding out. We’ll just continue using it then.”

Suna rolls his eyes, “why don’t we just buy a new bed?” the question makes you laugh, “we have one that works perfectly fine, don’t we? We even upgraded the mattress when you first got on the National team!”

Suna rolls his eyes, “next time the clown bike’s back, I’m buying us a new bed.”

You give him a thumbs up before you crawl out from the frame, “yeah, yeah. Now put the mattress back with me, will you?”

“Sure, Tjiken.” he says with a sly smile. It’s the nickname his niece once started calling you out of nowhere. Your eyes widen and mouth drops open in an ‘o’ shape as you realize.

“Is my cute, familial nickname a child abbreviation of the word chicken!?”

He can’t tell if you find it funny that his whole family’s calling you chicken, or if you’re slightly horrified. Personally, he’s amused that you’re finally learning the truth that’s been common knowledge among his family members.

He can’t wait to start his own family with you someday, hopefully soon. Then, he’d find an equally silly name and teach your child to call you that. His eyes twinkle with excitement at the thought that you might do it back, too.

[alienaiver]

Catch and release

Komori Motoya x Chronic Pain/Disabled GN!reader but reader is described wearing skirts

content: It's Komori's birthday and you wanted to dress up nicely for the dinner party. Just your luck that your planned outfit and your disability decides to have a playfight. It's a good thing you have your high school sweetheart to cheer you up when navigating the new world of dynamic disability.

tags: fluff, sfw, birthday fic, post-timeskip, disabled!reader, body positive and poc friendly reader, canon compliant, no use of y/n, sweetie + my love + baby as petnames, sappy and supportive boyfriend, childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, childish/cheeky komori, chronic pain/disability condition is not mentioned/left vague on purpose but reader does need a cane (type of cane not described either), genderneutral reader, unbeta'd but proofwritten twice, sakusa's there too but only to suffer the humor of literal kids

wordcount: 1.1k

notes: guess who learned something new today about cane usage and long skirts! 🙋🏼‍♂️ its a journey! luckily i have some soft, comforting boys to maladaptive daydream about taking care of me 🥰 i hope you enjoy this little work of mine! either as a disabled person or as an abled interested in learning something new!!!! im smooching u all, have a lovely evening! i also know im a ✨ little ✨ early about komori's birthday but who doesnt think about him 24/7?

also happy disability pride month ✨

"you ready?" Komori calls from the entrance, where his keys are circling his finger, making a jingle sound. It's his birthday, and you're going to a restaurant with his parents for dinner. Sakusa's even agreed to stop by.

He hears you hum from the bedroom before your steps sound through the living room, a little uneven but with your usual speed. He whistles when he sees you, but his eyebrows still raise at your choice of clothes.

"You changed." he states blankly, unsure what else to say. The outfit was important to you today, and you took great care in planning it last night, which is the reason he sends such an apparent statement your way.

You avoid his gaze as your lips draw a thin line, "yeah, don't worry about it," you say hastily, clearly eager to end the subject as you pick up your shoes from the rack. "Don't get me wrong sweetie, you look amazing. But I thought you wanted us to color match today?"

From the bench where you're tying your sneakers you glimpse at him for a split second, but it's long enough that Komori notices the disappointment you're trying to hide from him. He sighs and bends down in front of you, "what happened, my love?" his thumb grazes your cheek before it drags a sliver of hair behind your ear. From this angle he sees your small pout more clearly. He puts down his keys to let his other hand hold your head as well.

You sigh and lean forward. He meets you halfway and revels in the contact of your foreheads touching. He's always loved being close to you.

"I need the cane today."

Ah.

You recently learned bitterly that long or airy maxi skirts and canes don't match up. It's not like they tangle extremely and directly cause you to fall, but it changes the pressure in which you need to pull and move your cane for your next step if it's windy, which can cause mishaps. You haven't fallen because of it yet, but you've decided you don't want to risk it.

And then you need your cane on his birthday, where you'd planned such a skirt. He winces and you sigh. There's a distance of walking from the train station to the restaurant, so he can't offer much of a different solution than your own.

Then he kisses your nose, "I'm sorry, baby. Is there anything you need?"

You close your eyes and try to relax in his closeness. His left hand has traveled down to rub your arm, and you don't have the heart to tell him that his touch aches today. Not on his birthday.

"No, it's... It is what it is, right?" you ask and he nods hastily, "I know it might not help on the disappointment, but I still think you look absolutely amazing. And I'm glad you're listening to your needs and doing what you have to, even if it sucks major ass."

You snort and shake your head at him. He prides himself in the smile he won from your lips before he claims them with his own, sighing at the contact. He's needy today you notice, before you kiss him back with the same energy, trying to push away the negative thoughts clouding your mind. Today is about him.

When he pulls back he looks so lovestruck that you can't believe that you're high school sweethearts. Who gets this winded from a simple kiss from someone they've been with for over 10 years? Slowly and little by little, warmth and light fills you up again. He comes back for a quick peck before he gets back up and smiles down at you, flustered.

"Which cane would you like today? Personally I think the blue one with flowers would match your blouse perfectly!"

He turns his back to you as he opens the entryway closet, and you hum behind him thoughtfully, "maybe the grey one will garner less attention. I still feel awkward being both dressed up and so visibly disabled."

You're still getting used to using canes publicly, embarrassed and afraid someone will see you as a fraud if you're able to walk a few steps without it or if they suddenly deem that you're using it wrong. You know it's irrational, but it's taken you great courage to accept the dynamic part of your dynamic disability.

Komori's been supportive and understanding in every possible way, never batting an eye at any need you're voicing. He only complains when you hold back needs or lie about how you're feeling when you're out doing something together. You'd be, too, if the roles were reversed so you're glad he always lets you know while you learn to navigate being a burden - and being okay with burdening the people you love.

You admire his back. Broad, reliable and secure and always ready to support you. You still can't believe that you've been so lucky with him, grateful that your distasteful joke about his eyebrows he overheard in your second year somehow made him interested in you. You still cringe when you think back on it but he tells the story with a joyful and prideful expression every time.

