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happy haikyuu!! fic recs

under the cut is a list of fics that folks in the haikyuu fandom read to remind themselves that there is good in the world.  i hope that the list can help spread some positive energy during this tough time.  thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions and helped to put the list together!

fics are arranged by ship and include ao3 link, author, length, and summary.  please let me know if one of your fics is on this list but your tumblr/twitter/etc isn’t linked, and i can add it.

kagehina:

  • I like the way your clothes smell by @mysecretfanmoments; kagehina; 75k; ‘Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio’s part. He’d planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.’ 
  • Painting with Words series by iwillstillopenthewindow; kagehina; 11k; 2 fics; ‘Where Hinata has trouble writing and Kageyama has difficulty seeing the world in color again.’ 
  • Hinata is a middle aged cougar at age sixteen the fanfiction by pittoo; 2k; ‘Kageyama just wants to mow hay’
  • kisses by buu; 4k; ‘There’s a blur and Hinata remembers warm lips, surprisingly soft from someone who frowns all the time, and Kageyama’s terrified face when he pulls back, and the electricity running through Hinata’s entire body, heating his cheeks to match Kageyama’s. / Kissing, it turns out, is as good as volleyball.’
  • Ridiculous by @festivetrickster; kagehina ft yachi; 3.5k; ‘After Yachi’s heater broke at her own apartment, Hinata and Kageyama invite her to stay at theirs until it gets fixed. Only, the problem is: 1) the repairman is never going to come, 2) temporarily living with Hinata and Kageyama is …stressful, to say the least.’
  •    maps, from me to you by tothemoon; kagehina; 10k; ‘This is a (non-chronological) account of the memories they make out of millimeters.’
  • let’s do it like they do on the infomercial channel by @kiribakus; 2k; ‘kageyama opened the door and hinata was blinded by the sheer force of his rock hard abs. / “wtf dude ur like 12,” hinata said.’
  • love and now by @plotghosts; kagehina; 16k; ‘After their break-up three years prior, Hinata attends Kageyama’s final university match.’
  • A Couple of Awesome Players by Esselle; gen kagehina; 3k; ‘Shouyou meets volleyball and Kageyama at roughly the same time—during his first year of middle school.’
  • Paws for a Second by LemonNinjaa; kagehina; 3k; ‘Daichi decides that working on teamwork is important, and Hinata volunteers Kageyama’s house. Little does Karasuno know that Kageyama has two fluffy secrets.’ 

daisuga: 

  • You’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder; daisuga; 25k; ‘Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.’
  • pride by @owlinaminor; daichi genfic ft. daisuga; 4k; ‘Daichi knows that Hinata accidentally called him ‘Dad’ once, and Suga often teases him about parenting the first-years, but this is just ridiculous. / “I’m not your dad, I’m your captain!” Daichi protests. / The cheering only increases in volume. They’re probably disturbing anyone who’s still at the school – but then, it’s New Year’s Eve. Nobody is still at the school besides Daichi’s insane, ridiculous, wonderful team. / “Okay, fine,” he says at last, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m proud to be your dad.”’
  • Perfectionism by @mysecretfanmoments; daisuga; 3k; ‘“I just wish it was something you could practice before you have to… perform.” He narrows his eyes, imagining it. “Like a CPR class.” / Suga raises an eyebrow. “You want to practice it. Beforehand.” / “Yeah. Are you offering?” / ((Daichi doesn’t like to be bad at things–kissing included–and Suga is willing to help him practice.))’
  • the perfect stranger by @downmoonwrites; daisuga; 26k; ‘There’s a man standing outside Suga’s door. / Scratch that. Start over. / There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.’
  • Black and Blue by @makariawritesabout; daisuga; 117k; Daichi’s new (temporary) neighbor is not only stunningly beautiful but also funny, friendly, with just a touch of mysterious. / Naturally, Daichi freaks the fuck out. / (AU where everyone lives in the same building and everyone is gay)’ 
  • Add New Contact by booksong; daisuga; 9k; ‘"Daichi was leaning contemplatively on the sill of his open window, waiting for the icy breeze he was letting into his room to wake him up to how utterly stupid he was being. He’d always hated stories, real or fictional, about people doing ridiculous and self-destructive things for love, but now here he was, palming his smartphone idly and wondering with complete seriousness if it would survive an eight meter drop with substantial but repairable damage.“ / (Or; All Daichi’s electronics are endangered the moment he realizes he can’t get that sweet, patient, ridiculously attractive IT tech off his mind.)’
  • World Will Follow After by @kiribakus; daisuga; 7k; ‘Sir, are you interested in the flavor of the day? Is that what’s going on here?? Could you please decide whether you’re looking over here or looking downward??? Is this some kind of weird Morse code???? Sir I don’t understand what is going on and my face is burning sir please—’

iwaoi:

  • Build A Temple in Me by @kiribakus; iwaoi; 40k; ‘Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s where Hajime met him, and where their story began. / But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast.’
  • how to let your planets align by tothemoon; iwaoi; 16k; ‘It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you’re in love with him.’
  • midnight boy/sunset town by carafin; iwaoi; 10k; ‘In which Iwaizumi Hajime grows a few chili plants, participates in an eating contest, breaks into a park, and falls in love with a man who doesn’t ever sleep - not exactly in that order.’
  • I sure hope that guy gets fired by Xov; iwaoi; 30k; ‘It was the fourth time experiencing the exact same day that Iwaizumi Hajime reluctantly admitted to himself that something was very wrong.’
  • Phone Home by ghostystarr; iwaoi; 7k; ‘Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that.’
  • Through My Eyes by anchoringsouls; iwaoi; 3k; ‘“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”’
  • the BEES KNEES by munzie and oikawamemesquad; iwaoi & bee x knee; 300 words; ‘KN(B)EEwaoi: the fic (boy x boy, R-18, dont like dnt read!1!!!)’

kyouhaba:

  • Close to the Chest by @darkmagicalgirlwrites; kyouhaba; 61k; ‘It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he’s different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba’s journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.’
  • Laughter by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2k; ‘Kyoutani has a cute laugh and suddenly, Yahaba has a crush.’
  • Entwined by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2.5k; ‘Soulmates share their emotions with each other when their hands touch. Yahaba experiences it for the first time when he and Kyoutani share a high five after winning a match.’
  • Colourmarks by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 4k; ‘Kyoutani and Yahaba keep leaving marks on each other everywhere they touch. They’re trying their best to ignore it, and what it means.’
  • no solution series by fortyfiveangrycats; kyouhaba; currently 17k & 4 fics; ‘parallel lines, parallel stories. basically a bunch of kyouhaba fics that all remotely tie together.’

matsuhana:

  • plus one by safra; matsuhana; 6k; ‘"Did you know we’re dating?” / “What? Says who?” / “Says everyone apparently.” / “Oh,” Hanamaki frowns for a few seconds before shrugging and turning his attention back to the chocolate fountain. “Nice."’
  • A Bouquet of Flours by @guyfierimpreg; matsuhana; 5k; ‘“Is that a flour sack in a diaper,” Iwaizumi deadpanned, looking at the offending thing with a Look saved only for dealing with Hanamaki and Matsukawa (and occasionally Oikawa, though the Look for Oikawa came with a lot more vein-popping and swearing). / “Don’t talk about our baby like that,” Matsukawa shot back.’
  • stranger things by laubear; matsuhana; 10k; ‘In 2012, the men’s national volleyball team took home the bronze at the Asian Cup. Tokyo Skytree opened to the public. Also, the dashing Hanamaki Takahiro and painfully cool Matsukawa Issei started a radio show out of Aoba Johsai’s abandoned A/V room and accidentally became the two most popular guys in school.’

bokuaka:

  • geronimo by lagatos; bokuaka; 28k; ‘"beach resort au” where Bokuto Koutarou works in a small tourist town’s beach resort, renting out kayaks and surfboards for people he’ll never see again. Akaashi Keiji moves into town for the summer for a photography internship and Bokuto insists on showing him how the natives live.’
  • oh baby, can’t you see by commovente; bokuaka; 2k; ‘akaashi keiji’s comprehensive list of all 37 of bokuto-san’s weaknesses.’
  • wanderlust led me home to you by earlgrey_milktea; bokuaka; 13k; ‘When a tall, dark stranger walks into Koutarou’s shop one day, he was in no way prepared for his entire life to be changed at a glimpse of those breathtaking grey-green eyes. / in which bokuto fiddles with a music box that makes no sound, akaashi is a plant person, and some secrets must be revealed sooner or later.’
  • Rules by conesofdunshire; bokuaka; 120k; ‘In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there’s just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.’

bokuroo:

  • black cats & voodoo dolls by ohhotlamb; bokuroo; 4.5k; ‘“So, hypothetically, if I wanted to put a curse on somebody and make them suffer but I didn’t really want them to die—how would you suggest that, um, I do that?” / Kuroo looks up over his completely wholesome and not-at-all suggestive magazine (covered by another magazine—a nature special on humpback whales or some other majestic shit like that) to find an extremely hot and extremely sad-looking guy. Kuroo raises an eyebrow, but it’s invisible under the black of his fringe. He alternates brows. / “Damn. Who fucked you over?”’
  • it feels good, it feels great by @niwry; bokuroo; 1k; ‘Bokuto makes Kuroo feel alive, Kuroo makes Bokuto feel calm. There are also pineapples and night trains.’
  • the yeah yeah yeah song by keptein; bokuroo; 5k; ‘And the light from the stage catches in the guy’s hair, so blond it shines white like a beacon, like one of the stars overhead. Tetsurou leans over and yells in his ear, hand on one solid shoulder, “Cool hair!” / “You too!” the guy yells back, “I dig the sex hair look!”’

kurotsukki:

