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thunderstorms and reheated prawns
pairing; suna x g/n!reader
genre; domestic, fluff
warnings; puking, lame jokes, suna endearingly calls reader "(y/n)-chan"
a/n: a fanfic inspired by all the rain ive had lately, and the fact that my Ma made me prawns yesterday 🤷🏽‍♀️
The rain is relentless today.
It comes down in buckets as it hammers mercilessly at your window, running down the glass in thick streaks and sending the trees outside into a violent flurry. The sight of it alone is enough to make you shiver.
Luckily, it's far warmer inside your bedroom.
You're sitting on your bed with a heavy duvet thrown over your head like a makeshift tipi. There's a chill lofi beat playing quietly in the background, a warm cup of hot chocolate sits deliciously between your hands and you have no chores to tend to, having already sought to them the day before.
To put it simply, it's bliss.
That is until you get a text and you turn your head towards your phone that buzzes twice against the bedside table. Leaning over to retrieve it, your brows furrow a little when an odd message pops up under Suna's ID.
2 messages from Sunarin <3
hello (y/n) can you come over today big brother has a tummy ake and mummy and daddy are out
please thank you
You blink upon realising it's Suna's little sister who has his phone and you can't help but laugh at her message. You don't know what's funnier; his little sister not knowing how to spell "tummy ache" or the fact that she actually had to reach out to you for something as trivial as that.
Either way, after finishing the rest of your hot chocolate, you reluctantly crawl out from your little den, slip on some comfy clothes and head out the door.
*
"Knock, knoock."
You smile as Suna's little sister opens the door for you, albeit with a struggle since the handle was still a little too high for her. Like you this morning she's wearing her PJ's, giving her an overall relaxed appearance, save for her face which looks rather distressed.
"You need to come quick, onee-san! I think big brother's dying!"
You snort as she ushers you into the house, barely giving you time to take off your shoes as she pulls you towards Suna's bedroom. As you walk up the stairs you begin to wonder just how sick her brother really is. He seemed fine the last time you saw him— then again, Suna did always have the pesky talent of fibbing when it benefits him, like how he sometimes lies to his teammates about needing to babysit his little sister on Fridays just so he can have a longer weekend, or when he tells the twins he's deleted the videos he takes of them, only to bring them up for blackmail purposes later on. You wonder if perhaps this was another one of these instances and he'd simply faked an illness just so his little sister would leave him alone for the afternoon. (You knew how clingy she could get, especially when their parents weren't home.)
Still, you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt as you push open his bedroom door, only to wince as your boyfriend promptly vomits into a sick bowl.
Oh.
This time he's definitely not lying.
"Perfect timing, lil sis. Make yourself useful would you and fetch me a— (y/n)?"
You're torn between bursting out laughing or coo-ing at the sad scene before you. Your attractive boyfriend, usually standing tall (sort of) and looking all slick and sexy is reduced to nothing but a lump hanging off his bed, hair disheveled and sticking slightly to his forehead, his head half in the sick bowl, looking at you with the most disheartened, most sullen face you've ever seen.
"Just end me now, I guess."
This time you do laugh when Suna rolls back onto his bed, pulling the covers over his head like a moody teen.
"Wow, you really are worse off than I thought," you say as you start to approach his bed. His bedsheets rustle however as you take another step closer and you stop in your tracks when he speaks from under the covers.
"Out. I don't want you to see me in my decomposing state."
"Oh, don't be silly, Sunarin. This is what partners do. I'm supposed to help nurse you back to health." You walk to the other side of Suna's bed where the sick bowl isn't lying on the floor and gently rock him against the mattress. "Plus, didn't you just say you wanted your sister to fetch me?" You add with a smirk.
You watch as Suna worms an arm out from the duvets, blindly grabbing your wrist to stop you from shaking him.
"Stop moving me, you sadist. Or next time I'll aim it at you," he says, making you scrunch up your nose in disgust. "And no I didn't call for you, you just so happened to waltz into my bedroom."
You roll your eyes at Suna's usual bite, knowing it's nothing but bark. "You rather I tango in here instead?"