He turns around with the grey, foldable cane and starts unfolding it for you, doing a little shimmy of a dance for you while doing it. You throw your head back and laugh, "so the birthday boy's the one giving a show this year?" you joke and he smiles cheekily at you, the expression making you flustered. Maybe you're just as bad as him, with the lovesickness. Sakusa will roll his eyes today, surely.

"Well... My favorite entertainer is indisposed, so if my lying hips can delight and beguile my audience, I'm happy to shake things up a bit."

He leans down with the cane, offering it as a sword to a knight. You snort and receive it just as gracefully, before he reaches a hand out to help you up, "I'll order your favorite from the menu and give you half of it if you kiss both my cheeks and my forehead in front of Omi."

You're busy laughing at his childish antics getting up, so you miscalculate your balance and fall into his arms. He catches you easily, like he always has and always will. You bite your lip, "then I'll order your favorite dessert if you do the same to me."

His antics may be childish, but they definitely match yours.

"Happy birthday, Motoya. Thank you for always catching me and helping me release the tension." you say and kiss him, hoping your emotions reach him. The smile he can't hold back against your lips tells you he might've gotten the memo.

[alienaiver]

atsumu's nose scrunches up as he looks at the four images his recently-turned 12 year old niece has sent him on snapchat. it's pixelated pictures of a hatsune miku plushie (whom he knows, thank you very much) with various captions reading drink miku juice, panik atac 😳 a repeat of drink miku juice and then PANIk atAK 🥹. atsumu's not even sure he understands the gist, if there even is one and calls your name as he gets up from the couch to reach you in the bathroom.

you're barely out of the shower when he shoves his phone into your face, "what the hell's this suppos'd to mean?" he asks, eyebrows raised and voice laced in genuine confusion. you squint to get a look at the pink undertoned pictures and quickly gather where he's got it from. his niece is obsessed with hatsune miku and while her uncle respects it, encourages it with gifts even, he can't claim he knows whats going on, exactly. you smirk, "what, you dont get it?"

"hah?" he can barely contain the snarl before he pulls his phone back to get another look, to find the hidden meaning. you carefully start drying yourself off with a shrug, "its okay if youve gotten old, 'tsumu."

the sentence is barely out of your mouth before his eyes are widening and he goes straight to speed dial; you know who hes calling.

being an athlete in your early 30's isnt easy or forgiving and the age complex has hit your husband particularly hard; it doesnt help that his brother, his twin, betrayed him by getting a daughter when they were much younger, letting him feel age that much more clearly watching her grow up. miya osamu the betrayer, is his contact name on atsumu's phone.

the phone barely rings twice before hes storming back into the living room, voice vivid as he barely greets the man on the other end, "'samu! please tell me we're not old yet!"

you let out a snort as you finish up your routine in the bathroom and get into comfortable pajamas for the evening. the bickering of the brothers are heard no matter where in the apartment you situate yourself, "well if I'M old, yer old, too!" you hear him yell with a groan, trying to explain the concept of memes and how they, in his humble opinion, needs to make some goddamn sense.

you cant admit to him now that the meme didnt mean much to you either, that its probably meant to be a little nonsensical and how the trends of his teen memes versus the teen's memes now are vastly different. it'd just hit his complex more and youre not sure neither you nor osamu is ready to deal with that kind of blow.

you enter the living room to find him sprawled on the chaiselong, hugging one of the throw pillows. you come from behind and let your hands travel from his arm and around his chest before grabbing onto his jaw to make him look at you, "'tsumu, you can just reply the misspelling of the word panic back, and call it a day. she won't know you didnt get it."

he theatrically sniffles with raised shoulders and all before he looks at you, "you sure she wont see through me?"

you hold back a grin as you lean down to kiss his cheek, "i promise. she doesnt think of you as old if shes sending you those memes, y'know? fake it 'til you make it or whatever, right?"

atsumu leans up to reel another kiss out of you, and you happily comply. its not fun to see your husband genuinely distressed but you can never really hold back from teasing him. hes got to get over his complex anyway and luckily, you and his twin are masters in calming him back down. he sighs and you cant help but think he looks a little pathetic and sweet as he picks up his phone to open the chat, "so i just write 'PANIK' in bold letters?"

you nod as you hum, massaging the back of his head, "youll sound young and cool if you do that." you reassure with a small smile playing on your lips. you feel him puff out his chest, "well. i am young and cool, so of course shes sending me all the most fire memes, right? because i'm hip."

you laugh this time, throwing your head back before you look at him with so much love in your eyes, "yes, the hippest husband in town. now go clean up after dinner like you promised you'd do while i showered."

[alienaiver]

Masterlist for my 'Oily Encounters' series following Kuroo in equally compromising and embarassing situations as he first meets you and then tries to woo you, his beautiful neighbor. A mischievous cat, oils and friends help the situation progress.

They can all be read seperately but have a continous story development. They're genderneutral, poc friendly and body size inclusive. The final part includes a chronic pain reader ✨

Link to AO3 series!

Part one: Tuna Oil

The cat is missing from Kuroo's third floor apartment; there's nothing else to do but bring out the cabinet's finest tuna and hope for a miracle! Luckily, you show up with the unexpected find.

Part two: Truffle Oil

Meeting you wasn't chance; Kuroo needs to get to know you more, to talk to you more. To Kenma's dismay, he is now the sole supporter in helping to make this happen. Kuroo's whipped for you and it's obvious to everyone but you, it seems.

Part three: Garlic Oil

You're able to disregard Kuroo's habit of getting himself into a mess and schedule a date. However, a pain flare makes you unable to go for the planned activities. Kuroo doesn't mind though; any activity including you is perfectly acceptable.

© alienaiver 2024.

[alienaiver]

Birthday keychains

Sugawara Koushi x gn!reader

made for @cup-of-fluff​ ‘s birthday!

warnings: there’s mentions of a birthday being held alone but otherwise super fluff for my fluff-queen! wordcount: 1.7k content: fluff, post-timeskip, sfw, birthday present to a friend!, gender neutral reader, canon compliant, reader is also a teacher but the subjects are undefined, confessions, unbeta’d, no use of y/n, comfort, sugawara thinks hes smooth in theory but suddenly halts when he needs to put it into practice,

notes: i am LATE! LATE LATE LATE like the rabbit in alice! it was my precious friend, luna’s birthday around 10 days ago but sadly my brain wasn’t working those days, so i hope youll still accept this even if im late!!!! ilsym, i hope you still had a good day even if the plans weren’t big <3 i was thinking of you the entire day!!!

