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ailendolin · 3 months

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Greeting, :)

Hope you're having a lovely december so far.

Congrats on cracking 800 followers !!🥳

*insert celebratory party and cake here*.

For the Celebration I would like to formally request, as always ;), 04. Robin/Julian and 04 and 09.

Your writing is just soo *Chefs kiss*, but take your time and enjoy the holidays (if you get any? Hopefully...).

Have a great day/month/year :) <3

I did have a lovely December, thank you! I hope you did as well! Thank you so much for your prompt! Here's your little story about the Chess Husbands being very soft with each other based on your prompts Shooting Star & Tradition. Enjoy! 😊

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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Wish Upon A Star [AO3]

“What are you doing out here?”

Robin glanced over his shoulder and could not help but smile at the slightly disgruntled expression on Julian’s face.

“Watching the stars,” he said before he turned to look back up at the sky. “Is good night for it.”

Julian sighed but crossed the driveway to sit down next to him on the old fountain anyway. His eyes followed Robin’s gaze up into the vastness of the universe. “It’s also a good night for cuddling in bed, you know.”

Robin’s smile widened into a grin. “Don’t need bed for cuddle.”

To prove his point, he wormed his way into Julian’s arms. It was his favourite place in the world. Back when the house had first been built, he’d thought it couldn’t get much better than that. Four walls, a roof, a door – it had offered more comfort than he’d ever known. But then Julian had partied his way into the afterlife and stirred up this persistent flutter in Robin’s stomach, the one that always heralded a shift in his perception of home and safety. He’d been around long enough to embrace it with open arms, and while it had taken Julian a little longer to become aware of the spark between them, he’d gotten there in the end.

Sneaking a glance up at Julian’s face – so handsome, beloved and dear – Robin smiled to himself. There were many things about Julian that he had come to love over the years: his sense of humour, the way he snorted when he laughed, how mischievously he always winked when they were sharing a joke no one else understood …

But as he was getting comfortable against Julian’s chest, he thought his favourite thing was probably how perfectly he fit in Julian’s arms. Julian was just tall enough that his chin could rest perfectly on top of his head when they hugged like this, and Robin would be lying if he said he didn’t feel completely at peace every time they did. Sometimes, Julian would whisper funny things into his ear that never failed to make him laugh. Other times, he would hide soft confessions in his curls; the ones he couldn’t quite bring himself to say out loud in the light of day. Robin didn’t mind the latter. He cherished every word said under the light of Moonah; always had, always would.

Tonight, Moonah was nothing more than a faint sickle in the night sky. The scars scattered around it shone all the brighter for its absence, and Mary’s shone the brightest of them all. It twinkled as merrily as she used to, all bright-eyed and curious. There were times when Robin missed her fiercely, with the force of a storm tearing across the land and cutting down everything in its path. Sometimes, like now, he missed her quietly, though. The pain of her loss felt like a gentle breeze dancing around the trees, then. It made it easier to look up at her star and remember; sometimes, he even managed to smile when he found her in the sky.

“You think she’s happy up there, wherever she is?” Julian asked quietly.

Robin nodded. He leaned his head on Julian’s shoulder and said, “Yes. She with Annie now. I bet they’re pointing at us now and calling us silly names.”

Julian snorted. “She liked doing that, didn’t she?”

“Was good for her. She was too quiet in life. Always lost inside her own head, you know? Annie helped with that.”

“I kind of wish I’d gotten to know her – Annie, I mean,” Julian said, a little wistfully. “She sounds like one hell of a woman.”

Robin’s eyes flitted over to Annie’s star, just to the left of Mary’s and twinkling almost as brightly as hers was. He had a feeling she was laughing at them. “She would have – how you say? – eaten you for breakfast?”

“Ha, I’d have liked to see her try,” Julian boasted.

The grin in his voice made Robin smile. “You two would have gotten along good – after she put you in your place.”

Before Julian could protest, he tilted his head up to press a kiss against the underside of Julian’s jaw to show him he was just teasing. The gesture made the corner of Julian’s mouth twitch with unrestrained fondness.

Good, Robin thought and, pleased with himself, settled his head back down on Julian’s shoulder.

After a moment of silence, Julian nodded up at the sky again and asked, very quietly, “How many friends have you got up there, Robin?”

Robin looked up at the stars and felt a lump forming in his throat. He did not like to count the people he had lost, not if he could help it. The one time he had, the sheer number had been so staggering it had driven him mad – quite literally – for a while. He sometimes joked about the past or used it to make a point, but he rarely talked about the people he missed. His heart could not bear the reminder that he was the only one who remembered them; that, eventually, inevitably, everyone left. It simply was not built to carry so much sorrow in it.

“Too many,” he said at last, his voice rough. “Some went up to the stars so long ago I’ve forgotten their names. Some did not even have names.”

“Sorry,” Julian said softly. His arms tightened around Robin in wordless reassurance and, grateful for the comfort, Robin leaned into the touch. For a moment, he allowed himself to remember nights just like this when he’d sat alone in an empty field and stared up at the same starry sky. The grief had felt so overwhelming back then with no one to share it with. It didn’t feel so now.

A flash of white shot across the sky high above them and disappeared just as quickly as it had come.

“Oh,” Julian breathed. “I can’t even remember the last time I saw one of those.”

“What you call them again? Chuting stars?” Robin asked, grateful for the distraction.

Julian gave him an amused look. “Shooting stars. You’re supposed to make a wish when you see one.”

Robin frowned up at dark patch of sky where the light had vanished. “Why, though? Me never got that.”

“I don’t know, actually,” Julian said. “I bet Thomas does. This sort of whimsical thing would be right up his alley, wouldn’t it?”

Robin hummed thoughtfully. “Back when I was alive, we thought falling stars were our family and friends being born again. Is why children born on starry nights were special. They could be Moonah and Star Child.” He felt Julian’s eyes on him and huffed out a laugh. “Don’t look at me like that. I was born Storm Child. My mother said was good because wolves and bears could not hear her scream over thunder. In hindsight, me think it was bad omen.”

He felt Julian snort against his hair. “You think?”

“Is not funny,” Robin grumbled. “You get hit by lightning and see if you feel like laughing.”

Calmingly, Julian’s hand rubbed up and down his arm. “At least it gave you a cool ghost power.”

Robin considered that. “Is pretty cool, yes. But only work for last hundred years or so, so yours is better.”

“It’s not a competition, love,” Julian said and pressed a kiss against his temple. “I like it, by the way – the idea of people being reborn when a stars falls from the sky. It’s better than making a wish that won’t come true anyway.”

There was a bitterness to Julian’s tone that tugged at Robin’s heart. He knew what wish Julian was talking about. He also knew the chance of Rachel Fawcett ever coming to Button House was slim at best, even with Alison’s help.

“Who you think it was, then?” he asked, trying to distract Julian from the hopelessness of it all. “The one who just fell from the sky?”

“Is it cheating if I say Mary?” Julian asked. “I just think she would have a blast being alive today.”

Robin smiled and looked back up at Mary’s star. “I think is too soon for Mary. But you’re right, she would have time of her life. Can you imagine her driving car, though? She’d probably be cursing everyone for going too slow.”

Julian laughed, and Robin’s heart warmed when he felt the vibrations of it against his ear. It was one of his favourite sounds in the world and he hoped – sometimes prayed and even quietly begged – that he would be lucky enough to hear it for many more years to come.

“Who do you think it was?” Julian asked after a moment.

Robin’s eyes wandered to a different star in the sky; smaller, less bright but all the prettier for it. “I always hope Sophie gets second chance at life. Was not her fault marriage to Humphrey was failure.” Remembering all the days he had silently walked beside her in the gardens, he sighed. “She had lovely smile but never much reason to show it. Was a shame.”

Julian rested his head against his. “Let’s make a wish for Sophie, then – that whatever life she was just born into will be a good one, and that she’ll never go a day without a smile.”

Robin glanced up at him. “I thought wish was supposed to be made in secret.”

“Oh hush,” Julian said. Robin could not quite see his face in the dark but he knew Julian was rolling his eyes at him in a very fond manner. “I’m sure the shooting star doesn’t care.”

No, Robin thought, I suppose it doesn’t.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They settled into a comfortable silence, lost in their thoughts among the stars, and Robin felt suddenly, incredibly blessed that he had found someone like Julian to share such moments with. It had been so long since he’d allowed anyone else to carry the weight in his heart, even for just a little while, and it felt good to talk about it all – the people he missed, the hopes he had, the things he’d wish for if he could. It never ceased to amaze him how gracefully Julian bore it all, how willing he was to lend a listening ear or loving touch. He was so different from the Julian Fawcett he liked to present to the rest of the world on a daily basis that Robin knew he was very lucky Julian allowed him to see this side of him: the one that was fragile, raw and vulnerable and felt so very, very deeply.

Closing his eyes, he followed Julian’s example and made a wish: Please let Sophie be happy.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked back up at the stars. Taking in their beautiful light that had shown him the way home so many times before, he turned to Julian and watched it dance across his face. With a soft smile, Robin reached up and gently tilted Julian’s head down for a deep, lingering kiss.

And let us too be happy for a while.

#robin the caveman #julian fawcett #chess husbands #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet

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brittle-doughie · 2 years

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The Face of the Future (Director Croissant, Stringy Gummy, Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper)

Requested by @hopelessdreams-bianhaartblog and anon!

Director Croissant Cookie

Croissant’s job was to fix up past mistakes, no room for error. All this responsibilities weigh on her shoulders, but she doesn’t falter. She doesn’t need to when she has you next to her, her official spouse.

She remembers the day where you two finally became an item, she remembers the absolute joy she felt when you said those 3 words to her, it always brought a smile to her face. Now, you two shared an office, with your role as a time enforcer, you were tasked to help patch up time problems in the event Croissant herself is too occupied with another matter.

She trusts you with all her being, with how long you two stuck by each other, she knows you’ll get the job done. She still has her worries, but you can help elevate them with a small kiss. That’s guaranteed to make her face grow red and to ensure that you’ve got this problem in the bag. She agrees, but she still hugs you close, please come back to her safe and sound okay?

She has mellowed out a bit since her younger years due to her role as Director, but she’s still the Croissant you knew with her wide smiles and enthusiasm she retains. She has her moments where she does something cool to impress you, even though she was already yours and you already hers. She doesn’t care, she loves you so much, she has to show off how much she’ll do to prove her adoration for her.

Being a pair meant she didn’t worry as much as before when it came to others talking you, but she doesn’t hesitate to remind everyone that she’s lucky to have spouse as amazing as you! Giving you a kiss on the cheek to further cement that towards the cookie trying to push their luck with you.

When it comes to fixing up time and resolving past faults, she’ll do it by your side! Nothing will ever tear the two of you apart!

String Gummy Cookie

String Gummy had no idea what he was supposed to do now once he arrived back the past, but that wouldn’t be the case for long, as you and Croissant would help get him off the ground and showed him what he can do to help out the TBD reach a brighter future, with the both of you as his guides.

You were an interesting cookie to him, you showed that that was many things in this world he could see and do outside of work, you being more then happy to show him around. He didn’t understand why you were going lengths to help him, considering the rash first encounter when he arrived. You reassured him that while you may not fully understand what he’s been through, you were willing to try, to help him with forging his own path.

This is what the Director had asked him to do? Forging his path? Seeing you go through the lengths to help him achieve his own purpose, to help him out in finding a goal of his own…he understood now.

He’ll help Croissant and the others, but his own personal goal would be to become your guardian. He’ll make sure you’re safe and be quick to deal with handle any problems that come your way. The Director said to create his own path, this is the path he has made for himself.

When the future comes, he wants that future to be right beside you.

His goal was you….

Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper Cookie

When Timekeeper left, she took you with her. Possibly her only remaining link to sanity, you were a changing variable that she must keep close to her at all times. In the many timelines where things happen regardless of any intervention, you were the one thing that she couldn’t figure out exactly what you’ll plan to do or say.

She’s extremely protective, cookies she deems are too close to you are sent away without a thought. She HATES predictables anywhere near her beloved. What if they took you away out of the rift? She couldn’t bear to think what she’d do if she lost you, the only thing that’s keeping her stable. If you plead with her, fine, she’ll let the offending cookies go with a very venom filled warning…

You’ll spend an hour trying to convince her to let you out of the time rift, but she’s being generous here. You promised her that if you were ever in the slightest bit of trouble, she’d pull you back into rift, no questions asked. She also follows you wherever you go, vanishes when you’re speaking to another cookie, but that cookie will feel this immense feeling of dread, like they’re being watched by a cookie that’s right behind their shoulder.

She has remnants of regular Timekeeper where she likes to mess around with you by making nonsensical riddles and such about life, laughing as you gave her a stoic look when she was done. You had no clue what she was talking about, so you decide to kiss her on the cheek. You knew that somewhere in there, she had the tiniest bit of Croissant remaining as that kiss was enough to surprise her for about a few seconds. She gives her own expressions of affection now and then, most of it being hugging you close to her chest.

She’ll defy any and all the timelines she has to if she meant she gets to have you in her arms. She didn’t want or need anyone else if she has you. She didn’t if all the timelines just vanish one day, she only needed you..

#cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #crob x reader #croissant cookie x reader #timekeeper cookie x reader #string gummy cookie #string gummy cookie x reader #timekeeper cookie #croissant cookie

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momochizoey · 8 days

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Thank you for tagging me @celinou !!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I've got 12 on my AO3! 9 ATLA/TLOK fics, and 3 Wednesday fics.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

46,759 words in total! Most of it is one shots so that tracks tbh, though I'm actually pretty impressed with how much that actually is, especially cause it doesn't count how much I've written for WIPs.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1) Scrapped Scenes, a Wenclair fic, at 1,632 kudos (which is frankly insane, I hadn't realized it got that much)

#2) Crying Wolf, another Wenclair fic, at 759 kudos

#3) And Iphigenia Felt Rage, a Yuezula fic, at 225 kudos

#4) The Future Looks Brighter Together, a Sokkla fic, at 163 kudos

And at #5) Yours In Body And Soul, another Sokkla fic, at 154 kudos

I'm not surprised the two Wenclair fics are on top by such a wide margin, I wrote those when the show had only just come out so the fandom was at its peak. Very glad that many people liked what I wrote though! Since most of the other fandoms I've written for (on ao3 or here) are a lot less active, it was a new experience!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do, but I do have to admit I've been struggling a bit with it recently 😅. I read them all, and I'm so grateful for them, but especially on fics that I had huge plans for still, and which are in no way close to progressing, I have this feeling like I should have a new chapter to offer when I do answer them. I'm blaming it on my social anxiety 😬

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh, that's a hard one cause I definitely tend to go in a more fluffy, feel-good direction. But I'd have to say it's Keep Your Fire On A Leash (Let The Ashes Bring You Peace). It's a June/Azula oneshot, mainly focused on Azula dealing with the pyromania she developed in captivity (as a need to reclaim complete control over at least this aspect of her life). She tries to manage it a little by working in pottery, where continuous, constant temperature control is crucial to porcelain quality, but it's not perfect. It's not angsty per-se, but it's definitely more ambiguously neutral.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oooh, I'd say it's a toss up between two of my fics:

The first is Not Alone, a TyZula band AU fic about Azula recovering from bottom surgery. I wrote it while I myself was still recovering from bottom surgery, and I wanted to explore a facet of trans characters journeys that isn't often discussed? It's a bit more niche, and I only recently made it open to anyone, not just ao3 users, so it's one of my less popular fics for sure, but it's very hopeful portrayal of a trans experience.

And the second is Yours In Body And Soul, a Sokkla soulmates AU, where soulmates bodyswap at night when either of them has had a bad day, in order to try to cheer them up. I got the idea from a korrasami fic called Paralyzed I read a while back, and changed the mechanics a little bit to make it work. It's definitely a more traditional happy ending, romantic getting together included (up to a point, they are still kids in the timeline so just an excited hug).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't! Sometimes people disagree on one interpretation of something, but never disrespectful or anything, so I'm pretty happy!

9. Do you write smut?

I've tried it before in private, got some good feedback. But no, never anything that I'd share.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I'm not sure if ATLA/TLOK counts😂. I've had some ideas for crossovers though, and written a few draft snippets, I think it was a TLT/ATLA one, an ATLA/Shang-Chi, and a Naruto/ATLA one that I've actually posted a few snippets from on here if I remember correctly.

That last one was a Sakura reincarnated into Azula idea, to explore some interesting anti-imperialist ideals, because that's actually a blind spot Sakura has as well with Konoha. It's easy for her to fall into the same ideological fallacies as before, especially with the significantly lower usage of child soldiers in the Fire Nation making it seem like the epitome of peace and human rights to her. Like looking at the same problem in a different font, at a slightly different angle, it gives Sakura an opportunity for growth by maybe showing her some of the issues she had been ignoring or missing in Konoha, shaking some of her loyalty.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, not as far as I'm aware!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also nope, theoretically I could translate it in Dutch, but I'm a lot better at expressing myself in English I think, and almost every Dutch person can read English (especially on ao3), so I don't think it would add much. Maybe one day though!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, though it seems like it'd be very cool, I'd definitely be open to it!

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

God, don't make me choose 😭😭 I guess it's probably Chasefield? I'm such a sucker for those two it's unreal. Otherwise maybe Yuezula, Maizula or Sokkla? They each have such interesting possible dynamics, in such varying ways.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Again, that's a tough one cause I'm afraid I have a lot. I still have several half-written chapters of Getting Family Approval In Six Fool-Proof Steps (Cue The Fools, Sokka And Azula), as well as the start of a longer fic that continues on from And Iphigenia Felt Rage that I've fully outlined and would love to write someday but can't be sure I ever will. There's also Indelible Mark which I've been blocked on forever. As for WIPs that haven't even been partially published yet, I've got 11k for a Chasefield fic I've posted a scene or two for on here called Muse on My Mind, that I wish I could finish but I'm not confident I can manage any time soon. I've also got the start and the outline of a TLT griddlehark fic, where I'm absolutely in love with the premise and the twist I'm building it on, but which, again, I've not progressed much with in a good 6 months. There's a few others, but these are the ones I'd really like to finish at some point.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I love reading it, writing it I could do Dutch or Google translate a different language, but much preferably I'd be able to check it with someone who actually speaks the language for accuracy. Best to use some of the more advanced ao3 html uses to make a translation appear when you hover over it though, unless not understanding it is an important part of the reading experience, in which case people can look it up later if they want to.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My very first fic was actually a The 100 song fic based on an opera song, which is too embarrassing so I won't share where it is🤐 I was like 17 so it's too embarrassing.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Tbh, it's either Muse on My Mind (the chasefield fic I mentioned that isn't posted anywhere except for 1 or 2 scenes on Tumblr), which is super fun because it's playing with the perspective of a character that just straight up doesn't understand half the plot happening in the background that is hinted at for the reader who does know. Oblivious characters too caught up in their own shit to pay attention are so so so much fun to write, especially when you have fun with it, implying things but never outright confirming it!

Otherwise it's Haunted By Runaway Ghosts. That one is a Sokkla fic that explores their past through flashbacks while Zuko and Katara are both grappling with the discovery of their niece and nephew they had no idea existed (or could exist). Which, not to brag, but from a technical standpoint I really think that one is probably one of the most skilled fics I've written and published, and it was so much fun to write and puzzle it all together; the slow build up and explanations slowly coming together to form the bigger picture, the hidden ties between locations in the show and events in the story and how they fit into each other perfectly - genuinely a joy to write (and if people are interested in reading it please do, imo it's on par with And Iphigenia Felt Rage, if in a pretty different style, definitely something I'd love for more people to enjoy the way I did writing it).

Thanks again for tagging me @celinou, this was very fun to do! I see you've already tagged @sourrind, who I'd have tagged as well, so next I'll tag @dawnsiren @ly0nstea and @likeadragonfruit , and of course whoever else wants to do it!

#tag game #thank you so much for tagging me this was so much fun!#my writing #Zoey Wrestles With Words #also yes I did perhaps use this to plug my fics by linking them every time they're mentioned- shush I'm allowed

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kitwing-moving · 1 year

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umm vivwataei new years ball :] a little sad since vivian does get overwhelmed for a bit but its ok taru and eichi cheer her up

written in one go and not proofread ignore any mistakes </3

taglist: @quietsolitarystage @friezaforce @operettaofbeginnings @reaperofcondemnation @permafrown @cellphobic + lmk if you wanna be added/removed!!!

The wall was the safest place right now, Vivian thought, as she silently observed everyone. The atmosphere was nice, but it was still just... too much.

She'd never been to a ball before. She'd never really... done much, the more she thought about it. Aside from her impulsive actions that eventually led to her sneaking into ES, the only thing she could try to compare this to was just a simple outdoor concert - but it was hardly much of a comparison. That concert was just thrown together for fun, one that simple people just participated in for fun.

Horrible singing and dancing and constantly going off-topic... it was one of Vivian's favorite memories ever. One she wished she could experience again, go back home and relive it with her friends.

But being at a ball was so much different, considering there was quite a few high-profile people... (and honestly, she was glad not many people recognized her, despite being Eichi and Wataru's partner.)

It was scary, and she didn't want to put either one of them in a bad light if she said or did the wrong thing. And yet... she would have felt horrible if she didn't come. Eichi had invited her and Wataru, after all.

"Ah-hah! And there is our beautiful princess!"

Vivian just barely managed to suppress a 'hueeh!?' as Wataru picked her up, spinning her around as he hugged her tight.

She could only weakly smile, embarrassment making her shrink in on herself. "...Hi." She hoped Wataru didn't mind her current state right now - even though she had been an idol for a while... She hadn't been exactly associated with Eichi or Wataru much.

But now, things were different. Both her and Wataru were here as Eichi's dates, and Vivian wasn't sure how people would take to her.

She didn't wanna put either Eichi's or Wataru's reputations at risk.

"...Is there something wrong?" Wataru lowered his voice, gently setting Vivian down. He kept his arm around her though, slightly relieved when she let her head fall against his chest instead of staying entirely tensed up.

"Oh, um. No. I'm just not exactly... used to this, I guess? A little overwhelmed by everything." Not the entire truth, but there was no reason why she should dump all her emotions onto him at the moment. She didn't want to ruin his mood.

However, Wataru seemed to pick up on that. He only gave her an understanding look, squeezing her one more time before he let go.

"Follow me, my love." He took her hand, weaving through the dancing couples as he headed for the balcony. He could hear her whisper out apologies to everyone they went by, as if she was sorry for even taking up any space.

Wataru couldn't help but frown a little, heart aching in his chest. He felt he understood quite a bit of what was running through her head - she played a similar 'role' to him, after all.

The sun, bright and warm, attempting to share her rays with everyone. Larger than life, yet the brighter she burned, the more he was worried she would teeter back into imploding in on herself.

The sun is a delicate thing to keep in balance, after all. If she wanted to shine, then he would gladly help her. The sun is a star of its own, after all, but it's only one star.

The stars themselves were infinite. There were many 'roles' Wataru felt he could play in that regard. But just like with the sun, the would need help shining too. And she would share her light with him as well, without question.

Wataru couldn't help but feel rather relieved in her presence. Her 'role' was a pleasant one, if delicate. And he wanted to protect it.

"Vivian." Wataru called out her name gently, both to break himself out of his thoughts and to get her attention.

Vivian only hummed in return as she stepped out onto the balcony with him. "It's night already." She tried to keep the wobble out of her voice and swallow it down. She felt horrible. This was supposed to be a fun night for Eichi and Wataru, but...

Wataru looked down at her, taking a moment before he smiled. "It's much more refreshing out here, isn't it? Away from the eyes of everyone... Ah, it'd be such a dream to dance with my princess under the moonlight."

Vivian didn't pay his words much mind, only a light elbow against his side as she stared at the sky. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't make any words come out... and yet, she didn't feel pressured to force any words out either. It was nice, being in Wataru's presence.

And maybe... it wouldn't be so bad to dance with him. Vivian nudged him again, hesitating before she held out her hand. "... I'd wanna dance with my.." She faltered, face growing hot as she struggled to force the words out. "My.. my princess... too."

Wataru let out a joyful laugh, pulling her close as he began to dance with her. Vivian wasn't used at all to ballroom dancing, clumsily trying to keep up with Wataru's steps... only to end up giggling and leaning her full weight onto him as her mistakes grew in number.

But he didn't care. Wataru's laughter mingled with hers, and it was likely that quite a few people back inside could hear them as Vivian struggled to dance with him.

Ah.. but Wataru realized he almost forgot something upon hearing the whistle of fireworks.

"My dear princess." Wataru let go of her hand to hold her face, leaning closer. "It has been a fantastic year with you blessing us all with your light."

Vivian tensed up, her eyes going wide. Wataru adored the look on her face whenever she got particularly embarrassed, and this was no different.

"Thank you for being the light for both me and Eichi." Wataru laid his forehead against hers, and he chuckled when she shut her eyes.

"...Am I really your light?" Her words were soft, unsure.

"Of course." A familiar voice came in, and Vivian opened her eyes as she glanced over.

Eichi. He looked so... happy. His eyes were twinkling as he watched both of them, and Vivian quickly averted her eyes.

This feeling inside her... it was similar to being acutely aware of the attention on her, back inside the ballroom. But this time, with just Wataru and Eichi...

"Thanks." That was all Vivian could force out as she clenched her fists. She wanted to playfully hit them against Wataru's chest like always, but she restrained herself.

She wanted to say so much more, but she was a little embarrassed at the thought of tears coming out as she confessed her emotions - just how grateful Eichi and Wataru had been the ones to save her life, and how grateful she was that she could even be their friend let alone their girlfriend.

"I.." She wanted to try anyways.

"... You guys are the entire world to me." She'd have to settle with that for now. Saying what she really felt out loud made her feel silly, and she made a mental note to write down her true feelings in a letter for them later.

"And you are ours as well, Vivian." Eichi took her free hand, gently kissing the back of it. "You and Wataru both... I'm grateful for the two of you."

Vivian watched Eichi, head leaning further into Wataru's hand.

She liked how things were right now. She liked that she had both of them by her side. She... she loved the thought of being with them into the next year.

It almost made her heart burst.

"I love you guys." The words came out a little rushed. That phrase carried an almost forbidden weight to it now - one that weighed it down from almost ever being said to the two of them ever after she accepted their feelings.

Vivian shut her eyes tight in embarrassment, heart fluttering as she felt Wataru's kiss against her forehead.

"Haah.. ah, geez, you two are too nice to me."

#🐾.txt #reaching for the stars!#magician's heart #🐾.writing

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my 2022 writing year in review!

Thank you so much to @feeisamarshmallow for the tag!

1. Number of stories posted to Ao3: 32 separate stories! I was very fortunate to have a productive, joyful writing year, and I also started writing shorter stories rather than longer ones this year.

2. Word count this year: 74,396

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Gilmore Girls, Grey’s Anatomy, Heartstopper, Murdoch Mysteries, Severance, Supergirl, The Fault in Our Stars, The Martian, Virgin River

4. Pairings: Aang/Katara, Sokka/Zuko, Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Rory Gilmore/Logan Huntzberger, Charlie Spring/Nick Nelson, William Murdoch/Julia Ogden, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Hazel Grace Lancaster/Augustus Waters, and Beth Johanssen/Chris Beck.

5. Stories with the most:

Kudos: i’ve been around the globe, found a diamond wrapped in gold (but it doesn’t shine like you) which is my Supercorp friendship bracelet story! I just finished it and I was so happy to be able to give it a satisfying, cute ending.

