#I remember sitting silently completely slack jawed on my dorm room floor for at least 30 minutes after this performance ended

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If we’re talking about Lemonade we can’t not talk about the Daddy Lesson’s remix featuring The Dixie Chicks. 😍

The cultural reset that this performance is singularly responsible for is not talked about enough.

If you didn’t see this happen live (or you don’t know the history of The Dixie Chicks) you don’t really get it but MAN *THIS* WAS A FUCKING M O M E N T.

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Not sure if you fully take Daiya prompts but how about an overdone one that I still love anyway? Miyuki ends up bit more injured from the Seiko tackle than the canon. Ends up getting hospitalized and so on..

So this has been chillin in my inbox for who the heck knows how long, but I just submitted my FINAL zine piece and to celebrate, I am going to write some lingering prompts :)

This one is going to get a little angsty… (also I got carried away, so there is a cut line)

Miyuki was missing at dinner. Eijun pretended he didn’t notice, digging into his rice and telling himself that he was glad the catcher wasn’t there to needle into his insecurities for the another hour of the day. He tried to convince himself that having Furuya next to him at the table was completely comfortable and that Miyuki’s presence definitely wasn’t missed at all.

Except Eijun had never been very good at lying to himself, or to anyone else for that matter, which is why he found himself ducking into the kitchen and begging for a boxed dinner. Telling himself that it was simply because Miyuki wouldn’t be in good enough shape to catch for him if Miyuki skipped meals, Eijun set off back towards the dorms, nervously pinching the corners of the box in his hands.

He knocked once on Miyuki’s door, listening for footsteps as he awkwardly rocked on his heels. Instead, he heard a pained whine, low and terrifying, slip from behind the door. Reacting to the noise, Eijun threw open the door.

The box in his hand hit the ground with a shocked splat, scattering rice across the floor as Eijun threw himself down next to Miyuki. The catcher was barely conscious, gripping at his side with slacking fingers, his breath shallow and wheezing as his chest labored with his efforts. With shaking hands, Eijun swiped Miyuki’s hair from his forehead, whispering reassuring words as he reached for his cell phone.

It wasn’t until Miyuki was being hauled away on a stretcher, unconscious with an oxygen mask strapped over his face that Eijun allowed himself to cry.

The elevator doors slid open revealing another long, sterile hallway. Dragging his feet forward, Eijun moved, counting the doors like his coach had told him to do. Third door on the right he had instructed, and Eijun had repeated the floor number and the directions to Miyuki’s room in his head for the entire bus ride.

He counted it as lucky that he managed to make it this far without getting sick. After Miyuki had disappeared in the back of ambulance, Eijun had to be physically restrained from climbing into the back of the coach’s car, determined to follow Miyuki to the hospital no matter what anyone else said.

It had taken four of his teammates to hold him back, and none of them argued, when Eijun slumped back into Miyuki’s bed, yanking the covers over his head and attempting to sleep while surrounded by Miyuki’s personal space.

Yet, sleep never came. When the team had been called together for an emergency meeting, all of them pin-drop silent as Miyuki’s condition was revealed, Eijun had been unable to hold back his tears. Fear and exhaustion rattled through his body and when Chris offered up a comforting pat on his back, Eijun had turned into his chest and wailed.

Although his display of despair should have been embarrassing, Eijun couldn’t find it in himself to care. Miyuki was hurting and looking at least one more night in the hospital, and Eijun couldn’t stand the thought of him being alone.

He was shocked when he was given permission to miss practice and school, not waiting around for anyone to change their mind as he sprinted from the training room. Pausing only to grab a single item from his bed, Eijun continued his sprint toward the bus station, silently thankful for the speed his tire had granted him.

Now, Eijun stood silently, hand frozen in his hesitation to knock on the closed door. He remembered the way his grandmother had looked during her days in the hospital and the memory made him feel sick, swimming together with his memory of Miyuki on the stretcher. Swallowing hard to push down the sickness rising in his stomach, Eijun scrunched his eyes shut and rapped his knuckles against the door.

“Get in here already,” came Miyuki’s response, his voice rough and gravely, making Eijun wince as he pushed open the door. “Of course it’s you,” Miyuki sighed, turning his head to face the brightness of the window, the tubes in his nose pulling tighter against his face with the movement.

“I…I…” Eijun stuttered, hands flopping to his sides. He had wanted nothing more than to confirm Miyuki’s stubborn survival, but now he wasn’t sure Miyuki even wanted him there. Opening and shutting his mouth, like the awkward fish out of water he felt like, Eijun continued to stand flabbergasted at the foot of Miyuki’s bed.