Sugawara stretches his arms over his head and yawns, grateful that he was able to end his class a little early. Mondays can be rough for anyone and he can definitely feel the jitters from his students rub off on him during the last stretch of the afternoon, too. So when the opportunity rose, he took it.

He likes to treat them sometimes, too.

So now he’s on his way back to the teacher’s lounge to grab a cup of coffee and work through the final part of this year’s curriculum – there’s some gaps he has to fill in from another teacher retiring, making him impromptu take over some classes. Usually, he’s more prepared than this.

 He nears class 2-A that he knows you’re currently teaching and as he passes, he hears ruckus and scattered cheering before the sliding door flings open.

On her way out, a student named Sakura looks back into the classroom and yells out, “oh, and Happy Birthday again!” before she runs out into the hallway, followed by her classmates.

Birthday? Who?

“Thank you, Sakura!” he hears your voice yell out from the room and he can’t stop himself from popping his head into the doorframe to make sure he heard right. You’re by the teacher’s desk, gathering up papers, small talking with the students still fizzling it out in waves.

“My, my, is it my favorite teacher’s birthday?” Sugawara leans against the frame and try to send you what he hopes is a charming smile and the way you perk up gives him hope.

You laugh at him sheepishly as you put the stack of papers against your chest, seemingly trying to gather yourself, your cheeks burning. You don’t look him in the eyes as you near him. He thinks you’re adorable.

“…Yeah,” you admit, passing him into the hallway but you stop to signal that you want him to follow you. His lips feel wobbly as he happily pushes himself off of the doorframe to follow you down the hall.

There are many things that he loves about being a teacher but he has to admit that one of his favorite parts is the interactions he gets to have with you. Your smile brightens any day, no matter how grey and the habit that the two of you have worked out with the morning coffee in the teacher’s lounge is the best part of his day.

“So… Why was I not aware that today’s your birthday?” he asks as he matches your pace, keeping an eye to dodge the unruly students running around the hallways. He’s supposed to scold them for running, the back of his mind reminds him, but he’s too focused on you. It’s an interesting thing, to keep a birthday hidden. Says a lot about a person.

You seem to straighten your back, “oh!”

You then sigh and relax again, “I’m not sure. Just didn’t think it was that important to mention.”

Sugawara inwardly winces – he’s afraid he hasn’t been clear enough about his intentions of getting closer to you. Whether or not you’d ever return his feelings romantically (he might be going too far with his wistful thinking he reprimands himself), he’s still very much interested in a friendship. Maybe he hasn’t been clear enough?

“What!” he exclaims, surprise so evident on his face that you stop in your tracks, your eyes locked to his expression. He then says your name with fervor and subconsciously reaches out for your hands but stops himself in the last second.

“I would’ve gotten you a present!” he confesses, pouting before he turns his back and starts walking. He hopes you follow. It’s been a while since he’s used flirting tactics that he used to teach Sawamura. He feels silly and he wipes the palms of his hands on his pantleg, hoping you don’t take notice.

“No, you really shouldn’t!” your voice sounds strained as you follow him. He slides open the door to the teacher’s lounge and signals for you to enter first. When you’re in, he hurries ahead of you to grab you a cup of coffee, bowing slightly as he hands it to you. You chuckle at his antics, shaking your head in affectionate confusion, “what is this, Sugawara?”

He smiles warmly at you, “you deserve royal treatment on a day as today!”

 You sit down by your desks next to each other and Sugawara sorts through a bunch of papers to look important. He clears his throat and tries to sound as nonchalant as possible, “so, are there any exciting birthday plans today?”

You hum out a reply that he can’t discern, not looking up from your papers either. He leans his head on his palm and looks towards you, “I bet you’ll be treated to tons of fun, right?”

You stop what you’re doing and sigh, collecting yourself before you confess, “actually… nothing special’s going to happen this year. I’ll probably treat myself to my favorite dish at the Family Mart and watch my favorite show at home, feet on the coffee table.”

You wince at the way Sugawara’s hand falls to his desk in surprise. You knew he’d react like this, he’s a good guy. But bringing up your birthday felt intimate and you weren’t sure how close you were. Maybe he’d think you were attention seeking or fishing for presents if you mentioned it – what if he only saw you as a work acquaintance?

He inhales sharply before he turns his head back down to his desk again, continuing his mock-work. “What’s your favorite at Family Mart then?”

You pause at the question. That was unexpected. You tell him with an unsure voice, ending it in a question mark. He hums and smiles at you, “I’ve never tried that one. Can I join?”

“Eh?”

It’s all you get out before he laughs warmly at you, the bright smile blinding you as he once again leans on his palm (which really is a charming position for him), “it sounds like the perfect start of the week!”

You nod, processing what he just asked. Before you can come up with a yes or no, you mentally walk through the state of your apartment. Is it messy? Have you left anything out in the open?

You’re safe, you conclude. So you nod again, “I mean… if you don’t have anything else to do?”

He laughs again, “nothing as important as this!”

  You reach the Family Mart with your palms sweating, the distance between your hands so close that your heart is currently stuck in your throat. He’s so close. It’s close enough so that if you just swung your hand slightly, you’d touch him.

And then you could hold onto it.

You shake your head at the thought to collect yourself. After picking up the drinks you want and the meals, you go to the counter.

“Would you like me to heat it up?” the cashier asks and you politely decline, looking for your wallet.

“Would you like a bag?”

You nod and she starts collecting your items in the bag for you. You announce you want to pay with card but Sugawara puts a final item on the counter and announces, “I’m paying with cash for it all.”

It’s a keychain. It’s not fancy or big. It’s a little black crow in chibi-style. You’re frozen in confusion staring at the small item, following it as the cashier puts it in the bag as well.

You’re not back in your own body before Sugawara gently pushes you by your back to signal you to move, and he guides you out the store, bag in hand.

When you get out you stop in your tracks, “ah! Did you get the receipt? I’ll pay half!”

