Omg I Just Saw It's Your Birthday!! Happy Birthday Bubs!!! Have A Lovely Day And Keep On Blessing Us

omg I just saw it's your birthday!! Happy Birthday bubs!!! have a lovely day and keep on blessing us with the great content! ily <333

It is!! Omg thank you THANK YOU HAHQHAA PLS THATS SO SWEET

a/n: I just love Suna so much *screams*

honorable mentions: crackfic-like? The handsome-stranger-you-meet-at-the-airport au, swearing, 1.2k

It's a night flight.

Suna always preferred night flights, anyway.

Suna doesn't like flying. Sitting in a cramped seat for hours can't be anyone's favorite hobby, but he hates flying with a passion. For starters- it's unhygienic. The air has a strange smell to itself, as well, and it never fails to give him goosebumps and an urge to stop inhaling altogether.

He hates the tasteless coffee they serve, and the little packets of nuts remind him of the day he had discovered his nut allergy in a flight like this. The leather seats making him feel sticky with sweat, but the air conditioning brings him on the brink of hypothermia.

If there was an injection of sorts he could take that would put him in a coma during the flight, Suna wouldn't think twice before taking it, and based on all this, it's fair to say he can get a little cranky in airports.

As someone with not too much energy to spare, airports are exhausting for him. He already doesn't like running, but Kita is a little too punctual to let him rest or buy a coffee from Starbucks. The twins' fighting about something new every other minute never already driving him mad, but being surrounded by overly stressed people doesn't help, either.

"I will jump out of the window if I have to sit next to Atsumu on the flight." Suna had told the captain months before, the exact moment he had heard he would have to fly with the team.

That was the very reason the middle blockers seat was all the way in the back, located next to the window and a stranger. Suna can't be happier- all he wants is some peace and quiet, anyway, to wear his sleep mask and headphones and cut ties with reality as much as he can.

"You good there?" Suna barely hears Atsumu's irritating voice through his headphones, lips curling in annoyedly as he turns to the boy to send a glare- but to his surprise, the fake blond isn't looking at Suna.

"Oh, I- ah fuck- yeah!" He hears a voice, and it takes him a second to notice you who stands before the seats, arms reaching up for the overhead cabins and successfully blocking Suna from his seat. You must be the stranger he'll have to spend the next eight hours with, he supposes.

The tired gaze looks you up and down, you who is fighting a bag half your size- shouldn't that be under the plane?- and trying to push it into the overhead cabins. It's apparent you're struggling, arms shaking with the heaviness of the bag, biting your lip to muffle the sounds of your wrestling.

Despite your words, anyone who has eyes could tell you are, in fact, not fine.

In desperate need of a pair of longer arms, you peek at the tall brunette standing next to you; he's huge, broad shoulders and a height that makes you wonder if he hit his head on the way here. He looks familiar- if you weren't in as much of a pinch- you might've let out an audible gasp when you realized why he looked so familiar.

He's the stranger you'd seen earlier that day, standing in the line across of you, looking tired and black-painted nails scrolling down his phone. The all-black fit he has only adds to the mysterious aura surrounding him, arms slumped forward nonchalantly. You remember thinking if you'd ever see him or anyone as handsome ever again, making scenarios in your mind as to what kind of a man he is. You never thought you'd ever meet him again, though.

Suna notices the silent cry of help you have in your eyes, even when you avert your gaze away from him and mask your desperation- but he's no fool, he can tell when someone lookshim with an open need of help.

Well.

Suna admits he's no saint, either.

He can help you out, and you both can sit your seats, but he doesn't really care, nor has the energy to help you. All he wants to do is to sit down already -even though it would suffice if he just pushed the bag with his fingertips, but Atsumu beside you smiling at you does look a little more eager to help than he does, anyway. There you go, a prince charming ready to help.

Suna seems unfazed by the glare you send his way -any scenario you've created falling in disappointment, too, really? He wouldn't even offer to help?- as he bends in half to slip through the triangle-shaped gap you've created with your arms, slipping underneath them to get to his seat and-

A shriek outs your lips as you watch the bright blue bag slide from your fingertips, it's almost like slow motion, watching the object fall right on top of the boys' head.

"Ah! What the-" Suna groans in pain right after hearing a loud thump caused by the crash of the luggage and his skull. "What the fuck?"

Fox-like eyes are quick to find you, going between your panic-stricken and slightly amused face and the bag resting before your feet. "I-I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, but your strained voice sounds more like you're holding back a laugh instead of guilty.

