#i love u jet lag the game

[fourteenfifteen]

jet lag…………….

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Can u write something about Jackson Edwards’s??

He has no insta pics but search him up on TikTok if you don’t already know him!!!🩵🩵

Free | Jackson Edwards x Fem!Reader

Summary: after a night of fun, you wake up completely convinced you did something wrong. It’s NHL draft day, your boyfriend has been drafted, but abandoned you for a night.

Warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT ⚠️ (unprotected pls be careful and use proper protection)

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It’s draft night. Jackson hasn’t called me yet.

In our relationship, we cant see eachother for at least three hours before something very important like games, meetings, school events, or the draft.

It’s been more than three hours. It’s been 13. I came to the draft in Montreal, 2022. Jackson had invited me to come. I’m staying in a room by myself, the family decided to get one, and Jackson was supposed to share with me. For good luck. Last minute he decided to stay with a past teammate.

“Im just saying, he either is sticking to the unspoken rule we have, or I did something really bad when I was drunk.” I’m on call with my bestfriend, Piper.

“No. He’s just probably really busy. And he slept in a room full of guys he’s known since- like what? 16. Don’t sweat it. He’ll come around.” She calms me down.

I’m pacing back and forth in my hotel room. I packed up everything, it’s the last day to stay. We check out today at 6:30 and the draft is at 4:18. I’ll check out early but I would be leaving Jackson alone in Montreal for a night.

~

“With the number 200 pick, the Boston bruins draft… Defenceman Jackson Edwards!”

I scream in excitement, I remember looking at Jack to see what he was going to do. If he either was going to hug his mom, or me. He slides a smirk at me, hugs me and lets go. He pushed his lips onto my cheek, leaving a deep kiss. He warps his body around to flip over to his mom.

“I love you. Thank you for always supporting me.” He whispers to her. I’m forever grateful for this boy being in my life. He’s such a mammas boy.

I watch him walk down the stairs and up to the stage. Montreal, what a special place.

~

I didn’t see Jackson for hours because he was already filming social media content for the bruins, and to mention the endless press always talking to him for q&a’s.

“Hey babe, I’m on my way to the hotel, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night here. You know instead of going back home.” Jack left me a voicemail.

Honestly, I was too angry at him to even think about him. I love him so much that my head hurts. I could be sent to a ward if I didn’t know I was crazy for our love.

I immediately texted him back,

Uhh, yeah sure. I would be mega jet lagged anyway, I would rather do it with you. Heading over to the room 🩷

Okay see ya soon, door is unlocked 🐱💦

ew. No.

read

~

I make it to the room, the door was held open by someone’s shoe. “Babe?” I crept through the door.

“Wait!” Jackson yells through the room.

he came running to the door, pushing me out of the room. “I have a suprise.” He laughs and backs away. Leaving me alone in the hallway, with a visible open door.

“Hurry! I look stupid! Is anyone else in there?” I groan in annoyance.

“Settle down, it’s just me. Me and you!” Jackson takes my bags and throws them. I hear a thump from my big suitcase, I’m sure I’ll have to buy a new one. “It’s okay. I can buy you a new bag.” It’s like he can read my mind.

“Come!” He runs his hands up my arm. I reach for the door, he jolts to open the door before I can. I walk in to an empty room.

“I have to leave tomorrow around 4, someone booked me a media conference and it’s all happening so fast, so we should talk about what happened.” Jackson quiets down, as if I were a side gig he had to hide out of embarrassment.

I backed up into the room. Deepening the stay. I sit on a bed, Jackson follows behind me. He sits opposite from me on the other bed in the room.

White sheets tucked into the hotel bed finally wrinkle, I can see his eyes. He’s really hurt. He sucks his teeth. Kissing himself.

“I’m not mad. I’m just confused.” He confessed. He brushes his hair back. His eyes, laser like, burn into my eyes. I have no idea what happened when I got drunk but I’m scared. “So.. I’m sorry?” I pushed out.

Impulsively, I hug him. I feel Jackson tighten his arms around me. His hands wander. “It’s fine. Honestly, I’m just confused why you were dancing in other guys.”

“What?” I’m embarrassed. I was probably so drunk that I thought random guys were Jackson.

“It’s okay.” He pulls his shirt off. He twirled me around. We dance. He rips off my clothes. Laundry every where. New kiss marks appear on my abdomen.

“I don’t care. Ttruthfully, it turned me on.” He laughed out. “But… if you were to apologize, you can show me by..” he trails off. Pulling off his pants. I see his already hard dick.

He’s bare, nude, and already laying down- ready for me. I jump ontop of him. Laying a big kiss on his lips. I stick my tounge into his mouth. He moves his tongue into my mouth. We massage eachothers mouths. His hands wander down to my bare ass.

I slide my hand down his abs. Feeling his love trail under his belly button. I reach for his sensitive balls. Playing with them I stick my finger into his mouth. Reaching for his dick I start to suck down.

~

Feelibg my mouth fill with cum. I hit my gagging point. I pull up, he shoves my head down. I feel like I’m going to throw up. I squeeze his balls harder. He jolts up. And I lift up from his shaft.

Tears fall from my eyes. I gag one last time. He feels my hole, I straddle ontop of him. “Already wet? For me?” He moans out. He grabs me closer, kissing me. Tounges feeling up eachother. He lifts me up, I sit down on him, landing on his dick.

His hardened cock sticks inside. I let out a breathe. Letting myself set up for him. I push him down into his back, I stack a movement, my ass hits his legs, skin smacking skin.

I smell our cum mixing together.

~

My favorite thing about Jackson is his love for physical touch. His aftercare feels so special.

“Go pee. Come back and I’ll have stuff out.” I hurry out of bed to go pee. Jackson pulls snacks out of his bag. He turns on a movie for us. He lays out a sleep shirt of his for me.

I walk out of the bathroom. The hotel smells like fresh laundry. I hear Jackson laugh as I look confused. My body, cold, breast hang, ass out, bare body, I come running to the bed. I slide into the white oversized shirt. Jackson kisses me on my forehead, he whispers affectionate affirmations to me.

He cuddles into me, I let him snuggle his head into my breast. I watch the movie and he eats the snacks.

we have a pro player in our lives, and I’m proud to say that I’ve known him since before his days.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

@bootlegfrank tagged me and @septiccoffeefreak - who shares this post w me because we're writing partners >:3 (frank tagged us indirectly. and then directly because i responded saying i was gonna do it. so in-indirect-diretly(??))

Rules: list the first lines(s) of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern. I also said where each one is from in case u don't wanna scroll through our ao3 and do the math urself!!!

all these fics except one r RPF, sooo BE WARNED. i'm putting everything under da cut, and i'm also putting my reblog banner since fanfiction!!! is!!! art!!!

Seán’s about ready to burn his entire calendar.

from "Scheduling Conflicts and How To Cope - A Guide For The Busy Homosexual"

Tommy hates LA with every fiber of his being.

from "City Of Angels"

it's cold, and it hurts.

from "The Part Where it Gets Better (Lads rescue AU)", and also THIS SOUNDS SO WEIRD OUT OF CONTEXT LIKE WHAT'S COLD??? it's water. the water is cold. this is the character based one btw. WE FOUND IT, THE NON-RPF!!!

Tommy inspects Seán’s behelit tattoo carefully, running his thumb over it a little, then kisses it.

I fucking would. kissing all his tattoos right now. mwah. this goddamn MOOD is from "There's No Place Like Home"

Ethan N3st0r was not expecting Seán to still be awake at three AM, even though with jet lag considered, he really fuckin should have.

I censored the name for search but it's not like that in the fic, that's just for tumblr. anyway, from "Three Drabbles In Which Tommy and Seán are bad at Keeping Secrets"

Ethan's the one to bring it up first, on Brain Leak, of all things.

OPENING WITH ETHAN AGAIN LMAOO. this is from "And Suddenly, It Makes Sense."