Sugawara shakes his head with a smile as he goes through the content of the bag, exclaiming a small sound of victory when he finds what he needs. He pulls out the keychain and hands it to you, his cheeks burning red.

“I swear I would’ve gotten you something way better if I’d been prepared. I’ll even make it up to you with a delayed present at another time! but I thought you might… like this… one as a small substitute.”

He laughs awkwardly when you neither reply nor move. Did he mess up? “You don’t have to… accept it, if you don’t like it…”

That makes your brain restart as you inhale, “please! Don’t think I don’t like it! I’m just…” you struggle to search for words but decide to just hold out your palms, “I really, really love it… and that’s two really’s!” he seems to visibly relax as he puts the small item in your palm, flinching at the contact with your hand – he wants to grab onto it so badly, “I think I’m just… overwhelmed, I must admit.”

Sugawara sighs deeply, “phew, I’m so glad I didn’t weird you out!” he admits and you hurry to shake your head, “no! No… you could never! I just wasn’t sure of… how the closeness of our relationship.”

Sugawara’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. He’s not sure if he should tell you now – it feels like the perfect time but what if he’s reading it wrong? He straightens his back and steels his resolve.

Without thinking, he bows. He grimaces as he looks at the ground – that move wasn’t part of his confession plans he’s made up in his head the past few months.

“I actually really, really like you! With two really’s!”

He’s afraid to straighten his back and look you in the eye. There are so many emotions going through him right now, fear being the most prevalent one.

 You clench the keychain in your hands, the meaning of it soaring through the sky even higher than when he first gave it to you. You smile as you say his name with a wobbly tilt to your tone, “I like you, too.”

Sugawara wants to pump his arms into the air in victory but he settles on just looking up at you with stars shining in his eyes, “really!? That’s amazing!” he leans forward to hug you and you yelp out in surprise. You don’t hold back from taking in his scent though – it fits the one you’ve been imagining for so long.

“Happy birthday, again.” He whispers into your head and you laugh into his chest, “this might be the best one yet.”

[alienaiver]

Who do you think has the most sensitive tummy? Kuroo, Komori or Shinsou and how do they deal with it? Being honest or faking it?

THIS HAS BEEN ROTATING IN MY MIND SINCE RECEIVING THIS ASK AND IVE STRUGGLED WITH HOW TO REPLY (all the options were just sooooo good!!!) i think these three are on either side of the spectrum actually

but for some reason im betting komori has the most sensitive tummy. i dont have a scientific reason for that, i just think he reacts to a lot of things. asked him to get checked for ibs but i think he may fear the test results so hes putting it off!! have done some trial and error on what triggers him

shinsou is the biggest HIDER though. grew up learning that being a bother or taking up space and energy is A Problem in fostercare, so he learned to deal with it himself and hide it extremely well. if you start talking about your tummy issues, he will also get a little embarrassed, because it was such taboo for him growing up (never being a Family with anyone until aizawa, with the familiarity and comfort it brings made a lot of subjects embarrassing for him to share). the first time he admits to having a tummy ache you almost call an ambulance bcos he never complains about it 👀

kuroos tummy isnt very sensitive or generally suffers a lot of issues, but he is extremely vocal about every detail and change once hes comfortable with a person. kenma knows more than he'd like to admit about the bowel movements of his best friend. its embarrassing and tmi he thinks, but it is what it is. his biggest tummy issues is that when delicious food is served, he eats a lot and then get aches he complains about all evening 🙂‍↕️ you have to baby him a bit through those pains, or itll last longer than an evening!

[alienaiver]

hi ! can you do 28 with ushijima please ?

i certainly can! i admit, i love ushijima but i always struggle in writing him a bit - theres some vagueness for me to how his behavior in a romantic setting would be, so i just hope this is still within a range you enjoy!! 🥹🧡 (ALSO i have a confession to make... i counted wrong when i went looking for 28 but i didnt realize until AFTER id written this 🤡)

so the prompt was: "you don't have to hide your tears from me" and it's 1k words long! 🥰🧡

there're no warnings, it's fluffy! (tho reader is a little sad - for reasons i left entirely unspecified 🧡)

Ushijima bends down to pick up his runners from the bottom shelf of your shoe rack. It's his old pair -- they're still very usable, but he didn't want to buy two new pairs he'd have to break in at the same time and since he needed a pair for your apartment as well, he'd just brought the old ones here. It's barely past 6AM on a sunday, but he plans to take the longer route today, seeing as it is his day off. When he comes back, he's planning to prepare his protein pancakes for you, just to prove that they are able to taste sweet and good even if they're made with protein powder.

Plus, you're always complaining you're not strong enough to carry something whenever you're together. He doesn't mind carrying it for you, loves doing so, if he's being honest, but when it seems to be such a repeated issue, he decided he might help you in any way he's able (oh, how he's misunderstanding).

His run is refreshing. He mapped out a route in your area the first time he slept over. Both a long one for his days off and a shorter one before he has to go to the stadium. He passes by the bakery in a breeze and doesn't even notice his coach, Suzaku, in the window, eating a pastry - or the way that he guiltily chokes on a bite when he spots Ushijima.

By a traffic light, he reaches for his waterbottle in the small utilitybelt you'd given him for christmas. A small bottle made with the belt makes him able to bring water with him without holding it in his grasp. When you'd prompted him about why he didn't bring water on his runs, he had to admit that he subconsciously squeezed the bottles so hard they broke and that it wasn't practical.

He loves the way you listen to him, make mental notes of the small things and laugh at his jokes (not even Tendou laughed much at the same jokes back in high school, informed him that they hardly qualified as jokes). The added bonus of your gorgeous smile and beautiful laugh makes his heart squeeze too. Your jokes are infinitely better than his though, and nothing brings him greater joy than to sit you on the kitchen counter as he does the dishes next to you as you tell him about your day or recent work drama.

When he returns, he only mumbles out a small "I'm back" more from habit than to actually announce his arrival to you. He takes out his AirPods as he toes off his shoes, breaths still coming in puffs.

He hears your voice in hushed tones, but he can't discern the words from here, so he calls out to you as he walks towards your bedroom.

"Y-yeah, I'll say hi from you. He's here now."