Bookmarks: same thing as above! this was a really popular story :)

Comment threads: to know you like the back of my hand, which is my collection of a dozen one-shots I wrote for Supercorp.

Word count: same thing as above! this fic was my longest this year, at 9,100 words total.

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): I’m going to go with memories painted in much brighter ink, the Heartstopper fic I wrote about Nick and Charlie dealing with their negative relationships with Harry, who decides to apologize to them both for being a bully and a bad friend. That fic is also tied with please remind me to forget you for the story I’m most proud of (this one is my Murdoch Mysteries story about William and Julia reconciling after she marries the wrong guy.)

They were both really interesting missing-moments stories that included letters (I’m a big fan of epistolary communication! letters are so intimate and personal!) and I don’t think most other writers would have published something like this. It felt exciting and special to focus on these parts of canon and expand them, exploring the characters’ curiosity and heartbreak at the same time.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): Definitely i strung you a halo of stars, which is a collection of 4 stories I wrote for Supercorptober. I was really anxious and stressed when I wrote these stories, and I felt like I kind of had to “keep up” because it’s a fandom holiday and we had daily challenges. The writing became more about maximizing word count rather than enjoying writing, which is why I only did Supercorptober for about 5 days before quitting. I was just too busy and uninterested in the end.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: Oh, I have so many! @nostradamus0 is kind enough to leave screaming reviews on many things I write (thank you for that, friend) and I also got a lot of really lovely reviews on Supercorp stories I wrote about parental trauma or forgetting your native language or struggling with anxiety.

I really like to write hurt/comfort and fluff combined, and it was so nice to see that my stories were able to comfort other readers who were also dealing with stress and hurt.

Aaaaand I got so many lovely reviews on the fics I wrote for Kataang or Heartstopper. I love being able to write things that entertain and make people happy. I’m quite good with banter (it’s my main thing and the easiest thing for me to write) and I insert it wherever possible.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Supercorptober! I was pushing myself to do a monthly challenge when I had schoolwork and other stuff to deal with, and it just didn’t work out for me. I’m glad I quit so early. Quitting is good and quitters deserve hugs and chocolate. If you can’t sustain something, taking a step back and interrogating why is a good idea.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Helly R from Severance. She is amazing. I would die for her. I wrote about her in my reputation precedes me, a ficlet about her character growth, and I can’t say anything more without spoilers. Severance is the best tv show I’ve ever seen. I don’t usually like thrillers/horror but Severance is light on both and it’s just so GOOD at exploring the ways that capitalism will devour you from the inside out.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

this is a scene from (whoever said I would find someone new) must’ve never met you, a Supercorp fic set at a southern bar where Supercorp have broken up in the beginning and they get back together by the end.

I really loved writing Lena’s experience at this bar, The Great Beyond, and creating OCs who are all friendly and loving. I’m also just ... weirdly excited to write the OCs falling in love with each other because they are all gay? And I love a good queer southern love story.

Fuck. She should’ve just turned into bed early instead of driving out here to the bar, The Great Beyond, to say hey and good evenin’ to the regulars. Tim probably groaned when he saw her. Marcie in the corner cheered gently when she walked in. Lena always dances with her when it’s eleven and they don’t wanna go home yet. And then there’s Lucas, about to get his first tattoo, and Connor who keeps his guitar in the backseat. Just in case he figures out the bridge of the song he’s been writing since last year, y’know. He and Tim came up with the chorus together.

Connor won’t tell you he plays but he can sing you a story, rock you to sleep, take you on an old-timer’s tour of dreamland. Lena’s been before. She’s seen the milestones and skipped them across the pond. The road on the way there’s a little rocky, but it’s nothing she can’t handle.

Ashley sits front and center, welcoming the warm glow of orange light. Steph tilts back in her chair and offers once again to braid Ashley’s hair, or perhaps Lena’s. Steph had been laid off from the beauty salon last month. No luck since.

Lena said yes once, on a Saturday when she found an old receipt from the time she and Kara went and got ice cream at Braum’s, and Steph wiped her tears away with a ratty napkin before twisting Lena’s hair into a Celtic knot.

“No, I’m Irish,” Lena blurted, “and I dunno if I’m a Celt-”

Steph laughed. “Who’ll ever know ‘cept for you?”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I started writing for different fandoms instead of being strict with myself about “the core fandoms” that I had to stick to! I wrote shorter stories (like, 1500 words or less) because I liked it and I didn’t have time to do a big multichap fic. I branched out. I had fun while writing. I wrote meta for Grey’s Anatomy and Virgin River. I quit writing for The Resident because that show took a SERIOUS downturn in quality recently, and I don’t ever want to watch it again (if you know, you know.)

This was a good year and I had so much fun writing shorter stories, and different stories for various tiny fandoms.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I want to get better at not defining success through the number of hits/words/comments/etc. a story has. Stories are allowed to exist just as they are. Less popular stories aren’t “bad” or “not worth my time.”

I also hope to finish up some of my unfinished multichap stories, and mayyyybe write more for B99 (I only wrote 1 B99 story this year, and it was meta rather than fiction, which is a big change from previous years when I wrote a lot of peraltiago fic.) AND I want to keep writing whatever I want, even if that means writing for new fandoms that I’ve never tried before.

I like writing things out of love I’m not a good visual artist; I’m not good with textiles or gifs or drawing, and I often wish that I could translate the images in my head to art on a page. But fic is one of the ways that I like to give back to fandom, collaborate with fandom, meet people in fandom. I love that I can have a fleeting idea and publish a story about it in the next 12 hours.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@nostradamus0. It’s not even a question. He is lovely, and lets me scream at him about Kataang even though he’s never seen ATLA, and I can send him excerpts of my stories anytime.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: EVERYTHING from real life shows up in my writing.

must’ve never met you was inspired by neotraditional country music of the 2010s/2020s (it’s great! it’s making a comeback!!!)

many of my supercorp fics are inspired by my cats and my narwhal painting (technically, it’s a poster of whales, but there’s a narwhal in there) and my desperate desire to have a lamp shaped like a jellyfish.

I constantly write scenes where people bake because I get frantic if I don’t bake for several days. Oh, and I also constantly write scenes where people daydream and write letters/letters and cherish the softness of their homes because I’m a gentle person.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Uh, overusing italics is a really bad idea because it ruins the flow of your sentences. Getting a good flow often involves reading your work in your head so you can imagine the ups and downs of the words.

Writing takes time and you’re allowed to be frustrated that you’re not “better.” Give yourself time and space. Write as often or as rarely as you want.

Write down fic titles and AU ideas in a list in Google Docs because you may want them later. Don’t be afraid to be silly or gloomy or whatever; this is your blank page! Your words are the ink!!!!

Reading other people’s work, whether a published book or a fic or stuff like poetry, is a great way to get better at writing. Offering to be someone else’s beta reader, such as on AO3, is often a great way to make friends and learn more about writing. Oh, and try not to judge your writing too harshly. You still have so many good things waiting for you.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: hmmmmmm I do have 2 peraltiago AUs (the you’ve got mail AU and the Jake-is-undercover AU) that I want to finish sometime in the future.

I also have several ATLA stories that are random memory-tangle-ideas (the Aang-Spiderman AU, the Katara is undercover as both a Kyoshi Warrior and the Painted Lady AU, the Kataang Mulan AU, the Zukka turtleduck petting zoo AU, the Zuko-emotional-support-dragon story) that I hope to write eventually! Or, at least, they will stay good dreams.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read:

@nostradamus0, @chocomd, @flameohotwife, @dearestpartnerofgreatness

and anyone else who wants to participate! If you see this, you are free to do this tag if you like! <3

#benwvatt #fanfic #ao3 #tumblr #supercorp #supergirl #Lena x Kara #writing

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oooo how about 🌹🍁🍂 for candy and 🌻🌿🌸🌼 for sasha?? :) <3 hope u feel better soon!! sending u a hug + some snacks

thank you so much bones, esp for the hug !! <33

oc asks

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

on the road! it doesn't matter where they're going or with whom and for what reason, if they're driving around in their trusted car, they feel at home. the road makes them feel at peace, and the routine of driving calms them down more than anything could really.

candy was born in santa monica; but they weren't there for long. as soon as they learned how to drive, they took theo and drove away, because the city carried a lot of bad memories, and was too dangerous for theo, their brother. so you could say that they've been driving around for their whole life for even when they were still human and did some dirty work, they still relied heavily on their driving skill.

the true home for them, however, are people they care about-- theo, sasha, dove, lettow. if they're near them, even if they're just sitting silently, they are happy. they are home.

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

candy didn't had a comfort place for a long time; it's always been their car. they feel like shit? they get in the car, put the music on and drive as fast as they can. it worked, still does.

but since they settled with all of the stuff going on, they now do have a sort of a comfort place which is one of the rooms in sasha's appartment actually. he let them crash at his place, and they just stayed there, and with time candy filled it with their things.

it's not really a one spot, but they like to sit on the roofs of tall buildings. they can easily break in there and just sit, enjoying how small everything seems. how insignificant. and maybe their problems are, too.

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

short answer: no.

long answer: it depends on who is the person giving them affection is. they don't really enjoy physical affection, but they are fine with it from their friends and loved ones. it also depends on the reason. like if their friend needs a hug right now, they wouldn't hesitate to give one.

over all, they don't mind them, but they mostly like the feeling of comfort it gives them. the sense of beloning and safety.

as for how they display affection, they share. it goes for anything really— the place in their car (they might even let them drive it, but sasha is banned from this, driving privileges revoked), their food, their space, their time, their affection. they would sit with the person if they're sad, they would listen even if they are busy, they would drive to them if anything happens. anything.

but despite all of this.. they're not very good at recieving affection, because candy always expects a catch. they were among many people who did that (their parents included)-- tried to bribe them with affection and they take what they want and leave. so at the begining, they will be hostile, but they'll calm down eventually.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

it's a hard one ngl jshadjsdhsdj

he looks for things that make him feel alive. they might be insignificant to people, but for him they are. like if he sees a couple laughing, or someone genuinely enjoying themself, he'd feel envious a bit but it's still something that he notices immediately.

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

he gets touchy, but not in an inapropriate way lmao. sasha simply wants to hold their hand, to touch the low of their back, to throw an arm over their shoulder, to walk togather so their sides are touching. it makes him warm, it makes him feel appriciated.

listen to him! it's a sure way to show him that you care-- listen to what he's saying, to what he has to say about a plan in motion, ask him for an advice first. he'll be full of himself, of course, but he'll know that they care. he's been disregarded a lot in his long life, make him feel important, and you'll never get rid of him.

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

sex ahem, moving on.

he likes flowers (give him flowers, i dare you). he likes the smell, he likes how they look, but don't expect him to know how to take care of them. pretty expensive clothes. this bastard knows he looks good, and he wants to look even better in good clothes. they make him feel more confident and powerfull. he knows people will judge him based on how he looks, and sasha likes to show that he'll judge them in return because he's good enough to do that. books. any, really, he likes to read to distract himself. science (?), idk how to word it, but he loves to experiment on people, he likes to discover something new, he enjoys watching chemical reactions etc etc etc.

he also enjoys rain, art museums and art in general.

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

sasha.. doesn't have a lot of true friends. never did.

his closest friends at the moment is candy. they had a rocky start (candy literally punched him in the face so hard he lost his footing and fell), and no one would've thought that they would ever become something more than acquaintances, but with time and with more work they did together, they realised that they have more in common than both of them thought.

they've been friends for over five years now! unusually long for either of them to have a close friend, but there are a lot of firsts in this friendship for both of them.

could they ever be smth other than friends? perhaps, but they would have to meet under different circumstances. as things are right now, no, i don't see it.

there's also danielle and eli. danielle is not really a friend but rather a fling went wrong lmao. they were friends, but both of them fucked up, and now they can't stand each other. eli is more complicated-- they hope for something sasha just can't give them, and he keeps them around because they are usefull.

it's hard to say for what he's looking in a friend or a romantic partner; he doesn't really look for something, he waits for people to impress him. if they managed to do that, he'll approach them.

