#long distance modern au

[jay-arts-t]

Long Distance Modern AU (back at it again)

Geralt: oh my fucking gods it's so hot, Jask. It's literally 30°C (85-ish F)

Jaskier: oh yeah, 30s aren't fun.

Geralt: I'm dying. It's so hot. Why is it so hot I'm up NORTH

Jaskier: yeah yeah it's not that bad. Go lay down inside babe

Geralt: no but you have AC, I have a box fan

Jaskier: we don't use AC at that temp

Geralt: OKAY WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. I LIVE IN THE MOUNTAINS JULIAN. ITS USUALLY COLD AS BALLS UP HERE, NOT SATAN'S WET ANUS

Jaskier: WHY DID YOU CALL IT WET???

Geralt: SWAMP ASS.

[momotonescreaming]

Modern au where steddie are dating long distance.

They meet online, chatting about the fanfiction that Eddie writes and Steve reads. They chat about shared interests in tv, and movies, and music. About shitty parents and coming out. And then it sort of evolves from there.

Messaging, turns into phone calls, turns in video calls, turns into racing hearts and sweaty palms when they see a notification from the other. Turns into counting down the seconds until they can open their laptops and call. Turns into hardcore longing, and pining, and whispering I like you through the screen.

They start dating.

Steve will send him messages ending in hearts and kisses. Will send him thirst trap photos he takes at the gym. Takes photos of the dinner he makes and sends it to Eddie with captions saying he's saving him a piece <3. Learns to make Eddie's favourite foods, so he can make them for him when they meet.

Eddie sends him previews of the fic he's writing. Photos of him performing with his band, sweaty and smiling. Serenades him over video call, acoustic guitar perched in his lap. Watches the basketball with Steve, each from their respective living rooms.

He wonders what it would be like if they were together. If Steve could cook him the dinner he learnt just for him, if Eddie could curl into his side as they watch the game together, Steve whispering the rules of basketball into his ear.

He wonders what it would be like to kiss Steve. To feel those plump lips on his. To taste him. His sweat, his flavoured chapstick. Would he put his hands on his waist? His jaw? Cradle his face? Would he make it slow and sweet? Or rushed and desperate? Would Steve whisper I love you into the warmth of Eddie's mouth?

But they live on opposite sides of the country.

He loves what they have. He loves having Steve. But Eddie wants what other people have. Would like to go on a date that isn't through a laptop. Would like to be able to kiss and hug and even just touch his boyfriend.

[cerealiii]

Modern AU; long distance Kavetham where Kaveh goes on long trips for work and Alhaitham always picks him up from the airport~

Because Kaveh is gone 90% of the time Alhaitham's friends start to think he's perpetually single so they try and set up blind dates for him. He goes for the free food. Anyways, Kavetham have fun with it :P

Oh and Alhaitham totally has a grading rubric set up for these dates lol~ though he never goes past the first date :P

---Cerealiii

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[deathsweetblossoms]

"You're here," she said, only half sure she'd said the words out loud.

"I'm here." He tugged lightly on her braid before pulling his hand back.

Recessional by @ultadverb

[stars-of-kyber]

It's gonna be (5000 miles)

I am late for Anthony's Birthday, but here I am.

And as a gift of love to our angry viscount, enjoy some fluffy, long-distance established relationship, birthday surprise cuteness.

A huge thanks to @searching4paradiso who gave me the first idea to write something for Anthony's birthday and to @harnitbee and @mimix007 who listened to me whine and moan over my insecurities while I wrote that and helped me get this out. Also, Harnitbee suggested the name. You are all so amazing I have no words.

I hope you all like the story!

[skylariumrose]

RexObi BigBang

Hello All! And welcome to my first RexObi work and for @rexobibang! with an excellent art piece by the wonderful and incredibly talented @wrennette!

Art link to the incredible Wrennette! AO3

Please enjoy!

Summary:

When a motorcyclist stops to help Rex catch his runaway horse, he doesn't think much of the man except his kindness.

Now confronted with seeing him again, Rex can’t help wanting to meet Obi-Wan Kenobi as many times as he can before he leaves the archipelago... Maybe even after.

He just wished that his family wouldn’t try to get involved.

