#asahi fluff

This is a lucky frame that has 11:11 and je$us in it. You can make a wish or just stare at Tsukishima’s ass. The choice is yours.

Season 4 Eren Jaeger looks like Asahi Azumane but intense

hell week w/ azumane asahi

contains: gn! reader, all fluff

notes: bc hell week is sucking the life out of me rn i can’t wait for this week to end

asahi taking you into his big arms and perching you atop the kitchen countertop, telling you to stay still as he whips up a quick midnight snack. he knows of your tendency to overwork, and knows that you’ve been hunched in front of that laptop for who knows how long, so he takes chance of his size to pluck you out of your study chair, even for just a bit. sure, you kick and groan and swear at him a lot when he does so, but all that’s thrown to the back when he feeds you spoonfuls of your favorite cereal or oatmeal.

“say aaah”

“azumane asahi, i am not a child.”

you do it anyway because who were you to decline when you know that this, aside from cuddling with you nonstop in bed, was how he chose to show his love during the most hectic of times. it slows you both down.

when you take the bowl and spoon off his hands to serve yourself, he doesn’t leave his place in front of you, knees hugging his sides, legs swinging from the edge of the countertop like a child on a high chair. he watches the small smile that cracks its way into your face with every volumptious spoonful. most likely presses kisses on your forehead and tells you to look him in the eye when he says,

“please get some rest too, okay? if you need anything, you know i’ll just be in the room next door, alright?”

both of you had designated workspaces in different rooms because, well, both of you preferred it that way — a space you could fill with your and your own thoughts only. during your work breaks, though, you try to do something for each other. maybe it’s him knocking gently on your door, coaxing you out with a promise of a cup of your favorite warm drink waiting for you on the dining table, or sometimes it’s you slipping a brief, but sweet message written on a small paper under his door just to let him know you’re rooting for him as well. you weren’t oblivious to his exhaustion, of course; hours of focused work evident in his dishriveled appearance, half-lidded eyes fighting to stay open, sluggish movements, and the tell-tale bags under his eyes, and yet, his smile never loses its warmth, and his hug, its tightness.

hell week nights have never been better since azumane came around. in the comfort of personal space, two people work with eyebrows scrunched together, chewing on the skin of their lips while silently awaiting the end of long task, the end of a long day. feigning off sleepiness for just a little more for even at the brink of exhaustion, there is a silver lining: sides of faces hitting the cold and fluffy plumpness of a pillow, and mumbles of “goodnight”’s and “i love you”’s, feeling the steady warmth and presence of your beloved beside you as you sleep.

>> all words by aero 2021. please do not repost and plagiarize or else i’m coming for your kneecaps. written on 17 Feb 2022.

— 2:14 AM

remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?

the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.

broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.

it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.

it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.

you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.

yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.

something shifts beside you.

their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.

you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.

it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.

you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.

everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.

hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.

notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!

>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.