  • A Very Kuroo Chirstmas by AQuinton; kurotsukki; 2k; ‘Tsukishima Kei loves all things Christmas. But he doesn’t plan on admitting that to anyone anytime soon.
  • as far as first meetings go by whatcaniwriteinthis; kurotsukki; 0.7k; ‘… this isn’t that bad.’
  • Who Done It by galaxymouth; kurotsukki; 1k; ‘Tsukishima Kei has hickeys on his neck and no one on the entire volleyball team can figure out who could ever get close enough to the wall of salt to leave them there. The volleyball club suddenly becomes a detective debate club.’

ushiten:

  • Dovetail by ideallyqualia; ushiten; 31k; ‘To know something like the back of your hand means that you know that person or that thing very, very well.’
  • i’m a house with no windows, you’re the flowers on the front porch by @tendouaf; 67k; currently 9/? chapters; ‘Wakatoshi likes absolutes. He likes the idea of something being unchangeable, immovable, because he doesn’t have to worry needlessly about it. He can focus his energy on other, more important things. And among the absolutes he feels in his life, his bond with Satori is one of them. / (aka: a fic focusing on ushiten’s development from childhood through adulthood that no one really asked for but I felt an extremely strong urge to write anyway)’
  • ushiten week 2016 series by @owlinaminor; seven fics; 21k total; established relationship oneshots ft genderfluid ushijima.

captains genfic:

  • national hot dad alliance is now calling… by @dicaeopolis and @owlinaminor; captains genfic; 58k; ‘Sawamura Daichi: What the fuck. (Or, the captains’ squad interactions that definitely happen outside of canon, presented in Skype chat form.)’
  • Kings of the Road, Kings of the Universe by @ezzydean; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Eight magical captains, one bus, an entire summer (and country) waiting for them. / What could possibly go wrong? / (The magic of friendship meets the magic of a summer road trip meets pure magic.)’
  • holding out for a hero by @dicaeopolis; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Daichi make up a team of superheroes fighting to keep their city free from crime. But they might’ve met their match in a powerful nature spirit that seems determined to take them down for good. / Also, it would really help Kuroo’s concentration if his teammates stopped wearing so much spandex. / Or: the superhero slice-of-life that nobody asked for.’

rarepairs & multishipping:

  • jaywalkers series by @sturlsons; kurotsukki, bokuaka, yamayachi, & others; currently 95k & 18 fics; ‘A collection of stories the morals of which all amount to: if something can go wrong, it will. Also, if something can go right, it also will. / Alternatively, that one college AU where everyone fucks all the shit up.’
  • Hearts aren’t bulletproof by boxofwonder; ushioi; 11k; ‘Being a superhero is hard. / Having a crush on your High School rival is hard. / Your High School rival having a crush on your Superhero identity without knowing it’s you is … kind of the worst.’
  • This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by @mysecretfanmoments and poulerslashes; ushioi; 34k; ‘Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He’d hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can’t help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?’
  • babysitters club by tesselated; tsukkiyama; 4k; ‘This is the problem with Yamaguchi: he’s too nice. Tsukishima has known this since they were thirteen, but apparently he’s never learned because here he is, babyproofing their apartment for the third time this month because Sugawara knows Yamaguchi will say yes when he asks them to babysit.’
  • blue summer sky by deanpendragon; tsukkiyama; 32k; ‘In which Tadashi manages his grandfather’s pet store and Tsukishima works at the music shop next door. Lots of exclamation points, dialogue, obvious crushes, internal (and overexcited) monologuing, animal trivia, and terrible puns ensue.’
  • four-star daydream by @dicaeopolis; oikuroo; 5k; ‘Kuroo’s cat has a problem with stealing clothing. Oikawa has a problem with Kuroo.’
  • That Go Bump In the Night by sushibomb; oikuroo; 19k; currently 1/3 chapters; ‘Oikawa has always been fascinated with the unknown. Aliens, monsters, ghosts, you name it, he can tell you a little something about the lore. So when a mysterious new person moves into his apartment complex, Oikawa is determined to prove that this seemingly normal guy might be one of the undead. But what happens when it turns out that he’s right?’
  • Unconventional Wisdom by irlbokuto; bokuroo, daisuga, and iwaoi; 60k; currently 12/? chapters; ‘They say you don’t really know a person until you live with them. After late night grocery runs, singing competitions, stove fires, alien conspiracies, laundry mishaps, excessive penalty drills, identity crises, and falling in love with your best friend, you begin to see life in a different light. You knew playing volleyball would take you places, but this was the farthest scenario from your mind. / Or, a tale of how Kuroo Tetsurou found himself rooming with three other volleyball captains at university.’
  • romance ‘n’ all that jazz by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 12k; ‘The smile drops from Goshiki face and his steaming cup of coffee nearly slips from his hand when he realizes: there’s someone already standing there. Standing in his spot. / Someone who’s assaulting poor, unsuspecting passerbies with the offensive noise known as jazz. / OR: AU where Hinata and Goshiki are rival street performers’
  • a dash of sugar and a spoonful of salt by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 1.5k; ‘"I don’t who keeps leaving me sweets but whoever it is, I’m gonna marry them,” Hinata gushes. / “Really?” Shirabu demands, jarring Goshiki from his thoughts. “You don’t even know who’s sending them, though. They could be hideous—” he looks over at Goshiki—“or painfully annoying.” / OR: the college AU where Goshiki keeps anonymously leaving baked goods in front of Hinata’s dorm room and Shirabu’s completely lost any semblance of chill he’s ever had’
  • The Kindling Alchemist by kvhottie; kagehina, tsukkiyama, daisuga, & others; 15k; currently 3/? chapters; ‘The lovechild of FMA:B and Psycho-pass AU. / “…and finally your partner, Major Kageyama, the Crystal Aconite Alchemist.”/ Hinata’s eyes darted to Kageyama and looked him up and down. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a stoic expression—he definitely wasn’t the life of the party. Hinata smirked, almost sure that Kageyama’s alchemy element was something cold, just like his demeanor. It was fine; he always liked a challenge.’
  • red skinny jeans by @dicaeopolis; tentsukki; 4k; ‘The trials of one prickly student-librarian and the guy who seems to enjoy nothing more than pissing him off. / Or, “Tsukishima Kei and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"’
  • Herding Cats by notallbees; kuroyaku; 15k; ‘Cat-sitting in his new boyfriend’s apartment seems like a stress-free way for Kuroo to get out of his mom’s house for a week, and to win some brownie points with Yaku. But cats often have their own ideas about how things should be run, and Kuroo has his work cut out if he wants to impress Porco and Rosso.’
  • when the moon hits your eye by Metis_Ink; ushijima/futakuchi; 10k; ‘The stress of new captaincy is troubling enough when there’s not a nationally-recognized, socially-stunted rival captain inappropriately concerned with your eating habits. Futakuchi is disappointed to find that that’s just the beginning of it.’
  • it’s tradition. by hicsvntdracones; kyouhaba, iwaoi, matsuhana, & kinkuni; 6k; ‘It’s tradition, it’s tradition, they all say as they gather up the second and first years. The second years have a look of hard determination, while the first years are simply confused. Oikawa claps his hands together. / "Let’s begin this year’s annual training camp truth or dare!” / Kunimi tries to run.’
  • Touch by @mysecretfanmoments; yakulev; 10k; ‘After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn’t want to kick at all. (Or, well… not often.)’
  • Ear to Ear by @darkmagicalgirlwrites; aonefuta; 1.5k; ‘Futakuchi is as noisy, but Aone doesn’t mind.’
  • Despite the Warning Signs by @natroze; tensuga; 16k; ‘“War,” Suga says, quite cordially. “This means war.” / Or, the one where Tendou and Suga end up roommates in college and immediately engage each other in dorm room prank combat. Romantically.’
  • a little piece of home by spacegirlkj; oihina; 3k; ‘It’s a big step, Shouyou thinks as he stands back, wiping the paint of his hands to look at the blue room. / Their first real home, Tooru and him.’
  • Boatman by @surveycorpsjean; bokuto/iwaizumi; 4k; ‘Bokuto finds him, washed up, dehydrated, woven in translucent webbing. / Of course they fall in love.’
  • Stuck in the Middle with You by overlymetaromantic; oisuga; 15k; ‘It’s not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.’
  • Phases by togekissies; oisuga; 3k; ‘i. Moon witch Sugawara meets weather witch Oikawa on the street, strikes up a friendship. / ii. Moon witch Sugawara spends longer than is necessary texting weather witch Oikawa, is judged by his cat. / iii. Moon witch Sugawara, emboldened by the full moon, asks weather witch Oikawa a silent question. Weather witch Oikawa says yes.’
  • Daredevil on the slope by @smokey310; bokuakakurotsukki; 124k; ‘„Seriously. What kind of supernatural being did I piss off to deserve this,“ sighed Tsukishima on their way up to the mountain. Akaashi sat next to him in the little chair lift and watched the trails of small paw prints disappear between the clusters of fir trees. The snow glittered in the sun, the air was icy fresh and everything would have been picture perfect if it wasn’t for the intruder shaking his snowboard around in the third seat. / “Are you talking about me?” asked Tanaka, whom Tsukishima was very obviously talking about. / “Do you see any other people which the devil would have sent to punish me?” / “There’s some right behind us,” said Tanaka, pointing to the following chair lift filled with an excitedly jumping Bokuto, a maniacally smiling Nishinoya and Kuroo who sat in the middle and looked like he contemplated jumping into the treetops below. / Well – he did have a point there.’
  • Mannequin Men by @surveycorpsjean; bokuakakurotsukki; 76k; ‘The modeling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path. / In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.’
  • Half Past Moon by @swallowtail-butterflys; kawashira; 9k; ‘5 kawashira scenes with the moon and 1 under the sun as they slowly fall in love.’
  • Window Vine by @swallowtail-butterflys; kawashira & tensemi; 15k; ‘"Tendou-san named the storage mop after Semi-san.“ / "That is concerning,” Kawanishi concedes.’
  • Sunshine Cafe by shions_heart; kenhina; 2.5k; ‘In which a tired college student’s daily routine is turned upside-down by the arrival of an adorable barista with sunshine in his smile.’
  • Push and Pull by @aroceu; kagetsukki; 11k; ‘The one where Kageyama and Tsukishima can’t be in different rooms if they don’t want to die (or at least hurt each other), and Kageyama has feelings.’ 
  • The trick to my treat by Etstrubal; bokutsukki; 3k; ‘Tsukki is pretty much addicted to sugar, and Bokuto makes the best sweets in town.’
  • OUT! by @yamaguchigrin; yamaguchi/male oc; 106k; ‘JAPAN’S FIRST GAY ATHLETE COMES OUT! / Yamaguchi never expected to read THAT headline in Gay Japan News, but he about fainted when he scrolled down to the photograph. There–volleyball on his hip, naked from his Seijoh shorts upward and eyes pleading for readers to devour him–was the familiar face of Oikawa Tooru. / Oikawa? Gay? OUT?’