[dyaddu]

Ah, there he is - her gorgeous man. He looks extra soft on the other side of the laptop screen.

'You're a bit blurry, babe'

'Bad connection, sorry. Not your end though. You're as beautiful as ever. Wifey'

'Oh, stop it'. Rey blushes, tucking her short hair behind her ear.

She misses him so. Really needs her husband back home, but she has to put on a brave face. Pretend she's fine. It's important he be there.

'So, tell me. How's it all going?'

[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse, Orym/Dorian Storm, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role), Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse Characters: Dorian Storm, Orym (Critical Role), Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Long-Distance Relationship, Texting, Fluff, Love, Married Life, Conversations, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling

Summary: It's hard for Dorian to be away on tour while his husbands remain home for the Jrusar FC season, but they make sure to keep connected. They text and call and send videos. Even though he misses them, he never has to doubt that they love and support him.

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“Don't forget your ring.”

“There is no universe where I forget my ring.” He slipped his finger into the ring that Will held up, then adjusted it to sit more comfortably at the same time he kissed Will's cheek. “I was cleaning it, so it's nice and pretty for all the photos they're going to snap when I get to the skyport. Shouldn't you be mentally preparing for preseason training?”

“How do you expect me to mentally prepare when you're leaving us for so long?”

“I would be saying the same thing to you when the season starts.”

[blueironywrites]

Title: Mahogany (M)

Summary: Remus and Sirius are living their dreams. Remus is about to open his own photography studio. Sirius is a successful musician on tour.

The two are going to learn that, sometimes, dreams fall apart.

A story about love and longing.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Word count: c.19,200/?

Dorks in love, famous Sirius, pining, longing

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Remus and Sirius love each other so, so much in this fic. Writing it has been an absolute joy. It's the first multi-chapter fic that I have written where I have really felt for both the characters in an achy but very loving way.

The world I have created for them is so vivid in my mind and I hope it comes across in my writing.

[virtie333]

Day 5 of Damerey Week 2021! I personally thought this was probably the 'weakest' of the seven I wrote for this week, but boy did it get a lot of good feedback! I seem to be very good at angst, even when I'm not trying.

If I had had the time, I could have made this much longer than it was, making their letters back and forth longer and more detailed, and of course more of them. As it is, it worked.

[kanthonyficrecs]

Featured Fic (Modern AU)

Here I Go With Nothing by juniper5x5 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: It catches them both off guard, the way he throws his head back with glee, and soon enough Kate is giggling too. It’s terrifying, the way her smile lodges itself into his heart. (Kate and Anthony navigate distance, both geographical and emotional)

[korribanarchive]

All The Time In the World (Modern AU)

Modern Military AU- Marine Captain Gregor x Female Dancer Reader

Rated: Explicit 18+ only MINORS NO TOUCHY

Warnings: Diabetic fluff, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex

Words: 2.3k

Summary: You're a dancer in the New York City Ballet. You met Marine Spec Ops Instructor Captain Gregor during Fleet Week two years ago. You fell hard and fast and you've missed him more than words can say. He comes up from Camp Lejeune on leave early to surprise you.

Taglist: @kurocommitsacrime @its-capt-traitor-to-you (for the QYTGregor contest)

AO3

It'd be great if you could still comment here to vote for this one for the QYTGregor Adult Fic Contest!

Divider by @djarrex

You stepped out of the back door of the David H. Koch theater of the Lincoln Center, sighing with relief. Your feet and legs ached after two performances that day and you were ready to go home and rest up for the next day’s performances. Ever since you had moved up to one of the principal dancer positions, your pay had almost doubled, but so had your workload. 

Pulling on your jacket, you pulled out your phone and saw your usual evening text from your long distance boyfriend, Gregor. Dance like you do through my dreams every night, Mesh’la ;). You smiled a bittersweet smile while you headed across the bandshell park toward the bus stop, the lights of the City that Never Sleeps illuminating the way. How long had it been since you had seen him in person? It had to have been Christmas. 

That was the life he had signed up for though. He was a Marine- CO of Foxtrot Company and instructor at Camp Lejeune. You both had known from the start that things wouldn’t be easy, but knowing it and living it were often two separate challenges.

“Now I know those aren’t tears in those pretty eyes of yours.”