"So, who would have thought, huh? T0mmy1nn1t and Jacks3pt1c3y3, famous YouTubers, passed away in their sleep on the same night."

censored for tumblr again. from "Count your Soulmates- There's only one."

Seán and Tommy have sleepovers sometimes.

from "kissing practice". very original opening line /sar /lh (also tbh i feel awful about em being evil in this one :( I know its fanfic and i can do whatever I want but like. idk. i'm not accusing em of being mean IRL okay??? OKAY))

Seán spends about fifteen minutes pacing and staring at himself in the mirror, doing breathing exercises his therapist taught him and trying not to rub or scratch his wrists too much.

from "Puppy Love", the closest we've ever gotten to full misce posting on main

They were gluing ducks to a jeep the first time it happened.

FROM "PETNAMES" AND ALSO THE BEST OPENING LINE EVER

INTERPRETATION TIME!!!!

soooo yeah!!! we like to jump right into action as well but I think it's safe to say our autistic ass habits of giving exposition for everything lead to the specific outcome of starting in the middle of a scene, WITH an explanation of the scene. like we're already in the middle of something going on but also sometimes it's exposition at the same time somehow?? or like right after these first lines. idk maybe that's just me????

the way it's usually less (character does this) and more (character does this BECAUSE ____ // character is doing this and FEELING ____) feels like it's trying to give context, to me. but again idk maybe just me

TIME FOR SEÁN'S READING:

@septiccoffeefreak - "What I'm noticing here is more along the lines of just, how we almost always seem to open with a person. Usually by their actual name(s) too and not just a pronoun. I understand what you mean, Tommy, but I don't personally get that vibe? You could totally be right, of course, I just don't pick up on that. I defenitely notice, though, just how many of these are sentences where the literal first word is a name. the two exceptions to that are the pronoun "they" (which is still a person- or two people actually), and then water.

I guess the dialogue could also be considered an exception, but I don't think it counts since it also directly references us as characters.

and that's not something you necessarily have to do. You could open describing scenery or objects, or with dialogue that DOESN'T have the names of the characters in it- you could open with wind through a blade of grass or a character cursing under their breath or someone's cellphone crashing to the pavement or something. So it's definitely an "us" thing, it's a quirk of our writing style and not just normal writing. I don't know if like, we ALWAYS do this, but I do know that in these ten fics you pulled we do. I wouldn't be surprised if we did it like literally all the time as well, but I'm not going to pretend to know every first line we've ever penned to paper. or...print?? I don't fucking know, here, I'm just analyzing sentences on the internet for a tagging project.

Sorry if this ramble is kind of long, I hope it's at least interesting though??? sort of interesting? kind of interesting, in it's own way, hopefully. at least mildly, like a video you didn't turn on but aren't really reaching for the mouse/remote on to change it. You know?? Yeah. Like that. Or more interesting then that, hopefully. Thanks for uh, reading or, whatever, listening if you have a screen reader i guess, I'm getting nervous and it's very obvious because i'm rambling so I'm gonna hand things back off to the birthday boy, Toms. wish Tommo a happy birthday or I swear to fucking god your liver will be missing in the morning and you'll find it at the bottom of your morning cup of coffee."

back to me:

LMAO

wow omg i love my babygirl,,,, that made me laugh >:p

ANYWAYS. i didn't notice that!! oh em gee,,,,, name moment.

YOU SHOULD DO THIS TOO AND SEE IF YOUUUU SEE ANYTHING!!!!!

I'M TAGGING @kalcifers-blog AND.... no one else because all my other mutuals who i know for a fact write have paused as far as i'm aware, bc they're into mcyt RPF like I am and the w1lbvr situation put them on hiatus. and i don't know if any of them are back to feeling up to writing stuff.

I don't write about w1bvr ever and didn't watch him so I wasn't that affected but a lot of people were even if they just watched so like... Kalcie ur alone on here i'm SO SORRIE. ALSO this is /nf so u don't have to if u dont want to :p :3 >:D :000 >:PPPP :000 >:00

[junjiie]

mutual game !! 🗯️

assign an nct member & nct song to your mutuals (≧∀≦)

back once again for the renegade master d4 damage with the ill behaviour... OKAYYY I GOT U BSF!!! but replacing moots w My Four Faves as usual 🤓

@wave2love karma - karma is very chenle imo. (bc ur Annoying😂😂 but in a loveable way i Guess..) and for a song either pandora’s box by 127 or love again by dream!!!

@mins-fins isa - isaaa is jungwoo or haechan fs!!! and mayb rocket by the dreamies for a song?!? it’s so fun omg. NO WAITTT and blue wave too..

@so2uv sol - sol is renjun and that’s fact. p sure everyone knows ab my sol pretzel agenda by now so to switch it up im going to add fool by 127!!! it also gives me sol vibes 👍

@astrozuya luka - LUKAAA ermm okok. jaehyun for a member bc he’s my peach melba pie like.. (if i see one more person call jh emotionless or serious or some shit i will RIOT btw he’s so silly!!!!) and jet lag or crash landing by 127 for a song!!!

omg can i do myself too.. i’d give myself jeno and running 2 u or bungee lowk.. guys is that accurate.... Who is he talking to😂

[theragethatisdesire]

hiii!!

6. what small quirks do they love about each other?

how is your day going? 🩷🩷

omg hi nonny!! i'm doing so well other than the fact that i just started my period lol how are u???

thank u sm for sending :)

6. for eren's part, he's loves your obsession with little games and puzzles. he always watches while you do your crosswords in the morning, shouts out an answer that's usually wrong. he helps you with the solitaire and sudoku games you play on your phone when you can't sleep, again, usually wrong but he's got the spirit. he loves the way you can fall asleep literally anywhere, on a train, on a plane, sitting up at the dining table with a book in front of you. you're practically narcoleptic due to your near-constant jet lag, but he thinks it's adorable.

for your part, eren's tendency to throw a fit about mundane things secretly cracks you up. he hates conditioner because it's slimy, orders chicken tenders at restaurants because he doesn't want to try the adventurous appetizers, has to change his hoodie three separate times before watching a movie because the first two didn't "feel right". it can be annoying, but it's more endearing than anything. you also love his enthusiasm for every little thing you achieve. finished one small assignment? eren's taking you out to be wined and dined. reached a new low for your mile running time? eren's charging into your post-gym shower to give you a high five and a kiss. he's your #1 fan 24/7

i just literally love him sm it hurts

[toruro]

id love to talk shit w u. except lowkey it wont stay talking shit bc i’m crazy and if i see one more person being dickish 2 u here i *will* be acting. anyways yeah i slept for almost the entire day💀💀 the jet lag is hitting me *hard* i’m so not excited for my semester to start back up ..

also very proud of u for having written . u should be proud of urself too btw .

anyways, am currently replaying a game i rly love that should take me *at least* until i’m recovered to get a good part of the way thru (my first play through is maybe 250 hours and i didn’t finish the last fight bc i was in denial abt finishing the game) . hopefully i don’t pass out while sitting at my desk i can barely function LMFAO

AND IM GLAD UR FREE OF COVID NOW !!! GLAD 2 HEAR IT

- ts eliot anon <3

I ACTUALLY LVOE YOU also omg i know exactly how ur feeling!?!?! bc when i first got back home covid had me knocked out in the mornings and i'd try to sleep at night but i kept waking up at like 1-3am and would not be able to go back to sleep until like 8-9hrs later ... praying that u will fare better than me

good for u for at least sitting up and doing something. if it makes u feel any better when i was at the height of it i tried to sit up straight to eat like twice a day and it would make me so dizzy i'd just fall back asleep and it sucked bc i was laying down for like four days straight and MY BACK. IT FUCKING KILLED MY BACK. MY BACK WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN. i'm so glad i'm freed from thsoe shackles i got coffee this morning

[sugugasm]

# JET LAGGED ! — toji fushiguro

✩༄ toji fucks you dumb on a private jet.