Well. Karma is a bitch.

"Here, let me help." Atsumu offers maybe a little too late as he lifts your bag off the ground -Atsumu hopes he managed to hide how much he struggled, too. Honestly? What do you have in there?- and places it in the cupboard. "Thank you." You at least have the decency to look grateful at the blonde, giving him a pretty smile. "I'm so sorry," you repeat, turning your focus back to the brunette, who is rubbing his head in pain. "It just slipped out of my hand!"

To your dismay, Suna doesn't even spare you a glance as he mutters a "Whatever." Frowning and finally plopping himself down on his seat.

You narrow your eyes but stay silent as you do the same, too, settling in the seat, accidentally elbowing him one too many times as you try to get your damn jacket off.

You can feel his dissatisfied glare as the flight attendant brings the man sitting beside you a packet of ice, and you ignore the "tch!" sound he makes as he places the ice on the crown of his head.

"Bye, Suna!" The blonde you've seen earlier waves a goodbye at the stranger sitting next to you- Suna, you think, a pretty name for a man as cross as him.

"Are you okay?" You mutter under your breath, raising your gaze to take a better look at him. His face contorted in pain- he's the type of handsome you only get to meet in an airport. It's unfair how good-looking the man is, his shapely lip rolled between his teeth, deep-brown locks tousled and messy, and he has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen in your life.

Suna doesn't answer your question, but he makes it clear he's heard you with a scoff, eyes rolling in annoyance, averting his gaze to his phone. It makes you feel angry- being ignored as if you're a six-year-old kid.

"I'm not sorry, actually. You had it coming." You huff pettily, lips pursing when he keeps his silence.

"Okay, I'm a little sorry." You mutter after a few awkwardly silent seconds, suddenly feeling guilty. You did drop a heavy ass bag on his head, after all. "But not much."

You turn your eyes away from him when he sighs, annoyance evident in the sound. "And?" He hums, voice monotone and deep. "Which answer I give will make you stop talking to me?"

Suna knows that was unnecessary as hurt and embarrassment flash across your face- he notices that's the first time he even looked at you that night. Well, he can get unreasonable at airports, he agrees.

"That was rude." Suna comments after a few awkward seconds.

"It was." You agree. "But I was rude, as well."

"You kind of were."

To his answer, you can't hold back a lighthearted chuckle, the oddness of the situation dawning on the both of you. "This might be in the top 10 strangest ways I met someone." You chuckle, he does, too, but with a sarcastic quirk of his brow.

He has a pretty smile, plump lips curving just enough to show you a glimpse of his white teeth, enhancing the sharp features of his face. "Only top ten? That's a shame."

You don't speak as Suna closes the sleeping mask over his eyes -it has a cat print on it too, how cute- as a smile still lingers on his lips. "Good thing I have eight hours to at least make it into top five."

i think i heard it was a bad bitches birthday?🤨 HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABES, i hope nineteen does you great!🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

It definitely is this bad bitches bday AHHAHHSA THANK YOU KIERRA MWAH MWAH

02:32 AM - Kuroo Tetsuro “it’s funny seeing you here”

CONGRATS ON 900! <33

02:32

“It’s funny seeing you here.”

a/n: omg hi!! thank you so much for the ask, it was lovely to write! I hope you like it 😼 im pretty sure I got the idea of an time stamp wrong so oops lmao

warnings: its suggestful,,, a lot. mentions of sex and a one night stand

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As hard as it was, you liked your job as a flight attendant, but it was moments like this that made you question if it was even worth it.

You sometimes really, really hated your job. 

Your day had started pretty well, too. First time in a good while, you had a night flight, which meant you didn't have to wake up at 4 in the morning to wear your cursed uniform and do your make-up and hair. No, you had instead slept till noon, eyes falling to the foreign view of your hotel room window, which had a good effect on raising your spirits, too. 

But what really caused you to wake up with the brightest satisfied smile that morning was the night before or rather the stranger you had spent the night with and the memories he had gifted you. 

Along with a heck ton of hickeys, you notice as you look at your mirror.

Your neck and chest adorned with soft bite marks and purplish bruises, something that never fails to make you furious, now only making you smile unconsciously. 

Maybe it was the neon lights of the club blinking that made him seem so handsome in your eyes, his cat-like gaze burning your skin, confusingly messy locks of raven hair almost begging for you to pull on them, and pull on them, you did.