You bite back a laugh as your terrible joke makes Suna emerge from his bedsheets, the green eyes that poke out looking truly disappointed. "You dare come into my room and sully it with jokes like that."
"I know, I know. Sorry," you lie, before a grin makes its way to your face. "No but seriously, should I? Might bring a smile back to your face."
"Please don't," is all he says as he finally fully comes out the covers, sitting up against the bedframe, and although you know he's trying his best to fight it, there's that telltale twitch of his lips that indicate your goofing around has actually effected him. "What you can do is fetch me that glass of water." There's a short pause. "Please."
You smile, relieved that he's finally letting you take care of him. Then you notice that the hand he'd grabbed you with earlier is still holding your wrist. Switching roles, you take his hand in yours and bring it up to your lips, planting a small kiss to his inner wrist.
"Coming right up."
*
A glass of water with ice later and it's Suna who decides to join you downstairs. You hear his almost cat-like footsteps pad down the stairs and as you turn around you notice that he's freshened up a bit. His hair's no longer the hot mess it was earlier, instead it remains neat and unstyled, he's also wearing different sweats from earlier, that is to say the black joggings with the red stripe down the side of the leg that you'd gotten him for Christmas, along with the black sweater that you always love to borrow.
"Oh look, it's alive," you tease.
"Only just," he sighs before flopping heavily on the couch. He busies himself by switching on the TV and opening Netflix, which you recognise by the familiar opening screen sound.
"How're you feeling?" You ask as you place the cold water on the coffee table. Suna utters a quiet 'thanks' as he leans over to grab it, bringing it to his lips before taking a few swigs.
"Could be better," he drawls after downing almost the entire glass. "'Least I'm not blowing chunks in front of my s/o anymore," he mutters, voice still carrying traces of previously felt embarassement.
You chuckle at that, watching as Suna lays down on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes. "Don't worry, Sunarin. I'm sure other couple's have seen worse," you say as you take a seat beside his head.
He stays silent as you gently pull his arm off his face. At first he looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, most likely wondering what you were up to, but once you place the back of your hand against his forehead, he allows himself to relax and closes his eyes.
"What's the verdict, (y/n)-chan? Am I dying?"
You snort and roll your eyes at his theatrics. "You're not dying, you big baby. How did you even get sick anyway? You don't seem to have a fever."
After concluding that Suna's forehead wasn't any hotter than it should be, you gingerly brush a stray piece of his chestnut hair from his eyes, smiling when he exhales pleasantly at the gesture.
"I think it was the prawns I made yesterday. I was the only one who ate them and I'm the only one who's sick."
As Suna tells you this, you immediately start to see where this is going.
"Were they pre-cooked prawns?" You ask. "And did you reheat them more than once?"
"Yeah."
You sigh. Yup. "That'll do it." Shaking your head, you poke Suna's forehead as a scolding, making him squeeze his eyes shut and knit his brows together. "You're not supposed to do that, you know. You can get really sick."
"You don't say," he drones, shooing your hand off with his. "How did you know I was sick, anyway? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were stalking me."
Your nose scrunches up jokingly. "Ew, why would I do that? If I wanted to stalk someone I'd at least go for one of the twin—"
You're promptly cut off mid-sentence when a pillow collides into your face with a dull thud and you giggle when you're met with Suna's eyes narrowing warningly up at you. "I'm just messing with you, Sunarin. Your sister told me. She somehow got access to your phone."
"The little toe rag."
"You trying to say you're not grateful I came over?" You ask with a raised brow, crossing your arms defensively.
"Didn't say that now, did I," he replies cooly, sitting up to face you before a tiny smirk forms on his lips. "After all," you make a small yelp as Suna suddenly worms his way into your personal space, his long limbs wrapping around your body like a koala and purposely giving you no means of escape. "Now I have the perfect pillow to hold onto. One that'll nurse me back to health too."
You gawk, trying to wiggle out of his hold, only for him to pull you closer. "Hold on a minute— What if I need to pee?!" He ignores you completely and deliberately, and instead lazily nuzzles into the area between your chest and collarbone.