You're still in bed, back turned to him and your phone by your ear as you end the call you were in. He wants to butt in and tell you to continue talking and that he'll just make breakfast but there's a tilt to your voice that he doesn't recognize. His stomach twists as he stands in the doorway, waiting.

You hang up and put your phone down. For a few beats all is silent before you inhale a sharp and deep breath, straightening your spine.

"Welcome back, 'Toshi!"

It seems you're willing your voice back to a familiar tone and rythm, but Ushijima's gut is telling him that it's a facade. He doesn't like that.

You throw the blanket away from you and sit up and Ushijima moves to your side of the bed, sitting next to you, all close and personal and so, so sudden.

You're not prepared for that action, so you hadn't come around to wipe the tears from your face.

You scratch at your eye in an effort to play it off, "Those damn allergies...."

Ushijima's mouth tightens to a thin line but he's not sure what to do, what to say.

You shake your head as you let out a perfomative sigh, clapping your eyes together, "so! What's the plan today?"

"What's wrong?"

You freeze.

You really like Ushijima. He's become a really important person in your life, even if your love is still new and in bloom. It's too early to say you love him out loud and it's definitely too early to show him this self-loathing, semi-depressive side of yourself... right?

Gently and very slowly, like he's handling a scared and feral animal, he takes your hand in his. It's not until he coos at you and starts making comforting circles into your wrist that you realize you've started crying again. Shit.

You heave in a breath and strain your eyes to stop the tears, willing them back with every fiber of your being, a tense laugh escaping you followed by a string of apologies.

"You don't have to hide your tears from me."

You look suddenly at him, like a deer caught in the headlights. You then apologize again as you lean your head to his shoulder, "it's just... you're so strong, 'Toshi, I don't want... to accidentally scare you away."

There's silence for a while, Ushijima's gears turning in his head. He's unsure which part of him you refer to as strong, unsure if it's supposed to be such a vague compliment. He then hums as he decides to make one thing clear for you, "it's not weak to cry. I want to be in your life - in every part of it, too. Just like I carry the groceries and the heavy furniture you keep finding off of Marketplace listings, I want to help carry the emotional burden, too."

You huff out a laugh at his jab on your impulse buys. You raise your head to his neck to breathe in his scent. There's still a hint of sweat on him and he definitely smells like he needs a shower, but you smile.

"I love you."

[alienaiver]

kuroo's starting to get comfortable at your place. youre cooking breakfast while he's in the shower - the door's ajar and you can hear him sing off-key. your cat is sitting curiously in front of the bathroom door because despite being eight years old and seeing you survive a shower every time, is still convinced humans get mortally wounded by the sprays of water.

you dont notice the change in tune or lack of water sprays as you flip kuroo's egg. he doesn't like them sunny side up, so with your tongue sticking out in concentration, you try not to break the yolk during the maneuver.

thats when you hear the first shriek. and another, inhuman in its octave but so kuroo that theres no doubt in your mind. you start to walk towards the bathroom, a question on your tongue when he yells,

"who taught you to bite defenseless people! i am sitting here naked because nature called but it certainly didnt call for you!"

you can't help the snort that leaves you as you bend over laughing. he whines your name, "can you call him? oh woe is me, my poor ankles," he cries and you start calling out to your cat. opting to give kuroo some privacy, you close the door after you've succesfully retrieved the culprit. an ashamed "thank you!" is heard and you shake your head before walking back to the kitchen to finish breakfast. you're glad he's comfortable at your place now but embarassed by the behavior of your cat. you count your lucky stars he's a cat person, too.

[alienaiver]

i want to introduce college!iwaizumi early in our dating to english lotr (he watched it dubbed as a kid and then never really got around to watching the original) and when i quote 98% of the first movie INCLUDING giving weird, off-handed facts i learned from the Behind the Movie, hes simply more fascinated by me than by the movie and acting. how do i know all these quotes? the timing? why do i retain all this useless knowledge? hes never wanted to kiss me more but hes also SO perplexed. i PROMISE you that on his way home from my place he is calling oikawa to talk about what the fuck just happened. "i found someone with their own Godzilla, shittykawa. their own Godzilla!!!!"

[alienaiver]

omg omg 88 and osamu … i hope it’s fluffy hes boyfie ok ty ty kiss for u too

HI MY LOVE... I AM.... INCREDIBLY, PAINFULLY SORRY FOR TAKING TWO MONTHS...🫡🫡. i am hiding in my attic after this 🤡 KDJSKDJKSD but ehre we are!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🧡🧡 i hope youll like it <3333333

number 88 gave the sentence “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”!!!! isnt that romantic!!

this is some fluffy fluff but its a fantasy/royalty au and an assassin involved, but no gore-y mentions of deaths!!! <33333 it came out as 894 words! thank you for sending one in, i hope you enjoy it!!! :')

The room is dark as you sit by the wooden desk, fiddling with all the items laid out in front of you. This is Osamu’s … lair, you could say – and he’s messy. It’s not so much an office as it’s his living quarters. He’s rarely here anyway, only in-between missions. You learned early that he prefers to sleep in the stables anyway, weapon at the ready.

He’s out right now, on a mission sent by your mother, the queen. There’s been upheaval underneath the finer layer of society, mentions of coup d’états and rotten hate. Threats towards you, the sole heir has even been issued. It brings unease into your heart.

Your mother is not necessarily a popular ruler. She’s headstrong with a heightened moral compass that she isn’t afraid to act on and punish those needed, which, in her defense, has lowered the general crime rate. So, she’s not a bad one either.

But alas, she has also created a divide and unknowingly made an underground mob of criminals.

This is where Miya Osamu comes in. He’s hired as the kingdom’s assassin – and he’s currently also the man who receives your affections.

You met in the Gardens for the first time ten years ago, when he was just a stableboy. He didn’t recognize you nor your title as he approached you without apprehension. It delighted you, seeing how isolating being the royal heir could be.

Originally, he only acknowledged you to apologize for his twin’s behavior. You were surprised, thinking it had been the same boy who’d thrown grass at you for telling him off when he pulled branches off of the tree. You’d sat and talked for an hour after that.

