May Your Journey Know No Bounds...

still waiting for a book where the story is told from the main protagonist's pov but then is later revealed that the main protagonist was already deceased and the person telling the story the entire time was their close friend.

꒰ IN ANOTHER LIFE PT.2 ꒱

or in other words, the role you’d play in his and someone else’s love story…

↳ note ⨾ repost! <3 ↳ genre ⨾ angst/kinda fluff? ↳ parts ⨾ one :: two ↳ feat ⨾ oikawa, iwaizumi, tsukishima, kuroo, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, akaashi, daichi, kageyama, sakusa

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ ── the best friend

you’re alone in your room when you hear a knock at the door. it’d been days alone without your best friend and although the quiet was somewhat peaceful for you to get work done, it was more suffocating than anything. you weren’t expecting any visitors, so with furrowed brows and slight hesitance, you reach for the doorknob. pulling it open, you’re somewhat surprised at the sight. oikawa raises his head, staring into your eyes with every emotion you’ve been yearning to see since that girl entered his life. i’m sorry, he apologizes, pulling you into his arms and holding you close to his chest. i was so dumb he repeats and you can’t really understand why he’s giving you that last comment until he finishes, i’m so dumb for not noticing.

ʚ IWAIZUMI ɞ ── the villain

you step back from chasing him. it’s obvious that no one wants the two of you to be together given the circumstances of this wretched love triangle. were you even allowed to call it that? you’re probably only seen as a friend to him…especially since his childhood friend seems to have such a special place in his heart. he doesn’t quite read the signs though, because as soon as you give up and he notices the lack of your presence, he finds you after class and stands before you with eyes of concern. he knows you’ve been avoiding him for a reason and frankly, he doesn’t like it. so when you come clean about what everyone says around you, he frowns and takes your hands in his. i don’t care what everyone else wants to think. i like you and that’s what matters.

ʚ TSUKISHIMA ɞ ── the one who was too late

you take a step back from him soon after you learn about his relationship. he doesn’t notice at first. how could he? he has his sights on someone else, someone more significant. someone who had the confidence to confess to him at least. yeah, he knew about your little crush on him. but being that you were going to do nothing about it, he shouldn’t pretend to care either. so why was the lack of you bothering him so much? he starts looking for you around the halls, maybe near your locker or talking to a classmate. but it appears as though you completely disappeared. were your schedules so incompatible that you made an extra effort to see him? he should’ve noticed that you were showing you cared, albeit no words were said. he comes to the conclusion that he was the coward, the one lacking the confidence to tell you how much he appreciated you. he gives the girl an apologetic frown to the girl he’d been seeing who waves him off with a smile saying, i thought i sensed something between you two. go to her. so he does.

ʚ KUROO ɞ ── the ex

he scrolls through his own feed, a feeling of phoniness rising through him. the kuroo in the pictures are smiles galore, an exact reflection of the girl beside him in those pictures. but as more time passed, he realizes just how hard he was working to keep a facade up. how did one coffee date become a relationship? sure at the time he thought no harm of it, the two of you were on a break anyway, but now that it’s escalated to something much greater than something casual, the thought of your reaction has been plaguing his mind. he remembers how understanding you were, how hopeful you looked encouraging to take the time he needed while you waited. so there he goes…and then does this? god, he can’t even look at himself. but he has to make it right. which is why he comes clean about everything to the girl he’s currently seeing and then makes his way over to your place, this time with a sense of purpose. he took a break to find what he needed. but time away made him realize that what he needed all along was you.

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ ── the used one

it doesn’t hit him at first. it isn’t until he starts to realize the little things about his day have changed; he waits at his locker for that big smile he grew to adore, he searches through the stands of the volleyball stadium for those bright eyes, yet he doesn’t see them anymore. why should he? you were in his life for one reason only and now that your job was done, he shouldn’t be expecting those sights… when you hear about the breakup, you’re shocked, to say the least. you both put so much effort in making the girl notice him and they didn’t even work out? so now not only did it cause your heartbreak, but it was also a waste of time? your question is answered after class when before you can leave, the door is closed shut in front of you. from behind you, atsumu mentally thanks suna for aiding him in his plan. it’s been a while, he says, signature smirk finding its way on his face but one look at his clammy hands shows he’s more nervous than anything. you spin around to face the boy and wait for his next words. can we talk?

