#asamyia

[kenmaniac]

“…didn’t know where else to go…” (iwaoi)

the bark of a laugh scaped his lips even though he tried, really tried not to. he could feel hajime’s gaze blazing flames at him as tooru’s hand got to his own mouth rather quickly as to avoid more of his giggles scaping, but that only made everything  way worse as he just kept thinking aboute the really big red splash of catchup at the other’s pants at the back; honestly, it was like he sat down at painting... which was a close guess. 

tooru, being the well versed man he was when it was about hajime’s behavior, was very quick to bring his hands to protect his face, even though it wouldn’t probably avoid getting punched to the ribs or something. “—iwa-chan, you are finaly all grown up, congratulations on your period! i’m so happy for you!” 

so maybe he had a death wish? possibly.  what could he do? apparently cough as he was, indeed, punched at the ribs before the other gave him a serious necktime, cutting off the air from his lungs for a bit and almost making him fall as he was still the taller one around despite being a manchild. “—i-iwa-chan.... p-please don’t kill me yet... i promise i’ll buy you tampons...” 

well, if he died, at least would be death by iwaizumi’s really thick, strong arms and being suffocated by him didn’t seem all that bad.

[kenmaniac]

"I’m flirting with you.” (iwaoi)

“— oh.” the sound scaped his lips like a prayer, cause honestly, he was probably dreaming, right? there was no way this was really iwaizumi on the flesh saying this, off all things, to him. 

if it was the other way around, tooru could say it was a joke. really, he was a king at flirting, not just at the court. he could flirt with pratically anyone around him with little to no effort at all and he did so mostly as a hobby, especially when it was about thos cute girls that were always cheering for him like he was the greatest thing in the word. (they weren’t wrong, you see, so he had to show his gratitude back, obviously.)

but it was hajime saying it. with a too serious expression, and a too serious line of irritattion popping on his forehead, as if tooru was already getting on his nerves, as if he had already said some shit.

to be fair, he thought about it.... but then.

this was serious.

it downed on him, noticing that the other hadn’t moved an inch, still close but not close enough to be suffocating. a respectful flirty, very iwaizumi-like, so different from what tooru could do. and then he noticed, under that hard and serious expression of him, notes of pink over his cheeks.

oikawa tooru never got ashamed of things, at least not easily, but as he noticed his pillar, his best friend blushing... well, he turned crimson red. “— ... o-okay. flirt with me.”

[kenmaniac]

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜ (elle e gael)

the dawn casted it’s first lights through the the cracks of the long curtains, waking him up before his phone did. as he stood there, lying and naked beside the other man, gael considered what it would like for this to be “normal”. not his normal, the one that viewed this as another part of his job, knowing that it meant he was “done” for the “day” and could go home and rest, but society’s normal — or as normal as the world considered two men being together on a situation such as this.

normal like waking up before your loved ones, considering making coffee and maybe some eggs and bacon, grabbing the paper or a magazine or just go around the phone, checking for the news of the day or the weather forecasting to know what to expect of another chilly london morning. he could grasp it, that sense of normal, touch it with his fingertips, but as gael raised his hand into the air and stared at his own pale hand, his own fingers barely being able to feel the gentle brush of the wind, he noticed that once more that there was nothing there to catch.

his throat became constricted, light green eyes hovering the hotel room’s nightstand, easily finding his rings. one by one, he put them on. one by one, he collected his silly hopes for the future and his fantasies and locked them back on his mind, on a place he couldn’t reach for now. he was about to get up then, when he felt them. knowing hands, fingers as slender as his going around his wrist easily, with a warm touch and joined by a gruff voice and a too sweet request that made him nauseous as, without permission, they stole the key and opened the casket where he had just hidden the most fragile bits of himself.

“— it will cost you more.” he settled, words sounding bitter to his own ears and still, swallowing down the tumor that seemed to take place on his throat, gael hoped — really hoped — that ellesmere would let out a soft “it doesn’t matter” and break the rest of his excuses (and his soul, a bit) with it.

[kenmaniac]

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” (elle e gael)

with his left hand he attempted to rub the sleep out of his eyes for the fourth time, the dim lights of his small bedroom making it feel even smaller, but cozy with his stock of books, the slightly opened big window, messy bed and warm blankets. as gael looked around, trying to make sense of elle’s words over the phone attached to his ear, he fixed his gaze at the armchair not too far from the bedside lamb and considered, not for the first time, that he really had to get rid of the pile of clean clothes that he didn’t bother putting on place, simply groaning for a moment at his client still waiting on line — truth be told, he needed at least one hours before becoming an actually functioning human being.

he could sense it, though. the worry washing through ellesmere words, hitting him like a cold shower or a too sour coffee on his tastebuds. it wasn’t something he could ignore and, in defeat, he let his body fall against the bed once more, grabbing the pillow that was before under his head to hold it against his chest. “— ... what was the dream about?” he asked softly, grimacing at the huskiness and sleepness of his own voice; suddenly, the whole thing seemed much more intimate than he anticipated. the most curious thing, though? is that in his currently hazy state of mind... that didn’t seem all that bed. 