You slump down onto the chair with a sigh. Reminiscing your past with him is not going to bring him back earlier – or any safer.

You pick up the fountain pen and fiddle with it, dipping it in ink. You fold up your sleeve so that you can doodle on your arm. Osamu has tattoos – you’ve always dreamt of matching him.

”Is that considered proper entertainment?”

You yelp out as you drop the pen, spilling ink on the fabric of your garments before it hits the floor, rolling off and disappearing somewhere underneath the desk. You’ll purchase him a new one.

You put your palm to your chest and heave in a grounding sigh as you spot Osamu crouched on the windowsill, looking at you. He seems happy to have managed to scare you but he’s trying to suppress the glee. You shake your head and get up from his chair.

“Welcome back.”

He jumps down easily from the sill with a smile as he unwraps his utility belt to place on the big chest next to the window. You’ve always been curious as to what he’s hiding inside. When he nears you, he gently takes your arm and pulls it towards him. He wants to admire your handiwork it seems. You just hope he doesn’t touch your pulse point directly and feel the velocity in which it is pulsing. You’d surely pass out if he ever called you out so directly.

He whistles as he turns your arm, “this one reminds me of my rose,” he notes and your breath hitches sharply. He looks up at you from underneath his eyelashes, hoping you do not see the blush adorning his cheeks. To his luck, you’re much too focused on the part of your body where you connect at the moment. You’re concerned with the sweat emerging from your palms.

“Your majesty?” he asks and you’re pulled back to the moment. You hum out a reply as you retract your arm, straightening your back.

“I have taken care of the threat.” He says, his voice unusually official near you.

Right, the threat aimed at you. You slump and sigh. “I can feel your unease,” he says, reaching out for your arm again. He hides his hurt well when you pull it behind you, out of reach.

He remembers his place. He’s just your assassin.  

You smile weakly before you raise your gaze again to look at him, “I’m happy to hear so, do not misunderstand,” you also raise your arm again in an effort to mend the hurt he thinks you don’t see, grazing his cheek slightly. He can’t help but lean into your palm for a split second before he collects himself.

“But you are correct. The apprehension will not leave me. This is the third one that you’ve been tasked with. Under the woodworks they will continue to emerge and I…” you trail off and silence grows together with the distance between the two of you. Osamu refuses to let it continue like this; he grabs the arm by his cheek and turns his head slowly. With only a few millimeters of air separating his lips from your skin, he makes an oath, “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

Your breath hitches again but your heart relaxes immediately, knowing that he will always support you, even if it’s from the shadows. Before he pulls away, you push your hand against his lips so that they finally, completely connect. To your delight, he doesn’t hesitate or move away.

Everything will be okay, as long as you have Miya Osamu by your side.

[alienaiver]

A Christmas Surprise

Suna Rintarou x gn!reader

warnings: none! fluff! minor christmas theme but thats almost a side theme. there's a minor mention of domestic violence but it's nothing delved into.

wordcount: 1.6k

content: fluff, christmas, gender neutral reader, post-timeskip, poc!friendly reader, married couple, not beta'd or proofread

notes: if the formatting is weird its bcos ive written this entire thing on my phone!! (never again sksksk) i made it while doing christmas stuff so if it's a little incoherent, thats why! i hope you all have a lovely holiday and that this brings a smile if they're few and hard to come by these days <3333 i will come back and reformat this after the holidays if needed!

part of my "domestic life with suna" series! here's part 1 and 2! (it can be read seperately)

”I thought you were supposed to be a big shot, Rin.” you bend your back awkwardly to properly get into the farthest back of the family-friendly stationcar his aunt owns. There are two extra seats in the back and you’ve been charged to keep an eye on your husband by those since he's mischievous to a fault during these car rides. It’s the holidays and every year the entire Suna family gathers in the mountains by an old cabin your husband’s uncle owns.

”What does that have to do with anything?” he answers dryly as he bends his knees to follow you into the car. You try to straighten your back but end up hitting your head on the roof. Alright, crouched sitting it is then. You put on your seatbelt as you reply, ”what’s the point of a rich athlete husband if he doesn’t provide a limo for his family?”

His aunt laughs then, loud and deep from her stomach as she settles on the passenger seat next to her own husband. In front of you, her two young sons settles with bags and suitcases and most importantly, they told you, the snacks for the drive.

”Aw, come on, don’t be like that.” his face is already buried in his phone but there’s a mock-pout adorning his features. In front, his uncle looks back at you with a glint in his eye, ”if there’s no limo next year, Rintaro, I’m assuming you’re a bad player.”

He looks up immediately, taking the bait and making you suppress a giggle. He really does turn quite childish in his family’s grasp.

They argue back and forth as the kids in the middle gets settled with their gadgets. The aunt yells several times to quiet them but to no avail. It’s not until after an hour that the only thing heard in the car is the tap-tap-tapping of a nephew’s Nintendo Switch and the rumble of the motor.

Being married to Suna has been a journey for you. You’ve bought a house, bought the furniture and appliances to go in said house, two cats and a few months back Suna started talking about investing in a car. The adult life you’d never envisioned yourself having is suddenly blasted in your face at every turn.

It's terrifying. But so, so exhilarating and freeing.

You’ve met most of Suna’s family before, having been high school sweethearts but this is the first time you’re going to join the annual Christmas holiday trip and the nerves are getting to you.

It’ll be fine, right?

“Does Rintaro ever hit you?”

Before you can even react or gasp at the question coming from his nephew, Tanjiro, his mother yells his name so loud that the uncle swerves from the shock. Good thing you’re out where no one else is driving right now.

“Please don’t mind him, his manners are a bit wriggly,” she scowls at her son and Suna just huffs out a laugh at the question but doesn’t further react.

“What? Rintaro hits me all the time and ma’, you say it’s because he loves me!”

Suna reaches an arm up to hit his nephew lightly on the head, “you got that just right, buddy.”

It seems the air in the car immediately lightens at Tanjiro’s reasoning for asking the question and you heave out a sigh of relief before Suna continues talking, “but don’t worry, I hit them too, especially if they do something dumb.”

“Hey!” you punch his forearm with mock offense and reprimand him. “You better behave back there!” his uncle yells from the driver’s seat, “I don’t want to crash before we get to the party with the main guests!” you laugh with the aunt and pet Suna’s arm.