• pairing - ceo! toji x wife! reader

• content warning - f! reader, public fucking??, dom! toji, sub! reader, doggystyle, throat-fucking, ass slapping, use of pet names such as ( baby, slut, mama ) breeding kink, reader has a tramp stamp and toji has hand tats idk why.

• a/n - hiii omg, i had fun writing this one. please excuse any mistakes i was high making this. 🧍🏽‍♀️i love u all and thank u for reading, i hope u enjoyyy <33

you poured a glass of champagne before getting comfy in your seat. your husband, toji, had strung you along on a business trip to europe. you’ve always wanted to go — and he knew that — so he had a thought.

why not bring his favorite woman to accompany him on this journey?

you took tiny sips from your glass as you read over a few pages of your current book, toji sitting across from you with your legs on his lap. he was rubbing your freshly painted toes all the while staring at you like a starved man.

“everything okay, my love?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows in an inquisitive manner. you looked so damn cute. you’d gotten your hair done before the trip — those lengthy, pretty braids that he loved to pull on while you cried out his name from under him.

“you look good.”

if there was anything you knew about toji, it’d be that he hated being pissed off — and that’s exactly what you’d done. being such a brat that you couldn’t wait until you landed at your destination, you decided to fuck with him in an attempt to get him all riled up — but you were playing with fire here.

if there was anything you knew about toji, it’d be that he hated being pissed off — and that’s exactly what you’d done. being such a brat that you couldn’t wait until you landed at your destination, you decided to fuck with him in an attempt to get him all riled up — but you were playing with fire here.

“i should bend your ass over and fuck you right now, but that wouldn’t be very appropriate of me now would it?”

your lashes batted at him, a slight smirk on your pretty face. “what’s stopping you?” you test, earning a look from toji. he wanted you — so badly too, but he knew the flight attendants would most definitely hear your moans echo throughout the plane.

cause when toji hit it, toji hit it good.

“what’re you bein’ a brat for?”

“what’s wrong, baby. can’t play your own game?” he knew what you were referring to. the little kitchen mishap this morning before your departure. he’d been teasing you — kissing the sweet spot on your neck in an attempt to have a quickie before heading to the airport. the two of you were already behind on time and you knew how important this trip was — toji, on the other hand, was willing to put it on pause.

“y/n, watch your mouth.”

“you started it,” you mumble, but rather quietly cause you knew that if he heard that fall from your mouth you’d be in a load of troubl—

“what was that?”

you pretended not to hear him, quickly averting your eyes back to the book in your hands. toji removed your foot from his lap and arose from his seat, now standing directly in front of you, being face to face with his bulge.

“take my pants off.”

your doe eyes gape up at him, “toji we’re landing in two hours, would you sit down and wait until—”

“does it look like i give a fuck? take my pants off.”

he had to be joking. there was no way he’d fuck you on this plane right now — not when there was a possibility of someone seeing you. toji was a private man. you’d told him once before that you were into the idea of fucking in public, but he shut you down — saying, ‘that pussy is only for me to see.’ he liked to keep you to himself, although that statement didn’t really seem to apply right now.

you couldn’t deny the pool between your thighs as you reached for his belt. you peered up at him just to see him already staring down at you with a stern look on his face. once you removed his slacks and underwear, his thick cock sprung out, hitting his stomach and leaking with precum.

he obviously wasn’t too mad about your attitude.

“you know what to do.”

and you did — without another hesitant thought, you stuck your tongue out and licked at his slit. after a few more licks, you engulfed him into your mouth, lips closing around his tip as you slowly began to move your head back and forth. this only earned praise from toji, him muttering things like ‘yes, just like that’ and ‘such a fuckin’ slut’ from above you.

the praise only encouraged you to take him deeper, your head moving faster and his hand coming to the back of your head in a team effort. you were swallowing him up, almost the whole thing, but he was wide and your mouth was only so big.

“that’s it, take it all. feel it hittin’ the back of your throat, hm?” he asks, watching your eyes begin to tear up as your mouth produced the most lewd sounds he’s ever heard. you were gagging and moaning around him, trying your absolute best to make him proud. toji noticed your fists beginning to bawl as your nose got closer to his pelvis.

you poor thing. with a a few more sucks, he allowed you to let him go, letting your back hit the seat as you coughed and caught your breath. you had a mixture of pre-cum and saliva on your face — and he was still leaking.

with his dick in his hand, he lifted your chin up, allowing himself to get a better look at you. your plump lips were swollen and you were breathing hard. his pretty girl. toji tapped his thick cock on your lips as you gave him a small grin.

by the look on your husbands face, you knew he was about to wreck you. you loved when he got like this — frustrated and determined, even if it ended with you not being to walk straight the next day.

“turn around and arch your back. lemme’ see that ass.”

you wasted no time doing so, hiking your dress up and moving your thong to the side, showcasing your pretty cunt that was just glistening and waiting to be stretched. your pussy drove him crazy. from how pretty it was, to the way it sucked him in when you fucked — it was a blessing and you felt like heaven.

bringing his tatted hands to your ass, he spread your cheeks apart to give him a better view of your thumping hole. he kneeled down, placing his tongue on your folds to get you nice and ready — even though you were already soaking, and he wanted a taste.

“ooo- fuck, baby!” you yelp, feeling him tongue fuck you for a brief moment, then sending a slap to your ass. before standing, he spat on your cunt and used his thumb to spread the liquid across your folds. with a hard cock in his palm, he aligned himself with your entrance, rubbing his tip against it.

“look at how wet you are, doll. i could just slide right in.”

“toji— please, fuck! stop teasing me.”

that response sent a harsh slap to your ass, “talk to me nice. that mouth is what got you in this position to begin with.” he wasn’t wrong. you did in fact get yourself into this — but you’d do it over and over again.

“t-toji, please put it in baby. i need you. i’m sorry..” you cry out, a bit too loud, as you inch your ass back on him to feel something. laughing at you desperation, toji finally slides his cock in — your pussy warm and tight. you were squeezing him just right, but you were holding back for some reason.

“it’s too big— aah, oh my god.”

“don’t run, mama. remember all the shit you were talking before, hm? now you can’t take dick?” he asks, his head tilting to the side as he works your pussy. the stretch was a mix of pleasure and pain. the man wasn’t even all the way in yet and you were begging for him to take some out.

after a few more gentle strokes, toji’s speed eventually picked up. you could feel every crevice of his cock glide against you and he felt so fucking good. he was giving you long strokes, pushing all the way in and then sliding all the way out leaving only a bit of his tip in every time.

he was so deep.

“goddamn, y/n. you’re creamin’ on it, such a good girl,” toji groaned as your ass began to clap back on him, your flesh coming into contact with his stomach as you left a white ring around his cock like a snail trail. the sight of his dick sliding in and out of you had his face scrunching up as he followed your rhythm, giving you hard strokes.

you reached out your arm behind you, pushing and clawing at his stomach, “oh— aah, toji, you’re in my stomach baby! fuck please cum in me, i want it so bad!” you shout. toji was honestly surprised no one has come to check on the two of you yet. you were so noisy — maybe they got the hint.

“make me cum, love. you can do it—fuck! pussy’s takin’ me so well. look at that— in and out in and out.” his inducing words only motivated you more, your ass jiggling with every thrust he gave you and your pussy singing a pretty song. toji could feel his stomach tighten up when you came again, clenching around him with the intention of milking him for all he’s got.

“shit—m’ bout to cum. fuck, yes. gonna’ fill this pussy up.”

with one final thrust, toji came. his grunts and small moans sounded so good — almost making you want to cum again on the spot. he lazily slid out of you, your pussy making a squelch sound as you released his cock. he kissed the tattoo on your lower back and all the way up your spine before planting one on your lips.