#thank you for the ask bones <33 #i enjoyed it a lot #nuclearstorms #♡: asks #my oc: aleksandr #my oc: candy

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Clarence & Brenda Shuler | Marriage Counseling

Join My Black City in Celebrating and Supporting Clarence & Brenda Shuler | Marriage Counseling. We Shine Brighter Together. #MyBlackCity https://myblackcity.org/clarence-brenda-shuler-marriage-counseling/?feed_id=15131 >> For over 30 years, Clarence and Brenda have conducted marriage, discipleship, men‘s, women’s, and singles’ seminars internationally. >> For over 30 years, Clarence and Brenda have conducted marriage, discipleship, men‘s, women’s, and singles’ seminars internationally. They speak for Family Life’s Weekend Marriage Getaway Conferences. Clarence assisted the U.S. Department of Health & Human Services with its National African American Healthy Marriage Initiative. He’s certified in Marriage Education for Professional Training. He speaks for “Iron Sharpens Iron” and for the “National Football League Chapels.” As a Life/Relationship Coach, Clarence helps executives experience fulfillment in their personal and professional lives. He’s authored six books. Saving One Marriage At A Time While single, Clarence saw a need to begin conducting marriage seminars. His wife, Brenda, who was his girlfriend at the time thought this idea was bizarre. He taught dating and married couples about commitment, respect, and fundamental biblical truths concerning relationships. When he and Brenda were married, he asked her to join him in marriage ministry. Reluctantly, she tested these new waters, and he’s grateful to God she did. Over the years, God has continued to grow BLR Ministry, says Clarence. We travel the world, preaching and teaching at hundreds of events, partnering with prominent ministries, discipling singles, couples, and impacting thousands of marriages. For more than 32 years, we have been doing marriage ministry, and it has been well worth it. Recently, while at a restaurant, a woman approached me and hugged me. She thanked me for saving her daughter’s marriage - an affair had occurred. She said, while pointing at her grandchildren, “You helped these children from experiencing the pain of a divorce. You saved their lives too!” That moment was priceless! Moments like these have consistently happened over the years. It’s not only about saving a marriage but about impacting a family for future generations/ This is the ministry God has called us to. Nothing is more of a Blessing and more fun than doing this ministry with my wife! 3 Ways To Build A Lasting Relationship 1) Communicate, assume nothing, and talk about everything.” 2) “Praying together as a couple daily lowers your chance of divorce to 1 out 10,000 couples. Praying together provides security for your spouse (yes, men like security too), bonds you closer together, gives you more patience with each other, builds oneness between you, lessen conflict, sets a safe tone & zone in your home. And a praying couple blesses your children (if you have them.) I’m suggesting praying together 5-7 minutes each day. Pray for your marriage, children (future children), finances, in-laws and outlaws, your job, or whatever is a pressing need. 3) “If you want to have great sex within your marriage, you must be connected emotionally, intellectually, socially, and spiritually. The physical act of sex is meant to be a celebration of these connections, which is why a one-night stand can never compare to the sex had by couples with the connections mentioned above, and those who are praying consistently together. Brenda Shuler | Working with LIFE NETWORK Pregnancy Clinic Over a decade ago years ago, I walked into Life Network knowing nothing about post-abortion, but I had a deep conviction to share what God says about forgiveness and His love. Abortion impacts families and relationships. Many people, men and women, are filled with constant guilt and shame. They feel like God will not forgive them for what they have done, and they can’t forgive themselves. They feel abortion is an unpardonable sin, in a category of its own. They feel unworthy of love and acceptance.

They believe their value as a person has diminished because of what they’ve done. It is hard for them to hear the truth that God loves them and can forgive them. Many know this in their head, but they don’t believe it in their hearts. The most memorable moments for me are the “aha” moments: when the light comes on, and they finally get it! Hope starts returning to them. The hours we spent in discussion and reading what God says about forgiveness and love starts becoming real and alive to them. 1 John 1:9 says, if we confess our sins, he is faithful and to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” The word all means everything. God can forgive us of all our sins. And it says right there in God’s word that He forgives. Once people accept that, it opens a whole new world to them. They begin walking in authority and truth, and the lies that were keeping them in bondage start to break down through the power of Jesus. It is an incredible opportunity to do what I do; lead people to experience God in this way.

#HealthandWellness #Author #Counselor #marriage

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boomer sooner! | dreamwastaken

chapter two - topanga

pairing: clay (dream) x f!reader (note! i give dream a fake last name for this fic. IT IS NOT REAL. simply for the sake of the fic!)

summary: as an incoming freshman at your dad’s alma mater, oklahoma university, you find yourself amidst kahoots with the star quarterback.

warnings: cursing, underage consumption of alcohol

word count: 3.5k

masterlist / previous chapter / next chapter

topanga

I’ve never been worried about what I should wear, but tonight I know I’m asking Nat too many questions about acceptable attire. “Like what are we doing, just hanging out? Or do I need to try?” I can’t remember the last time I felt this fucking nervous about meeting people. I was president of my school for god’s sake, I know I’m likable. So why the hell am I tapping my foot and gulping water down to calm my squeezing insides?

“Girl. There’s gonna be like five people there.”

I sigh really quick. “Okay. Sorry, I literally don’t know why I’m in my head or whatever,” I breathe out some more. I’m not some socially awkward little high schooler, I’m confident and ready for this. I’m half-faking it til I make it.

“Don’t trip. You’re one of the baddest bitches on this campus,” Nat smiles at me in the midst of applying her mascara. I think she means it. “We’re two of the baddest bitches on this campus. Fact.”

We let the music take over at that conclusion, turning up Megan’s Piano by the Stallion herself. The shit in my stomach settles, and I decide to keep my outfit as is, with high rise boyfriend jean shorts, a white OU quarter zip, and all white platform converse. Lowkey basic, but again I’m not gonna look like I’m trying too hard.

I get to touch up my hair and makeup only a little before Nat starts dragging me out of our door. We debated on taking an Uber, because apparently we’re headed to an off-campus apartment, but the sun is setting and it’s our first night, so we settle on a long walk.

“What year is your brother? How does he have an apartment?” I ask, trying to get some more info on these people before I meet them.

“He’s a junior. But I have a friend there who’s a freshman, so we’ll have her to talk to too,”

“That’s nice.”

“Yeah, lord knows he needs an apartment with all the space he takes up. Wouldn’t be surprised if we get there and the place is already a pig sty.”

We laugh, and continue to learn about each other on the way, even though it already feels like a good vibe between us. Nat’s favorite color is red, because it’s a confident color and she likes the way red looks on her. She’s not afraid of a fight, and claims she never yells when she’s angry, she just gets straight to the point. When I almost accidentally stepped on a frog, we got on the topic of animals, and I shared that I have a dog back home that I miss oh so dearly. My pitbull Zues would never hurt a fly, even though his name suggests otherwise. The sun sets quicker than I realize, but I can still see a little part of it when we reach the steps of a raggedy looking apartment complex.

Oh god. I really do start to wonder how messy a place holding 3-4 college boys can get.

We ascend the stairs to the third floor, leaving both Nat and I a little short of breath as we listen to the faint, muffled voice of Trippie Redd behind the worn-in door. The kicking and squeezing in my stomach is back, but my thrilled thumping heart shoves it down, pulling my lips into a smile and jumpstarting the tingles I get in my toes when I’m excited. Nat knocks a few times, her face brighter than ever, and soon the commotion behind the door gets closer. Eventually it swings open to reveal a big latinx man with cheekbones just as high as Nat’s. His smile is just as contagious as well.

Both Nat and her brother launch into a loud and cheeky greeting, hugging and laughing. It makes me miss my little sister, makes me wish we could do this when she’s old enough for college. They pull back eventually, Nat’s brother immediately greeting me before Nat has time to breathe.

“Ayy, you must be Nat’s roomie. I’m Teodoro, but everyone calls me T,” He all but hollers, eyes crinkling with slight mischief before he takes a sip from his Bud Light seltzer. He’s quick to smile and hug, just like Nat. His six foot height and thick frame make the hug a great one, even if I’m hesitant. Hugging has never been my forte, but Nat’s family has already got me warming up to it. “Come in, it’s hot as hell.”

We walk into the apartment where no lights are on aside from blue LEDs and a few lamps. I can barely see shit. “Grab some drinks,” T offers, leading us into the kitchen that’s to our immediate right. Every appliance looks outdated, but they haven’t completely messed up the kitchen yet. Lots of opened chips and snacks roam the counters freely, and there are a few unwashed dishes, but at least I don’t see any vomit stains. A new guy I haven’t met leans on the off white counter, scrolling through his phone until he joins in on our commotion. “Hey Nat!” The boy snaps his head up to grin. He’s smaller than T, but not by much. His hair is dark and curly, but his eyes are bright blue and his smile is kind. He looks soft. A good soft.

Nat waves back in response as T hands her a Truly lemonade, adding on a nice, “Hey Vinnie!”

“You must be roomie,” Vinnie nods his chin at me with the same kind smile. “I’m Vinnie.” He holds his hand out for me to dap up, which goes well enough. I never know if I get that shit right. I smile back with an introduction. Before I can say anything else, T lightly puts his hand on my shoulder, turning me back to the slightly grimy fridge.

“Help yourself,” T motions to the plethora of alcohol in front of me while his other hand hangs on the top of the door.

“Seriously, we have plenty,” Vinnie adds, his eyes widening as he leans over me to grab a random beer.

I almost don’t know where to look. Seltzers alone line the top shelf, filling it to the brim. The same can be said for the second shelf with different staple beer brands, the third with twisted teas, mike’s hards and smirnoff ices, and the fourth with a variety of boxed drinks, bootleggers, and Four Lokos.

So…I’ll settle on the twisted tea. I’m in the midsouth after all. “Come back and take whatever you want, we don’t mind.” T shrugs as he closes the fridge and leans on it. “Just know your limits. I’m not tryna clean up some weird shit.” I laugh at that.

“Yeah, trust me, I’ve never been one to go too crazy. I like a good time just as much as anyone, but there’s a point where it isn’t fun.” I try to assure him as I pop open the can. “I’ve been there and learned my lesson…” I trail off and take a sip, trying to lighten the conversation up again.

Luckily he laughs. “We’ve all been there, girl,” He nudges my arm with his elbow, walking past me and leading me to the living room. Before I can walk three steps, I’m greeted by Nat and her friend she must’ve been talking about. T is long gone, and I didn’t realize Nat had left the kitchen. I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do. I know no one, and Nat knows everyone.

“This is Andrea, my friend from high school,” Nat wraps an arm around Andrea, tilting her head towards her in a quick smile. Andrea seems quieter. Not exactly shy, but a chill kind of quiet. A pretty stark difference from Nat.

“Hey,” Andrea says, lips slightly tipped up in a small smile. She’s taller, with short, light brown hair and a good bit of piercings on her ears along with a small stud on her nose. Her demeanor is slightly intimidating, but that may just be because I’m so used to the jumpiness of everyone else I’ve met. I greet her shortly, offering a big smile in hopes of warming up to her.

T. Andrea. Vinnie. Got it.

The three of us turn to get to the living room, finding it clearly rearranged to suit the pong game going on in the middle of the room. A guy and a girl play right in front of us, opposing Vinnie and…

Starbucks guy.

Oh.

Okay, my heart leaps just a little out of pure fear as Nat, Andrea and I try to find a seat somewhere. I pretend to not care as we spot empty seats on a poor unfortunate couch that has clearly been through too many ragers. Our trio plops down on the other side of the riveting pong match, and every alarm in my head is screaming, “I don't care!” Let’s be real, this guy doesn’t remember me, and the moment wasn’t even embarrassing. I can’t even remember his name, he does not remember me. This little talk through moment works, and my brain is working so hard I end up almost entirely forgetting why I’m nervous.

I try to focus my attention on Nat and Andrea’s conversation, or even the oddly scary amount of OU football memorabilia adorning the peeling walls, and that works for a while, until the game gets heated. Everyone gets very into it. T clearly crowns himself the announcer, standing on the other side of the table while squatting down and making his voice boom with every play.

“Moose goes for the style points–and sinks the second cup!” T throws his hands up as the stocky man playing with the girl lifts his arms up to flex, whooping and hollering with the girl. Vinnie looks a little stressed, but Starbucks guy just shakes his head with a smirk on his cute face as he dips the ball he just picked up in a cup that’s off to the side of the table. He shakes a water droplet off the pong ball, flicking it just once before putting a finger to his lips in a shush.

“Alright pretty boy, pop your shit,” Moose (I guess) rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, the smile leaving his lips at Starbucks’s gesture.

He’s cool, calm and collected, letting nothing but the sound of Congratulations by Post fill the room for a few seconds before flicking his wrist and sending the ball into one of the cups. T and Vinnie boast, but he just stands there with a shit-eating grin, eyes locked on Moose who seems to hold some underlying tension beyond this harmless game of pong.

God damn. His demeanor is hotter than him.

Moose drinks, then fumes as Vinnie sinks the next one, leaving Moose and the girl with one cup left. “Balls back bitch,” Vinnie revels in his own victory, getting cutely giddy. At this point everyone in the room is watching, all eyes on Starbucks as he repeats his process. Dip. Flick. Listen. Release. The ball makes a nice rainbow this time as it lands right in the water with a plop, leaving the rim untouched. This time he cheers with Vinnie, dapping him up and squeezing his shoulders.

“Vincent and Clay with the comeback! You can’t beat the unbeatable!” T is back to his announcing, throwing some jazz hands towards the duo as they celebrate.

Oh my god, Clay. That’s what it is.

Moose is already out, man-spreading with the girl on a loveseat behind them that doesn’t match the couch in the slightest. He has a bored yet annoyed look on his face, clearly still recovering from his L. Even though I just met these people, I’m curious as to what’s actually got him riled up, because there’s no way he’s this angry over a game of pong that a grand total of four people are watching.

Just as I finish my nosy prodding, I glance back towards the victors to find Clay observing just the same, looking at Nat, then Amanda, then landing on me. And sticking there.

He’s prettier than I remember. His eyes glisten green, and his big nose is covered in freckles that dust across the rest of his face. His smile is to die for, with dimples dotting each cheek, and the dirty blonde hair I saw earlier looks messier now, most likely from his monumental game. And god, his energy just automatically makes him more attractive. Clearly definitive in every move he makes, broad shoulders lifted with confidence, eyes that sparkle with attentiveness and curiosity. And all of him is staring at me with a light lipped smile, one dimple poking out, reading me like a goddamn book.

I take a good, long sip from my drink.

He stalks over, breaking eye contact to approach Nat first as she stands to hug him. “Clay, good to see you!” Nat’s voice muffles as she leans into his chest. He’s one tall motherfucker, and Nat’s height doesn’t help her.

“You too Nat, can’t believe they let you in here,” He jokes as he pulls away and ruffles her hair. Nat smacks away his hand with a ‘tsk,’ furrowing her brows.

“Yeah, well, get used to it. I won’t be holding back from whooping your ass anymore,” Nat pokes his chest with a well manicured finger, looking him up and down like she has a chance.

Clay raises his arms up in defense and smiles, dimples and all. “Yes ma’am.”

“This is my roommate,” Nat tugs me into her by my elbow, and swings her arm around my shoulder.

All the sudden he’s staring at me again. Reading. I introduce myself with what I hope isn’t an awkward smile, the earlier incident slipping my mind until he says, “Yeah, I think I saw you at Starbucks earlier today, you look familiar.”