other genfic:

  • the lost boys by @owlinaminor; shiratorizawa genfic ft ushiten; 61k; ‘A group of boys lost everything in war only to inherit a country that no longer knows its place in the world. How do they grow up? Who do they look up to? Where do they go to find purpose? There is only one answer: they turn to each other.’
  • Dear Mister Ghost by phantomdieb; shiratorizawa genfic; 5k; ‘The Volleyball team of Shiratorizawa is allowed to practice at school in their autumn holidays.  Everything seems alright until suddenly two of them go missing - followed by more of them.  Is that the Shiratorizawa Academy’s ghost?’ 
  • senpai troubles by @owlinaminor; one-sided goshiki/all his senpai & minor ushiten; 5.5k; ‘“Um, senpai?” Tsutomu wonders. “What does gay mean?” / Shirabu stares at him for another long moment, unblinking – then leans back against the bench and tilts his face up to the ceiling. / “Nope,” he declares, to nobody in particular. “I am not dealing with this.”’
  • intra-team espionage by hananapeel; aone & futakuchi; 1.2k; ‘A normal end to a normal Friday night: a fuming Kamasaki, an unapologetic Futakuchi, and Aone, who is dragged along for the ride every single time.”
  • it’s like the hunger games, but better by safra; seijoh genfic; 3k; ‘“Just a game of paintball?” Hanamaki parrots, eyes widening as he takes another step forwards until they’re standing practically nose to nose. “Kindaichi, Kindaichi, my poor naive Kindaichi. This is more than just a game.” / Kindaichi frowns. “It…is?” / “Kindaichi,” Oikawa says sharply, shoving Hanamaki out of the way so he can grasp Kindaichi tightly by the shoulders. “This is a matter of life or death.” / “I mean, I don’t think it’s really tha—” / “Life or death,” Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi say loudly in unison.’
  • A Good Day by bishounen_curious; saeko & natsu; 2k; ‘For the SASO2016 Prompt: Remember when the big sis of the Karasuno team met the team’s little sis?’
  • second year volley squad by garbagecannot; karasuno second-years genfic; 3.5k; ‘Kino: no-one cares tanaka / Tanaka: shot through the heart and you’re to blame / Or how five high school volleyball players with only their club in common, slowly but surely, became best friends.’
  • Hello, Halcyon Days by tookumade; aone & hinata; 2k; ‘No matter where he walked in Sendai city, Aone was always given a wide berth. He supposed it made getting around places easier, but there was a sort of loneliness in how people gave him fearful looks and avoided him as much as they did.’
  • no unread messages by warfare; kageyama & kenma; 5k; ‘Kageyama also remembers that he’d failed utterly at getting to talk to him. He’d been baffled about it at the time; what kind of setter doesn’t want to talk about setting? But maybe this is the answer. Maybe Nekoma’s setter - (“Kenma,” Hinata chides frustratedly the third or fourth time he says it, “his name is Kenma") - maybe Kenma-san is just bad face-to-face. Kageyama can understand that, to some extent, although he doesn’t quite understand why that would extend to talking to him about volleyball, but fine. He can accommodate this, if that’s what it takes. He asks for Kenma’s contact information immediately. Hinata copies it into his phone with a weird, sour face, muttering, “I mean it, Kageyama, you better not be a jerk to him.” Kageyama has no idea what Hinata is insinuating, and he forgets the comment almost immediately.’
  • levels of investment by @skittidyne; karasuno genfic; 9k; ‘Yamaguchi was far less nervous in practice than any games, and he’d gotten far more skilled at serving in a few short months, so Tsukishima was utterly unprepared for the feeling of a volleyball slamming into the back of his head. / There was a beat of silence. / The ball had enough of an angle to bounce off his head and over to the other side of the net, landing neatly in front of a stunned Sugawara. / (( or: Ennoshita plots for the future, Suga wants to mess around and is intent on dragging everyone down to his level, Noya tries to become a spiker, Kiyoko is a good senpai, Yamaguchi cries, and Tsukishima wonders if he’s been dropped off in the Twilight Zone without his notice ))’
My Lover Smells Like Fish (omake)

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Married life isn’t what Alfred expected it to be.

‘Take out the trash.’

Okay, yeah, maybe he expected that part.

Arthur’s holding up the sign, looking annoyed, and pointing very forcefully at the overflowing waste bin attached to the wall. When the trash isn’t taken out, sometimes it gets into the water, which upsets Arthur, which is kinda, sorta fair.

Alfred extracts the bag from the bin, some force needed as it’s keen on sticking, and wades out of the kitchen, exiting through the back and walking up the steps to solid ground. Throwing the bag in the dumpster a dozen yards out, he returns, walks down the steps, and wades back into his home.

When Alfred had agreed to a cohabitation experiment, he had had in mind Arthur in some sort of tank in a home, maybe something that could span several rooms, or possibly, an arrangement at the aquarium.

Instead, he was driven out to a house they had hastily constructed out of non-water-soluble materials and half flooded. Alfred had been assured it was safe, had been given some boots, gloves, and rubber fishing pants, and had been told he could move in immediately.

Did his family and friends judge him for moving into this questionable water home with the merman he’d unofficially eloped with?

Yes. Yes, they did.

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dangerscully  asked:

19, 27, and/or 29 for the cuddling prompts, depending on how much you wanna make me cry!

Ok, first of all: thanks for these! I’ll do 19. at some point, but somehow 27. AND 29. spoke to me just now so here you go. I’m sorry. (And I really should be working and not writing fanfiction) 

!Warning: Character Death!

27. + 29. First and last cuddle

“Hmm, you smell good, Scully”

“Oh shhh, Mulder.” She coos, cuddling closer to Mulder’s weak, slight frame. Her hand is on his chest, making sure it still raises and falls, raises and falls in a steady rhythm. It hasn’t been steady for a while, she reminds herself; the sad reality constricts her throat as her hand caresses him.

“Hm, but you do. I can’t really… see you…but I can still smell you.” He takes a deep breath, causing Scully’s own to hitch in fear of the inevitable, and then chuckles softly. Soft puffs of air tickle her cheek. His eye sight deteriorated last week and as much as he still smiles about it, Scully knows that he is now almost completely blind. Last night, when she could no longer hold her tears at bay, watching him from the doorway just laying there unmoving, his gaze on hers, that’s when she knew. His eyes were on hers, as always, but they were no longer seeing her. Maybe in memory, or maybe in his dreams; she can only hope.

“Should have done this… more often.” Mulder murmurs against her. His voice is so raw, so weak. She’d tell him to be quiet, but she’s also selfish; before the silence takes him, and buries her, she wants to listen to him like she used to do for the last decades. Soon, way too soon, there will be only silence to listen to.

“You’re right. We didn’t do this nearly enough,” Scully closes her eyes, buries her face in his chest; still raising, still falling. Ever so gently, but still there. Still holding on. He’s always held on, always refused to let go. She’s the same, she knows. When her hand tightens around him, afraid to let go too soon, she feels his ribs poke her; there’s not much left of him, now. The disease eating away at him, continuously. “Do you remember the first time we did this?”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember, Mulder? The first time we cuddled.” Her eyes still closed, Scully wishes herself back; both of them so young, still wary of what had always been between them.

“Tell me, Scully. Please tell me.” His hand is on her back; there’s no pressure, just a reminder that he’s still there. It feels clammy, foreign almost; and Scully presses her eyes shut, to stop the flood of tears, and to keep reality far away. She’s never been one for nostalgia, that’s Mulder’s forte, but now…

“It was after Donnie Pfaster,” she begins with a soft voice, not unlike the gentle words she used once, so long ago, when she told their baby boy about his miracle conception, “After the first time we crossed paths with him. I was shaking so much. You kept your arm around me. Even when the police came to question me, you never once left my side no matter how often I told you I was fine. You knew I wasn’t. You always knew it. There was no way we were going home that night and so we went to a hotel. Remember, Mulder?” He doesn’t answer and Scully goes on, trying to conjure up the moment again, and tries to hang on to it.

“I told you again ‘I’m fine, Mulder’ and I expected you to huff, or say anything, but that’s not what you did. You know what you did, Mulder? You took me into your arms. You just held me while I cried. I don’t remember… you always remembered the little details better than I did, Mulder. I’m sure you could tell me exactly what I was wearing, how my face looked, things you and I said that night. I don’t. That’s not what this was about. You let me have the bed, of course, and I told you I didn’t want to be alone. When you held me that night, Mulder, for the very first time… I felt so safe. You always made me feel safe, Mulder. No matter what we were… I was always safe when I was with you. I wish… oh Mulder, I wish you’d remember that night.”