Wait.

Main guests?

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Suna stiffen, his eyes glued to the phone but it’s stuck on the home screen. Your eyebrow arches as you send him a look you know will make him break. A sweat breaks on his temple and you poke him, “what are you not telling me?”

Everyone in the car is silent and you hear someone suck in their teeth. Suna sighs and puts his phone face down on his thigh, “it was supposed to be a surprise but… they’ve prepared a small celebration for us, as well. Seeing as we got married during lockdown.”

You gasp and his uncle laughs, “you prepared a small celebration, we were simply pawns in your plot.”

“ay yea thanks Uncle, we don’t need to spoil more, yeah?”

He makes a zipping motion on his lips and turns his focus back to driving, although a warm smile never really leaves his face. You stare with wide eyes at your husband, who’s never really enjoyed being the center of attention – to him, lockdown was a perfectly good excuse to celebrate a small wedding with just the two of you. So you have a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that he has planned anything.

With your staring, a small, victorious smile appears on his lips – he’s proud he kept this secret as long as to this point. There’s been a lot of worrying about who was going to spoil his little plan.

His eyes stays on his phone, scrolling TikTok but his other hand quests slowly towards you, wrapping his fingers with yours, enjoying the way he can feel your wedding band on his skin.

He leans into you and whispers gently, “merry Christmas baby."

You laugh and kiss the top of his head, “and to you too, you little trickster. I love you.” You hear him scoff but he doesn’t pull away from you.

As soon as the car is parked and his nephews are out, you struggle to crawl out faster than Suna, who’s blocking your path to get out first. Outside, his nephews are booing him and cheering on you – mostly because you gave them your share of the candy on the ride and Suna ate his (and stole from theirs).

You immediately stretch your arms above your head and feel a satisfying pop. Suna brings his arms around your waist as your arms come down, “are you ready?” he whispers as he sneaks in a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“How can I be? Dumbass.”

He chuckles before he retracts himself, asking if he needs to help carry stuff in. You vaguely register that they ask you to just head inside but that Suna insists on waiting for them.

“Do you love Rin?” the youngest, Moya, looks up at you with big, questioning eyes. You bend down on your knees to face him properly, “mhm. More than anything. Can you keep a secret?”

His eyes lights up like a Christmas tree’s candles and he nods, a big toothy smile appearing. You lean in to whisper into his ear, “I even love him more than I love chocolate.”

His eyes widens and he stares at you in shock. You have to hold back a chuckle. “But chocolate’s your favorite candy!”

You nod with a smile that matches his. “Whatcha doin’?” Suna asks as he approaches and you hurry to put a finger to your lips, signaling to Moya that this is a very big secret. His gaze hardens and he nods before running to his mom. You get back on your feet with a sing-a-song voice, “nothing at all!”

Suna laughs and wraps his arms around your waist, “let’s go inside. We’re the last to arrive.”

“Oh, we’re fashionably late now are we?”

He chuckles and squeezes your waist, “what? Of course we are. I had to get my hair right.”

Inside, there’s chain lights at almost all the walls. All of his family are gathered in the main room, cheering as you enter. There’s a cake in the middle of the room. It’s not a traditional wedding cake, but you can easily see it’s your favorite cake sized up to fit the size of the entire family. There’s a table to the side filled with presents, both wrapped in Christmas paper but also in white and silver wrappings. You can’t help but laugh in amazement and hide your face behind your hands, flustered to the core at the attention.

“Merry Christmas!” they yell in unison and you begin to greet and hug each other, starting from the left. There’s quite a few congratulations thrown in there even if they’ve all FaceTimed and seen each other quite a few times since the wedding.

It’s well past midnight and you’re currently cuddled up to Suna on the couch, blankets wrapped tightly around you as you share a cup of cocoa. Suna insisted he didn’t want cocoa but now that you were tempting him with the cup, he had to steal some from you.

You’re laughing at the whipped cream on his nose when he starts moving around, trying to get something from his pocket. He reveals a small, wrapped package. The paper is bent and there’s holes in there and no ribbon. You figure he didn’t want to bother with that. “It’s for you.” He whispers, looking almost shy.

He takes the cup of cocoa so you can unwrap it and you laugh, “who would’ve thought? I thought it was for someone else in the room.” you refer to the empty room around you.

He hits you lightly and scoffs at you, muttering a curse at you.

As you unwrap it, it reveals a small piece of jewelry. A black ring, coated with a golden line in the middle. You look up at him and he smiles proudly, “you talked about a wedding band in black to match some of your outfits,”-he brings up his hand to show you his ring-“I made them take some gold from my ring to put on that one.”

You hide your face in his neck and he almost drops the cup of cocoa with the force, “I love you so much, Rin. So, so much.”

He mirrors your movement from the car ride and kisses the top of your head, pulling you tightly into him. “Merry Christmas my love.”

[alienaiver]

For the little ask game, “come on, don’t do that. My head hurts” + Tsukki if you’re feeling up to him 🙈🙈 if not maybe Kirishima or Hinata??

I SWEAR TO GOD OPAL MY BELOVED MY BETHROTHED MY ONE AND ONLY I APOLOGIZE SO DEEPLY SO SO DEEPLY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!! life happened and while i know that YOU will always get me, i still wanted to give u a quick and DRAMATIC bow for making you wait for your beloved !!!! of course i went with tsukki for u, i love opal x tsukki with my entire heart !!!! <333333 its also so long... so so long compared to this just being a little writing game IDJESFHSEFHSK [clown emoji] <333 but its what u deserve!!!!!!!!!!!! also it isnt proof read and i swear this is FRESH!!! out of my document. i couldnt fall asleep last night before i had written down a note SO I WOULDNT FORGET MY IDEA FOR UR PROMPT!! and i swear. the note is so funny. it makes no sense. im attaching it to the bottom of this bcos. what the fuck.

You’re situated on the floor, watching the television with intense concentration, eyes wide and analyzing. A documentary is currently on, the sound most likely louder than necessary. In the back of your mind you register the door open and close, shoes shuffled off and feet padding into the living room.