I think he might be trying to watch me squirm or something, because his smile grows into a little bit of a smirk, his head tilting to read better. He catches me off guard, and I sit up straighter under Nat’s arm. “Oh! Yeah, I did see you earlier. I thought you looked familiar too,” I get out, keeping my smile while nodding.

His brows furrow for a second. “Well I’m Clay,” he announces. I nod. “And I say we see what you’re made of. Down for a game?” His thumb jabs backwards towards the table where Vinnie and T laugh over some cup stacking thing they’re doing with the extra cups.

“I’m down as long as I get T,” Nat quips, removing her arm from my shoulder and chugging her drink til it’s gone.

“I’ll warn you, I have the worst aim,” I admit to Clay, Nat groaning and calling me out with ‘excuses, excuses.’

Clay laughs and says, “Don’t worry, I’ll carry.”

“Alright everyone, to the kitchen! Rules are rules!” Nat backs away, beckoning us all. I hesitantly follow, not exactly sure of the new rules I must abide by. When we get there, T takes over.

“Alright, imma break it down for you,” T says to me, hopping on top of the island, right by the fridge. “First rule, you have to finish whatever drink you already have. Nat just chugged hers, and Clay and I just finished ours, so it’s your turn.”

As if on cue, all three of them start slowly chanting ‘chug,’ getting faster as I down what's left of my drink, just like they do in the movies. It’s short lived, considering I only had half the can left, but I’m starting to feel like I’m in college now. My smile is bright when I finish, and not even a lick of the squeezing in my stomach is present.

“Okay, okay,” We all laugh as the chanting dies. “Second rule, we have a hat with lots of drink options. Whatever you get, you’re drinking for the game.” Oh god. This could go terribly wrong.

A messily decorated sombrero is grabbed by Clay from the top of the fridge. It’s red, with glitter and other colors splattered in various places, clearly worn from lots of usage. There are already papers sitting in it. Clay shuffles the hat around, holding it towards Nat to choose. She pulls a Bud Light, rolling her eyes and grabbing the beer from the fridge. Not a bad pick, but not the tastiest drink. Next up is Clay, pulling a Smirnoff Ice, which is definitely something I was hoping for. Lastly, T pulls a Bootlegger. A little dicey if he’s already been drinking, because that’ll get you fucked up fast if you’re not careful. But he’s a dude, so his tolerance is most likely better than mine.

Finally it’s my turn, and I’m just hoping for a good night. You hear that god? A good, chill, not embarrassing night. I cautiously pick a piece of paper, unfolding it quickly. Clearly written in shaky handwriting is: four loko. gud luck bitch!

Fuck god.

I feel Clay lean over my shoulder and read my pull, that is quite possibly the worst pull in this ugly ass goddamn sombrero. “Oooo,” he groans, with a short little chuckle at the end that makes my heart jump. I flip the paper around to show the other two, and they have similar reactions. It’s not that a Four Loko is a guaranteed blackout for me, the problem is that I’m bad at pong. And if they keep sinking, I’m going to keep drinking, even if that means grabbing a second. Plus, who knows what other rules they have that will get me more fucked up.

My shoulders slump as I turn towards the fridge, searching for my favorite flavor. If I’m going to be drinking this shit, it might as well taste good. I see the peach flavor towards the back, wondering why it’s shoved out of sight, but I wave it off and reach for the can.

“Ayo, you gotta clear that with your teammate,” T speaks up when he sees what I have, pointing back at Clay. I turn, puzzled, and Clay barley gives the can a second glance before saying, “Nah, you’re good. Pick your poison.”

T’s eyebrows shoot up at him, and after a short questioning look he curtly nods. “You’re lucky, he don’t share his favorite with everybody.” There’s a few seconds of silence, all four of us darting our eyes around, trying to process. He barely knows me, and he’s letting me take his favorite flavor he shoved to the back of the fridge. Am I…special?

“Alrighty then. To our game,” T breaks our very interesting silence, walking briskly back to the living room. I decide I’m not thinking about it anymore. He was being nice.

We use the cups already on the table from the last game, checking to make sure they’re all still filled up to the same height. I take a quick moment to thank god they play with water. I was scared I’d get to college and I’d have to drink beer straight from the cups after it’d just been contaminated with a nasty ass ping pong ball that’d been god knows where, but they have common sense.

After we head to our respective sides of the table, we’re supposed to be coming up with our ‘game plan’ as Nat put it. The siblings face away from us, whispering and most likely bickering. Clay and I quickly follow suit. “Okay, I’ll always go first. You drink with Nat, she’ll be sinking less and we all know you don’t need to be taking too many sips,” He laughs. I start to whisper along with him, and he’s (again) so goddamn tall that he leans his head down, putting his ear right by my lips to hear. He’s so close to me I feel the heat radiating off his shirt, and smell the twinge of his musky cologne. I try not to stumble over my next words. “Again, I’m probably the worst pong player you’ll ever meet. I’m apologizing in advance,” I say softly.

Clay just chuckles and says, “Again, I’m carrying.”

We high five just as Nat and T break, commencing the start of our game. T is doing some fighting stance, punching the air a few times and rolling his neck. Nat looks at him like he’s bat shit crazy, then rolls her eyes when he finally stops. He takes one final deep breath and says, “Clay Waters, I refuse to let you beat me in another game of pong. Let’s do this shit!”

My brain short circuits as all of the dots connect in my head.

I’m so fucking dumb.

I’m playing pong with Clay Waters. The star quarterback of OU’s D1 football team.

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Grunge-Metal Geralt 3

its finally time 😂 after months of staring at an empty google doc i finally had a useful idea - also y’all, go listen to ‘Brighter Side of Grey’ by Five Finger Death Punch bc that’s the song i based this on and its fire and i love it also all of ffdp is one whole witchery mood

Warnging: vague discussion of a car crash where Geralt was severely injured, big emotionaly vulnerability, swearing?, listen to the song then you’ll get the vibes i promise

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“Give them a break, guys,” Eskel sighed as he wrote down his coffee order, “They had a close call. It’s not like they’re always this…”

“Gross. Skel. The word you’re looking for is gross.” Lambert snatched the paper out of his brother’s hand and stalked out of the room with Aiden in tow.

Jaskier scrunched his nose and called from where he was tucked under Geralt’s chin, “Did we drive them away? I can get up if it’s too much.” Even as he spoke, neither he nor Geralt so much as twitched to make good on the offer.

“Doesn’t bother me,” Eskel shrugged.

Lambert and Aiden, mainly Lambert, were getting fed up with Geralt and Jaskier cuddling and cooing and doing general new couple bullshit. Especially since they’d been together three years now. They were recording a collaboration song, meaning everyone had to be there, but it seemed the two vocalists only really cared about each other. Jaskier sat on Geralt’s lap, played with his hair, stole kisses whenever he could… at one point Lambert caught Geralt tracing Jaskier’s lips and forced a coughing fit to get his attention. He probably thought it was subtle, even if no one else did. So to take a break and get some of what he called ‘patience juice’ (coffee), Lambert ran to their favorite coffee shop while Eskel laid down his bass line.

It’s not that they were intentionally this annoying, not all the time at least. After the car crash, especially once Geralt started doing well in his physical therapy, the couple just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Not to say that was the only relationship Geralt was suddenly extra involved in, it was just the most noticeable.

Finally, after tea and coffee was distributed to everyone it was time for Geralt and Jaskier to, well, do their jobs. Jaskier was fidgeting and humming little scales, doing anything to calm the sudden nerves he felt bubbling up in his stomach.

“You alright?” Geralt purred, nudging him with his elbow as they stood side by side at their respective microphones. When Jaskier only shrugged he continued, “What's wrong?”

“I’m just not used to so many people being here while I…” Jaskier motioned to the mic before glancing around him and taking a deep breath, “it’s a vulnerable song…”

Geralt’s worry lines in his forehead melted as he pulled Jaskier into his arms, “I can kick them out if you want?” he whispered.

Shaking his head and inhaling Geralt’s scent deeply, something Jaskier had learned not to take for granted, he steeled his nerves, “I’ll be fine. Maybe a little weepy, but fine.”

As they were about to start, listening to the instrumental track and humming their parts of the song, Lambert brought Jaskier a bottle of water and set it on his music stand. He gave him a quick side hug and kissed his hair, offering a small “sorry” for all his teasing. Jaskier just giggled in response, the kind that only bubbles over from too much anticipation. He missed it, but Geralt mouthed a small ‘thank you’ to Lambert as he sat back down on the other side of the glass.

Jaskier hooked his pinky around Geralt’s as the guitar intro started, needing that little bit of contact for the first line. When they’d written it it felt perfect. The audience knew exactly what kind of song they were about to hear and Geralt really hadn’t known if he would pull through. It took Jaskier right back to the dimly lit hospital room where he scrawled and scratched out lyrics to keep Geralt distracted from his upcoming surgery. The fear, the desperation, the little pockets of joy when they forgot where they were, the overwhelming love that Jaskier thought he’d never be able to fully give to Geralt all crept back up his throat as he took a breath for that stupid fucking first line.

His voice cracked partway through as he sang, making him fully grip Geralt’s hand, “I’m writing this in case I’m gone tomorrow,” By some miracle, he found his support for the next line, “I’m writing this in case I’ve moved along,”

For a moment he thought he’d gotten over the worst of it. A couple lines passed in relative ease, emotional but not so much it interfered with his craft. If he focused on looking at his microphone and keeping his breath supported he might make it through. Then Geralt joined him for the chorus.

“When the lights go down, Know that I am never far away. When the sun burns out, I’ll be waiting on the brighter side of grey.”

His harmony faltered and he involuntarily heaved a broken gasp in the middle of a line, desperately trying to focus on the mic that was now warped by the tears in his eyes.

Geralt broke off after the first word of his verse, turning to Jaskier and pulling him in again, “You alright, love?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry,” Jaskier groaned in embarrassment as he clung to Geralt’s frame, “I’m being a baby. I wasn’t even the one hurt.”

“No you’re not,” Geralt argued, running his knuckles over Jaskier’s cheeks to wipe away his tears, “Here,” he moved their mics and stands close enough that they were shoulder to shoulder and their fingers could comfortably lace together.

Jaskier squeezed his hand gently and gave him a brave smile, “From the top?”

“From the top.”

This time Jaskier tried watching Geralt as they sang. He made it through the first chorus and got to just watch as Geralt sang his verse. The pang of emotion in his chest was still ever present, but it was manageable. Until he noticed Geralt having trouble.

On “All you get to keep is what you’ve shared,” Geralt squeezed his eyes closed and his grip on Jaskier’s hand tightened. The folk singer prepared, relaxed, readied himself to take a breath in. He was expecting that one to hurt after how much Geralt insisted upon it. How he threatened to get out of that hospital bed and scribble the line himself if Jaskier didn’t put it in. He wasn’t expecting the last line of the stanza to hurt. It had been comforting to the both of them at the time.

Geralt’s lip quivered and his voice was almost pinched as he sang out, “Remember no one ever really dies.”

Even being the one to write the melody, Jaskier missed the first three notes of the chorus, “Fuck. Shit. I’m so sorry.”

“No, that was on me,” Geralt sniffed and chuckled, “I knew you’d lose it if I did.”

“How do you do this?!” Jaskier exclaimed, chugging half the water bottle to keep the breakdown at bay.

Aiden’s voice came over their headphones, “Half our songs are his trauma and another quarter are group trauma. He’s got practice sweetheart.”

They tried a couple more times, even got through the whole song once with only minimal tears and one tasteful cracked note. But it was still a struggle for Jaskier to keep it together, and the more they sang, the more Geralt lost his iron grip on his composure.

“Look at me,” Jaskier instructed, moving Geralt to face him and adjusting their mics so they could sing to each other, “Just like when we wrote it. Except a little less pain.”

The joke earned a snort out of Geralt, exactly what Jaskier was aiming for, “This is supposed to be easier?”

“We can try?”

Jaskier did wonderfully for his verse, singing to Geralt was familiar and safe, even if the subject matter was terrifying. The chorus went well, but as soon as Geralt started to sing, Jaskier couldn’t exhale and it was all he could do not to sniff and ruin the take.

“If you’re hearing this I know you’re probly scared,” had tears falling down his cheeks again and Geralt’s voice cracked as his eyes welled up, “Nope,” he choked, “that’s worse. Much worse.”

“Fuck,” Jaskier gave a watery giggle as he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s middle, “Why did we decide to do this again?”

Geralt pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s hair, sniffling and holding him tight, “I think we’re sadists.”

“Back to back,” Eskel’s voice crackled in their ears, “Try it back to back.”

Leaning back to watch Jaskier’s reaction, Geralt hummed, “Do you want to? Or do you need a break?”

“Fuck it,” Jaskier shrugged, spinning Geralt around and following suit as he moved his equipment.

As they stood waiting for the tech to start the audio, Jaskier felt like he could really inhale for the first time all day. Geralt was there, he could feel his ribs expand against his back and his fingers tapping like a metronome on Jaskier’s palms. This is what they were missing when they wrote the damn song. The comfort of knowing someone is always at your back, that they’ll be there when it’s hard and even when you’re separated.

A warmth spread through Jaskier as the intro started and he felt ready. He still pressed back into Geralt on the harder lines, reminding himself he was still there, but they both made it through two full takes.

On the final one, as the recording of the softly picked guitar faded out, Jaskier couldn’t help but repeat two more lines, “When the lights go down, Know that I am never far away.”

His voice hung in the air for a beat, the sense of finality reverberating through the studio and bringing everything else to a stand still.

Geralt was the first to breathe, “Shit, we made it.”

“We fuckin made it,” Jaskier huffed, emotionally drained but immensely satisfied as he turned to hug Geralt from behind and press his cheek to his spine, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s get a snack?”

“Yeah.”