“are you still mad at me baby?” you ask with an innocent, yet breathless smile on your face. he slaps your ass playfully and you wiggle it, giggling. after toji pulls his pants up, he helps you fix yourself up — adjusting the straps on your dress and putting your shoes back on your feet.

“thank you for bringing me, toji.”

the scar on his lip turning upwards into a smile as he mushed your face in his hands, giving you a kiss.

“anything for you.”

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[yyxgin]

could u please do svt in a long distance relationship headcanon?? tysm and have a lovely day

heyyy im not really good at this headcanon thing tbh so i hope i did your request justice with this :p have a lovely day and thanks for the ask!

seungcheol - i'm a strong believer that gift giving is one of cheol's primary love languages so i can only imagine him sending you gifts,, like some pretty jewelry or even send you flowers with little notes in them whenever he feels like it!! never forgets an anniversary and always makes sure to visit you on the special day:)

jeonghan - travels to meet you so often you are worried for his health because of how jet lagged he gets. he insists that nothing beats quality time together though, so he doesn't really care. keeps cuddling you when he's around, you can barely move. tells you that it's because he wants to imprint you into his muscle memory so he can feel you in his arms even when he's away.

joshua - sends you covers of your favorite songs or just songs that remind him of you in voice memos. also, he's big on voice memos because it's just easier to talk than to type. loves hearing your voice so he only imagines you do as well. always cheers you up on bad days and just rambles about whatever when he's bored

junhui - double texts you all the time and always sends a long train of messages whenever he tells you a story. replies in memes only. whenever you post on instagram, his comments are peak comedy. somehow always facetimes you when he's sitting on the toilet or rushing somewhere.

soonyoung - randomly calls you in the middle of the night because he forgets about timezones and when he realises its 3am where you live, he gets very apologetic and feels so bad he hangs up and you have to call him back

wonwoo - truth is you two probably met through gaming,, like in league of legends or on a minecraft server lmao. you two call on discord a lot and he buys you nitro from time to time. if youre on a call w your other internet friends they keep complaining abt how sweet the two of you are towards each other. leaves u little notes in your minecraft house or drops a diamond sword in one of your chests >:(

jihoon - writes songs about you and sends you the drafts. jokes and tells you not to leak them. also im a strong believer that he organizes holidays for the two of you whenever you both have free time and insists on getting matching "i ❤ [city]" shirts wherever you two go. the collection of silly shirts reminds him of you. also i know he's a tsundere but i think he gives you a promise ring so you can remember his promise that one day, you'll live together and the distance will no longer be a worry :)

seokmin - sends you letters all the time because he's just romantic like that. i would even go as far as saying he keeps a locket with your picture on him and looks at it when he misses you. sends you postcards from every place he visits and brings you small souveniers or gifts from everywhere.

mingyu - uses snapchat more than anything. documents his whole day for you and also sends a few 'sexy' selfies u shamelessly screenshot. keeps whining about missing you and constantly asks you when he's gonna see you again.

minghao - definitely owns the touch lamps that change colors whenever the other person touches it. sometimes you two go back and forth and challenge each other on who will tap it the last. also, whenever the two of you meet, you go hiking, so you can relax from the technology you two use daily to communicate

seungkwan - whenever you complain about someone that made you mad, he keeps telling you that he's gonna fight them despite living thousand miles away. or when you're sad he tells you he's gonna kidnap you so you two can be together and he can cuddle you all the time

vernon - he's so terrible at texting that you two almost exclusively call. sometimes he falls asleep during the call, but that's okay. when you face time, you have to beg him to turn the light on so you can see his face. sends you spotify links to songs he likes and associates with you. also i lowkey feel like whenever you two meet, he keeps posting insta stories with you to brag.

chan - downloads one of these couple apps where you send each other little doodles or notes! compliments you on them all the time even though they literally suck. also,, has that app where it counts the days, minutes and seconds you two have been in a relationship and posts it on his story on your anniversary

[dokifluffs]

Dada’s Home | Kenma, Iwaizumi

Pairings: Kenma X Reader (female), Iwaizumi X Reader (female) 

Genre: softest haikyuu domestic fluff omg 

Author’s Note: get fed BUT also, kenma’s isn’t really him coming home from somewhere unlike the other’s so- 

Dada’s Home | Ushijima, Tsukishima // Dada’s Home | Oikawa, Atsumu 

Warnings! All post time skip! Spoilers to manga end for Iwa! and also they have kids 

Kenma:

Confetti and a bright fanfare sounded into his headset as he yawned as bright light graphics strobed into his eyes 

Kenma let out a deep sigh as he leaned back into his game chair, thankful he figured out the ideal design for Bouncing Ball to sell

He read through the comments, quietly reading out the donations and comments from his viewers for his twenty four hour charity event 

so many told him to sleep with a mix of others with the same typical comments about saying hi to wherever they were from 

“Uh,” he squeezed his eyes shut before rubbing them back open as he reached to the side for his glasses. “Thanks onigiriman45 for the $100 donation, that’s very generous of you. He wrote: ‘It looks like there’s a little someone behind you trying to join your stream, also great games man, been watching you since the beginning, keep it up. I love watching after a long day,” he read 

“Ah, thanks for watching man, really appreciate it,” he smiled. 

“Little someone?” He turned in his seat as he looked back, the back area of his gaming room dark with LEDs strung up, lining the corners of the vast room 

you were fast asleep on the couch bed set in here for the nights you didn’t want to sleep alone in bed but you were cuddled into the blanket which covered your face 

but there his sub was right 

there was a little someone who sat on the bed who sat up with a little drool on her chin as she looked tiredly to her dad 

“Aw, D/N,” he didn’t miss a beat as he slipped off his cat headphones as he shuffled from his seat. “what’re you doing up, kitten?” he lifted her up just the slightest bit above his head as he stretched himself out 

“You need to sleep,” he said ironically as he sat her on his forearm as he made his way back, sure to leave you undisturbed

“Actually wait,” he paused as he stepped out of frame with his daughter in arm, the sound of the door sounding onto the stream 

there was a pause on the stream as a few new viewers joined the stream, asking where he went and whatnot

more donations and subs and gifts being given 

“Alrighty,” Kenma stepped into frame as he sat down, putting his headphones back on 

He scrolled up a bit through the comments, adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen into his face before his chat blew up once again 

“It seems you all noticed that I have a guest joining me,” he smiled as he glanced down to his baby girl cuddled against his chest in her carrier 

“Alright, let’s keep this train going,” he clicked to the next game, preparing the next hour or so for among us games 

The chat adored this new side of the Kodzuken 

his little girl leaned into him as he sat leaned back in his chair, easily playing the game whether he was doing tasks or pretending to be the impostor 

he every now and then looked down, adoring her sleepy little face, cheek pressed against his shirt, her small hands clinging onto him 

“good luck kiss,” he whispered, pecking her a small kiss to her cheek or beanie before he started the next game

Iwaizumi: 

He hauled his luggage through the door in a swift motion as he stepped in, his entire body exhausted and jet lagged yet to his surprise, he found the kitchen lights on while the living room lights were dimmed

He let out a low groan as he stretched, loosening his stiff muscles after a twelve-hour plane ride and then an hour and a half shuttle/ taxi ride home

But this was what he had to do as a trainer for the Japanese olympic team

The house was still and quiet with the lights on, giving him the illusion that you were awake but as he walked quietly over the carpeted floor

And there you two were

The stars of his life

You slept comfortably, fast asleep wearing one of his hoodies, laid on your back

On top of you, your baby girl as she laid on her tummy, cheek pressed on your stomach with your hands resting on top of her lower half

With her little mouth agape, her chubby cheeks squished on your stomach, she looked so precious to iwaizumi, his heart melted seeing her after so long

Her dark hair that matched his own was growing out, still very short but it was getting there