ʚ OSAMU ɞ ── the rebound

the cycle soon begins again…the distrust, constant frustration and arguments. it isn’t until he shouts y/n would’ve never done this! that he realizes just how badly he fucked up. so with a final goodbye, – he reiterates final because he’s sure he’ll never fall into the same empty void again – he leaves his former ex girlfriend and walks straight to your apartment. he doesn’t expect you to take him back, why should you? he treated you like you meant nothing after everything you’ve gone through… but it never hurt to try. so that’s why he’s kneeling at the foot of your door, begging for everything you had to forgive him. he’s sorry and you know it. he spews out numerous apologies and with a heavy heart, you invite him inside for some coffee.

ʚ BOKUTO ɞ ── the matchmaker

your stomach twists at the grin bokuto sports when you ask him to meet you at the diner after his practice. you’re sure it’s a platonic smile, how could it not be? the plan was simple, get the two to meet unknowingly, without you, and just watch their story unfold. you could scoff at the hallmark-ness of the situation. as the evening passes, you’re stuck in your room, nervously biting your nails as a dreaded feeling fills your stomach. if things go as planned, your friend will have a boyfriend…god, why can’t you feel happy for her? the next day comes and you’re still in mystery about what happened the night prior since your friend never messaged you like she said she would. you greet her in school and with a sad smile, she motions over to the captain on the other side of the hallway. he’s got something to tell you, she says and laughs when you stare in worry. don’t worry, i kind of figured it out…i’ll be fine. full of confusion, you walk over to bokuto and at your appearance, he sends a wary smile. y/n, you got a second?

ʚ AKAASHI ɞ── the second choice

awh, i’m sorry i was paired with someone else already, your friend says sadly when akaashi asked to be her partner for a project. you and y/n can be partners! you avoid his glance because you’re far too tired to see the look of disappointment that probably flashed in his eyes. akaashi agrees to be your partner and the two of you meet in the library for the next few days. it’d been a while since he spoke directly to you and he can’t help but feel bad. how come he never realized how smart and caring you were sooner? he finds himself gazing at you as you nervously chew your lip, deep concentration written on your face as you work and looking over at you in class during lessons. he mentions hanging out with you more often following your project and with a stiff nod, you accept. he’s observant though and asks about your look of discomfort. and then there you are, admitting your inferiority complex when standing next to your best friend and akaashi feels his heart sink. i’m sorry if i ever made you feel that way. you’re worth way more than that and i’d like to show you that, if you’d let me.

ʚ DAICHI ɞ ── the friendzoned

he can’t help but feel that there’s something wrong. you’re not as active while participating in conversations with him; you give mere head nods with a smile never reaching your eyes. he doesn’t know what’d wrong until sugawara has to break the news to him. she likes you, you dummy. i think she’s giving up on her feelings for you so that’s why she’s keeping her distance. the words echo in his mind for the following few days, guilt building up in his stomach. was he really blind to your feelings for him? he sure liked using the friend card on you and never did it occur to him that it probably hurt to hear those words again and again. now that he knows, though, he can’t seem to fight the blush on his face. he was never aware when someone liked him so you being his first? what did you even like about him? was he sweating? did he look weird? god, how weird you suddenly made him feel. it isn’t until one day you ask him if he’s alright because he’s looking rather…constipated, that he blurts out you’re making me feel weird! you open and close your mouth a few times, looking away so he can’t see the disappointment in your eyes. wait, wait, that’s not what i meant. i meant it like, looking at you makes me feel weird? no, that’s not right either. look, suga told me you liked me and since then, i also might feel something for you.

ʚ KAGEYAMA ɞ── the neighbor

you’re kidding, you think with a frown. why did today out of all be the day your mother invites the neighbors for a meal? so, kageyama ends up in the seat in front of you, fiddling with his utensils and avoiding all eye contact with you. yep, it’s awkward because it’s been so long. your mothers gush about how much the two of you have grown since you were little and take a trip down memory lane, spewing whatever childhood stories of you both that they can remember. by the end of dinner while you and him wash the dishes, most of the tension seemed to subside. so girlfriend, huh? you can’t help but blurt. kageyama profusely shakes his head. nah, nah, that didn’t work out… he mumbles, looking back up. you? with a scoff, you shake your head. kageyama rubs the back of his neck, pausing from drying the dishes. it’s really nice to see you, by the way. maybe we could see each other more often?