His chest under her face, still now, no longer raising, no longer falling. Still now, like his heart, the memory is all that’s left. Now.

eternalgirlscout  asked:

i can't stop thinking about juno/peter spooning and in particular juno being the big spoon can u indulge me

I would love to indulge you~

If you’re a fan of spooning, you can also find some in this fic over here.


The moment I crawl into bed next to Peter, he sighs and sidles closer to me. He’s been in bed at least a half hour longer than I have, but somehow his skin feels lukewarm at best.

I don’t get it. How can a guy be buried under that many blankets and still be cold? 

He’s been all over the galaxy– I know some of those planets get colder than Mars. How does he survive on worlds made of ice? Does he bundle himself up in layers? Does he turn up the charm and hope for a bit of shared body heat? Or does he just freeze?

I know my solution to his problem. I nestle closer beside him, tucking his back against my chest. My arm wraps around his waist; my legs tangle with his. The sound he makes is so blissful that it borders on the obscene.

“You’re so warm,” he hums, wrapping his icy fingers around my arm. 

“That’s what I’m here for,” I murmur.

He sighs again, and I echo it with one of my own. This is nice. Especially because my face is pressed right into the crook of his shoulder, just at that perfect spot where his hair is draped around me without getting in my way. 

I don’t think I give Peter’s hair enough credit. It’s so soft and shiny, and it smells incredible– not quite the same scent as his cologne, but it compliments the other smell just right, the perfect combination of earthy and mellow and spices. 

I inhale deeply, sighing against his ear.

“I ever tell you that you smell nice?” I whisper.

His only answer is a soft snore. Looks like he’s finally warmed up enough to fall asleep.

I press a soft kiss to his neck, just because I can. “Sweet dreams, Peter. I’ll make sure you stay warm.” 

Honesty (Bucky)

i titled this honesty because i honestly have no idea what i’ve just written. it might just be the strangest mish mash ever and probably should have been 2 diff fics instead of one

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Buckys hand cupped your ass, squeezing it every so often. You had to stifle your laughter each time.

“Please stop fondling her.” Wanda begged softly, her final attempt before you knew she’d leave the conversation you were having entirely. Bucky frowned at her in playfully innocent confusion, releasing your flesh for a moment before he scoffs loudly.

“I let her go for three seconds and this joker’s eyeing her like a piece of meat.” He snarls quietly, taking a step toward the crowd, only for you to capture him by the belt and pull him back.

“Walk away and someone’ll approach me.” You warn him and he grumbles softly, tugging you against him bodily and Wanda sighs in resignation. Without conscious thought, you melt against him, smiling up at him with heart eyes. When you look back, Wanda is gone.

“Every time.” Steve snipes incredulously and you frown at him, until you realise he’s talking about Bucky, who is watching the surrounding area like a hawk. Patting his chest gently, you slip from his grip and head into the crowd and toward the second balcony. It’s well in view of the party but nearly inaccessible for people without residence clearance. Something pushes at your mind and you relax enough to feel Wandas exasperating over a short of Bucky following after you like a puppy. You can’t help but beam at the sight of all the girls ogling him, and his gaze glued to you.

That’s not what I intended. Wanda whispers through your thoughts sourly and you snicker, sidling out the door and into the cool night air. Below, the city shouts and rumbles.

You sigh softly, your eyes switching from the bright lights to Bucky as he steps past you to lean back against the railing. His eyes trace you and you can’t help standing a little straighter, your chin lifting with a tilt that you can’t help. He says it’s your tell, for when you’re about to make the first move or flirt someones pants off. He’s right.

“What’re you thinking?” He asks softly, his voice a low rumble that barely manages to compete with the sounds of the city below and the music within.

“I’m thinking about…” You begin, ready to lie with some little strange titbit, before you shake your head and meet his eyes solidly. “How you’re wasting your youth.”

He startles at the words, frowning and tilting his head a little, as if gesturing you to go on.

“You’ve just exited cryo freeze. It’s been a year since you did so, and six months since you returned with Steve and the rest to the Avengers here. In the last six months, you met the three new recruits and brought your own, bringing the team up to large enough numbers to part into two full size crews.” You explain, frowning at the darkness above him so you won’t get distracted by whatever you read on his face. “That means we all get more breaks, and less chances at dying. What does an Avenger do with all this spare time? Clint kicks back with his family, since retirement doesn’t suit him he’s able to step in on say, every tenth high profile mission. And Natasha, she volunteers at those ten different youth shelters. Even Steve has taken up the cause of working with the Smithsonian to provide accurate renditions of his time as the Cap.”

You shiver a little, the cold getting to you.

“But you aren’t doing anything.”

“I’m doing you?” He chuckles and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Dirty old bastard.

“I know and I’m wondering if that’s the right thing for you.” You mumble and he goes silent. Hesitantly, you move your gaze to his face, hoping to gauge his reaction, but he’s icy, blank.

“Are you breaking us up?” He whispers, his voice utterly bland and monotone. You can’t help flinching at the words. Biting your lip, you shake your head a little, indecision in the movement and he see’s it. “Then what’re you saying?”

“Bucky, look.” You sigh, pointing across to the other balcony where three girls dance together, their grins wide and their laughter a melody floating just above the music. They’re entrancing.

“What about them?” He sighs tiredly, stepping away from the banister to stand by your side. You’re grateful for the movement as his body radiates heat.

“They’re alive, they’re normal. And I bet they’re amazing in bed.” You explain, still watching the girls. One of them meets your eyes across the distance, curiosity in her gaze as her eyes move between you and Bucky before she’s once again distracted by her friends- or perhaps lovers. “Don’t you ever consider the experiences you’re missing out on? Tinder, sexting, sex in public places? Hell, even grocery shopping with someone you’re in love with?”

“We haven’t been sexting?” He asks, his voice sounding funny and you can’t help the smirk that tips up your lips as you meet his eyes.

“No, darling, that wasn’t sexting.” You tease and he swallows hard, his eyes darkening. For a moment, you’re lost in his gaze, before you remember what you’re talking about and click your fingers in his face. “Focus. Don’t you want those things?”

“Do I want to spend time with a girl I don’t know, who doesn’t know me, and do banal things like sex in public places and grocery shopping?” He asks, his eyes meeting yours with a sharp tension and your shoulders slump.

“I just want… I don’t want you to miss anything. Especially if it means one day you’ll hate me for it, or regret this thing between us.” You sigh, and he sighs with you.

“Y/N.” He groans, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you gently against his chest. You feel the weight of his metal arm as it wraps around you, and you can’t help hugging him back, pressing your face into his shirt. “I ever tell you about the time I made Steve ride the Cyclone on Coney Island?”

“Nine. Million. Times.” You scoff, pulling your face from his chest to rest your chin against it and stare up at him. He smirks down at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I like you at this angle.” He flirts and you snort, earning a disgusted scowl.

“Get on with it old man, us delicate women folk prefer to be in bed before ten.” You prod and he rolls his eyes, his palm sliding down your arm until he catches your hand in his and interlaces your fingers.

“I could’ve killed him that day.” He says softly, his voice like a warm fire, and you barely notice the words as he rocks the two of you side to side. Completely out of time with the music, you can’t help but beam at him. “But I didn’t, luckily. It was one of the few memories I had left of that time after I fled Hydra. It’s one of my best memories, even if he was ill the entire time.”

“What’s the moral?”

“That I don’t regret putting my best friends life in danger, and I’d never regret the fun I had that day. Just like I’ll never regret any of the time spent between us. What I would regret would be letting you slip from my grasp because you’re a huge chicken.” He explains and you make a sharp noise of indignation, pursing your lips furiously.

“I’m no chicken.” You growl and he laughs, glancing away like the joke is all too much. Jerk. “Oh, whatever. You’re one to talk.”

“Oh, that’s a joke.” He scoffs, and you shrug, feigning at being cool. “Examples, doll. Give me examples.”

“You can’t even dance with a girl.” You say instantly, the words coming out sharp and excited when you’d meant them to be calm and utterly above it all. He laughs, raising his eyebrows and glancing pointedly at your interlaced hands. “No, you weak creature. I mean that.”

You point toward the three girls, who’ve slowed down, but are still moving together.

“You want to do that?” He asks curiously, the words without any sort of lust like you’d imagined they would hold.

“No, I want you to do that. Go join in, they’d let you.” You command and he stares at you. “I promise they’ll let you, if they ask you about me, just point over here. Go, do it.”

He hesitates, still holding on to you and his eyes dart to the girls almost nervously before he straightens his shoulders.

“If it means I’m not a chicken, and if it gets rid of this doubt, I’ll dance with them.” He says, the words like a declaration before he dives into battle and you stifle your giggle.


The three girls eye him with barely concealed disdain as he approaches them and you can’t help grinning. Girls are something special, really.

Bucky points to you, across the divide and they all glance over. Waving, you smirk at them and nod once. You watch him regain their attention, waving his hand at you a couple times more as he likely explains the situation. The guy has no game. Honestly.

Two of the three grab him, pulling him with an arm each into the centre of their triangle and you can’t help passing your gaze over those around them. Dozens of men, half likely having been ignored when they tried to speak with them, the other half likely too intimidated, eye him jealously. Bucky catches your gaze and shoots you an awkward smile, letting the girls guide him through the dance while his gaze stays locked on you. After a song, you can’t help rolling your eyes and grinning. It’s too painful to watch. Holding up a palm, to tell him not to move, you slip back through the doors and into the crowd.

“Hey.” An unrecognizable male voice says, but you pretend not to hear it. The music is loud enough that you could probably get away with it.