“Why did you come?” Miyuki asked, eyes still trained away from Eijun’s face, although Eijun could swear he had seen them flicker in his direction.

“Because I wanted to see how you are doing,” Eijun took a step forward, resting his empty hand on the bed.

“Coach could have told you that,” Miyuki answered, this time he did turn his gaze to Eijun’s face, his pale cheeks and darkened eyes looking far different than Eijun was used to.

“Not the same,” Eijun muttered, his left hand twitching behind his back.

“Hmm,” Miyuki made a noncommittal sound, raising one shoulder in an unaffected shrug. “What’s behind your back?” Miyuki shifted again, the wince of his eyes matching the small groan which slipped passed his lips.

“It’s probably stupid,” Eijun was second guessing himself, squeezing the soft object behind his back and attempting to gauge Miyuki’s level of curiosity. When no further comment came, Eijun let his hand drop. “It’s my bear. I’ve had him since I was little and I keep him hidden at the foot of my bed. You probably think it’s stupid, but I thought maybe he could keep you company… or something…” Avoiding Miyuki’s eyes, Eijun placed the bear in the crook of Miyuki’s arm, stepping back as his cheeks turned a deep red.

A single tear ran down Miyuki’s cheek as he lifted the bear to sit on his chest. It was tattered but incredibly soft and smelled distinctly of Eijun. Swallowing hard against the lump in his throat, Miyuki squeezed the bear against his heart. “The doctor says you saved my life.” He waited for Eijun to look up, snickering at the shocked look on Eijun’s face. “I thought all the pain from the collision was muscular. Turns out I broke several ribs, and one of those ribs decided it would be a good idea to stab my lung. If you hadn’t found me-”

Miyuki’s sentence was cut off as Eijun dived at him, careful not to land on his injured side, but still curling his arms around the catcher in a fierce hug, the bear smashed between their chests. “Don’t,” Eijun whispered, tucking his face into Miyuki’s neck and sighing when he felt Miyuki’s hand rest on the back of his head. “Don’t talk about things that didn’t happen. You’re going to be fine, you’ll be back out there insulting me in no time.”

“Ai,” Miyuki agreed, his chest aching with the gentle press of Eijun’s weight and his eyes burning as he continued to fight back tears. “You just want me to catch for you again. It’s not the same without me, is it?”

“That’s not the only reason!” Eijun shouted his response, partially in Miyuki’s ear as he shot back from his hold. “You know it’s more than that. You brag about being smart and then you go and say something dumb like that!”

“Sawamura! Stop shouting!” Miyuki used one arm to shake Eijun’s shoulder, his brows furrowed and emphasizing his displeasure at Eijun’s volume. “I almost died, you think you could be nice to me for once.”

“I’m always nice to you!” Eijun shouted again, rolling his eyes when Miyuki gave him a fierce look. “Well I am,” he pouted, shifting to sit more firmly on Miyuki’s bed.

“You are,” Miyuki agreed, giving up the fight and laughing with a pained wince when Eijun looked at him with a dropped jaw. “Why did you really come here, Sawamura?” Miyuki let his hand drop from its place on his hip, his fingers brushing against Eijun’s with masked intent.

“Because I was scared,” Eijun admitted, eyes trained where Miyuki’s fingers were lingering near his own. “Because, I can’t stand the thought of losing you,” he continued, twitching his fingers and laying them between Miyuki’s. “Because… because I am pretty sure I love you…” he trailed off, cheeks flushing and eyes darting to any point in the room that wasn’t Miyuki’s face.

Using all of his remaining energy, Miyuki laced his fingers together with Eijun’s. His eyelids felt heavy, the product of the pain medicine dumping into his arm at predetermined intervals, but he fought off the feeling of drowsiness. “Thank you for saving me,” Miyuki’s voice was still weak, growing quieter as his medicine pulled him toward sleep. “I’m sure I love you too,” he whispered the words, squinting his eyes to focus on Eijun’s blurred face. “When I can breathe again, I’ll kiss you to prove I mean it…” The last word trailed off as Miyuki slipped into a soundless sleep.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Eijun declared, squeezing Miyuki’s hand tighter in his own and settling on the bed to watch his catcher sleep.

Miyuki was okay, and even if it was only the drugs talking, Eijun had heard the words “I love you” from the most important person in his world. Content to watch Miyuki sleep for the time being, Eijun smiled as he daydreamed about what they future would bring.

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College au? I'll let your creativity run free from there ;D (also what the heck, I'm planning on my major/minor to be English too?)

College Freshmen Are Loud

Read it on ao3!  & send in a prompt!