He knelt down beside the couch, resting his chin on his arm, tilting his head to the side to take a closer look at her

She was so small

He reached up with his other hand, nuzzling her plush, rosy cheek with the back of his index finger, the entire room silent

But being this close, he could hear her little breaths as she slept on you, as still as a log

Seeing her sleeping this close, it occurred to him he hadn’t seen her like this ever since she was born

He could remember that night so vividly as it it was only about a couple weeks ago

Yet a few months had already passed

A natural smile pulled on his lips, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks as he leaned even closer, his nose inches away from his

He closed the distance, rubbing his nose to hers, waking her from her sleep

But instead of normal cries from a child, her eyes slowly peeked open, a yawn escaping her as her hands closed around the fabric of the hoodie of his you wore

“Hey, baby,” his voice was low from his own sleepiness, the familiar sound even waking you too

His baby girl’s eyes pulled into thin lines as she smiled, cooing seeing her dad

“Sorry for waking you,” he knelt closer to you, pressing soft kisses to your cheek, mumbling repeatedly how much he missed the two of you into your skin

You brushed your fingers through his hair at the back of his neck, smiling as he pecked repeated small kisses to your lips

But as he did this, there were clear objections

“Don’t worry, dada’s gonna show you some love too,” he scooped his little girl into his hold, supporting her with his arm beneath her, the other resting on her back as he peppered small kisses all over her face, amusing her

“Let’s go up and sleep, hm?’ He glanced back to you as your daughter’s gaze was locked on her father’s, one small hand over her mouth, the other holding onto his shoulder

“Okay,” you let out a deep breath, your voice barely audible as he pulled you up, carrying his daughter securely in his arm

You couldn’t have asked for a better life than this one with Hajime. “Welcome home,” you snaked your hand around his waist as the two of you went up, leaving behind the dark ground level

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[wizkiddx]

hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie. 

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried. 

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake. 

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?” 

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered. 

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling.  “Is everything okay with you?” 

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.” 

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement. 

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke. 

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing. 

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him. 

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together. 

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of. 

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head. 

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats. 

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate  your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in . 

For what would, no doubt, be a long day. 

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the  energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes. 

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style. 

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore. 

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started. 

“Guys! It’s been a while.” 

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question. 

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit. 

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear  - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you. 

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to. 

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back. 

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you. 

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously. 

“Y/n you need to go home.” 

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed. 

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?” 

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”  

“And then lunch?” 

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy. 

“How fars the drive?” 

“At this time probably an hour and a half.” 

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down. 

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you. 

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’. 

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers. 

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point. 

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible. 

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms. 

“Wheres your team?” 

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway. 

“You sure?” 

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas. 

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you. 

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram. 

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly. 

“How you doing?” Tom asked. 

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation. 

“shit.” 

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you. 

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever. 

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“ 

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic. 

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.” 

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging. 

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-” 

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again. 

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake. 

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great. 

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin. 

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep. 

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears. 

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.” 

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

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#kpop songs!

୨୧ ttyl ; loossemble ! moonstruck ⋆ xo upper side dreamin' ⋆ blossom ⋆ i need the light ⋆ no doubt ⋆ fever ⋆ blessed-cursed ⋆ let me in ⋆ not for sale ⋆ 10 months ⋆ blockbuster ft. yeonjun ⋆ fatal trouble ⋆ still monster ⋆ bills ⋆ chaconne ; enhypen ! until the end of time ⋆ walking to the moon ; xdinary heroes [krock] ! sad song ⋆ it's alright ⋆ end it ; p1harony ! my girl ; a.c.e ! armageddon ⋆ thirsty ⋆ up ; aespa ! converse high ⋆ boy in luv ⋆ coffee ⋆ no more dream ; bts ! unconditional ⋆ flamin' hot lemon ⋆ roses ; jaehyun ! ok! ; nct u ! ay-yo ⋆ walk ⋆ fact check ⋆ parade ⋆ angel eyes ⋆ yacht ⋆ gimme gime ⋆ cherry bomb eng. ver ⋆ highway to heaven eng. ver ⋆ jet lag ; nct 127 ! i hate fruits ⋆ rains in heaven ⋆ when i'm with you ⋆ unknown ⋆ breathing ⋆ istj ⋆ broken melodies ⋆ like we just met ⋆ to my first ⋆ teddy bear ⋆ on the way ⋆ rainbow ⋆ love again ⋆ 1, 2, 3 ⋆ beautiful time ; nct dream ! love or die ; cravity ! midas touch ⋆ sticky ; kiss of life ! wicked love ; yena ! still with you ⋆ euphoria ⋆ yes or no ⋆ hate you ⋆ please don't change ; jungkook ! impurities ⋆ sour grapes ; le sserafim ! count it ⋆ abcd ; nayeon !

#non-kpop songs!

୨୧ woke up ⋆ something ain't right ⋆ left right ; xg ! wicked games ⋆ ex ⋆ mad at me. ⋆ gemini slander ; kana lede ! before i die ; shadowstep ! i like the way ; hi-five ! can't raise a man ; k. michelle ! snooze ; sza !

[gerrymike]

OK. commentary on my satg playlist. For reasons

lol it wont let me hyperlink but. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0w9pMZtOvP0plqdxT665q7?si=wEFnvdh3Rjaa0p2UX251mQ&dl_branch=1 Plug

1. PIEDMONT (DESTROY BOYS)

Looks like I'm late for the party Everyone knows the attire but me Glass walls separate us Catch a glimpse into different books On different shelves

i.e. teen crisis where u want desperately to live the same life as ppl on the street but also can’t imagine anything worse

2. SWEET ADELINE (ELLIOTT SMITH)

It's a picture-perfect evening and I'm staring down the sun Fully loaded, deaf and dumb and done Waiting for sedation to disconnect my head Or any situation where I'm better off than dead

i.e. she’s alive! is that worse or better. also jfc, you fucking hate hospitals

3. ALAMEDA (ELLIOTT SMITH)

You walk down Alameda  Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone Like some precious only son Face down, bow to the champion

also

Walk down Alameda  Brushing off the nightmares you wish Could plague me when I'm awake And now you see your first mistake  Was thinking that you could relate For one or two minutes she liked you But the fix is in

i.e. oops it’s two elliotts in a row, sorry. just. about the connection you can form with someone given just a short period of time, and how sometimes it gets ruined by, like, a werewolf. pretty similar to sweet adeline. mx weisglass gets two songs. plus “precious only son” 😬 “shuffling your deck of trick cards” 😬

4. CAN I PLAY WITH MADNESS (IRON MAIDEN)

Give me the sense to wonder To wonder if I'm free Give me a sense of wonder To know I can be me Give me the strength to hold my head up Spit back in their face

i.e. for Me mostly because i think the whiplash from elliott to maiden is kinda funny. also the gerry VS twisty animosity, in over-the-top wizardy terms. sometimes you are full of hate and that’s OK 😬 

5. ICU (PHOEBE BRIDGERS)

If you're a work of art I'm standing too close I can see the brush strokes I hate your mom I hate it when she opens her mouth It's amazing to me How much you can say When you don't know  What you're talking about

and

I'll climb through the window again But right now it feels good not to stand Then I'll leave it wide open Let the dystopian morning light pour in

i.e. we’re back in london…and, well, yeah. also, song title! we’re still in sacramento, actually, spiritually, at this point in the story

6. CRY FOR JUDAS (THE MOUNTAIN GOATS)

Feel the storm every night Hope it passes by Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth Draw a white chalk Baphomet Mistreat your altar boys long enough and this is what you get

i.e. crew. i think about him

7. IRIS (THE GOO GOO DOLLS)

And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight

plus

And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

i.e. OK. OK. OK. yeah, OK. damn right all you can taste is this moment…yeah OK. SONGS5

8. KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS (MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE)

It's been 8 bitter years since I've been seeing your face And you're walking away And I will die in this place

to

It's been 10 fucking years since I've been seeing your face round here And you're walking away And I will drown in the fear

i.e. ah…the lyrical differences in the chorus…yes…also i love how raucous this song is despite what it’s about. it’s got satg energy!!! “seeing your face”, of course, is not literal 😬

9. ENCHANTING GHOST (SUFJAN STEVENS)

Don't carry on carrying efforts, oh no, oh oh oh oh Somewhere there's a room for each of us to grow And if it pleases you to leave me, just go, oh oh oh oh Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost

and

Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp? Am I a pest to feed?

i.e. 😬😬😬

10. PAUL (BIG THIEF)

In the blossom of the months I was sure that I'd get driven off with thought So I swallowed all of it As I realized there was no one  Who could kiss away my shit

and PARTICULARLY

Well Paul, I know you said That you'd take me any way I came or went But I'll push you from my brain See, you're gentle baby I couldn't stay, I'd only bring you pain

i.e. HARROWING TERRITORY!!!