Emerging onto the giant balcony, you slip through the crowds to arrive behind the three girls. Buckys gaze scans the crowd before they lock on you and he slides from their grasp. You watch them pout after him, before they spot you and brighten.

“Hi!” They chirp and you grin, waving at them as Bucky descends on you, his arms capturing you in a tight hold.

“Please never make me do that again. Please rub yourself all over me, too, all I can smell is their sweat and perfume.” He groans in your ear, his palms running over the curves and lines of your body.

“You dork.” You laugh softly, sliding your hands across the smooth material of his shoulders.

“Who’s that guy?” He growls, suddenly going tense and you grumble at him.

“Seriously?” You groan, turning to see where he’s looking, and spotting a man half a foot behind you.

“Hey.” He says and you recognize the voice from earlier, but you’ve never met this man before.

“I wouldn’t.” You warn, meeting his eyes seriously. “He’s crazy.”

Bucky chuckles, nipping at your neck and you know he’s purposely taken his eyes off the man and touched you all at once. Damned posturing. Sure, he can back it up, but does it have to happen at all?

“Girl.” The guy says, more forcefully and you turn around fully, Bucky wrapping his metal arm around your waist. This guy is being weird. Weird like the Terminator.

“What?” You snap, glancing aside to see the three girls have moved closer and are watching the moment with a keen eye. Your eyes return to the man, his bearing lumbering to put it mildly.

“Watch your back with those ones.” He warns, eyeing the three girls critically before he backs back into the crowd and you glance at the girls before returning your eyes to where the man had stood.

“You wanna get out of here?” You wince, wrapping your fingers around Buckys metal wrist tightly and he squeezes you with it once before he’s guiding you through the crowd.


“What the hell!” You scream, gaping at the three girls from earlier in the night. Bucky jolts awake, his arm instantly thrown in front of you as he holds up a gun with the other. “Lights, FRIDAY.”

The lights fill the room, and they’re still there.

“That man was totally right.” You whisper, eyes glued to the three as they stand as still as wax statues.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Bucky mumbles and you snatch your phone from the bedside table. One of the girls twitches at the movement, but is stilled by a minute gesture from the middle girl.

Unlocking the device, you quickly type out the ambiguously innocent looking warning message, the one that sets off the alarms as soon as it’s typed, and you can’t help relaxing as the call starts to echo through the floor.  As the alarm starts two of the girls leap forward, both of them diving for Bucky, whose guard is down as he shoves you away.

Furious, you can’t help sending a blast of pale purple energy at them, the shot hitting one of the girls directly in the chest and slamming her against the wall.

“You are being reclaimed.” The third girl whispers in your ear as her arm slides around your throat, capturing you in a choke hold.

Grunting, you buck wildly, before giving in and holding her flesh tight and blasting her arm with point blank burning energy. She screams like a banshee, but doesn’t let go, and you’re unsure how much longer you can stay conscious. As black edges your vision, the door slams open and Steve and Sam pour in, the blonde man helping his friend while Sam tackles the woman holding you. Her wrist is torn from the rest of her arm, half of her forearm and hand falling in to your lap and you can’t help but scream.

“Ew!” You shriek, leaping to your feet and tripping sideways as it flies off your lap. Even as you fall, you can’t help keeping your gaze locked on the limb and shrieking again. “Ew!”

“No!” Yowls the leader and you try not to vomit, tearing your eyes from the dismembered piece to Buckys stricken face. On the other side of the bed, Steve holds the other girl tight, the third lying dead against the wall with a charred indent in her chest. Bucky leaps across the bed, slamming against the leader and stilling her in Sams grip before he turns and launches himself toward you. You whimper as he slides to his knees, pulling you tight to his chest.

“Are you hurt?” He whispers frantically, but you shake your head, your gasping breaths slowing.

“What the hell happened?” Tony asks from the doorway and you glance toward him from the shelter of Buckys embrace, noting Natasha as she slips from his side and backhands the woman held in Steves grip.

“Woah.” Steve warns but she shoots him a deadly glare. Rapid fire Russian bursts from her lips and the girl cringes backwards into Steve, who uncomfortably holds her forward and away from him.

“This will not happen again.” Natasha hisses, her eyes completely passing over the leader and you see the previously cocky girl shrink. “I promise.”

Without another word, she stalks from the room, calling after Steve and Sam sharply, who jump, dragging their prisoners with them. Tony eyes the dead body against the wall with distaste before sighing.

“I’ll get someone to pack up your things tomorrow, we’ll set you up in a new bedroom tonight and have your personals delivered before lunch.” He mumbles, jerking his head toward the door and you stumble to your feet. Bucky holds you tight to himself, clinging to you while his eyes dart around every corner and into every shadow. Finally, Tony gestures the two of you into a room, issuing a short bark of commands to FRIDAY before excusing himself.

“She wanted to take me back.” You whisper hoarsely and Bucky sighs, holding you a little tighter. “She wanted to take me from all I have left.”


so weird, amirite????

i didn’t edit this and wrote it between 11.30pm and the current 1.40am sooo yeah

All I Need Is You - Chapter 2

Summary: Dan has always been a goody-two-shoes wallflower. He’s never gone out of his comfort zone once in his life, always living in his happy world bubble. Phil is a realist, a punk with an agenda, never one to settle down. When these two troubled souls finally collide, their lives just might change forever.

Paring: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil
Genres: Teenage!Phan, Drama!AU, Fluff, Smut!
Word Count: 1,693
Warnings: Mentions of illegal drugs (marijuana) and swearing.

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Dan

“You were looking in there for a while.” He said, going over to the fridge again, setting his drink down on the island where the fall took place. “Do you like sprite, or coke?”

“Cokes fine.”

Phil grabbed a coke can out of the twenty-four pack carton and shut the door, handing me the beverage.

“Thank you.”

“So I’m assuming because of your drink, you’re not a senior?” Phil asked, grabbing his glass cup which I can assume was filled with whiskey. My dad has that occasionally, and I can tell just by the slight caramel color of the liquid.

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How to Lose Your Job in Less Than 10 Minutes

Summary: Cas comes to visit your workplace and you couldn’t be more excited. That is, until one of your coworkers decides to flirt with you.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 2,100+

Warnings: DIRTY TALK THAT IM ACTUALLY PROUD OF, Cas has a prayer kink (is that even a thing? I’m making it a thing), smut, language, jealous!cas.

A/N: so this is actually based off of me and a dream I had the other day. I really do work at a gourmet espresso shop, and I have a massive crush on one of my coworkers, except he has a girlfriend lol. also, this was supposed to be shorter but WHOOPS got carried away. anyways, I hope you all enjoy my personal little fantasy ;)

Originally posted by tallyiaboo

It was Cas’ first time visiting you at work, and you were beyond excited for him to finally see what you did outside of hunting and meet some of your coworkers.

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I’ll Take the High Road || Chapter Eleven || Daring Do’s

“As it was… his mind was filled only with her absence, and it was burning in his chest.”

Fandom: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries/ High Road to China (Crossover)
Characters: Phryne Fisher & Jack Robinson
Rating: T
Genre: Comedy/Romance/AU

Bonus edition! I can smell the end, so rapid updates. :P On with the action! Phryne makes a decision that leaves both Jack and her father terrified at the results.

Please read and comment at AO3 if you have a moment. Thank you!

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Just A Little Bit Longer Part 2

Pairing: Jensen x Female Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, small tiny microscopic bit of angst

Word Count: 2595

A/N: This is the second part to my First series, check out Part 1 here. As always, Thanks to @avasmommy224 for betaing this for me!! Feedback is always welcome!! Hope yall enjoy!!

“Chris, I told you! I’m not ready yet!” You exclaimed as you made your way to your apartment door.
“Just one date, (y/n). If you don’t have the time of your life, I will never speak of it again.” he raised his hands up in mock surrender, trying to accentuate his promise.
You sighed heavily, leaning your body against the door, fidgeting with your keys while he patiently waited for an answer.
“One date. THAT’S IT! Be here tonight by six.” You unlocked your apartment, quickly sliding in the door before he could get another word in. You really did like him, he was a nice guy, attractive, successful; but he wasn’t Jensen. No one would ever be Jensen. It had been a year since Tahiti and this would be your first date since you left the island. You came home, but your heart was with him, wherever he was.

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Suddenly I See You Ch. 3

Scenario: You and Minho have been friends since the sandbox. He’s your best friend and you love him like a brother; never noticing once that he was madly in love with you. You arrive for your first day at Seoul National University to start your life on the path your parents planned out for you. You’d calculated all the variables, but never calculated on the one you never saw coming: Woo Jiho. 

A/N: Okay so chaper 3 focuses mainly on Zico (have no fear Minho is getting his own chapter 4). I had so many fun ideas for this chapter and I just feel like I completely ended up dropping the ball on this. I’ve fixed it as much as I can, and I hope you guys enjoy it all the same!

Genre: Mino x Reader and Zico x Reader

Words: I’M NOT DISCLOSING IT THIS TIME IT’S A BEAST JUST GET POPCORN

Disclaimer: As always, the gifs are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

The room felt blaringly bright. The sun shining into the room unfiltered by the lack of blinds. Your eyes fluttered open for a moment before resigning back to being closed. It felt too damn early to wake up and your body agreed. Too bad whoever was calling didn’t feel the same way as you.

You groaned into your desk as your hand fumbled out blindly for your phone. You distinctly remember setting it somewhere around the mess of papers you’d created overnight. What time did you exactly finish up all of your homework?  

The sound of shuffling papers faded into the background as another chorus of quacks started up again. You knew that ringtone. That was Minho’s ringtone. You’d set that for him back in your senior year of high school. The two of you were inside a grocery store when you’d stumbled upon the largest stacks of rubber ducks you’d ever seen.  