When the sound tech played the potential mix for the first time, he tacked on an echoing, distant sounding recording of their conversation. Everyone looked at each other and nodded, goosebumps on their arms and that feral sparkle in their eyes that every artist gets when they’ve stumbled on something really exciting. They re-recorded some guitar and drums, but they kept the vocals exactly the same.

For the album art they wrote “I love you” on the tattered hospital stationary that had the lyrics and chords written on it and took a picture. Jaskier had the original framed and hung in their house as a little reminder.

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astranva · 3 years

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TPWK Music Video

Word Count: 3.5k (omg shut up I didn’t think it’d be longer than 600 words)

Category: Fluff

Warning: idk a few swear words I guess? no proofreading is done on this blog ok 😭

Summary: Long-term girlfriend Y/N isn’t only the choreographer of TPWK, but she’s Harry’s dancing partner in the music video as well. Harry is in love, and can also be a pest.

reposting because tumblr hates it when i appear under tags

// masterlist //

For as long as you could remember, you were a dancer.

From pictures taken of you as a child by your family on your tippy toes in ballet costume, to professional ones of you ranking as first in dancing championships as a teenager as you experimented with styles other than ballet, to you befriending some of the biggest names in film and music industries as you choreographed the dances for them in the studio you owned, having had bought one at the age of only 22 and it being one of the most successful dance studios there is, with people flying from all around the world to attend your workshops and get a glimpse of what you create.

You were friends with people you had never thought, as an aspiring teenager, to know and help create choreography for, along with all the musical movies you helped bring a different tune to by the dance steps you created, and to mention one name of many, you were most proud of The Greatest Showman.

Initially, you were a friend of a friend of Harry’s.

You met the English man 3 years ago; flirting with one another for 7 months on end – Harry liked to remind you that you would’ve been together way sooner if it weren’t for the both of you being in different countries so often during that time –, dating for 1, officially being together for the rest of the 2 and half years and until that very moment.

“Look, Y/N just sent me the video they made at her Tokyo workshop.”

“I can’t make it, guys. Y/N created the choreography for Ari’s new video, and she’s in it. It premiers tonight.”

“Like my hoodie? Exclusively got to be the first person to wear Y/N’s new merch collection. Looks sick, doesn’t it? Worked so damn hard on that one.”

“Have you seen Lizzo’s new music video? Y/N made the choreography!”

If anything, your friends and family liked to joke about how Harry was a fanboy of yours.

Taking Harry with you to your studio made Harry resemble a child on a Christmas morning, or a child accompanying a parent to their work for a “take your kid to work” day. He never denied the pride he felt whenever he watched you in your element, watching you gracefully do your thing, so beautifully and passionately, in a studio that looked different from his.

“We were thinking,” he said one night as he got under the covers with you, smiling and closing his eyes as you reached to rub a missed spot of his night cream on his forehead, “Of creating a music video for Treat People.”

“How many music videos are you planning to make, really? 12? For all 12 songs on your record?” You had joked with a smile, watching him snuggle into the covers with a giggle.

“And what about it?”

“Just the fact that you never warn your poor fans,” you had chuckled, “What do you have in mind for it?”

“It’s all too fresh,” Harry said, “But I have a concept in mind.”

You had hummed, resting your head on your pillow, sitting face-to-face with Harry under the covers before he excitedly propped himself up on his elbow.

“Retro. Just retro, a casino, and a dance.”

Your eyebrows went up, a surprised look on your face, “Not what I had in mind but go on.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Lots of people, kind of like a parade thing in the street.”

“That’s nice,” he smiled.

“But...” Knowing him well enough, you continued with a roll of your eyes.

“People won’t expect a vintage video, will they?”

“I don’t think they’ll expect a video for Treat People to begin with, baby.”

“Right,” he nodded, “So, what do you think?”

Just as you were about to confirm your excitement to the concept, your face had shifted to an expression of confusion;

“Did you say a dance?”

It didn’t take Harry long to discuss the concept with his team, going through the theoretical bit of creating a music video before Jeff asked the one question Harry had been excited to answer;

“Who’s going to do the choreography? Who’s going to be your dancing partner? We need to go over some pe-”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“You really think I’ll let anyone but my girlfriend do either of that?” Harry asked sarcastically with a smirk, “Planning on asking her tonight.”

“You son of a bitch, you already have it all planned.” Jeff laughed, shaking his head at his client and best friend.

And Harry stayed true to his word.

Insisting on driving you to and picking you from your studio after your workshop, Harry greeted you with a quick kiss once you were seated in his car, groaning about how ready you were to get in bed.

He was a little impatient, he’d admit. Holding a conversation about your day seeming to have had distracted him just a tad until you were both home and in comfortable mismatched PJ’s, indulging a late-night snack in your kitchen which consisted of quick sandwiches.

“And then he calls me, tells me that he wants me to come up with a dance for his tour promo video in a day, H! A day! Can you believe that?”

“Fucking idiot. What did you tell him?” Harry frowned, moving to remove a piece of crumb from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“Declined for sure. Told him that it was too short of a notice, like, what am I supposed to do? Stop the time?”

“And what did he say?”

“Whined like a baby,” you scoffed, nodding to Harry’s annoyed expression, “I know!”

“Who does he think he is?” He rhetorically asked, “Calling one of the most demanded choreographers and expecting you to just do as he says. As if.”

Despite your annoyance at the said celebrity, your frown faltered at your boyfriend.

“And you know what’s funny?” He went on, “That you’ve been trying to reach a common ground, like, a solution that would be convenient for the both of you but he’s being an unhelpful, ungrateful twat.”

You pouted, reaching to pull him closer by one of his hoodie’s strings, pecking his lips, “Thanks for sharing the same annoyance and trash talking him with me.”

“Just wish some people weren’t dicks to you, love,” he sighed, “You don’t deserve it.”

“I can take care of them.” You smiled.

“I know you can, you deal with them so well, I don’t know how you do it,” Harry said, “But I still think some people need to stop giving you a hard time. Pisses me off.”

“Yeah? It’s hot.” You teased him, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips.

Harry’s posture eased, chuckling at you as he held on to your waist. “Glad you think so.”

“Always do,” you confirmed, “Now, what do you want to tell me?”

His eyebrows came together in confusion, “How did you know that? How- How did you know that I have something to say?”

You chuckled knowingly, giving him a shrug, “It’s a little offensive that you think I don’t know you well,” you sarcastically began, “But to answer your question, you tend to touch your bottom lip more often when you have something to say. And you have this look on your face.”

He might have fallen in love again and again that moment, opting to say silent for a moment as he took what you had said in – as he took you in.

Harry let out a sigh of contentment, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer in a hug before pressing a soft kiss to your head, “Love you so much.”

“Love you, too,” your muffled voice replied, “Now tell me.”

“You know how I told you I wanted Treat People to have a dance? And it’s all retro and all that?”

You nodded, looking at him.

“How do you feel about creating that? Being in the music video with me as my dancing partner?” He bashfully asked, eyes twinkling and smile innocent.

Your eyes widened, “What? Me?”

“Who else?”

“Are you being for real right now?” You laughed in disbelief, “Not only do you want me to create the choreography, but- but you want me in it?”

“Precisely, yes.” He nodded with a smile.

“Wow,” you smiled, shaking your head, “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, “You’re so fucking talented and good at what you do, people know we’re together, I have been impatiently waiting for you to join me in any of that stuff, and it’ll be fun,” Harry listed before shrugging, “What do you say?”

“I mean, I see the fun part,” you replied, “But when do you want that? When do you want to start filming? I’m going to need more details.”

“Whatever you need.”

And again, Harry was a man of both words and actions, filling you with what you needed to know and enjoying how you seemed to glow brighter at the mention of your job and passion.

It didn’t take long before you were both in the studio after having discussed some technicalities with Harry’s team. On some days, you and Harry would goof around in your studio after you were done with the day. You’d occasionally teach Harry a move or two, and more often than not, Harry was the audience you needed to watch a new choreography of yours that you were either unsure or proud of.

But to be able to have Harry join you from start to finish in what you enjoyed doing had another feeling; one that neither of you could explain.

“You kick out with your right, then,” you demonstrated, “Step in.”

With pursed lips and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Harry copied your moves, eyes on himself through the gigantic mirror in front of the both of you.

“Good job!” You grinned, “Alright so it’s, 5, 6, go 7, and 8,” you began from the top, “Then 1, and 2,” you stepped with your feet as you moved, “Kick, step, kick, step, turn,” you turned, “Push to the side,” you recapped slowly, “Clap, clap. Come on, you do it.”

Harry took a moment, letting out a breath as he shook his limbs, “Alright, got it,” he mumbled, “Can you count?”

“Yeah, baby, sure,” you giggled quietly, “5, 6, 7, 8…”

“Ah fuck,” he groaned as he seemed to lag before the next step.

You approached him, resting your hands on his shoulders before cupping his face to have him look at you, “You’re nervous. Why are you nervous?”

“Besides the fact that it’s the first time I do this?”

“Do what? Dance? We took salsa classes together.” You reminded him gently.

“No, love, just- this, for a video. And you’re so fucking good. I didn’t think you’d put that much effort into my little video but the dance looks amazing and I’d just, hate to not do it justice.” Harry ended his confession with a sigh, shoulders slumping down.

“H,” you pouted, “Baby, you’re an amazing dancer,” at that, Harry rolled his eyes, “Nooo, you are!” You repeated, assuring him, “If you can’t see how far better you’ve gotten than you’re blind, H.”

Harry’s face softened, looking at you as you nodded at him.

“We’re both putting effort and I won’t rest until we give this all it takes for you to enjoy it, alright?” You leaned closer, pecking his nose with a soft kiss which seemed to work to make him giggle, reaching to scratch his nose,

“Tickles.”

“Oh yeah?” You jokingly wiggled your fingers into his sides, “In your spot, Styles, let’s go!”

You weren’t surprised that after all your little classes together, Harry had perfected the choreography. It wasn’t just in your time together that Harry practiced; you caught him in the kitchen, in the shower, counting under his breath as he sat with a dazed look on his face, and you had seen him far too many times watching the recorded tutorial you had made for him and your backup dancers.

You weren’t surprised because you knew that once he set his mind to something, he wouldn’t rest until he reached it.

But just because you weren’t surprised, didn’t mean that you were any less proud.

Far too many videos on your phones were added of one another during that time; Harry dramatically lying on the floor in the studio, sweaty and panting as you recorded him while laughing, zooming into his dopey but smiling face, your phone propped up as it recorded the both of you practicing the entire choreography, catching the bit when Harry dipped in your arms but you weren’t ready and he ended up falling, bringing you down with him as the both of you burst out laughing.

He loved seeing you in your element, that was an established fact, but being with you in your element? That was priceless.

“Jesus, this is heavy!” Gemma exclaimed as she tried Harry’s sequined, bright cropped blazer.

Filming came by, and there was nothing like seeing hard work pay off.

Harry chuckled at his sister, taking the blazer from her before putting it on, “Have you seen Y/N? Is she done?”

“They were retouching her hair.”

Harry’s stomach was filled with butterflies. If you asked him for the reason behind them, he wouldn’t know how to answer; because he was nervous he’d mess up? Normal jitters before filming? Or maybe, it was the fact that you were finally joining him and that alone was enough to have him giddy, giggly, and bouncy?

Gemma would say it was the latter, having had watched and heard Harry ask about his girlfriend during the entirety of the process of getting ready;

“Is she alright?”

“Feel like I’m getting married and I’m not allowed to see my bride.”

“Can you please tell Y/N to check her phone? She puts it on silent whenever she’s working but I want to show her my hair.”

In the dressing room beside his, you began laughing the moment Gemma stepped in, already knowing from her huff and annoyed look the reason behind them.

“Bloody pest! How do you deal with him being all clingy over you like that?”

“I don’t,” you joked, “He’s nervous.”

“And a little annoying.”

“Thank you,” you smiled to the hairdresser before getting out of the chair, “Where’s the man of the hour?”

“Whining outside that door,” Gemma answered with a raise of her eyebrows and a smile, “You look amazing, love.”

“Really?” You smiled bashfully, tugging on your vintage jacket and looking down at your shoes, “It’s a light outfit.”

“Should try Harry’s blazer,” she huffed, “So heavy.”

Walking outside the room with Gemma, you saw Harry standing with your group of backup dancers, smiles on all of their faces as he talked with them, you fully knowing that he was making sure they were comfortable.

“Here comes the bride!” Gemma joked, raising her arms up.

Harry turned, and everyone was sure that it might as well have been your wedding.

His eyes seemed to reflect the shiny blazer he had on, dimples showing as he grinned, opening his arms at you.

Concealing the shyness you felt under his stare, you laughed as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, feeling his hand rubbing your back. “You look so good,” you said, pulling away to look at him, “Where’s Lambe- There you are,” you pointed at Harry Lambert who approached the both of you, “How do you do it? What’s your secret?”

“Only the best for Sue,” Harry Lambert said, tipping an imaginary hat at Harry, “And our Angel.” He kissed your cheek.

Soon enough, everyone was asked into place.

For the first shot, they decided to film Harry entering the stage with the dancers first.

Standing at a safe distance away from the camera’s view, you heard the director call before they began recording.

“I got a good feeling,” you watched Harry sing into the vintage microphone, TPWK playing in the background as well, as he leaned to the side.

A smile was on your face, hands clutched together under your chin as you watched Harry and the dancers stick to the choreography you had worked on for the last 3 weeks.

Seeming to be too into your own world of watching your boyfriend, you hadn’t noticed right away when Gemma threw her arm around you until she squeezed you into a side hug, “Did so well, love.”

You gave her a smile and returned the hug, at loss of words.

For your takes, Harry was exactly as what Gemma had called him – a pest.

“Harry, stop making faces at her!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop now.”

“Harry!”

“What? I didn’t do anything!”