11. PITSELEH (ELLIOTT SMITH)

I'll tell you why I Don't wanna know where you are I gotta joke I've been dying to tell you

i.e. sorry. a lot of elliott smith on this playlist. thems the breaks

12. OPHELIA (THE LUMINEERS)

Oh, Ophelia You've been on my mind girl like a drug Oh, Ophelia Heaven help a fool who falls in love

i.e. callbacks to SONGS5…! and more pain

13. CLOUDS (BORNS)

I forget all my dreams I forget everyones name I meet I forget about time and space But I can't stop thinking 'bout your face

i.e. tfw your memory’s shit and also you just threw yourself into the sky and you’re still not over it. yowch!

14. ARCADE (DUNCAN LAWRENCE)

Oh, oh-oh-oh oh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh All I know, all I know Loving you is a losing game

i.e. sorry i heard this song first in a c#tradora edit and i have never recovered.

15. WARS (OF MONSTERS AND MEN)

Yeah, I love you on the weekends But I'm careless and I'm wicked Yeah, I love you on the weekends It's a cruel war I still have pieces of you stuck on me Pieces of you stuck on me Yeah, I love you on the weekends It's a cruel war

i.e. PIECES OF YOU STUCK ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the only song of the new omam i’ve heard. i never got around to listening to it. but this one slaps

16. MONTERO (LIL NAS X)

Lookin' at the table, all I see is weed and white Baby, you livin' the life, but baby, you ain't livin' right Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend

AND

A sign of the times every time that I speak A dime and a nine, it was mine every week What a time, an incline, God was shinin' on me Now I can't leave And now I'm actin' hella elite

AND ESPECIALLY

I want that jet lag from fuckin' and flyin'

i.e. God i love this song. re: avatarhood. YOU CAN’T LEAVE!!! not saying it’s like being a celebrity, but it’s like being a celebrity. dual perspectives here with G + his morality regarding the person he loves being, uh, evil? (you live in the dark / i cannot pretend) and M + debt he owes to his god, erosion of his own morals. also, SHEER F*CKING VIBES

17. GEYSER (MITSKI)

You're my number one You're the one I want And you've turned down Every hand that has beckoned me to come

i.e. love songs that serve double as to your god and to your lover

18. THAT’S WHAT I LIKE (BRUNO MARS)

Jump in the Cadillac (Girl, let's put some miles on it) Anything you want (Just to put a smile on it) You deserve it baby, you deserve it all

i.e. this song is here because i say so. a real “sorry it’s been seven years let me make it up to you” vibe

19. RUN AWAY WITH ME (SUFJAN STEVENS)

And I say, love Come run away with me Sweet, falling remedy Come run away with me

i.e. more grand ridiculous propositions. more to come. but they’re born out of a real frustration with the situation at hand! it sucks! also, “falling remedy”,

20. LET’S GET MARRIED (BLEACHERS)

I'm gonna get right for you, honey I'll take all of my medicine, spend you all my money, yeah I know it's hard enough to love me But I woke up in a safe house singing, "Honey, let's get married"

i.e. bro.

21. I WILL (MITSKI)

And while you sleep I'll be scared So by the time you wake I'll be brave

i.e. a lot of these here are self explanatory..

22. ME & MY DOG (BOYGENIUS)

I had a fever Until I met you Now you make me cool

also

I never said I'd be all right Just thought I could hold myself together But I couldn't breathe, I went outside Don't know why I thought it'd be any better I'm fine now, it doesn't matter

i.e. title is significant. and yeah. just. recovery’s tricky

23. I FOUND (AMBER RUN)

And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would

i.e. this is like a staple song for like. basically. any pairing. but i’m pathetic and it gets me every time. there’s something about it. not sure if i’m going to leave it on this playlist but. hm. yeah

OK that’s a wrap. highly likely i’ll put more songs on this as i go

[imaginethathaikyuu]

how would oikawa surprise his s/o for valentine’s day?

i know it’s not valentines day anymore but i couldnt get this idea out of my head and i only just had the chance to write it dkjfhsdla so pls enjoy this little scenario and thank u for requesting! 

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You knew what you were signing up for when you chose to date a professional volleyball player. By now, you should be used to being without Tooru. You knew you’d be left alone often while he was busy traveling for games.

But you weren’t ready to be without your lover on Valentine’s Day. 

You woke up to a cold bed. For some reason, you were confused at first - you wondered where Tooru was. And then you remembered. 

You weren’t getting a romantic breakfast in bed or a fancy brunch date. You had to have breakfast by yourself. It was a lonely morning, to say the least. 

That’s why you were more than happy to hear your phone ring and see Tooru’s name on the screen. 

“Tooru!” you exclaimed out of pure excitement. 

“Hey, darling,” he said - you could hear the smile in his voice. “I knew you’d be up by now.”

“What are you doing up?” you asked. “It’s late there, isn’t it?” 

“Hm? Oh… well, I wanted to call you for Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he answered, and you smiled wide. 

“I miss you,” you told him. “I wish you were here. But I’m glad you called.” 

“I miss you more,” he giggled. “I’d love to be there… How are you doing, honey?” 

“I’m sad,” you replied - maybe you shouldn't have said told him, but you were just being honest. 

“No, don’t be sad!” 

“I can’t help it!” 

“It’s okay!” he told you. “I’ll be home soon-ish, so just hang in there, okay?” 

With a sad smile you said, “Okay, Tooru. I’ll try. Anyway, how are you?” 

“I’m good,” he replied. “Australia is good.”

You paused for a moment. “Australia?” You were fairly certain he wasn’t in Australia - just last night he told you that he was in the US. “I thought you were in America?” 

Tooru seemed to pause too. “Did I say Australia?” His awkward laugh told you that something was up. “I meant America, uh… yeah, America! Sorry… I’m a bit sleep deprived, jet lag is a bitch.” 

Most of your suspicion was simmered with his explanation - you could tell that despite the usual pep in his voice, Tooru sounded exhausted. So you decided to give him a pass. 

“Anyway, sweetheart, I ordered you a Valentine’s gift and made sure it’d get there today - and I could’ve sworn I just heard the mail truck over the phone…” 

“Really?” you asked, standing up to go towards the door. “I don’t think I heard anything… what did you send?” 

“Go look!” he replied. “I think you’re going to love it. Do you see any packages?” 

Looking out the window by the door, you could see the porch where the mailman tended to leave your packages - there were none to be seen. And you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. 

“No package, Tooru,” you said into the phone, already making your way back to the living room. 

“Really?” he asked. “Maybe you should step outside and look, just to be sure...” 

“Tooru,” you sighed, “I’m already sure.” You didn’t want to go outside - it was still frigid out, and you were only in your pajamas. But just to double check, you opened the door - only to see an empty porch, exactly as you expected. “There - I opened the door, there’s nothing -” 

“Are you sure about that?”