You barely acknowledge his presence as a presentation of giant crab’s anatomy is shown on the screen. He wordlessly bends down behind you and wrap his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head. You hum a distracted sound and he scoffs before retreating back onto the couch.

The documentary ends shortly after and Netflix recommends another one as the ending screen passes.

It’s a documentary about top secret UFO projects that’s been revealed. When it starts you shuffle backwards so you’re situated between the legs that Tsukishima spreads to accommodate you. The introduction is loud and unnecessarily dramatic but as Tsukishima kneads your shoulders, you don’t seem to mind much.

There’s a distinct dissonance between the sound effects and the experts talking so you reach out for the remote on the table to turn it up.

“Come on, don’t do that, my head hurts.” the grumble above you clicks immediately – there’s never been a constant need to communicate between you and with so many years of being together – living together, being quiet isn’t awkward or seen as tense. But he’s usually more talkative on Wednesdays since those are his quieter days.

You turn your back to look at him and by God does he look awful. You didn’t get to see him this morning before he left but he must’ve slept like shit if the bags under his eyes are any tell. Right now his glasses are skewed and you reach up your arms to fix their position but he turns his head, “they’re putting pressure behind the ears and it’s grating.”

You get up and grab his hand to motion him to follow. Wordlessly, you go into the bedroom and find your yoga mat, roll it out on the floor and situate yourself on your knees at the far end. You pat your thighs and he narrows his eyes, “I’m not doing that.”

“Where does it hurt? Forehead? Temples? Eyes?” you search his face for any tells but he remains neutral as he stares you down with his arms crossed, “it’s everywhere.”

“Oh, tension then! Come on you big baby, you know I can make it better.”

He grumbles out something incoherent before he starts walking across the mat to you. “Lie on your stomach,” you tell him and he stops in his tracks, “how would that ever be comfortable? My back would be raised in such a weird position!”

You roll your eyes at him – you don’t mean to, you know he isn’t uncooperative on purpose, just that he gets childish when something has inconvenienced him for the better part of his day. You pat your thighs again, this time harder to get the point across. He sighs deeply and theatrically before he does as he’s told. Before he lays his head on your thighs, you gently take off his glasses for him and put them next to the mat. With a wink you promise he’ll get them back after his treatment. He scoffs and rolls his eyes before he settles, breathing out deeply into your legs. “Can I come up for air?” he asks, knowing full well he can breathe just fine as you do your ministrations, he’s just being a little brat. You ignore him as your hands travel to the back of his neck, gently caressing first and feeling for the tension built up there.

You start slow, tracing his nape, shoulders and up to his skull before you place your thumbs on the part of the neck that connects with the skull, pressing down so hard that he whines underneath you, knowing it’ll help but with a natural reaction to pain. You move your thumbs only a few centimeters across the same section of that edge, feeling the built-up lactic acid. You’ve tried showing him how to relief this during the day when he’s been hunched at the desk or have been stressed because he’s so prone to tension but based on the amount you can feel with your thumbs, he hasn’t been doing his little exercises. You file that information for another day when he’s being unreasonable with one of his own demands to you.

He sighs out as you reach the edge by his ears and you know it’s already feeling so much better for him. Your fingers trace the back of his head and down his nape slowly, savoring the connection you’re having with him at this moment. When the fingers reach his shoulders, you start massaging gently, not really working out the knots with power but simply stimulating the blood flow in the area.

“Can I turn now? I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my entire life.” You snort out a reply but lift your arms with a final pat to his back, “get on your back.”

“Stop ordering me around.” The complaint is without any heat as he turns, his long limps hanging off of the end of the mat. It’s a good thing he doesn’t do much yoga, you think. With your fingers you trace his temples and up to his brow, your right pointer coming to the slope of his nose, tracing a line up and down from the middle of his nose, up between the brows and ending at the forehead before traveling back down, repeating the gentle motion. With your left hand you smooth out his worry lines with similar gentle motion, traveling to his jaw too.

Within a few moments you see all the built-up tension release as he relaxes into your hold, his arms going limp next to him and his legs spreading just a few millimeters more. You smile to yourself at succeeding, continuing for a few more beats before you initiate conversation.

“How was work?”

He scoffs and you feel the worry lines slowly reappear but you’re quick to make him melt again. “Hori and I were told to re-label some old, archived files today, you know, my favorite grunt work.” The sarcasm is thick on his tongue and you feel his head turn with the inward rolling of his eyes, “anyways, Hori made a mistake and while he didn’t explicitly blame me when Maruhi came back from lunch, he apologized for our mistake. The audacity to include me in that.”

You nod along, humming to show you’re listening. He continues on for a while, letting go of the frustration he’s had pent up all the way through practice afterwards. He sighs out deeply afterwards, “but Yama called in my lunch break.”

You smile, continuing to let your pointer go up and down by his nose. Sometimes, he can only really fall asleep if you do the motion on him – he’ll never admit it, though. “How is he?” you ask excitedly and you see the smile gracing your boyfriend’s features.

Tsukishima inhales slowly before his smile breaks out fully, “he got hired by that electronic company he applied to!”

“Really? That’s amazing!”

Tsukishima nods along to your statement, the smile never really fading as he talks about his best friend. He continues to update you on your mutual friend’s college life, how he struggles with food and Tsukishima’s thinking of making a care package – though he phrases it like he thinks you should do it, you know what’s behind the request. You go along with a smile, “you can help me buy things for it, then. We’re going grocery shopping Saturday anyways, might as well get things for him too.”

You lean down and kiss your boyfriend’s forehead. When you pull away, you’re surprised to see a pout on his face and when you ask what’s wrong, he pointedly looks away from you. As you try coaxing out what’s wrong, his pout only deepens. Finally, he seems to steel himself, “I was hoping you were gonna kiss my lips.”

You let out a laugh – one that makes him shake around on your lap from how hard you’re laughing. You then lean down and kiss his lips. “I love you, Kei.”

Instead of replying, he simply leans up and kisses you again, lingering with a sigh. As your hand traces circles on his cheek, he mumbles out, “thank you for always helping me with headaches.”

You know it’s not just the physical headaches he’s referring to. You kiss him deeply with a smile.

and here is said, chaotic as hell, note <3