“You took a picture of Y/N with your flash on!”

“Oh shit, sorry.”

But you couldn’t be mad nor stop laughing, enjoying it too much for anybody’s liking.

“This is why I don’t accept when you ask me to be in your videos.” You joked as you all took a break, munching on a banana.

“See? You deprive me too much, baby.” Harry giggled, pecking your cheek quickly before reaching to grab a banana for himself.

“You’ve been depriving all these people from going back home early for the last couple of days, and look,” you pointed at Mitch, “Mitch looks like he’s close to murdering you.”

“I think that’s just his face, love. He hates this.”

“Alright, are we ready?” The director asked, “3, 2, 1, action!”

Harry sang as he stepped on the table you were sat at with your “friends”, a smile on his face as he did, his palm open towards you.

“And if our friends all pass away,” he sang, the soft ah’s following which was your cue to put your hand in his, stepping up on the table with him, “It’s okay.”

Nobody knew how the both of you did it, but everyone was satisfied with the one take they took.

It didn’t feel like filming anymore to either of you the moment Harry threw his bowtie away as you faced one another on stage, genuine smiles on your faces as you broke into the choreography you could do without a thought at that point.

There were moves that Harry had struggled with during practice, one of them being when he held you as you did a cartwheel; but all these struggles were long forgotten once the both of you gracefully did that move.

The song played as the both of you danced in front of the backup dancers and Harry’s band, only adding to the smiles on your faces before it began to come to an end – the end.

Harry twirled, your eyes following him with a smile before you dipped up with one arm, your other raised in the air, while one of Harry’s arms was around your back, the other stretched out.

“Cut! Amazing job! Amazing, amazing, job!”

The both of you were panting, you looking down at him as you giggled before you leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss as everyone cheered.

Harry sat on it, and you sure as hell were glad he did because after one eventful year, he took matters in his own hands to start 2021 right the moment he dropped the music video on the 1st of January.

“It hasn’t been 10 minutes and it’s trending,” you laughed in shock, scrolling through your Twitter, “Your power!”

“No,” Harry smiled gratefully as he watched you as the both of you cuddled on your couch as and after you had watched the music video together, “All yours.”

“Stop,” you dragged, “You’ve been crediting me for a year for this video as if I did everything.”

“You practically did, love. It was all about the dance and look at you,” he sighed in contentment, squeezing you against him, “Made a dancer out of me.”

“You’re a natural.” You patted his cheek.

Harry scoffed, mind shifting to his X-Factor choreography, “Trust me, I’m not.”

“But seriously,” you began after a moment, looking up at him and making him shift to look at you, “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he repeated, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, you pest.”

“Hey!”

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sweet sweet relief

spencer reid x reader

request: do a Reidxreader where the reader is hotch’s younger sibling? They’d be new to the bau and hotch is over protective and reluctant to let them do anything. Due to their young age they get super close to Reid, maybe fluffy or angsty? Thank you!

Warning: angsty (kinda), BAU stuff...

The first time Y/N had met the team they could barely tell the two of them were related.

They were nothing alike.

It wasn't even just outside appearances, they were different, in character, in shape, in every form possible.

Aaron Hotchner was calm and quiet, he was known to be stern and sophisticated, he worked actively to stay in control. He was cautious and careful. He was the epitome of undisturbed.

Y/N Hotchner was not.

She was feisty and stubborn, and she would rather argue with someone than submit to them, and she was lively and sarcastic and known to be impatient.

There were barely any similarities between the two.

But they were both smart, and they both had a mindset for justice, both believe that everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves, that everyone had a right to feel safe in their world. They both believed that by removing just a little bit of the darkness within the world, just a little bit, it would make everything brighter.

But besides that, they were two completely different people.

It was a surprise to everyone that they were related.

That two people so completely different could share the same DNA.

So when Y/N walked into the conference room, a little later than Hotch had requested, all of his team members shared confused glances at the smirk Hotch had on his face, at the almost-hug he had given this girl.

She looked far too young to be his girlfriend.

Hotch turned around to 6 pairs of confused eyes, 6 people with questions, 6 people who looked very very intimidating to Y/N.

She’d heard all about Aaron's team, she’d heard about the lovely technical analysis, the eldest profiler who had a kick for jokes, she’d heard about Derek, the strongest member of the team, she’d heard about Emily and her history in crime, JJ who’d been the top in her class, and the genius who was only 3 years older than her.

She’d heard about all of them.

That didn't mean she was any less nervous to meet them.

And with the way they were looking at her like they already wished she was gone, her nerves shot through her body.

She couldn't help but turn to her brother, her eyes cast downward, and hope that he knew she needed help. Hoped that he knew her just enough to know when she was nervous.

“This is Agent Y/N Hotch. Strauss assigned her as a new addition to our team.”

There was more collective confusion around the room.

“Hotch?” Morgan asked, Y/N looked up at him, to see him frowning at her, she wondered why he cared that much, wondered why he was bothered by her, why he looked like he could tell exactly what she was thinking.

“Yes.” she answered back quickly, and sternly, like she was telling him as a favor, “Aaron is my brother.”

There was a gasp from across the room.

A blonde woman, with bizarre earrings and questionable clothes, walked over to Y/N, a wide smile on her face as she looked at Hotch with hopeful eyes.

“Sister?” she asked, almost like she was being given a gift Y/N thought.

Hotch only nodded.

Her smile got wider.

She embraced Y/N, pulling her into a quick hug like they’d known each other forever. Y/N felt some nerves escape her at the hug, at least one person didn't hate her already.

“Hotch didn't tell me he had a sister, it makes sense though, you’re so pretty.” She pulled back to smile at Y/N, she had bright energy, one that reminded Y/N of a friend back home, her smile was contagious.

“Y/N, this is Penelope Garica, the technical analyst I told you about.”

“It's lovely to meet you.” Y/N said laughing, as Penelope pulled her into another hug, she already had a special place in her heart for the blonde.

“You have a sister?” Derek asked, and Y/N looked over Penelope’s shoulder to see his face much more relaxed, less threatening, she immediately placed him as the man Aaron had told her about, the strong one.

“Yes, I do. I never told anyone for security reasons, and there's never been a need to bring it up.” Hotch looked at his little sister with pride, he was glad she was there, glad he was going to get to spend some more time with her, glad she had made it so far so early in her career.

“Plus, he didn't want to brag.” Y/N teased, making eye contact with Derek as a way to say she didn't mean any harm, as a way to let him know she wasn't going to be a problem.

He smiled at her. She smiled back.

“I’m Derek Morgan.”

After that, three other people came up to her, with warm smiles, all introducing themselves, JJ who seemed warm and paternal. Emily, who looked to Y/N like a rebel at heart, she smiled a little extra at that. And Rossi, who immediately told her she was a part of the family, “Any family member of Aaron’s is a family member of ours.”

It felt strange to be accepted by all of them so quickly, strange to feel so comfortable so quickly.

And then she was introduced to Spencer.

It took her heart a moment to force her to move.

She’d heard about Spencer, the man who was closest to her age, the smartest man Aaron had said he’d ever met, the Doctor with three PhDs.

He was utterly attractive.

Nerves shot up and down her body, reminding her of the fear she had prepared herself for, though this time it was a different type of fear.

She had not prepared for soft brown eyes and messy hair.

She had not prepared for him to be anything like he was.

Fuck.

He was exactly her type.

She shyly smiled at him, and he waved, just waved, unlike the handshakes she had gotten from everyone else, something in her mind was telling her not to question it.

With a blush on her cheeks she looked away, she looked away and reminded herself that she was there to work, that her boss was her brother, that even if she did immediately want to know everything about the doctor only ten feet away from her, that this was work.

She stayed silent for a couple of moments.

Her brother announced it was time to get started on the case.

***

It had taken a couple of weeks to get used to the job.

Aaron had warned her as much.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he’d asked as soon as she’d announced she was moving out to Virginia, moving to work with the FBI. Y/N had taken it as judgment, she thought he didn't think she could do the job, didn't think she was strong enough, didn't think she was mature enough to handle the BAU.

She’d immediately run to her own defense, “I’ve been sure for almost 3 years Aaron.”

“No, Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. It's just… this job takes a toll on a person. Are you sure you want to do it?”

There hadn't been a doubt in her mind, had not been a moment of hesitation, a moment of wondering if she was really strong enough, if she really dared to do what her brother did every day, there was never a question of if she thought she could do it.

It hadn't even taken her a moment to answer yes.

But, this time, Aaron had been right.

Seeing dead bodies, learning about different methods of insanity, diving into the mind of people who were sadistic, not saving everyone. It was all heartbreaking.

And exhausting.

Y/N was starting to understand what her brother had meant, what he was thinking of when he said it took a toll on people, she was starting to wonder how he dealt with it, how he went every day being the boss and not breaking down while dealing with what they dealt with.

She was starting to wonder how they all dealt with it.

Most days, none of them seemed bothered, none of them seemed to mind any of it. She tried to remind herself that they had all been doing it a lot longer than she had, that they had seen everything a million times, that they had gone through the worst things she could imagine. It didn't help her feel any better.

She wasn't going to quit though, she could feel it in her blood, in her heart, that she was doing the right thing. That this is what she was meant to do, that no matter how many people died, no matter how many terrible people there were, she was saving someone's life.

And she was good at it.

She kept her head held high and tried not to show any hesitancy.

The night right after the case, one that had been particularly different from the others she’d seen, she felt practically dead on her feet. She wondered if she’d have to get used to the constant sleep deprivation.

It was late that night when she overheard Spencer talking to JJ, who looked about five seconds away from becoming the next unsub.

Y/N laughed behind them and wondered what he was talking about.

In the 6 weeks she’d been there she’d gotten close to most of them, she’d learned about their lives, about the way they worked best, she learned how smart they all were, how amazed she was by them. But she hadn't gotten the chance to speak that might to Spencer.

Maybe she didn't want to.

Maybe she didn't want to feel herself slip under the coworker crush that she was familiar with, maybe she didn't want to learn about him, things about him that she would think about constantly, maybe she didn't want to get close to him in fear that someone might notice how taken back she was by him, maybe she didn't want her brother- and her boss -to find out about the crush she had on him.

Maybe.

Maybe all she wished for was some relief from the overwhelming feelings she felt for him.

She was thinking about him, thinking about ways to accidentally eavesdrop on the two of them without looking suspicious, when JJ noticed her.

“Oh hey, Y/N” JJ looked exactly how Y/N felt. Her eyes were practically closed.

Y/N pretended not to notice the way Spencer looked away from her.

“Hey,” she said quietly, giving a little wave as she walked to the elevator doors. Home. That's where she wanted to be.

“Spencer was just inviting me to a movie he recorded at his apartment that he was going to watch-” JJ said, as Spencer tried to interrupt her, she just gave him a stern look when he tried. “-but I need to get home to Henry, so maybe you could go with him instead?”

There was a gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her mouth, if Spencer and Y/N both weren't so obvious they would’ve known what she was doing.

The team had been trying to set them up for a month.

Y/N just stared confused, nerves running up and down her spine reminding her to breathe. She suddenly felt wide awake.

Spencer just looked conflicted.

‘Um- yeah” he cleared his throat, running his hands over his hair and down to his neck “yeah- you could come... Yeah.” he said, moving to glare at JJ for a moment, JJ who was smiling wide, knowing that Spencer would never take back the invitation- especially not for a pretty girl.

“Oh.” Y/N jumped in surprise, her heart was beating faster at the prospect of going with Spencer, and while she knew that he had not technically invited her, she still felt her body practically shout with excitement. “Yeah, of course, I’d love to.” she stopped for a moment trying to collect herself, trying not to look as surprised as she felt, “if it's alright with you.”

They all stood there in the elevator, listening to the quiet hum of the machinery, two of them looking awkwardly at the ground, both of them full of nerves, one of them smiling between the two of them.

As the elevator finally came to a stop Spencer spoke up again.

“Yeah, if you want I could- you could just- follow me… if you want.”

Y/N nodded quickly, not used to Spencer talking to her directly.

JJ smiled just a little bit wider, just a little, and waved them both goodbye, turning around before saying “I’ll let you both deal with that.”.

She couldn't wait to tell Penelope.

And then there were two.

Two, very socially inept, nervous, people.

***

Spencer's apartment was just as Y/N had expected it to be, it was small and warm, and there were a million lamps all around the space. It was filled to the brim with bookshelves, at least 5 of them all around the room making it look smaller than it was. In the corner of the room there was a small couch and a tv, Y/N could see books spread all over the coffee table, and multiple mugs sitting around the room.

It felt like his home.

Y/N adored it.

Though Spencer looked around nervously, his eyes uncomfortably noticing all of the things he’d forgotten to pick up, all the books he’d left out.

“So um- this is it.”

Y/N giggled a little at that.

Her car ride over there had been filled with doubts and insecurities, she had noticed how distant Spencer had been with her, how little effort he had made to get to know her. Out of all of her new friends he was the least welcoming.

She still felt drawn to him. She still felt like she needed to get to know him.

It was the craziest feeling.

On her way over she had decided she would get to know him, just so she could count herself as a friend, just so she could start looking past him, start looking at everyone else instead of constantly being focused on him.

“Okay. Do you have popcorn?” Y/N said breaking the silence they had been surrounded in.

It earned Y/N her first smile.

She was amazed.

She wanted to keep making him smile.

Spencer gestured for her to follow him to the kitchen while he put a bag of something- which she assumed was popcorn as she had asked -in the microwave. It felt just a little bit more comfortable now, almost like they weren't going to have the worst time together.

“So uh- how are you um-” Spencer cleared his throat, clearly out of his bounds. “How are you enjoying the BAU? I knew that- um- when I first started I was really nervous.”