Maybe it was the one too many glasses of drinks you had that made you feel dizzy whenever he kissed you so heatedly, that made you feel like he wasn't just fucking you but making love to you, made you gasp when his hands wandered over you, made you scream his name- 

You roll your lip between your teeth with a dreamy smile, butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach with the memories of him, the lopsided grin, and the playful glint in his eyes that gave you excited goosebumps even now.

He was the kind of guy you wish you had met in any other circumstance, one you knew you would find yourself falling hard for, his smile alone was enough to do the trick, but it was the conversations you had that had you know feeling a little down you would never meet him again.

It was rather unfortunate you would never see the man you had had the best sex of your life with ever again, and the smallest part of you did hope maybe you'd cross paths again, but this was a price you had chosen to pay, and you didn't regret it.

You liked this side of being a flight attendant. The unwritten rule of One-night stands stay as one-night stands. 

There was no way they couldn't; you couldn't meet them even if you wanted to since all your one-night stands were people you met in clubs you visited, knowing for sure you wouldn't even be in the country by the next morning.

Stress-free, satisfied life.

So your reaction was more than justified, you decided, when you saw the pair of golden eyes that hadn't left your mind since that morning right there, staring at you from the comfort of his seat, looking at you with an innocently surprised gaze. 

A burgundy sleep mask pushed up, pushing his raven locks away from his face, eyes heavy and slightly lidded from the late hour and the exhaustion of flying for hours, he looks positively handsome- even more so than you remember. 

Your gaze unconsciously falls on his lips when he smiles; you find yourself speaking before you can stop yourself. "You have to be fucking kidding me."

Your hands fly up to your agape mouth, eyes wide in mortification, though Kuroo doesn't know if it's from what you said or just seeing him, you look like you might jump from the emergency exit. 

"Oh, uh, hi." The man smiles awkwardly, hand going to his neck with nervousness, eyes wandering over your figure. "Funny seeing you here."

He looks adorable, you have to admit, brows tilted upwards, mouth slightly agape with a ghost of a smile, and widened eyes with surprise. 

"Oh my god," you groan as you stand still, holding mattresses and pillows in your hand, "you have to be kidding me."

"Uh, no?" Kuroo tries to find an answer to that reaction with an awkward laugh. 

"Holy shit," you curse, biting your lip, "what are you doing here?" You whisper-yell, minding of everyone else sleeping soundly but the two of you. You know you have no right to get mad, but he doesn't seem offended, instead slightly amused with a quirk of his brow and snarky glint in his gaze.

"Flying back home?" He tells you with a chuckle, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "I had told you last night, remember? When you-"

"No!" you squeak suddenly, hands flying over to his mouth to stop him from saying whatever he was going to say. "When you asked me about my profession." He speaks from beneath your hand, lips moving under your touch and causing your face to heat up. "Get your head out of the gutter."

You pull your fingers away from his face, skin slightly bumpy from a day-old beard. 

"Oh my god, I'm very sorry, sir." You finally find your composure, reminding yourself where you are. "I'm very sorry for my behaviour, that was unacceptable, I'm sending another flight attendant right away, and if you would want to file a complaint-"

"No- no, no." Kuroo stops you from finishing your sentence. "No, I'm not going to file any complaints, don't- don't worry about it." He laughs at your panic-stricken face. "I'm very sorry for the inconvinience, sir." You mutter under your breath, setting to work what you came to do here for. "I'll finish right away and I promise you won't have to see me ever again."

You miss the frown that settles on his lips when you tell him that, tired gaze falling on his hands. "If that's what you want." Kuroo shrugs as an answer, and it's only then when you raise your gaze to his and see the slight hurt.

"N-no!" You blurt out involuntarily,  hands flying to your mouth a second too late. "I- I meant- for you," you try to set it right as a grin starts spreading across his face, "if you don't want to see me."

For a few seconds, Kuroo stays silent at that, leaving you alone with the loud thundering of your heart in your chest. 

"You know," he finally tells you, his grin still evident on his face. "I'm a little afraid of flying."

He looks at you as if that means a big grand gesture, laughing when you raise your brows questioningly. 

"Wouldn't you keep me a little company?"

Even then it takes you a few seconds to process what he means, but when you do, you can't help the airy chuckle that passes your lips. "We've been in the air for four hours, sir."

"And? Can't a man be afraid of flying after four hours? I'm so scared, look at my hands trembling!" He fakes a panicked expression as you only laugh more, "I need someone to talk to me and get me through the flight."

"Very well, then," you smile at the man, "I guess I'll have to keep you company, sir."

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