The familiar, playful tone almost startled you and you looked up from your phone, seeing Gregor of all people leaned against the back of a bench, dressed in his perfectly pressed dress blues, a bouquet of your favorite flowers gripped in one hand. You closed the gap between them and pulled him down for a sweet kiss.

“I wasn’t expecting you ‘til next week,” you breathed once you had pulled away. 

His lips twisted into his charming, crooked smile. “Heh, didn’t think I’d leave the most beautiful girl in the world alone in the city during Fleet Week, did ya?”

“I guess not,” you laughed. “Two years tomorrow. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget? Your roommate was all over those SEAL Team 99  boys, but you didn’t look at anyone but me that whole night.” He held you close by the waist, unwilling to let go of you.

“If I recall, I wasn’t the only one with eyes fixated the whole night,” you replied, reaching up and straightening his hat. “You get all dressed up just for me?”

He winked at you. “We both know you’re a sucker for a man in a uniform,” he teased you and wrapped an arm around your waist.“Let’s get you home, Mesh’la, before I decide to take you right here and now.”

“Patience is a virtue, Captain,” you replied playfully.

He chuckled while guiding you toward the parking garage. He kept his hand wrapped around your waist the whole way. He opened the passenger side of his golden yellow Jeep Rubicon and lifted you up into the car, earning a giggle from you.

“You know, you’re the only one who I let do that off stage,” you teased. 

“I bet you can say that about a lot of things, Mesh’la,” he replied with a wink.

He got in the driver’s side and started the drive toward your apartment- he knew the way well after his visits the last two years. As he drove one of his hands came to rest on your thigh and  you closed your eyes with a contented sigh, holding onto the feeling of his warm hand on you.

“How did tonight go?” he asked.

“Pretty well. No incidents like we were having in rehearsals this season,” you replied.

It was your first season as a principal dancer and it was still nerve wracking to be the main focus on stage so often. A soloist had a few minutes of focus for one or two pieces. A principal had several pieces all to themselves or as the main focus.

“So no more getting dropped?” he asked.

“No. We are finally working well together,” you replied.

“Good.” The firmness of his voice betrayed his worry for you more than he’d ever admit outright.

Your male counterpart was a highly experienced dancer and you were extremely  lucky to have such a seasoned partner on the stage, but it had taken almost two months to develop the trust and chemistry needed to perform well. Being dropped by a man taller than Gregor was not fun. 

Pulling into the lot of your apartment, he stepped out and circled around. He opened the door and helped you down, kissing your hand as he set you on your feet. He grabbed his bag from the back while you went up ahead to unlock the apartment. 

As soon as you were through the door and into the living room of the two bedroom apartment, he had you in his arms again, pressing tender kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your jaw. Any exposed spot got a kiss.

“Not even,” you murmured between kisses, “gonna let me clean up?”

Not that you minded one bit. You had longed for this. To see him outside a video chat, to be in his strong arms again, to feel his lips against yours once more.

He chuckled, his hands traveling to your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Why bother? I’ll be getting you all dirty again in no time.”

“Let’s at least get to my bedroom. Don’t want my roommate coming back and getting an eyeful now do we?” 

He smirked and picked you up bridal style. Carrying you into the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind him and deposited you on your bed. You pulled him down on top of you and kissed him, your eyes falling closed for a moment, savoring the heat, the passion, the love you had missed so dearly. His kisses lit a fire in you--a fire you were content to allow to consume you for the night.

“If you don’t start taking off that uniform, you’re gonna have to buy a new one,” you whispered.

You didn’t wait for him to comply, instead fumbling with the belt and the golden buttons, trying to peel away the stiff wool that stood between you and your Captain. His hands caught yours and he pinned them above your head. 

“Patience is a virtue, Mesh’la,” he teased, keeping you pinned in place with one hand while the other took its sweet time unbuckling the belt then unbuttoning every single button.

This man was going to drive you insane. One button, two buttons. You struggled lightly against his grip on your hands and his grip tightened while he paused at the third button.

“You are insufferable,” you whined. “Insufferable and evil.”

He leaned down, nipping at the shell of your ear. “You’re the one who said be patient,” he purred. “So be patient or I’ll leave you wanting.”