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Old Relationships » Sam Drake

Request: Hello can you write a Sam Drake and Reader fanfiction where the reader is in love with Sam for a long time and when she finally moves on Sam is constantly flirting with her 24/7 or something like that THANK YOU

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Fandom: Uncharted

Words: 1717

A/N: I’m so sorry that this request took so long! I don’t even know why. .-. Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy this! c:

Originally posted by jensenimpala

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I Have an Idea!

“I have an idea!” Emma exclaimed as she handed you your third bottle of water that rehearsal. You felt too tired to do anything that she would suggest, and rehearsal was going to run for another hour. The dancing took its toll on your feet, the constant singing took its toll on your vocal cords, and you had to wrack you brain for my lines.

Everyone had off days, but this day was just ruthless.

“You should come over to my place for dinner tonight. I’m starting to feel like we barely spend any time together anymore” she said as you took a long drink of water.

“I have work during the day, and rehearsals happen every night of the week” you said “it’s not like we never see each other”

“I realize that, but I’m starting to miss the time spent with each other off stage” she said, her blue eyes pleading with yours. I sighed, knowing that I’d been defeated, She was one of your best friends, and you felt like you were falling away from each other little by little. Your own lives were getting in the way of you spending time together.

“You have a point. I’ll come over for a few hours, but I have to be home at a reasonable time. I can’t be out too late” you said, trying to prevent what always seemed to happen.

“No problem. I was planning on cooking a big meal tonight anyway” she said, and you cocked your head to the side

“Why?” you asked “you never cook big meals unless you know I’m coming over ahead of time. Sometimes you don’t even cook big meals when you do

“Ladies, let’s get back to rehearsing” your director called out before she answered your question

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“I hope you’re okay with having an extra person at the dinner table tonight” she spoke as you two walked down the hallway that led to her apartment in the building.

“It depends on who it is. Do I know them?” you asked with curiosity. She shook her head, and you let out a defeated sigh. You stopped in the hallway “I don’t want to be eating dinner with someone I don’t even know. You know that I get mildly awkward with people I’m forced to spend time with”

“Mildly is an understatement. Besides, you’ll like him. I know it. You two have so much in common that it almost sickens me” she said, and you rolled your eyes. You kept walking with her.

When you reached her apartment, she opened the door to reveal a man who was definitely out of place in her apartment. It wasn’t that her place was untidy, but he definitely looked like he didn’t belong there.

“Tom!” she exclaimed, running over to him. He smiled at her with bright eyes as he encased her body in his arms. 

He wore a light blue, button up, dress shirt with black dress pants. On his feet, he wore dark dress shoes.

“Who’s your friend?” he asked with a British accent after greeting my friend. The was much like Emma’s, but it was stronger than hers. She’d lived in the United States for too long, and her accent had faded away slightly.

You moved closer to the pair, closing the apartment door behind you.

“Tom, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Tom, my brother” Emma said, and you stuck your hand out in politeness. Of course, it was going to be awkward eating dinner with someone you didn’t know, but you knew that he was someone you’d love to get to know.

His blue eyes were soft, but they still had that excitement in them. It was like that of a young child. You knew this man. You’d seen him on movies before, but you never put it together until that very second.

He took your hand, and brought it up to his lips before kissing your knuckles.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tom” you said as a blush rose to your cheeks. He was a big time actor, and he was giving someone like you the time of day. It came as a shock to you.

“Don’t be shy. I’m looking forward to getting to know you. Emma talks about you constantly” he said, and you found a smile taking its place on your lips.

You could feel your heart begin to race as he leaned in toward your face. His hand still held yours, making it seem like such an intimate moment. You could smell his earthy cologne as he pulled himself even closer to your body. His warm breath hit your neck and ear.

“Don’t worry, I’m nothing like Loki” he whispered “I would never force you to kneel. You can make that decision on your own as we get closer”

“i didn’t know i needed that au” prompts

1. “i’m an unlikely wrestling fan and since when did my childhood friend become a pro wrestler”

2. “who are you, what the hell are you doing in my theatre program, and why are you so damn hot”

3. “we got into a really heated wii tennis match at the rec center and now i wanna bang you”

4. “you sat next to me at the movie theatre and i really hated your movie but i didn’t realize you were in it”

5. “you’re sitting by me on the airplane and i promise i’m only holding your hand because i hate flying”

6. “since when do you take judo?!”

7. “you are literally the last person i expected to see at disneyland but hey, wanna ride space mountain?”

8. “you think you make a better potato salad than me? bring it, loser”

9. “i can’t remember why i thought storm chasing with you was a good idea”

10. “YOU LIKE GAME OF THRONES TOO?”

11. "I work for the alethic department and you’re a male cheerleader and I find that really hot"

12. “oh shoot, i texted the wrong number, but can we keep talking?”

13. “We’re both in competitive show jumping and you’re an arrogant ass but I really love your horse”

14. “i keep running into you on this cruise and i don’t know if i hate you or just want to have sex with you”

15. “i’m interviewing you for the newspaper so will you stop flirting and we can get coffee after?”

16. “you were the bane of my existence in high school but now we’re going to college together”

17. “we’re enemies by day but league of legends allies by night”

18. “i bet you couldn’t make it all the way through this horror movie with me”

19. “i swear to god, if you tell anyone i take zumba you are dead”

20. “we live in adjacent apartments and i can’t stand you but your dinner literally smells so good can i try some?”

phil is copyright emails at 2 am, forgotten and rotten lemons on empty fridges, the irony of posting gifs from gif search without crediting, cheap nescafe and stale popcorn falling from your jacket when you take it off after going to the cinema 6 hours ago. 

dan is the smell of pizza reheated twice, the sound cans make when u pull them out from under ur bed, the feel when u misplace ur keys, when you’re on 1% and there’s a hot new meme, fanfiction that ends badly and clogged toilets.

Chocolate

Seokjin starts finding chocolates on his pillow. The first time, he thinks maybe Taehyung dropped it there because Taehyung’s always eating junk food in bed, but apparently it’s not his. Seokjin looks at it, bewildered, but puts it carefully in the corner against the wall so he won’t lose it, since he’s already brushed his teeth.

He kind of forgets about it the next morning, but that night when he comes back to his bed, there’s another chocolate on it. Taehyung wriggles his eyebrows at him. “Hyung, you must have an admirer.”

“Out of the 6 of you?” Seokjin blinks, and remembers the chocolate he left in the corner. He kind of wants to eat it, now, but he’s already brushed his teeth. He carefully stacks the second chocolate on the first one, and tells himself he’ll eat it tomorrow.

He forgets again (but it’s not really his fault, considering how busy they are in the morning), but the next night, there is another one. Taehyung wriggles his eyebrows from his bed and Seokjin unwraps them all and pops them into his mouth. They melt in his mouth, all soft truffle and rich chocolate, and he has to climb down again to brush his teeth. He carefully flattens the wrappers and steals one of Yoongi’s books, carefully pressing the wrappers in between pages and bringing the book back up to his bed so Yoongi doesn’t throw the wrappers away even if he finds it.

The chocolates continue the next day, the next day, and the next, and Seokjin’s determined to find out who it is but he just can’t. They somehow just appear on his pillow whenever he just slips out for a second to go to the bathroom or something, and Seokjin’s driven insane with curiosity.

“It’s really not you?” He asks Namjoon, rolling the newest chocolate between his fingers. It seems like something Namjoon would do. Namjoon used to pick up candy for him on his way back from the convenience store.

“Hyung, I swear. I mean, I’d tell you if it were me.”

“Then who is it?” Seokjin sighs, unwrapping the chocolate and popping it into his mouth. It tastes a bit like heaven. It’s apparently not Taehyung, who keeps trying to steal the chocolate from his pillow, unless Taehyung’s just acting like that just so Seokjin wouldn’t suspect him. He doesn’t think Jungkook is the type to do it, either, and Hoseok never really struck him as the romantic type. That leaves Yoongi and Jimin, but Yoongi has never really shown interest in the whole chocolate situation and he’s too lazy to think of something elaborate, and Seokjin doesn’t think Jimin can keep a secret.

He carefully folds the wrapper and slips it behind his phone case so he can put it back in the book when they get back. Namjoon had been his biggest suspect, but Namjoon’s denial seems pretty truthful. Unless Namjoon’s acting for some reason. All this thinking is hurting his head.

Namjoon chuckles and ruffles his hair. “Hyung, don’t worry too much about it. If he wants you to know who he is, he’ll let you know. No point trying to figure it out.” Namjoon flops onto Seokjin’s lap, grinning up at him, and Seokjin rolls his eyes.

“I know, but still.” He pouts, and Namjoon just flicks his stomach.

He comes home that night and there’s not just a chocolate that time - there’s a chocolate and a crimson rose. He hasn’t even seen anyone carry in a flower, and where is he supposed to put this? He ends up taking one of their glass cups and filling it with water, hoping that’s enough to keep it alive. Maybe he should dry it?

He decides to dry it instead and empties the cup, taking out one of Jimin’s shoelaces on his sneakers to tie the rose upside down so the flower head doesn’t dry all drooped down. He keeps finding roses and chocolates after that, and then one day, and he still isn’t certain how this was managed, he finds his bed full of roses.

100 roses, he should clarify, and not that he has counted - it just says so, on the label they come with.

“Well,” Taehyung grins, watching Seokjin try to figure out what to do with all the flowers, “at least I know who it is now.”

“Really?”

“Yupppppp.” Taehyung’s grin doesn’t fade. “But I’m not telling!”

Seokjin scowls and looks down at the roses. He doesn’t want to touch it. They look so pretty, and to be honest he’s a little intimidated. He carefully tugs his blanket out from under it and climbs into Yoongi’s bed. Yoongi frowns, so Seokjin smiles sheepishly at him. “Can I just sleep with you?”