ʚ SAKUSA ɞ ── the rival

part of you curses the universe for making you realize your feelings toward him so late and ultimately, too late. you couldn’t even find it within yourself to participate in your usual competition. having to look at those deep frowns and listen to those insults you usually had a rock hard shield for? hits different when you like the person doing all that…even following his and his girlfriend’s eventual breakup, you couldn’t face him. in class, he hides his chin in his sweater, looking over at you ever so often, wondering why on earth you weren’t in his face, waving around another perfectly scored exam. hey, he mutters after class, looking down at you flatly. you, recognizing the voice, shrink down in your seat, bracing for the impact of whatever rude words he has for you. what’s wrong? you quickly blurt that nothing’s wrong but he can see right through you and asks again. feeling overwhelmed with how stern his expression in, you blurt out in a quick breath that you can’t find it within yourself to bother him anymore because you feel something for him. you slap a hand over your mouth in horror at your confession. but he doesn’t sneer like you thought he would. his shoulders relax and with a light sigh, he mutters, you had me worried that something was actually wrong, dummy.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓…

SLEEPY N CLINGY SUNA ☆★ !!

this headcanon has been engraved into my mind n wanted to write abt it. his birthday was the 25th n i missed it i had to post this

he plops down on you, face immediately resting on your chest, damp hair from his shower tickling your throat. he picks up your hand laying at your side and lazily plays with your fingers. “tired?”

“‘m exhausted,” he mumbles out, “jus’ wanna sleep in your arms.” eyes drooping even more. you knead his sore biceps, a groan escaping his mouth. suna wraps his arms around you midsection, moving his body up yours to rest his head on your shoulder, his nose deep into your neck. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. you both stayed in the quiet atmosphere, rubbing his back. at one point he was so still you thought he was asleep and tried to get up to go to the bathroom, only for him to tighten his grip around your waist.

“where you going? don’t leave.” he mumbled. how could you say no to that? you both stayed like that a little while before the both of you fell asleep, embracing each other.

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟕 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈.

he’s so pretty like this, you think as you watch him laugh. sakusa has a smile that could bring the sun to her knees, and he’s a pretty sight, and he’s yours. every moment with him, every word that’s spoken and every kiss he steals is like scripture you hold dearly.

“you have really cute dimples, you know,” you hum, poking the small indents of his cheeks. he gently swats your hand away, rolling his eyes. his cheeks are still flushed from the laughter from earlier, and you brush a few loose curls from his forehead.

“you don’t have to always bring that up,” he groans. and truth be told, sakusa loves when you point out little things about him, he loves the way your voice is always in awe, and he loves being the center of your attention.

“but they’re so cute, kiyo,” you pout, pinching his cheek delicately. “how was the party?”

“boring,” he mutters. “hate that they made me go.”

“well, your dad is really strict about these kinds of things,” you hum, threading your fingers through his hair as his head slumps onto your shoulder. it’s your last semester with sakusa, and then you’re both off into the real world, and you can’t help but hold onto these moments of peace a little bit longer.

“he was so annoying,” he grumbles, sinking further into your touch as you wrap an arm around him and pull him into your chest. and you should both go home soon—sakusa has practice and you have class, but you like the soft breeze kissing your skin as you lean against the trunk of a tree, and you like the weight of him in your arms as he settles into your embrace.

sakusa has never thought he’d be the type to like things like picnics in the middle of the night—but you make him live life a bit differently now, and he can’t say he minds it so much.

“tried to talk you out of volleyball again?” you murmur, and he nods, sighing. his family’s a little bit of a sore spot, but he trusts you enough to let you see those parts of him, even if they’re not his favorite.

“rambled on with my aunt about how i’m wasting my youth chasing something meaningless,” he rants, “and he said i was tainting the family name,” he spits bitterly. “you know she agreed with him? what a hag,” he spits, and you throw your head back and laugh.