You pouted a little, but settled in his grip and he finally finished removing his jacket. The white button up and tshirt beneath quickly followed it to the floor, leaving his muscular chest exposed. 

He leaned down, his figure dwarfing yours as he kissed his way down your neck and collarbone, pushing aside your jacket, untying your top, and relieving you of your bra as he went. Bit by bit he exposed your lithe figure, leaving a scorching trail of kisses in his wake. 

Your hands finally free of their prison, you wasted no time kicking off your shoes and aiding him in sliding off your fitted jeans and panties. He took a moment to admire the sight of you laid out before him, as awestruck by you as he was your first time. His eyes traveled from your flushed cheeks, over your perky breasts before lingering between your legs.

His hand ghosted down your figure. You groaned when he traced around your lips with a single finger. His feather light touch was going to drive you insane at this rate and by the mischievous glint in his eye that was exactly what he was going for. The wanton whine that escaped you just served to egg him on. He swiped a finger up your slit, just barely brushing your clit as he gathered some of your juices on his finger.

“Look at you,” he teased. “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re soaked.”

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, your eyes focusing on the taut fabric where his cock was straining against his dress pants.

“Can you blame me for missing you?” he asked. 

“Why don’t you show me just how much you missed me?”

Gregor didn’t need to be asked twice. He spread your legs wide and kissed his way along your thigh until he reached his prize. He ran his tongue up your folds then delved in, his tongue dipping into your entrance. 

Heat began to flood your body more and more each time his tongue delved into you and you buried your fingers in his clean-cut hair, trying to egg him on, desperate for more. His torturous tongue only served to amplify the ache. 

“Gregor, nnng fuck,” you groaned. 

“Yes, Mesh’la?” he purred. 

“Are you going to torture me like this all night?”

He chuckled, sending pleasant vibrations through your cunt. He feigned thinking about it, lazily swiping his tongue against your clit as he did. 

“That depends on how good you are for me, Mesh’la.” He immediately returned to his place between your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Aah! Jesus! And how do you…nnn define good?” you panted. 

The heat was beginning to rise in you. Your brain was going fuzzy and all you could bring yourself to think about was his mouth that was pushing you deeper and deeper into the fire he was setting in you. 

You glanced down at him and the look in his eyes as he slid two fingers inside you told you exactly what he wanted from you. No words needed. His fingers curled up, pressing on that sweet spot over and over. A cry tore from you as the heat of your first orgasm shot through your veins. Your Captain didn’t stop either, his tongue sweeping over your quaking bud, even as your vision filled with blinding light brighter than any spotlight you’d ever been under.

The roaring in your ears slowly died down and you blinked the last stars from your vision, your head still in the clouds when you felt his fingers and mouth pull away. A whimper escaped you at the loss.

“Heh, if you think we’re done, Mesh’la, you haven’t been paying attention.” His voice cut through the fog that had settled over your mind.

His shoes and dress pants had joined the rest of his uniform on the floor of your bedroom and his warm brown eyes met yours as he slid his boxers down and threw them aside as well. He settled between your legs. Your ankles found rest on his broad shoulders, toes curling in anticipation as he rubbed his leaking cock against your entrance.

“Gregorrr stop teasing me and take me already!” 

You whined and squirmed trying to get payback, but his hold on your legs left you little room to do anything more.

“You’re cute when you get all impatient,” he teased. “I think you’ve waited long enough though.”

He filled you slowly, his hands coming down and massaging your hips as you quivered at the sensation. He stretched you near to your limit- he always had. 

“Fuck,” you gasped.

“All right, Mesh’la?” he asked, pausing with his shaft buried inside you.

“Better than all right.” You nodded that he was okay to continue.

He started at a slow pace with you, taking his time. Each deliberate thrust sent a jolt of sensation through you. His every muscle was taut and even in the haze he was slowly pushing you into it was clear he was holding back on you, always gentle and always cautious.

“You’re not gonna break me, love,” you managed to gasp. 

He smiled and leaned down and braced his arm above your head, nearly folding you in half to capture your lips in an electrifying kiss. 

“Is that so?” he grunted as his hips snapped forward with more force earning a lewd moan from you. “Perhaps I want to take my time with you, Mesh’la. We’ve got all night.”