“Sleep with Taehyung,” Yoongi grumbles, but he scoots over to make room anyway. He lets Seokjin share his pillow and Seokjin smiles and tugs his blanket over himself, tugging on Yoongi’s arm so he can hug it in the place of his stuffed animals. “What are you going to do about the flowers?”

“I dunno,” Seokjin mumbles, rubbing his cheek on Yoongi’s pillow. “I’ll hang them up tomorrow morning to dry. I can make potpourri with them and make our dorm smell nice.” He’s asleep in moments,

hugging Yoongi’s arm to his chest. Yoongi watches him for a while, their noses almost touching, and he fumbles with the chocolates hidden under his pillow so he can push them away from anywhere Seokjin might accidentally touch. 

The time Kurt finally gets to sleep in

“Daddy…Daddy…Daddy—”

Kurt wakes with a start, heart stuttering in his chest and a gasp pulled from his lips as light suddenly hits his eyes. He can feel something on his face—and it takes him a moment to recognize it as his daughter’s tiny hands pressed against his face…after she had reached out and poked open her father’s eyes.

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Virtually the Future

An Asagao Academy fanfiction

Synopsis: Jared test drives some new features on Satch’s VR machine after the video game tournament—and something strikes a chord with Jared during a scene with virtual personas of his friends.


Jared lounged on the couch, propping himself up on one arm while he watched his roommate Satch work on a black boxy machine. A pair of black gloves strung with wires lay on the coffee table beside the box, and a helmet sat on the carpet by Satch’s knees.

“Man, it’s crazy how you won the invention category by a landslide,” Jared remarked.

Satch laughed. “Well, I’m glad I did—I can actually take the time to improve this machine by quite a bit.” He twisted a cord that connected the box to a Plexiglas helmet.

“But how are you going to work that around your job?”

Satch smirked as he connected the gloves’s cords to the box. “Once I decide which company I’ll sell my invention to, I’m quitting.”

Jared sat up. “Wait, seriously? I thought you liked being surrounded by books.”

“I do. It’s the librarian I can’t work with.”

Jared’s pocket vibrated. He pulled out his phone and sighed when he saw his mother’s name on the screen. “Oh great.”

“Mom call?” Satch asked.

“Mother call.” Jared slouched against the couch. “Ugh, I don’t want to deal with this.”

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Beautiful Distraction

a/n: If you can, read this chapter with Kris’s There is A Place <<click for playlist.  It is highly recommended because as I was listening I realized it was super relevant to the chapter and also paced it perfectly!    

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Chapter o7.  Separate Universes

Floating in complete oblivion and emptiness.  It was dark and cold yet you weren’t scared because you could still feel Tao’s presence near you.  It was faint and fading but enough to keep you sane.  You couldn’t feel any of your limbs; you just felt like a mass of wandering dying energy. 

“________ah, how are you feeling today?” your lover’s voice sounded. 

You turned in circles trying to find him but all you encounter was endless blackness.  Zitao…

“Do you like the tulips I bought you today?” he asked, sniffing back tears, “Th-they’re as pink as your beautiful blushing cheeks…I-I just wanted you to be with me”.

Even though he tried his best to muffle his sobs, you could tell that he was crying.

“I-I…miss you so much, please come back to me,” he choked.

You wanted to cry too but couldn’t.  So this was how being in a separate universe felt like.  As his cries heightened, you wanted more than anything to just let him hear your voice once more to tell him that you still loved him even if you could no longer see him.  So you prayed and begged for God or any superior entity to let you have one more chance to meet with your lover…in a dream…in an illusion…anything…even if…even if it meant you’d be banished into the deepest level of fiery hell…because even that wouldn’t hurt as much as hearing the one you love break apart into pieces. 

Hours must have passed as you silently listened to Tao’s sobs intensify.  Even though you weren’t sure if you even had a heart anymore, this sour feeling lingered in the middle of your floating form. 

Zitao…please…don’t do this to yourself. 

“I just want you back…” he wailed over and over again. 

Please…

Silence engulfed you for a long time…except a rhythmic tapping noise in the background.  And the darkness grew darker without his voice.  It was scary but at the same time you were relieved because the less you heard from him, the higher chances it was that Tao got over you. 

“Hey…” you heard his voice again.

The place surrounding you lightened up a bit.

“You look beautiful today as usual…” he whispered.

You internally sighed.  He seemed happier today. 

“I should have told you that more when you were still with me…” he spoke regretfully. 

No…don’t…Zitao…

And then just like before, the cries began.  With it, the burning sensation spread throughout your midriff but you couldn’t do anything…you couldn’t even lift a hand to ease the pain.

“Please,” he pleaded, “Please give me another chance to tell you…” he choked, “I love you”. 

It’s okay Tao.  It will be okay.  Trust me.  It will hurt for a while, just like with Annie but one day you will be fine, okay?  So, please…stay strong. 

“I can’t go on without you…” he spoke and you felt like thousands of needles had punctured your chest. 

His sobs were so, so heartbreaking.  But all you could do was stay still and listen…again praying to the Heavens for a chance to tell Tao your last words.

 

 

He came back the next day. 

“Today, the florist recommended me to get these lilacs.  They smell really good.  Can you smell them?” he asked. 

A fresh and sweet scent drifted from the breeze that flowed passed you. 

Yes, yes I can, Zitao.

“But I told her no matter how good their scent was…it wasn’t as good as the perfume you used to use and the fragrance of your beautiful long hair,” he said tearfully. 

Zitao…

This time you weren’t surprised when the sobs began.  Instead, you looked up to the ceiling of endless darkness and for the first time you felt a wet feeling slid down your eyes.  The environment before you clouded up and began to shake. 

“I-I want you back.  What do I have to do to bring you back to me?” Tao asked desperately between wails. 

I’m right here, my love.  Please don’t do this to yourself.  Please, it’ll be okay soon. 

“I don’t know how long I can keep going on without you…it’s so meaningless…” he slurred.  You heard a loud “thud”. 

Frantically, you tried to search for him but again the blackness set in. 

 

And it became a familiar schedule.  Everyday, Tao visited you, sometimes talking about the gorgeous flowers, sometimes playing some classical music for you to hear, sometimes talking about the recent Kpop gossip in case you were still interested.  But it always ended with his cries for you to return to him.  At the beginning, he sounded a bit drowsy and delirious.  You worried that he had been drinking but he reassured you that he wasn’t and that it was merely just lack of sleep. 

“Hey Babe, how are you feeling today?”

Hey my love, I’m doing fine.  You?

“I’m feeling better.  Last night, I dug out our high school year book,” he said and then chuckled. 

It lasted only a split second but it was so, so beautiful to your ears.  Immediately, your vision blurred and for the first time, you could hear yourself crying. 

“I almost forgot that you used to be a little chubby,” he laughed, “but you were so cute”. 

I love you, Zitao.  Please don’t ever forget that.

“I love you, _______” he responded.

There was a long pause and you thought he had left but then he said, “Babe, I’ll keep waiting for you…it doesn’t matter how long…I’ll keep waiting”.

His voice cracked and you prepared for him to start crying.

Please, Zitao…you need to forget about me.  Don’t wait anymore. 

There were soft sniffles but it never increase into loud wails.  Still, you desperately wanted to run to him and wrap your arms tightly around his shaking body. 

 

 

“Hey Baby,” his voice was cheerful and sweet.

Hey my love!

“I have a confession to make,” he spoke.

What is it?

“…You know how I mentioned that I would wait for you…”

Mhmm…

“But I caved…”

It’s okay, I’m glad you’re able to finally move on…just remember to visit me once in a while though…so I won’t be lonely.

 

…I…I love you…

 

“I went to the bridal shop without you…” he continued.

Huh?  Bridal shop?

“I picked a really, really pretty dress for you.  It has all these lace designs that I know you’ll love…” Tao informed. 

Zitao…please…

“So please come back to me.  I reserved it already so whenever you’re ready, you can go try it on,” he spoke. 

Zitao…I can’t though.  Please don’t do this. 

“I also started looking at rings.  Do you like simpler bands or something more flashy?” your lover discussed.

Please…

You didn’t know when the tears began but by the time you knew, your whole face was drenched.  This indescribable pain dwelled in the depths of your heart knowing that Tao was still under the illusion that you two would get married and live happily ever after. 

“We will grow old together with our grandchildren dancing around us…right?” he inquired, his voice an octave higher than usual. 

Zitao…

Your own wails echoed through the dark tunnel causing the place to shake.  You pounded your heart to stop the sour feeling from spreading to other parts of your body. 

 

 

 

“Hey Baby…” Tao’s voice sounded so happy.

Hey my love. 

“Guess who got a pay raise,” he spoke proudly. 

Really?…I always knew my Zitao was intelligent and hardworking.  Congrats my love. 

“…that means we can reserve a bigger venue for our wedding,” he announced cheerfully. 

Zitao…don’t…

“Babe…where do you want to go for our Honey Moon?” he asked.

Please…let me go.  Your sobs were so loud, the ceiling above you cracked. 

 

 

“Hey Babe,” Tao greeted.

Don’t come anymore.  I don’t want…you to come.  And already your tears were flooding the ground beneath you. 

“I love you,” he said. 

I don’t want you…to love me anymore.  You sobbed.  The agony radiated through your entire body, every vein, every cell. 

“It’s been four months…” he started.

It has…so please it’s time to let me go…

“Sleepyhead…it’s time to wake up,” Tao coaxed.

I can’t wake up…

But you could feel his gentle stroking of your cheek. 

“You’re still as beautiful as ever but your husband…I am growing old and weak waiting for you…” he said sweetly.

Don’t wait anymore…please.