[kenmaniac]

( CHIN ) grabbing mine’s chin. (iwaoi)

he wasn’t one to be caught off guard, but then if there was anyone quite able to do such a thing it was him. him, with his rough fingers that scratched at the skin of tooru’s face like it was something he owned, and maybe he did; maybe now he did... or maybe it was just more of his wishful thinking. 

oikawa was really just cleaning the floor after dropping some water into it, not wanting any of them to slip in the kitchen. he was comfortable on his way too old sweatpants and wearing that same silly alien shirt that made him look much more like a nerd than he intended too — but then again, they were home. they were home and after so many years in eachother’s life there was little close to nothing that iwaizumi hadn’t seen him do or wear yet, so  looking disheveled as he was right now, hair a mess and glasses on.... well, it didn’t mean anything.

only the look that he could see now at the other’s beautiful eyes made it seem like it did, like this was the first time that he was seen all of him.

usually, he would have an answer at the tip of his tongue, some provocation to get him all rilled up, but for the first time tooru faltered. he faltered because the other wouldn’t break eye contact, and his finger were still there, a gentle pressure at his jaw and chin. was it always that hard to breathe? “— w-what? is there something on my face? i had a burger, so if it’s mayo you aren’t allowed to... laugh about it.” 

the only thing on his face, though, tooru was sure, was a ridiculous blush that he sadly couldn’t fight, even with all his stubborness.

well, he had to let him win sometimes, right?

[kenmaniac]

❝ we’re gonna have to keep ice on that. ❞ (iwaoi)

he could feel his lips slightly dry, probably due the sweat that kept coming down profusely from his hair line and brows as a result of the intense work out at the gym. licking it didn’t exactly help, but that was all oikawa had at the moment as he tried not to focus too much on everything else. cause whilst he had dry lips, starting to sting the tiniest bit, he wouldnt’d need to think about the ever so gentle slide of iwaizume’s caloused fingers against his knee’s tender skin. 

he wouldn’t have to think about the little goosebumps blooming at the base of his spine and spreading through every inch of his long, long limbs, making him feel warm all over at how iwaizumi’s other hand kept a held of his ankle, thumb hovering lightly against the bone. it wasn’t the first time he hurt himself for doing too much, never were, but what scarried him was that he didn’t want it to be the last. that was why he tried to brush it off, a perfect smile displaying itself over his brims while leaning back against the wall.

“— my, my, iwa-chan! you look so serious, if you think too hard you might get a seizure, your brain is not made for that.” for a second, he believed himself.

he believed that he could not feel a thing. that iwaizumi didn’t know that the reason behind his strenuous work out was his anxiety, his insecurities dancing around his brain telling him that he still wasn’t good enough to be the main setter of the university of tokyo’s team. that that was why, maybe, he didn’t get a call back from the national team yet. because they would probably pick kageyama over him, even if he had more experience, even if he was the greatest one because even now nobody in japan could take the best out of players like him. 

but it was a lie. and it was such a silly lie that even the mad furrow at hajime’s brown softened as tooru’s face contorted into something ugly (yes, this was possible), because you see, he was the ugliest crier ever. the kind that has snot soon coming down his nose and looks like he is about to die. it was such a lie that hajime kept stroking his ankle, because he knew it wasn’t a serious injury, or at least not as much as what was going on inside the setter’s head.

and this time, just this time, tooru let himself cry like a baby, late night at the gym, and placed his hand over iwa-chan’s one above his knee despite the pain that rouse of the extra pressure put on it, asking for support without words. 

[sunshvness]

minwoong

Send me a ship and i will say who:

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor: neither. woong is extremely neat and minhwan was a single parent once, he knows better than to not add to the mess (i hope)

forgets to run the dishwasher: minhwan

pumps gas for the car: euiwoong

drives when they’re going somewhere: euiwoong

rearranges the furniture: minhwan, and then euiwoong complains because it is not the way he likes it. 

falls asleep with the TV on: minhwan

gets to use the bathroom first: euiwoong

decides the temperature for the ac/heater: neither, yuni does it. 

sets up holiday decorations: mostly minhwan with euiwoong directions, but at christmas they decorate the tree together with yuni.

leaves the lights on: neither? 

uses the bathroom with the door open: neither.

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber): minhwan

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[sunshvness]

yonmin

Send me a ship and i will say who:

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor: neither? bae learned to be very organized so he could help his mother and yong just seem way too uptight to do something like that. 

forgets to run the dishwasher: yongsun

pumps gas for the car: yongsun

drives when they’re going somewhere: yongsun? I can’t really see him being very fond of bae’s motorcycle.

rearranges the furniture: yunmin

falls asleep with the TV on: yongsun and then yunmin carries him to bed because he is a fool in love and yongsun is spoiled. 

gets to use the bathroom first: yongsun, again, spoiled. 

decides the temperature for the ac/heater: see the answer above.

sets up holiday decorations: yunmin.

leaves the lights on: yunmin 

uses the bathroom with the door open: neither.

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber): yunmin

Married life meme | @rashcmons