"Night night, pillow-chan."
You throw you head back against the couch.
Looks like you're not going anywhere.
little moments on the rooftop
featuring: KUROO TETSURO
pairing: implied she/her pronouns ?? (
type: SUMI’S ONE-SHOTS
warnings: okay there's a kissing moment and the term "masochist" is used in a joking manner and ummm yeah that's about it tbh
genre: slice of life/fluff
a/n: trying to start writing little things so i can get back into the flow of writing again idky i haven't had any motivation recently :((
"hey," a voice called out to you in the night.
you turned your head to see the bedhead haired boy, standing at the rooftop entrance door. he was in his familiar nekoma volleyball team jacket with a pair of checkered warm pajama pants.
you had situated yourself on top of blanket and a few other blankets that were wrapped around you. "hey."
he walked over to where you were sitting and took off his shoes, gently stepping onto the blanket. he crossed his legs as he sat down. you opened the one blanket you had wrapped around you just so he could scooch himself in next to you.
"god you and your long limbs. so difficult to deal with," you mumbled as he tried to settle within the blanket.
"hey! leave me and my long limbs alone," he huffed with a pout. the both of you bursted into laughter with a half smile etched on your face that he grew to love and cherish.
looking away from each other, you looked out into the view in front. ithe both of you could see the lights from the downtown skyscrapers into the distance.
in front of you, though, you could see your neighborhood lit up with the usual and casual street lights. occasionally, there would be a car or bicyclist going by but it was relatively quiet during this time.
as the both of you stared into the distance, you leaned your head onto his shoulder. his body tensed for a moment but you eventually felt it soothe down.
"mmm you smell nice," you told the boy. "did you put on some new body lotion or something?"
"yeah. obassan bought some new body lotion but i don't think she knows which one is my regular one but it's okay. i like this one though," he explained.
"you smell like that rose scented perfume i showed you at the mall the other day," you told him.
he sniffed the sleeve of one of his hands. "how do you even smell that? it clearly smells like strawberries."
"does not."
"does too."
"it literally said on the package 'strawberry scented.'"
“…”
he looked over at you, his smirk growing on his face. “you don’t wanna admit that i’m right huh?”
"i hate you."
"no you don't. otherwise, we wouldn't be here now, would we?" he said with that mischievous grin on his face.
"stop it or i'll plant my fist on your nose," you rolled your eyes.
he comically put his hand on his forehead to show his pain and agony. "are you a masochist or something? you're always putting me through pain huh?"
you laughed and lightly flicked your finger on his cheek which had you laughing but him wincing in slight pain which turned into eventual chuckles.
he starts mumbling something under his breath. you couldn't seem to catch them though.
"hm?" you responded.
"i love being with you. so damn much." he replied.
you looked up at him as he continued to look towards the scenery in front. you lifted your head off his shoulder which had him confused, forcing him to look at you.
and then you took his face in your hands and kissed him. it wasn't those messy, desperate kisses that you had when the both of you made out. it was a kiss that was slow. and passionate. and in a way, comforting. a kiss that explained more than words could ever.
he slowly responded back with his hands wrapping around your waist. he pulled you in closer to him, trying to get you as close as he could to you.
he pulled away and a blush started to etch its way onto his face. you couldn't help but let the snarky comment come out of your lips. "aww is my favorite pretty boy blushing?"
with no response, you realized he may have been a bit too flustered your sudden kiss.
you forced his face to face you. looking into those golden pools in his eyes that you always sought comfort and joy in, he smirked and leaned in to kiss you back.
“i'm always blushing for my pretty girl.”
Fill-a-Page February day 23!
I was in a Kuroo kind of mood today. His hair is such a disaster zone omg.
akaashi takes the absolute fattest naps after school. he wakes up and is a gigantic wreck, his hair is everywhere, there are bed sheet imprints on his cheek, and he has no clue what day it is. don’t try contacting him for at least five hours after school, 2:30am might work tho.
@millidew i just saw your pokeattorney au and wanted to show you this meow
It took Y/N three hours to straighten his hair….