“But I’ll keep waiting if you aren’t ready to wake up yet.  Take your time,” he soothed and you could feel a cold and wet smooch against your forehead.

You looked down and for the first time, you could see your hands and feet.  A small light glowed at the end of the tunnel.

“Baby, I have an important project to finish, so I have to head home first.  I’ll come back earlier tomorrow morning so we can spend more time together, okay?” he asked then finished, “I love you”.

You felt another kiss against your forehead, this time it lingered there for a while.   

 

 

 

“Hey Honey!” Tao’s voice was so, so happy you couldn’t help the foolish grin that spread on your lips. 

Hey my silly panda.  Why are you so happy? 

“The doctor called earlier telling me your fingers twitched and I immediately came over.  Can you show me too so I know that I’m not dreaming?” he asked.

You felt your hand being lifted to his lips. 

Zitao…what are you saying?  I’m so confused. 

“It would be the best birthday present…” he sniffled back tears.

Is it your birthday?!  I’m so sorry~  I lost track of time.  Aww, my boy is now twenty-five isn’t he?  Tears cascaded down your cheeks. 

“I got you red roses today.  They’re your favorite, right?” he asked, kissing your hand. 

The sweet fragrance was so strong against your nose.  You sniffed a few more times and smiled through your tears.

They smell great, Zitao.  But it’s your birthday…why are you giving me a present?  You should go party and enjoy the night. 

“You’re going to help make my wish come true, right?” he questioned with so much hope lined in his voice.

I don’t know if I can…but what is it? 

“Just come back to me…” he answered.

Zitao…I can’t do that…

But you felt a pacing thumping in your chest.  Then a jolt sent your body forward as if you had been shocked by lightning. 

Tao gasped. 

“Baby…baby…can you hear me??  I saw it.  I saw it.  Your fingers moved,” he sobbed, “Thank you.  Thank you so, so much”. 

What?  What are you saying Zitao?  But hearing his tears of joy, you couldn’t help but cry along. 

“Thank you.  Thank you so, so much.  This is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten,” he kept repeating while crying. 

You roughly wiped away the tears in your eyes at how happy he sounded. 

He refused to leave that night. 

Dummy, isn’t the floor cold?  Go home.  Don’t get sick. 

“I love you,” he said for the tenth time while planting several kissing on your face. 

You’re so, so confused and helpless. 

 

 

“Happy one year anniversary, my love!” he greeted immediately bending over and placing his lips on the center of your forehead. 

Has it been a year together already?  Happy anniversary my love!  Even though you couldn’t see, you could smell the scent of a frosted red velvet cake.  There was some munching noise and a few chuckles. 

Zitao…are you eating the cake without me?  How dare you.  You laughed. 

“Honey, this cake is delicious.  I’ll save you a slice, okay?” he spoke.

What?!  Only a slice?  Huang Zitao!  You’re so greedy…but I love you.  Heehee. 

“You can smell it, can’t you?  I can see the soft grin on your face,” he said and you could feel his thumb stroke your forehead. 

You’re so confused…how were you able to feel all these feelings if you were dead.  Was this what Annie felt when she left Tao?  But how long was a ghost able to communicate with a human like this?  One day…you would have to leave forever. 

“I love you, Honey.  Let’s celebrate our second anniversary…third…fourth…fiftieth together,” he suggested, but then added, “But of course, when you’re healthy again.  I’ll give the whole red velvet cake to you then”. 

What…do you mean? Another jolt flowed through your body, similar to the one you felt last time, and you held your breath. 

“Honey?!  _______ah!” Tao shouted then called, “Doctor Li!  Doctor Li!  She grabbed my hand.  Is she waking up?!” 

You stared down at you hands but they remained in front of you.  When you looked up again, the environment around you was no longer black…or gray…it was white.  Your eyes widened. 

“________ah!  ________!  Can you hear me?!” your lover’s voice cried.

You blinked away the tears that clouded your vision to see Tao hovering over you.  His tears trickled down onto your cheek. 

“Zi…tao…” you coughed.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed.

You lifted your hand to remove this thing that was covering your mouth, which you later realize was an oxygen mask, but your fiancé stopped you. 

“No, no.  Don’t do that,” he said.

You’re so confused but you listened and let your hand slide back down to your side.  Before you, Tao was so overwhelmed with emotions you could barely recognize him.  You lifted your hand up again to touch his cheek.  And it felt so, so real. You sobbed and sobbed.

“Shh…Baby don’t cry…shhh…” he coaxed, bending down to kiss your forehead and cheek.

A man dressed in a lab coat came rushing in.  Two nurses followed quickly behind him.  They motioned for Tao to move aside but you wouldn’t let go of his hand so they let him stay through the check up.  The doctor shined a light into both your pupils while the nurses knocked on your elbow and knees to check for reflexes. 

“Can you tell me your full name and the relation you have with this man,” the doctor asked to test your memory skills.

“My name is _______ _______.  He is my fiancé,” you replied and the doctor nodded to inform you that you had answered correctly.

It finally came to your realization that you had been in a coma these past months…and Tao had been unconditionally waiting for you to wake up.  You turned to look at your fiancé.  Beside you, Tao was constantly wiping tears of joy from his eyes.  You squeezed his hand.

The doctors did another round of test and exams before announcing that you had officially conquered your coma.  However, they cautioned for you to rest as much as possible for your body was still quite weak.  So you obediently slid back to a sleeping position on the bed.  When the doctors left you two alone, you quietly observed your lover.  He was so much thinner and paler than you last recalled. 

“I’ve waited so long for this day to come…” he spoke, his voice cracking and tears filling up his eyes again. 

“I…I know…” you tearfully responded, “I know everything”. 

“Okay. Okay…shh…don’t cry…please.  The doctor told you to not be too emotional, remember?” he said sweetly. 

“I know…but how am I supposed to contain my tears.  I haven’t seen you for so many months.  I thought I died.  I thought…I thought you were foolishly waiting for a dead person to be revived,” you sobbed. 

“Shh…” Tao shushed then planted his lips onto yours.  You kissed him back with all the love you concealed for the past months. 

“I love you,” he said and you whimpered.

“I love you too, Zitao.  I love you so, so much,” you said, giving him another smooch on the lips. 

He ran his fingers through your hair and looked into your eyes oh so lovingly you thought you were going to faint.  His eyes were glowing like mystical orbs.  His lashes brimmed with tears and his lips curled up at the corners. 

“I miss you,” you admitted.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he replied.

“I won’t,” you assured, placing your hand around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

His lips were so soft and tender.  You missed kissing them so much.  When you finally broke from the kiss to breathe, your eyes sparkled into his.

“Simple band.  Italy.  And can I see my wedding dress?” you said.

Tao looked at you puzzled at first but then he gasped when he began to comprehend what you were referring to. 

“Yeah, yeah of course,” he said, digging into his pocket for his phone. 

He swiped a few times and brought the phone in front of you.  Just like he had described, it was a beautiful lace long-sleeve gown, similar to a royal duchess’s.

“Waa…My Taozi has such good taste,” you exclaimed, throwing him a goofy smile.

When he doesn’t reply, you turned away from the phone to him. 

With a frown, you questioned, “W-why are you crying?”

“You…you were able to hear me?” he questioned, wiping away his tears but they kept falling. 

Sitting upright, you scooted over to him.  With your slender fingers, you erased the tears from his eyes and nodded in affirmation, “I heard everything”.

He sobbed at your answer so you threw your arms around him.  His arms curled around your waist. 

Choking back tears, you detailed, “I heard everything…I heard you tell me you were going to wait for me to come back.  I smelled the tulips, the daisies, the lilacs, the lilies, the roses that you got me.  I felt your hand stroke my cheeks, your lips kiss my forehead.  Everything.  I was there with you the whole time”.

Tao separated the hug to stare into your watery eyes with his glistening ones.  Automatically, your lips met together in another passionate kiss. 

Forever.  I want to spend forever with you. 

 

 

a/n: Let’s all have a group hug to recuperate from all the trolling and emotional rollercoasters the MASTER PANDA made all her bunnies and unicorns go through. 

Last chapter tomorrow!  Will we get our happy ending or will the panda appear again? 

Remember to like, comment, and follow :3 I swear I don’t bite! 

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“You smell like peaches.”

“I had to borrow Dr. McCoy’s shampoo.” Sulu burrows into the fabric of Chekov’s uniform shirt and inhales deeply, a sleepy smile blooming across his face. “You like it?”

“Smells like summer,” Sulu replies, stretching out across the narrow bed and letting an ankle drape over the other man’s leg. “And pie.”

A grin dusts Chekov’s mouth. “I take it you’re not making it to your quarters tonight?”

“M’tired,” he sighs. “Yours are closer to the bridge.”

“Ah.” When he pushes himself up slightly in an attempt to disentangle himself from the mass of limbs that is Hikaru Sulu, the hands around his waist only cling tighter, the ankle over his ankle anchors him there. “I was going to read.”

“Then read.”

“My PADD is on the other side of the room.”

Sulu neither opens his eyes nor makes any attempt to move. “Too bad.” Yawning, he points out, “I could tell you a story.”

Glancing down at Sulu using him as a pillow, Chekov rolls his eyes. “Okay.”

“Once upon a time,” Sulu begins, “there was a very tired pilot-” another yawn- “and a navigator who smelled like peaches.” Chekov waits, but the next part of the story never comes.

Instead, he can hear Sulu softly snoring. 

[FIC]: showers

Pairing: miles kane/alex turner
Rating: r-ish
Summary: someone anon prompted me ages ago with “alex and showers” and this rambling trash is the result!
Word count: 1600
Disclaimer: not mine.
A/N: my theory about alex and miles is that  they are both big stupid puppies who need their heads smacking togehter and this is basically just more fic of that.

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