Summary: The noise in Dan’s dorm hall is cutting into his sleep. Phil provides a solution

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: thank u, ryanne. I love college aus :(( (we should talk majors)

Dan wakes up to the sound of a chair hitting a wall at 2:47 am, and he’s fine until he hears giggles that eventually grow louder. This is the fourth time this week that people on his floor have come back drunk, and honestly, it was annoying the first time. Now it’s cutting into his sleep and he has early morning classes that he wants to be conscious for. He breathes out exasperatedly and clenches his bed sheets for a second before rolling onto his side and covering his ears with his pillow.                It’s pretty effective, but he has to hold it in place and his arms start cramping after a minute and a half. He doesn’t sleep for the rest of the night.—“Are you alright? You look terrible,” is the first thing Dan hears when he enters his 7:40 lecture. If it were anyone but Phil, he’d say it put him in an even worse mood. He manages a smile, despite his brain feeling ten times slower than usual, and slumps down into the chair beside Phil.“Thanks. I got no sleep last night because the assholes on my floor think it’s funny to be extremely loud during all hours of the fucking night,” Dan says, sighing a bit melodramatically. He can’t help it. It sucks and there’s nothing he can do. He’s already tried moving, but there’s no empty singles, and he doesn’t want to even briefly entertain the thought of moving in with someone else. He gets it, he totally does. The idea of having a roommate is exciting for a lot of people; it’s just not for him. At all. He’s having a difficult enough time dealing with having people rooms away from him.“What do they do? Is it really that bad?” Phil asks. He’s smirking but Dan literally doesn’t have enough energy to roll his eyes.“I’m pretty sure one of them broke a window last night,” Phil laughs at that, and the sound makes him smile for the first time that morning. He kinda hates the effect Phil has on him, but he usually just elects to ignore it. There’s no chance Phil likes him. And he’s graduating this year. Surely the age difference would be weird. Does Phil even like guys?He’s broken out of his thoughts by a nudge to his side and he jumps slightly, remembering where he is.“You might wanna start taking notes,” Phil whispers, lines of words already covering his page. Dan can’t stop himself from blushing, but Phil’s attention is back on the professor.Dan sits there for an hour and fifteen minutes, sporadically taking notes and daydreaming before he finally gets to pack up his stuff. He’s thinking about grabbing something to eat before his next class, when a hand comes down on his shoulder.“Hey, if your hall is too loud again tonight, you’re always welcome to stay in my room. My roommate’s never around.” Dan is taken aback by Phil’s offer; for a second he thinks his sleep-deprived brain made it up. He’s silent and slack-jawed for a few seconds too long, and Phil’s face begins to look unsure.“You don’t have to or anything, I was just-”“No, I want to!” Dan says quickly, awkwardly grabbing Phil’s wrist in the process. They both look down and Dan lets go immediately, bringing his hand to the back of his own neck.“I mean, yeah, if I can’t sleep, right, I’ll do that,” he does a vague finger gun motion and hates himself.“Okay, so I’ll see you later, maybe?” Phil asks, and his smile is back but Dan’s heart is still beating a mile a minute.“Yeah, I’ll text you,” Dan sounds breathless and that’s because he is, he just hopes Phil doesn’t notice. He wouldn’t point it out if he did.“Cool,” it’s the last thing Phil says before he turns with a small wave and walks in the opposite direction Dan’s going. Dan feels like his skin is burning off, but he can’t stop smiling.—                He listens closely. It’s a little after 11, and for once he can’t hear anyone screaming, and he thinks that it’s probably because the world hates him. The cutest guy Dan’s ever seen in his life invites him to his room and for the first time since he moved in, these assholes are what? Asleep at a decent hour?                He rolls over in his bed, and closes his eyes for exactly six seconds before he makes his decision. He stands up and packs a set of clothes, and the books he needs for class tomorrow, and steps outside into the cold air.                For as much determination that he had on the walk to Phil’s dorm, when he’s actually outside his door, he hesitates. He brings his hand up to knock a few times, even thinking about going back to his room and just going to sleep because it’s getting late and he needs a few hours, at least.                He finally does it, three quick taps and his heart rate accelerates as he waits for it to open.                “Hey,” Phil says, calmly, stepping out of the doorway and gesturing for Dan to enter. Dan has only been in Phil’s room once for a minute, so he’s never had the opportunity to really look around. His eyes roam over the insignificant details, and he doesn’t realize Phil’s talking to him until he’s halfway through his sentence.                “-never around, like I said. So, that’s a plus, I guess,” Dan blinks, but when he doesn’t respond, Phil turns to face him.                “Uh, sorry, I wasn’t listening,” Dan says, stuttering and blushing. He should probably just lie down and try to forget any of this happening.                “It’s so quiet here,” he says instead, putting his backpack down and attempting to relax. He has nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine.                “This must be a completely new experience for you. How’s it feel?” Phil asks. It seems like it doesn’t matter what Phil does, Dan finds himself completely enamored, which is putting him at a slight disadvantage. He doesn’t think that’s really fair.                “It’s… weird. I think it’s almost too quiet.” Dan had gotten so used the ambient noise of talking and laughing that the quiet was a bit confounding.                “Well that won’t be a problem for long. I’ve been told that I talk in my sleep.” Dan’s eyes widen at the admission and Phil continues, “Not that I would know for sure. It’s not like I’m there when it happens.” Dan laughs, and he has to stop doing that, it wasn’t that funny. But Phil smiles, and Dan forgets his impulses all at once.                “Speaking of sleep, you probably want to do that now. That’s why you’re here.” Phil’s cheeks go pink for a change, and for a moment, Dan thinks it’s refreshing, but then he’s smiling. He can’t seem to catch a break.                “So… what are the…” Dan searches for an appropriate term, but the best he can come up with in under three seconds is “sleeping arrangements”. He hadn’t thought about the implications of the night before going over, and what did he think would happen? Phil only has one bed. Mathematically, only one thing works.                “Sleeping on the floor is no big deal to me, really. It’s fine,” Dan fills in quickly before Phil can get a word.                “What? No, I invited you over so you could finally get a good night’s sleep. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor,” Phil says, strongly, not leaving any room for argument.                “Well, it’s your room, so I can’t make you sleep on the floor,” Dan counters. As the last word falls off of his tongue, he understands what he said, what it could be construed to mean.                “Are you suggesting that we share the bed?” Despite his earlier embarrassment and uncertainty, Phil says this with a hint of a smirk on his lips. Dan wants to stop existing, but he also really wants to sleep in the same tiny twin-sized bed as Phil Lester. He’s almost certain that he’s never wanted anything more in his life.                “I mean… what I meant to say was, I wouldn’t have a problem with it seeing as we both just want to sleep, and you know, back support is an important thing. Can’t get that from the floor…” Dan feels more self-conscious with every passing second as Phil’s smug grin reaches more parts of his face. Like his eyes.                “Yeah, I agree. Should we go to sleep then?” Without waiting for a reply, Phil hops into his bed and pats the space next to him. It’s not a very big space, and that makes Dan simultaneously excited and terrified. How were they supposed to negotiate this? There weren’t very many comfortable positions they could find this way. After a moment of fidgeting limbs and rustling bed sheets, Phil’s arm comes to rest around Dan’s waist. His fingers trace a small pattern, and then he tenses.                “Is this okay? It’s the only comfortable place for my arm.” Dan smiles at the concern in Phil’s voice but his heart beat is erratic, and he’s worried Phil can feel it.                “Yeah, it’s fine,” Dan manages, nearly choking on the first syllable. He can’t believe this is actually happening.                “Goodnight, Dan.”                “Yeah, goodnight…”—                When Dan’s alarm goes off in the morning, he attempts to turn over but is stopped. His eyes shoot open and he remembers that he’s not in his room. Phil’s arm is still draped over him, slightly tighter now that he’s tried to move. He wonders how to go about this without it being too awkward, grabbing Phil’s hand and attempting to move him carefully so he doesn’t wake up. But then Phil���s hand squeezes and he breathes in, stretches and freezes. His grip loosens and his breathing stops for a moment.                Maybe he doesn’t know Dan is awake yet. He can play it off like he’s just waking up now. He’s a pretty good actor, he could pull it off.                “You’re gonna be late to class,” Phil says. His sleep-muddled voice startles Dan, and Phil definitely knows he’s awake now.                “Well, maybe I wouldn’t if you let go of me.” Dan has no idea what made him so bold all of a sudden, but he bites his tongue and holds his breath, waiting for a response.                “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Phil says, moving his arm back to his side. Dan feels relieved and disappointed all at once, but he sits up anyway. He’s about to get up to change and then leave when Phil grabs his hand again. He looks back at Phil and his messy hair and his perfect lips.                “You should come back when your class is over. We could get lunch or something.” Dan smiles softly and Phil’ thumb traces nervous circles onto the back of his hand.                “Yeah, sure, that’d be great,” Dan can’t stop his smile from growing and he probably looks stupid, but he doesn’t care.                “I’ll see you later then,” Phil says, bringing Dan’s hand to his lips for a brief second and then letting him go.                Dan never sleeps in his own bed again.