Y/N felt a bit darker at his words. Did she tell him how she really felt, about the doubts she’d been having? Or did she lie through her teeth? Lie to the man who had given her his first smile, lie to the man who had invited her over?

Turns out she didn't have to answer that question, as Spencer answered it for her like he did most questions.

“Oh no. Did I- um… Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry I didn't mean-”

“What?” she said quickly “No you didn't say anything wrong…”

Spencer stared at her, waiting for her to continue, he felt like she had more to say.

“It's just I… I don't know I’m just not-” she threw her hands up and sighed, surprised by her own reaction, she didn't want to throw all of her problems at Spencer, especially when it was their first time even having a full conversation out of work.

“Is there something wrong?” he said quietly, trying to read her body language to gauge her reaction.

“I just-” she sighed again and put her head in her hands. “I can't explain.”

Spencer nodded. He just stared at her a little bit longer, he had read somewhere that if you leave silence between conversations, most of the time the question would be answered all on its own.

After a couple of seconds waiting he could clearly see this wasn't the case with Y/N.

“Okay. What if I ask questions… and you answer?”

Y/N looked up, “like an interrogation?”

Spencer smiled a little bit and nodded, he was glad she seemed open to the idea.

“Okay.”.

They spent the night like that, Spencer had learned all about Y/N just through asking questions.

The movie was forgotten.

Y/N had come clean about her worries, about her hesitations with their job, Spencer had practically pulled the truth out of her after seeing past all the empty answers she gave his questions.

It was infuriating how much he could read her.

Eventually, they had switched, and Y/N had asked the questions for a little while.

She had learned about Spencer's mom, had learned about his love for all things sweet, had learned about his favorite books, and had learned a lot more about practically everything than she ever had in school.

It was almost addicting.

They switched back and forth for hours, eventually moving to the couch, asking each other questions and laughing.

It was almost two in the morning.

Earlier Y/N had felt like she was going to fall asleep standing.

Now she felt wide awake.

She thought about how the morning would turn out, how much they both needed sleep, and eventually said, “I should probably go.”

The smile Spencer was wearing fell just a fraction of an inch, and Y/N immediately felt terrible.

“I think we both need some sleep.,” she said, trying to communicate that she didn't actually want to go, but she definitely didn't want to fall asleep at her desk the next day.

Spencer walked to the door and smiled.

He smiled.

She wondered how hard it was going to be to stay away from him now.

***

“Aaron she was going to die!”

“Y/N, you can't throw yourself into situations like that.”

A year later she had no doubts about her job.

No hesitations.

Nothing but the need to save as many victims as possible.

Cases in Virginia were always the most stressful, with Strauss breathing down their necks, the media wanting to know everything about the FBI that was located in the state.

They all hated it.

They much preferred to go out of state, somewhere with none of their families, none of their problems constantly chasing them down. It was always so much calmer when they weren't home.

Always so much easier.

And maybe running directly into danger wasn't the best way to relieve stress.

Y/N knew that.

But she also knew how scared that girl must have felt, she knew how deadly the gun in the unsubs hand was, and she knew that it was her job, not just as an FBI agent, but also as a person, to do something. To do anything to save a little girl's life.

She wasn't going to stop to think about her own life in a moment like that.

She had rushed into the house, rushed into the place where so many other little girls had died, rushed into the place with a man almost three times her size, a man who was holding a gun. She wasn't going to risk that little girl's life.

And she was fine, and that little girl was alive.

To her, that was worth more than a million praises from anyone.

It wasn't enough for Hotch though.

The minute they had gotten back to the office, the second Y/N had tried to sit down at her desk, the minute she had tried to say anything to Spencer, that was the minute Hotch pulled her away, furious, into his office.

She already knew she was in trouble.

He had sat her down, he had repeated exactly what he had said when she arrived at the unsubs house, alone, he repeated his exact orders to her, repeated the orders that she had deliberately disobeyed.

“Aaron. She needed my help!”

“Y/N you can't risk your life! And you definitely can't ignore a direct order.”

Both of them had scowls on their faces, and at that moment they looked exactly like siblings, looked so similar it was hard to tell them apart.

The rest of the team was sitting in their desks, listening to them fight, pretending to be filling out late reports, but mostly listening to the two siblings fighting.

Garcia was standing outside the door, waiting for something to happen. She didn't want anything bad to happen to her best friend. She didn't want them to fight at all.

Spencer nervously looked from the door to his desk over and over, waiting for one of them to walk out, waiting for the yelling to continue. He knew that his girlfriend was probably freaking out internally, trying to control her anger as she had to do many times with her brother. He knew that what she needed right now wasn't a reprimand, what she needed was reassurance. He had no idea how he could get that to her.

“Aaron. I am good at my job. I got her out of there. Safely.” Y/N said sternly, refusing to back down, even for a moment, refusing to admit that what she did was reckless, refusing to admit her life meant anything more than that little girl.

“But at what cost Y/N? What if you had gotten hurt-”

“I didn't.”

“Or died? What would that mean for us?” He asked, looking at her, his eyes hard and unmoving.

Their stubbornness was always something they had shared.

“Aaron. I knew what I was doing. I had to save her.”

“It was reckless Y/N.”

“Maybe it was. Maybe, it was. But I’m fine, she's fine, we’re all fine.” she reassured him by gesturing to the door, why didn't he understand that she couldn't not go in there?

“I can't have you acting like that. I can't have you not listening to my orders.”

“Is that what this is about? Me disobeying you?” Y/N asked in shock, shock because it almost felt like he was trying to control her, trying to show her that he was still older than her. “Because news flash Aaron, I’m not some little kid you’re in charge of anymore.”

“I’m your boss.”

“I had to do it!” she said finally.

“It was stupid. It was stupid and reckless, and I have no idea what you were thinking.” His words were final and stern. His face was angry, and he was clenching his fists. It looked like he wanted to say more but Y/N wasn't going to let him. She wasn't going to let him call her names, and treat her like she wasn't an adult.

Y/N was done, she was done trying to be calm, done trying to keep all her feelings hidden deep in her chest, done trying to pretend she didn't want to throw something at him, she was done.

“I’m not a little girl Aaron!” she yelled at him, walking away. “I can take care of myself, and I know what I’m doing. Maybe that's not good enough for you, but it's good enough for me.”

And she threw open the door, too angry to care about Penelope who was standing shocked in front of her. She rushed to her desk and started throwing things in her bag, mumbling under her breath.

“Y/N?” Someone said from behind her.

She sighed.

“What Spence?” she said quietly, feeling like giving up.

“Are you alright?” he asked, grabbing her arm and trying to get her to look at him. If she looked at him he would know how she was actually feeling, without having to guess.

She looked up and studied his eyes.

“He's being ridiculous!” she whisper-yelled looking back down at her desk. “I did the right thing and I’m fine. He's just mad because I didn't listen.”

Spencer watched her for a few moments.

“Maybe he's right,” he said quietly, his eyes looking worried and surprised, surprised because he hadn't meant to say the words out loud.

Y/N’s head snapped up. Her eyes looked deadly.

“What?” she said quietly, more quietly than she had been in the past 10 minutes.

“Y/N I just think that-”

She cut him off. “No Spencer. You’re supposed to take my side. You’re supposed to have my back. Jesus-” she said sadly grabbing her bag from her desk and throwing it over her shoulder. “You’re my boyfriend and you’re supposed to support me.”

“Y/N I do I just-”

He couldn't get anything else out.

“You’re supposed to support me,” she said desperately, giving him one last look, one filled with anger and doubt and sadness, and all the feelings she had no idea how to express, she gave him one last look and

She walked out the door.

***

Driving was a helpful coping mechanism.

Driving helped Y/N ease her mind. Helped her think things through.

She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Aaron and Spencer like that, she knew she had overreacted. And she knew that to some degree they were right.

She hated how protective both of them were.

She loved how protective both of them were.

It was a difficult car ride, she was doubting herself, doubting her instincts, doubting her efficiency as an agent, doubting if her brother and boyfriend believed in her.

She knew she overreacted.

But Aarons words had hurt, he had insulted her, and even if he’d had reason to, it still hurt her feelings.

Spencer was a different story. She’d automatically assumed he would agree with her, would agree that the little girl's life was worth more than any risk, would agree that Hotch was being harsh.

She’d forgotten how angry he could get when she ran right into danger.

She was driving and her palms were sweaty, and her stomach was being attacked by anxiety, and she had no idea how to talk to either of them.

All she knew was that she had to.

She had to get over her feelings, she had to think about them.

So she drove back. Slowly. As slow as she could go, but she drove back.

When she parked her car she felt like turning around, she felt like a little kid again about to go tattle on her brother to her mom, felt like she was the victim and the abuser all at once, and felt an overwhelming amount of emotions fill her to the core.

She walked inside. It took her a moment to remember how to get back to her desk.

It was irresponsible for her to leave in the first place.

When she walked through the doors of the BAU you noticed Spencer's absent desk, she noticed her other coworkers staring at her, their eyes a bit hopeful. She looked at them confused.

“Reid went to the bathroom. Don't worry pretty girl, he didn't leave.” Morgan said, reading the question in her eyes, watching her exhale in relief.

She smiled at him and walked towards Hotch's office.

She had been gone almost 2 hours, and technically she knew that everyone could have leftover half an hour ago, but she also knew all of them, and she knew how late they’d stay.

She knocked on her brother's door, regret pooling at her stomach, air filling her head.

There was a quiet “come in” from the other side.

She peeked inside his office, saw him scribbling on a piece of paper, and as soon as he looked up Y/N felt a million times smaller. She always felt smaller when she was in trouble. Though when she looked at her brother's eyes all she could see was relief.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he said, looking back down at his papers, clearing his throat, clearly a sign that she could come in.

So she did.

She walked over to his desk and sat in one of his empty chairs. She watched him write for a minute, thinking of something to say, thinking about all the times she’d had to apologize to him in the past.

“Aaron.”

“Hmm?” he said looking up at her again.

“I’m-” she paused, paused, and took a deep breath. He deserved an apology. “I’m sorry.”

She saw his jaw twitch, saw a flicker in his eyes, saw a drastic change in posture.

“I know,” he said.

She sighed in relief. She knew he wasn't mad anymore.

“I know I overreacted. I know it was stupid what I did. I won't do it again, I just- I just had to do something. That's all.” She hoped that was a good enough explanation, hoped it would make him forgive her, hoped her mistake could cost her in the future. She looked down at her hands, not wanting to see his reaction. She hated apologizing.

“It wasn't stupid,” Hotch said, putting his pen down. She looked up at him slowly.

“What?”

“It wasn't stupid. I’m sorry I said that. I understand what you had to do.”

More relief, making its way up her feet, and into her stomach, relief filling her chest with cool air, seizing the fire of anxiety in her chest. Sweet, sweet relief.

“But that doesn't mean you can ignore my orders” He added, and Y/N felt herself smile. He was teasing her, she saw a glimpse of the brother she used to- still -idolized.

“Sir, yes sir,” she whispered, moving to stand up. She had another person to apologize to. As she walked away her brother spoke again,

“Y/N?” she nodded, looking back at him. “Don't be too hard on him,” he said gesturing outside, where Spencer was back at his desk, staring at the bag on top of Y/N’s.

She smiled at him and looked over at her brother. “I won't.”

She almost walked away again “Aaron, you should go home.” he looked back up at her “go say hi to my nephew for me. “

And with that, she walked out the door, walked away too fast to see him smile at her.

The relief was invading her brain, making her next decisions for her.

She would have to thank it later.

She walked out the door and over to Spencer's desk, Spencer who looked surprised she was actually there.

She grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

“Hey-”

She kept pulling him, moving both of them into an empty storage room, while the rest of the team laughed at her antics.

As soon as she made it into the small space with him, as soon as he looked down into her eyes, his face entirely a question, her nerves entirely seized.

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer frowned at her. He frowned and opened his mouth in a silent question.

“I’m sorry for overreacting. I shouldn't have taken out my anger on you. It was unfair.” She said, searching his eyes for forgiveness.

They didn't fight often, barely fought at all, but every time they had she had always found the answer to her problem in his eyes. His eyes seemed to know everything.

She wondered if they knew how much she loved him.

“No, Y/N I should’ ve-”

She pulled him into a kiss, resting her hands in his hair as he moved his to her cheeks, as she held her apart as she kissed him, her lips an entirely different apology of their own.

Sweet sweet relief.

When she pulled back, just enough to see his face, she watched him sigh in bliss, watched the tiny smile on his face, watched his eyes open with amazement.

She wondered when she had last kissed him like that.

It seemed like too long.

She pulled him back in, giving him small pecks on his lips, and then his cheek, and then his neck. Smiling at the way he giggled when she tickled him with her hair.

“Y/N?” he said after a moment, his voice warm.

She looked back up at him to smile, to smile and peck his lips once more as an answer.

“I think I’d like you to take out your anger on me just a little bit-”

She cut him off with a kiss.

Sweet sweet relief.

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Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.”

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking

ever

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone

his texts give you butterflies

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long?

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps

anyways before this becomes v nsfw

you two catch up like u had met yesterday

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter”

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends???

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa

or makes him uncomfortable

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace

zero pda at the start of the relationship

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team

but slowly he warms up

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers

if anything you believe in them even more

now you watch more diligently during practice

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best)

walks home with you are so much more serene

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too

at first he was like stop copying me 😾

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ”

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!!

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !!

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease

now you’ve never seen toru play properly

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one?

never

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school)

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃”

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just

so amazed

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there

also love, love, loves lazy days with you

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs

a l l songs

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ?????

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just

“you’re my lucky charm”

when he wins

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not”

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3

anyways

yes

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend

im frothing

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3

so he was so flirty

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him

going out with him is super fun

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man !

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay

so you wanted to make the most out of everything

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural?

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching

and then it kinda goes really silent

but

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.”

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.”

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world

and maybe you saw it coming

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

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