And take his time he did. His every thrust sent you deeper and deeper into that blissful haze that only he could send you into. He kissed anywhere he could reach, leaving trails of fire along your skin. 

The pressure that was building inside you felt like it would last forever yet explode at any moment. A coil waiting to spring open at the slightest provocation. 

“Right there, love,” you panted. “Just like that. Nnng… so close.”

You could feel his discipline waning as well, but he did as you asked, hitting that sweet spot in you in ways you had no way of reaching on your own. 

“That’s it Mesh’la, come for me.”

His hand on your hip moved between you and his thumb circled your clit. The pressure exploded in you. Your whole body tensed under him, your legs trembling and your vision going white. You were a mess of incoherent curses as the last of his discipline crumbled. 

He chased his own high letting you ride yours out on his pulsing cock until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He pulled himself from you, pumping himself once, twice. Hot ropes of his cum painted your flat stomach as he groaned your given name. It never sounded as sweet as then.

Catching his breath, he looked down at you, his crooked smile returning. “Worth the wait, Mesh’la?”

“Always worth the wait, Gregor,” you murmured, shifting to lie down fully and pulling him down onto you.

He wrapped you in his arms and buried his face in your neck. “I missed you,” he admitted quietly, running his hands up and down your back. 

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, pressing soft kisses to his shoulder. “I always miss you.”

“I’m sorry, Mesh’la. I understand if-” 

“Hush. None of that. No apologies. No sadness. We knew this wouldn’t be easy, but we have time now and we’re not wasting it on regrets,” you chided. “For this week we have all the time in the world. Let’s make the most of it.”

Please take a moment to like, reblog, and/or comment if you would like. <3 Thanks for reading!

[profoundbondfanfic]

An Exploration of Habitat

An Exploration of Habitat by aileenrose Rating: Mature Word Count: 11k

Dean's afraid of heights, and Cas lives in a tree.

It's difficult to have a long-distance relationship in general. More difficult when one party lives in a tree and hasn't come down for almost three years. Particularly difficult when the other party is someone who is absolutely terrified of heights. But since it's Dean and Cas, they make it work for each other!

This fic packs a punch for only 11k words. Cas is an accountant turned protester, who's been living in a redwood tree threatened by logging for the past three years. Dean is the curious bystander drawn close who gets a chance to meet him -- after being dragged up almost a hundred feet in the air. Once Cas and Dean meet, they discover that they have more in common than not, and they start to open up to each other about their fears and hopes.

Cas is completely charming and vulnerable as someone with doubts who only wants to do the right thing, but who doesn't think he could ever live up to the expectations of others, while Dean is completely charming as the guy who helps to break Cas out of his shell and reassure that him that he's completely worthy. (Also, Dean delivers news about Gangnam Style, and who could live without that?) Definitely give this one a look for something short and sweet--and yet still profound!

[stitch1830]

New Kantoph fic! This is for @yearoftheotpevent and the prompt for February I chose was Long Distance.

Fic is on AO3, as is the January prompt now. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy! :D

[kobutareads1]

The Thinnest Wires by pickledbrows

Modern AU - long distance relationship. Eruri. One shot. Erwin and Levi are in love but have never met in person. How long can this last?

I love the angst! Our boys have an on-line relationship and love each other but begin to feel the strain of living in different time zones, communicating only through text and Face Time and never physically meeting. Will this work?

[kittybells-writes]

I'm coming home soon

yellowjackets jackie/shauna no archive warnings apply fluff modern day au

Jackie was familiar with airports, she had flown a few times. Usually at least once a year; her family had the money and liked to travel, but never let her travel on her own. That being said, she had no issues navigating the airport. She lived in a small town in New Jersey, so it wasn’t hard to find Shauna’s gate after getting through security. Every few minutes, she would reload the tab that was tracking her girlfriend’s flight, bouncing her leg impatiently. Playing in her earbuds was Shauna’s favorite song. The familiar lyrics wrapped around her brain like a warm hug.

The plane wheels touching the ground meant that Shauna could breathe again. She stared out the window as the plane taxied slowly, approaching her gate. It took a second for her to remember that she could take her phone off airplane mode, so that she did, intending to text Jackie and tell her that she had arrived.