You nearly dropped your phone when you heard Tooru’s voice - you really heard his voice. It wasn’t coming from your phone speaker. 

You were almost afraid to turn and look, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

Sure enough, standing right there to your left, there he was. 

“Tooru?!”

He was really standing there, a beautiful smile on his face. “I told you your package was here.” 

“You’re my package?!” you asked, laughing out of excitement. You felt your eyes welling up with tears, and you didn’t even care about holding them back. 

“I’m a good gift, right?” 

“The best gift,” you told him.

And then he brought you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist for a big hug and you pressed your teary face into his shoulder. He shuffled you inside, trying to get both of you out of the cold, but never stopped holding you. 

It had been a month since you’d seen him, hugged him, heard him in person. And he wasn’t scheduled to visit home for another three weeks, so to say the least: you were completely shocked that he was here. 

But you weren’t going to question him or worry about how he made this possible. You were just going to hold him, because that’s what you’ve wanted to do for weeks now. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

[jaehyunnie77]

Dear Dream | Awaken the World

pairing:  your ult x fem!reader

genre: angst + fluff + suggestive | best friends to lovers!au

words: 598 words

a/n: she is finally here! Thank you to everyone who has read this. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing this. As always, feedback is much appreciated (: 

*any word italicize are the song titles

Part 1  |  Part 2 

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Cherry blossoms are scattered throughout the ground as if there was a cherry bomb that exploded. It is a beautiful time to be young and in love with the king of hearts. Time is always limitless with you by my side and everything feels right where it should be.

We take off into the sunset as we get on the highway to heaven passing the 0 mile marker. We raise the roof of your car and soon my hair in the air as we go nanana to some random radio romance. Today was the best day ever and as I look around me, all I see is pure joy and happiness.

It started to drizzle when you suddenly pulled over on the side of the road. You look at me with a mischievous smile as you get out of the car. After a little protest, you drag me out and tell me to “shut up and dance” and soon enough we are dancing in the rain with our electric hearts beating out of our chest. 

With the music, dance surrounding us, there was a purple star blossom flower on the ground. You picked it up and placed it in my ear. You cupped my cheek as I looked all over your face. You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I could feel my cheeks begin to warm as we both chuckled into the kiss.

We checked into the Love Deluna after it started to downpour. Our drippin’ hair leaving trails as we go up to our room in the summer 127 suite.

interlude: present to future

It has been six years since I came back 2 u and you coming back to me.Coming home to candle light dinners with fireflies in a jar will always be my favorite date nights. If you ever asked, “fly away with me,” I would gladly push through the long flight and jet lag just to be with you.

Every day I wakey wakey to a new paradise as I feel your arms around me. The feeling is forever timeless and even with a drop of a kitchen beat, between the love talk and chica bom bom, I know I am not alone.

As I put on my favorite lipslick, I reminisce on how far we have come from my page of dream in a dream daydreams. It is true what they say, that dreams do come true. Who would have known the four year old me would be here with the love of her life after all this time. 

You walked in through the door and came behind me. A smirk forming on your face and your eyes held only adoration and affection. “I am so crazy in love with you Mrs. ___.” You wrapped your arms around my waist, gave me a quick kiss on the neck, and placed your chin on my shoulder.

I looked at you, at us, with our wedding bands through the mirror. Oh how I am so lucky to marry my best friend. The struggles of the ups and downs we endured, made our connection so much stronger. I looked at you as I inhaled deelpy with a smile on my face. “so am I Mr. ___.”

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Special bonus ~ wedding vows

“You are my missing puzzle piece to a complicated puzzle game. The sun and moon to my cool days. My light bulb when times get dark and I cannot find a way out. As cliché as it sounds, our love story is like a 90’s love rom-com. 

With our new love blossoming every day, I feel resonance whenever I hear your laughter and voice. You are my very own cure who made me try again to believe in love again. 

Baby only you could ever make our domino effect worth the thrill. There is no one else I would rather spend my life with 24 hours 7 days a week with. You are my everything and IOU the entire universe. 

You are my first love and even if we are miles apart, I will always run back 2 u.

You are home and we start from here our home.”

~ fin. 

[purble-turble]

I've got the perfect scenario for amnesia mk! Breath of the wild! After a disaster at the palace, and mk took a nearly fatal blow for red, red ultimately decides to pit mk in stasis for a long time( 100 years to be exact). Then after the 100 year slumber, mk wakes up only to have a bad case of jet lag and having no memory of his past with only his name to hold on to. Red is held captive in a now ruined palace surrounded with cursed bull clones due to the WBS's control. mk finds his memories next

Oh, a Breath of the Wild AU sounds kind of fun!! Might be kind of fun to mix in elements of Link’s journey in that game to the actual Journey to the West novel.. so like, MK wakes up and stumbles around with no memory for a bit, but it’s not that there’s a big castle in the distance that’s got a big “COME HERE” danger aura to it, but instead he’s being guided by visions of his friends to go on this journey across the land to find where he has to fight to defeat the Baigujing.

I kind of prefer it to be Wukong who is in the palace holding back WBS though.. partly because if Wukong is just out and about doing his thing and not helping this situation that’s kind of a dick move, but also MK going to help out his mentor who has been holding back this great evil on his own all this time could be just as compelling as him going to rescue his love interest... also I’m thinking about who each of the four champions would be and I’m comparing Revali to Red Son in my mind and it’s just very good! ..and just to lay out all the other ones, Mei as Urbosa, Pigsy as Daruk, and Sandy as Mipha. ...I guess if you wanted to keep the original shipping dynamics from the game you could put Red as Mipha since there’s a lot of romance implied between those two characters, but we don’t have to adhere strictly to those dynamics, and Red is too much of a hot head to be a believable Mipha lol. Oh and obviously Tang is still alive (secretly being Tripitaka and all) but isn’t much help except as a guide, so maybe he comes along with MK to help him out.. I’d compare him to Impa from the game.

Now I’m also imagining a BOTW map inspired by some cool chinese landscapes.. what I wouldn’t give to be able to climb to the top of the mountains in Zhangjiajie as Link and jump off and paraglide back and forth between them omg :U

[evermorehaikyuu]

Hello! This is my first time sending in a request in your one of my favourite writers! can you write a fluff bokuto x reader song fic inspired by the the moon song by beabadoobee and Oscar Lang? I hope it’s ok! Thank you!

~[𝔸 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕪]~

Song: The Moon Song by Beabadoobee and Oscar Lang

Note:  The way I got an angst idea for this but you know what, I won’t make it angst because you asked for fluff, so HERE IS THE FLUFF. Also, this was longer than I thought it would be, I apologize. 

Word Count: 1998

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst at first, along with nostalgia

I’m lying on the moon

Loneliness. That’s what they both felt. Bokuto was so far away from her grasp, it felt like she was clinging onto him by the tips of her fingers. It was as if she was on the moon, watching him from there. Bokuto had gone out of the continent with his team in order to play someone else.

“You’re leaving?” Y/N had asked.

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered, looking anywhere but at Y/N’s face.

Pulling herself to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled up at him. “Get me souvenirs wherever you go.”

He kissed her forehead softly and said, “I promise I’ll be back soon! And with a bunch of souvenirs for you.”

My dear, I’ll be there soon

It wasn’t as if Bokuto and Y/N had broken up. It would have broken Bokuto if they did break up; fortunately, they didn’t. Y/N was patient enough to wait for him when he came back from his retreat out of the country. 

Atsumu, Hinata and Sakusa all reassured him by saying that she was fine, she was just lonely without him and that it would work out.

“Relax! She’ll be waiting for ya when you come back!” Atsumu said. “Come on, we gotta go practice.”

Bokuto pocketed his phone and followed the blond, doubt still clouding his mind. There were no new messages waiting for him when he came back.