“i think they’re just jealous they’ve never been on a news article,” you poke his nose, and he crinkles it lightly.

“can’t stand them,” sakusa mutters, but he relaxes a little when you press a soft kiss to his moles, making him hug you a little tighter.

“you shouldn’t listen to them, kiyo,” you say gently. “you love volleyball.”

“what if my dad’s right though?” he whispers, and there’s a small hint of doubt that’s always lingered in his mind, but you never let it surface for long.

“he’s not. you were the best player on the team as a freshman,” you remind him.

“wakatoshi played in the olympics,” he huffs. “and so did kageyama. i want to play in the olympics,” he pouts, and you run your thumb over his cheek as you cup it, smiling when he leans into your palm.

“you will,” you say, and sakusa feels his lips almost start to wobble at the confidence in your tone—no one’s ever been this confident in him. no one he’s needed it from, anyway.

“my dad’s trying to convince me to work with him in his office this summer,” he rolls his eyes. “says he thinks i’ve fooled around enough.”

“aw, kiyoomi my little business man,” you giggle, pinching his nose and making him scowl. “hope you wear a cute little tie that i can pull you into a kiss with.”

“i’m not doing it,” he scoffs.

“will you wear the suit for me then?”

“no,” he says flatly.

“at least a tie?”

“i’m having a crisis here,” he insists dramatically, and this time, it’s your turn to roll your eyes. sakusa’s always been one for theatrics, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy the show.

“oh, you poor thing,” you pout, and he huffs, shaking his head as you pepper kisses along his forehead in faux sympathy.

“you…you really think i can play pro?” he questions, and you snort, looking off to the distance as your hand rubs over his back slowly. sakusa has never been one to express himself, but if there’s one thing he does express, it’s way he loves volleyball—and lately, it’s the way he loves you.

you think you’re content with the late night rendezvous he lets you rope him into, and the evenings of waiting for him when he stays extra after practice, and the facetimes as you both study for midterms, and the way he sneaks out of family parties and you put off studying so you can have a picnic with him in the middle of the night.

“well duh,” you say as though it’s the most obvious thing on the planet, and his chest tightens. “if you don’t make it pro, then there’s no hope for japan to win the olympics.”

snorting, kiyoomi sprawls himself over your lap, grinning up at you and making his dimples surface once more. you poke them again, and he swats your hand away, and it’s routine by now.

“believe in me that much, huh?” he wriggles his brows, but there’s a soft hitch of his breath when you cup his cheeks gently and lean your forehead against his, pecking his lips delicately.

“even if no one else does, i will, kiyo,” you murmur, and this time, as sakusa really does fight off the wobble of his lips, he doesn’t think he wants to prove his father wrong anymore.

he only cares about proving you right now.

“when are you gonna join me in bed princess? i'm tired 'n i want cuddles.” atsumu whines as you change into your sleepwear, fresh out of the shower. you look over and smile fondly at him; he lay on the bed, his arms and legs splayed out on the white sheets, his head thrown back on the pillows as he turns to look at you with those hooded chocolate eyes.

“patience sweetheart, i gotta do my skincare first.” you waved a hand at him as you padded back into the still steamy bathroom, and the smile on your lips only grew as you heard a familiar small huff from behind you.

you splash water in your face and reach for the face cleanser, right where you always leave it. going through the motions, you revel in the small moment you have for yourself, even if its just simply washing your face. as you pat your face dry, you hear atsumu’s familiar footsteps approaching. taking your time to properly dry your face and neck, you glance over to see your lover leaning on the doorway, observing you with a smile- not one of his usual knee-weakening smirks, but a rarer, more intimate smile of adoration.

“you wanna do it for me? not being much help just staring, and plus, it's creepy.” you raise an eyebrow at him, a tug in your lips as he drops his jaw in horror at your comment.

“'scuse me, ’m not creepy at all!” he exclaims, reaching over to the sink counter, thumbing the various products before settling on one. “this one right?”

you nod your head and close your eyes, waiting to feel his touch on your skin. but instead, his hands gripped your waist, and your eyes fly open with a small yelp as he lifts you to sit on the counter, and moves himself to be standing in between your legs.

“gotta have my princess comfortable.” atsumu mumbles, almost to himself as he concentrates on putting the right amount of product on his palm. he puts his hands together before placing his calloused hands on your cheeks, softly patting the serum into your skin.

you don't speak and neither does he. you both just take this small instant in time to appreciate each other, how you both are so blessed to have the other, so lucky that you’ve found someone that intertwines with your soul so perfectly.

as he goes to find the next product, your eyes roam over atsumu and you drink in everything you can. the mole that rests just below his collarbone, right above where his heart would be. the small cupid’s bow of his pink lips. the faint stretch marks where his arms meet his shoulders. the way his forearm ever so slightly flexes as he opens the small tub of moisturiser.

atsumu scoops out a small amount, and his fingertips smooth the white cream over your forehead, sloping down to your nose, and along your cheeks. he does so with such a tenderness, it was as if he feared that if he pressed just a little too hard, you would shatter under his touch like glass. as he gently massages the cream into your skin, you hum blissfully and your eyes flutter to a close.

he goes through each step so effortlessly after seeing you do this so many times, and you had no fear of him doing something wrong, especially after so many nights of him eagerly asking questions as you went through your routine.

atsumu signals that he’s done with a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, and you shake yourself out of your drowsy stupor, opening your eyes to be met with an atsumu who’s smiling at you with a rare gentleness, a respite from his usual wildness and energy.

“so are we finally going to go to bed or will i have to carry you there myself? atsumu cocks his head at you, resting his large hands on your thighs.

you merely reply by pulling him close and wrapping your arms and legs around him. he chuckles lightly, and a warmth spreads through you as you feel the slight rumble in his chest against yours. his hands grip the bottom of your thighs and he lifts you up, making his way over to your shared bed before switching off the light in the bathroom. carefully, he sets you down on the soft sheets and he climbs over you to get comfortable on his side. you turn to look at him, and he turns to look at you, reaching out to brush his thumb over your dewy cheek.

“i won’t ever find someone else like you.” he breathes after what feels like an eternity of silence, his voice so soft even you- mere centimetres away- had to strain to listen.

you place your hands onto his cheeks, and bring yourself close to press a kiss to his forehead. “and you won’t ever need to.”

YOU FALL ASLEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT DURING A LONG DRIVE — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, iwaizumi, sakusa, suna + osamu.

warnings — none just fluff !

note — this will always be held close to my heart <3

ఌ ATSUMU his fingers drum along to the beat of your favourite song as it plays quietly on the radio and he smiles softly at the way your head is resting to the side a bit, your hand loosely intertwined with his free one across the centre console. your sleepy grip only causes him to hold on tighter, while warmth blooms in his chest when he watches your nose twitches as the sun beams through the window. the car slows when he notices the red light and atsumu smiles when he finally turns to admire the sun against your skin, his features soft because your hand feels warm in his, and it’s similar to the feeling of the sun that warms his skin now. he sighs, a content sound before bringing your intertwined hands to his lips before he allows them to graze over your knuckles — a raspy “a love ya” spoken into the silence against your skin after, because everything that atsumu knew about love, felt exactly like the love he found in you.

ఌ IWAIZUMI his palm lay flat against your skin as he smoothes it over your thighs gently, smiling when he feels you nuzzle deeper into his broad bicep thats stretched over your figure in favour of you curling around it to rest against it. you always insisted you slept better when you had him, so when he watched you stifle a yawn it seemed natural for his arm to find its place — almost as natural as loving you felt. hajime slows as he nears a speed bump, his arm pressing against you lightly and he’s silently hoping you’re not jostled awake when the car jumps, your cheek smooshing a little against his muscle and even though he’s pretty sure there’s some drool on his shirt now, he still smiles because with you, the warmth in his chest still felt familiar. his hand on your thigh offering an affectionate squeeze at the realisation because he can only hope you feel the weight of his love tenfold, because it was still you.