It’s a quiet and starry place

Darkness fell upon the city faster than anyone could have predicted. Y/N stepped outside and stared up at the stars. A smile fell upon her face as she stared at them. She was currently on the phone with Bokuto and it was early for him yet late for her. She said, “Do you remember when you first asked me out?”

Bokuto had a soft smile on his face while he recalled the memory. “Yeah. It was under the stars, wasn’t it?”

Y/N snickered. “You forget that you accidentally slipped afterwards and tried to play it off as cool.”

Bokuto whined, “You promised you wouldn’t bring that up!”

“I promised not to bring it up in front of other people and it’s just us two right now.” She tried to make out a constellation, thinking that she could see the Big Dipper but gave up after a minute. Then she heard groaning and a scream in the background. “Was that Hinata?”

The bi-colored hair boy breathed out, “I’msosorryY/NIhavetogonowbeforeCoachkillsme.”

Y/N’s lips pursed. Even though it was dark, she would stay up as long as she had to just so she could talk to Bokuto. However, they both knew that a long-distance relationship on the other sides of Earth would be difficult. This was one of the examples. Hoping that her voice wouldn’t give her away, she said, “Of course. Bye, Kou, love you.”

“Love you too.” With a click, he was gone again. 

Time’s we’re swallowed up

It was hurting a lot more. She had woken up for the nth time without Bokuto at her side. The rays of sunlight winked at her through the slits of the curtain. She slowly extended her arm, reaching for Bokuto but her arm fell into empty space. No one was next to her. 

She looked at her phone for any new messages or missed phone calls. Nothing from him but a ton of messages from her friends. She answered them all with a facade that couldn’t be uncovered over text. Long distance was hard enough for them, but she was trying to do it for him. 

In space we’re here a million miles away

“So when are we going back?”

Bokuto looked up from his phone, which had no new messages so he sent one to Y/N, hoping that she would wake up to see his message in the morning and smile about it. Hinata had just asked the coach when they were going to go back and Bokuto could not hide his excitement. He couldn’t wait to see Y/N again and have her back in his arms. 

“In another few weeks. I know you are restless to go back, but your head has to be in the game or else we’ll be sent back earlier than it seems.”

He loved Y/N with all his heart, but if he went back with a victory, he would be the happiest man on the planet. 

There’s things I wish I knew, there’s no thing I’d keep from you

Y/N was humming as she started to cook breakfast. Akaashi was supposed to come over later that night and she had already cleaned the place. A ring of the phone broke the silence and she went to look at the contact, a smile washing across her face as she picked it up. “Hi, Kou, aren’t you practicing right now?”

“I have a break! I’m finished with practicing but I thought about calling you before going to dinner with the others.” He had just taken a shower and was now panting slightly as he talked. “Are you okay? Is everything well over there?”

She laughed a little before answering. “Yeah, everything’s okay. I still miss you, when will you be back?”

“Soon, very soon, I’ll come back home with several victories!” He wasn’t going to tell her that if he won the game in two days, he would be going back home the next week. “I promise and then I’ll stay with you!”

“I’ll be stuck to you, be prepared for that.” Y/N smiled as she looked down at the food she was making.

They stayed on the phone for another hour, the call only ending because Atsumu yelled that if Bokuto didn’t hurry up, they’d leave without him. That night, Akaashi and Y/N had been talking about anything and everything, he brought a sense of calm that she had not had since Bokuto left. When Akaashi was gone, it felt as if she was back to her normal self again.

It’s a dark and shiny place

The cheers of the court were immense but they were nothing compared to the MSBY team, who were hollering and cheering with sweat and tears mingling on their skin. They had just won the game they had trained vigorously for, they would be going back home. 

Sakusa had shaken Atsumu and Hinata off of him to go take a shower first, leading to them going after Bokuto to celebrate further. Their smiles never fell from their faces as the realization that they would be going home sunk in.

Meanwhile, Y/N was hugging her knees while staring at the blank TV, multiple thoughts running through her head. The part of her that missed Bokuto was clawing at her brain and not letting her do anything. She put her face in her knees, breathing shakily. It’ll be fine, he’ll be home soon.

But with you my dear, I’m safe and we’re a million miles away

“Akaashi, don’t bring my hopes up, why are we going to the airport?” Y/N said as she bounced in her seat, her hands shaking even though her arms were numb.

“I have to pick someone up.” He looked over at her and continued. “You should come with me.”

“Fine, but I want to get a snack.”

At the airport, she was waiting with Akaashi, looking at the new arrivals who all looked tired and jet-lagged. Slumping over the metal railing, she asked, “So who is--” Her voice caught in her throat as she saw blond hair, then orange hair, followed by black hair and--

“KOUTAROU!” Y/N shrieked as she raced to the exit to get to Bokuto, Akaashi at her heels.

Bokuto had been positive he heard Y/N’s voice, but he didn’t see her anywhere. That was until someone was speeding towards him and before he knew it, he had someone in his arms. With the widest smile on his face, he spun Y/N around, his heart beating rapidly and him being ecstatic that Y/N was back in his arms, the way he wanted her to be. “Y/N!”

Y/N clutched onto him tighter, choking up. “You’re back, you’re really back.” She made no move to let him go so he helped her wrap her legs around his waist and secured her with one arm. Bringing Akaashi into a side hug, he said, “Hey, hey, hey, Akaashi, thank you for bringing her and picking me up!”

“Wait, does that mean no one came to pick us up?!” Hinata yelped, making Y/N and Bokuto laugh and Akaashi chuckle. He said, “You can come, I think we have enough space.”

We’re lying on the moon

Once they had gotten back home and unpacked his stuff, Bokuto grabbed her by the waist and buried his face in her neck, sighing. “I missed you so much.”

Her hands found their way to his hair and she started stroking it, making him smile softly. “I missed you more, you have no idea.”

They made their way to their bed, Y/N delighted that she wouldn’t be alone at night anymore. He fell into her open arms, his head on her chest. Y/N continued her administrations with his hair, slowly making him fall asleep. She looked outside the window at the full moon beaming down at them and let out a breath that she never knew she was holding. Kissing his head, she whispered, “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

It’s a perfect afternoon

Bokuto and Y/N were currently out and about, going everywhere but no idea where. His grip on her hand had not loosened as they walked around the city. “Ooh, there’s ice cream! Come on, let’s get some!”

They had gotten their own cones because as much as Y/N loved Bokuto, she wasn’t going to share her cone. They kept walking, never letting go of the other’s hand. 

In his excitement, Bokuto pointed at something, making his cone fall to the floor, the ice cream already melting on the hot pavement and him staring at it. Y/N’s mouth twisted as she tried to bite back her laughter, but upon seeing his disappointment, she couldn’t help but shake her head. “Fine, I’ll share my cone, just this time.”

Both of them kept walking, sharing Y/N’s cone and smiling as they continued walking through the city, not giving a care as to where they were going, as long as they were together.

Your shadow follows me all day, making sure that I'm okay and

When it was 9 am, Bokuto was dedicated to getting out of bed to start exercising and even then, Y/N wouldn’t walk up for that. However, she would wake up to make him breakfast while putting on his hoodie. Her eyes would droop as she kept making food, but it was routine for her to do this. Bokuto, after changing, went to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her neck as she hummed. 

“It smells delicious, Y/N!”

“You say that every morning, love.” Following the ten minutes of his embrace, she gave him his food and said goodbye as he left for his run. She fell asleep on the couch and in an hour, he returned, panting heavily before taking a shower. The sight of Y/N curled up on the couch with his hoodie made him beam as he lay down next to her, taking her into his arms. Bokuto slowly started to stroke her hair as she rested her hair on his chest, her breathing slowing as she was safe and okay in his arms.

“I love you.” He mumbled, sure that she was asleep.

She tilted her head up and muttered, “I love you too.”

With a smile on his face, he closed his eyes, tightening his grip on her. 

Everything was normal again.

We’re a million miles away