ఌ SAKUSA the car slows at the red light and he looks at you for a moment, your soft breathing filling the peaceful silence that settles in the car and he doesn’t realise he’s smiling, because all he can focus on is the warmth in his heart and the way it seems to beat for you. a whine sounds from your lips as you begin to shake awake, but kiyoomi’s palm is quick to rest against your cheek, his voice gentle as his thumb smoothes over the skin to calm you — and a little pride swells in his chest when it soothes you back into your slumber, his hand resting there for a few seconds longer before the light turns back green, and he gives you one last glance before his eyes are back on the road. with a warmth in his heart and a smile on his lips because it was moments like this where kiyoomi knew, that despite the hours of driving he still had left, love with you made him feel like he’d already made it.

ఌ SUNA his chin rests against his forearms as they cross over the steering wheel infront of him, grumbling quietly at the queues of traffic infront even though it’s already a little past 11pm at night, but all annoyance immediately leaves his body when his head turns in favour of looking at you instead. your head is rested against the passenger side window, while your phone is still resting in your hand, and he feels himself smile at the warmth that blooms in his cheeks at the sight. suna’s head rising quietly from its place before his hand reaches towards you, pulling your phone from your hand in favour of replacing it with his own. your skin feels warm against his palm when he rests your hand in his lap, humming contently as his thumb brushes over your knuckles and he’s still smiling, because now he’s silently thanking the queues of traffic infront of him for allowing him to live in this moment, with you, for a little bit longer.

ఌ OSAMU his hand ran through his slightly messy, dark hair as he slumps against his seat, muscles heavy from a long day but when he glances over to your sleepy features in the passenger seat, his old onigiri miya sweater on your body and your eyelashes resting against your cheeks, he swears they feel weightless. osamu’s movements were always practiced, calculated—but there was something about the erratic beating of his heart that had began to feel familiar around you. his hand reaching out to rest against your thigh, holding you still with his broad bicep when he makes a particularly tight turn in the hopes to not wake you as he mumbles something soothing under his breath. “i’ve got ya, sweetheart.” he breathes, but his touch lingers there a little longer as he smiles at the feeling of your skin under his palm, because for once — he didn’t feel in control when he fell in love with you, but he finds himself smiling as the car slows to stop, his head finally turning as he gazes at you, because osamu wouldn’t have it any other way.

at inarizaki high school’s sports festival

𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨!

-> characters: bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji, kita shinsuke, miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, sawamura daichi, asahi azumane

-> a/n: HA i told you i’d write something! it’s not long but it’s something >:))

— BOKUTO KOTAROU looks at you whenever he scores a point!

his eyes drift up to meet yours as a wide smile shows itself on his lips. the sheer excited, pride he feels at that given moment makes all the hard work of practicing so, so worth it. to see you standing and clapping at his small little victory made everything worth it.

— AKAASHI KEIJI’s face will scrunch up when you boop his nose!

there will be times where you’ll randomly tap a finger on his nose out of nowhere. it’ll make his face scrunch up, a small confused look on his face as a small pout forms on his lips. though this pout will always be followed by a small smile as he gives you a kiss on your nose. the small things like these moments we what made your relationship all the more better.

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you guys have no idea how much it hurts to see a person who used me and hurt me - and other people close to me too - gain love and fame on this site. i really wish i could tell the whole truth so that everyone would know who this person really is, but i know that no one will believe me. so i have to watch it all happen before my eyes as i try to heal alone.

Genshin Volleyball AU - Reuniting after a month apart

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Thoma and gn!reader

Warnings: not proofread did not have time to, fluff, profanities, innuendos, have not updated the taglist

Other works in this AU: https://primofate.tumblr.com/post/654696933944852480/genshin-au-series-masterlist

Summary: Being in the national team, he represents the country during the Olympic Games. It typically only lasts for 16 days but its common to fly in earlier for training and getting used to the ambiance and atmosphere of the Olympic stadium. That said, you have to be left behind at home owing to your job but today, he’s finally coming back!

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

While apart

There’s not a day that you don’t get your “good morning” and “good night” texts. He won’t forget.

No matter how tired he is that day he’ll always manage a “Love, I’m sleeping now, good night,”

You’re not gunna get any selfies of him unless you ask/beg real nicely. He just isn’t a selfie person (protip: if you say you miss seeing his face, he’ll send you one but he’d prefer a video call. That or he’ll send you a photo that’s like, official, like a team photo or something or a photo of him with another member)

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