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phefics · 1 year ago

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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: pre-fred weasley x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and george smoke on the astronomy tower, and discuss your apparently obvious crush on his twin brother. (series masterpost)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

It was a cool evening in June, only a few weeks left in the school year when you snuck out of your dormitory, accompanied by George Weasley, and snuck up to the Astronomy Tower.

As you sat on the balcony, looking out at the night sky, you felt so incredibly lucky that you had stumbled into the same train car as the Weasley twins on the Hogwarts Express. Ever since that day, you had been inseparable. While Fred had been Sorted into Slytherin, you and George had both been Sorted into Ravenclaw, giving the two of you more opportunities to spend time together. You loved the twins equally, just in different ways.

George was your best friend, your confidant. You had all your classes together, played Quidditch together, lived right down the hall from one another during school. And Fred…Well, it was complicated.

He was also a dear friend, a fellow Quidditch player, someone you trusted and enjoyed spending time with immensely. But he was also impossible to be around lately, with his teasing smirks and his broad shoulders and his effortless humor.

As you had grown up together, Fred had become more than a friend, in your eyes. And it was terrifying, ridiculous, and utterly inconvenient. You had spent so long being completely content with your friendship, and then, almost out of nowhere, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

Well, perhaps it wasn’t out of nowhere. Ever since you were young, Fred had always been right there. Making you laugh, hexing the boy who used to bully you in your third year, looking incredibly handsome in just about every outfit he wore, including his mother’s knitted Christmas sweaters.

As you sat with George, your mind swirled with those thoughts of Fred and how it would probably ruin your friendship with both twins if you ever pursued it, a joint burning between your fingers.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” George asked, seemingly out of nowhere, his eyes not leaving the stars as he spoke, as if it were a casual question to pose.

You choked on the smoke in your lungs, hurriedly passing him the still-lit joint to avoid dropping it on the stone floor. It took a moment to regain your ability to breathe, the question having taken you off guard enough to send you spluttering. “What? Who are you even talking about?” you retorted, tone defensive.

“You know who,” George replied, finally turning to you, a knowing look on his face. “I mean, you aren’t very subtle about it, darling.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you avoided his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s okay, y’know. I’m not jealous or anything. Remember when we ‘dated’ back in Second Year? No offense, but I didn’t exactly feel sparks the one and only time we kissed.”

Laughing, you felt yourself relax despite his little interrogation. “Really? You aren’t upset?”

“Not even a little. I think you guys would be a cute little couple,” he teased. “And you’ll still be my best friend, even if you’re shagging my brother.”

Your blush deepend, and you smacked his shoulder playfully for his crude words. You felt happiness for a moment before the feeling faded into anxiety. “I just…I don’t think he feels the same.”

George scoffed. “Look, Fred is a bit thick when it comes to girls. He doesn’t like talking about his feelings, even to me. But when he talks about you, I can see the way he lights up. He gets this stupid smile on his face…It’s actually quite gross, you know.”

He laughed, which made you laugh, too. Your head fell onto his shoulder, feeling solace in your best friend’s touch. The whole Weasley family was very affectionate, while you had grown up in a stiffer household, your grandmother was too busy comparing you and Neville to your parents to verbally praise you, let alone spare a hug when it was needed.

“Are you just saying that to make me feel better? Because false hope isn’t gonna be helpful in the long run,” you said.

George met your eye, an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. “Pinky promise, I’m not,” he said, holding out his hand.

You interlocked your pinky finger with his, relieved and hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this little crush could go somewhere.

“Just…Give him time to realize it. I can try to knock some sense into him, if you want.”

You snort. “I can’t believe you’re his voice of reason. No wonder you two get into so much trouble.”

George poked your ribs, a mock-offended gasp slipping from his mouth. “Rude! I got into Ravenclaw, I clearly must have some reasoning skills, otherwise we need to call up the Sorting Hat and tell it that it fucked up.”

You laugh, and finish the rest of the joint between you two before standing, ready to sneak back to the dorms. The Common Room door opened with the answer to a simple riddle, and the usually bustling space was empty and silent, a perk of the late night adventure.

“So, what am I supposed to do now?” you asked.

“Instead of not-so-secretly pining for him, why don’t you actually flirt?” George replied.

The idea of flirting with Fred felt unnatural, but you realized that the way you two acted already could be easily translated into flirtatious behavior; the teasing, the physical affection. It wouldn’t be weird for you to let your touch linger, or crack a joke about finding him attractive. Small steps wouldn’t immediately alert him to a change in your behavior, but might help him realize there was a spark forming. As usual, George had brilliant plans.

Before heading to your dorm, you turned back to give him a hug. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“Any time,” he replied, pressing a quick to your forehead before tiptoeing back to his own room.

In your bed, you thought over the conversation, feeling a whirlwind of emotions: First, embarrassment that you had been read so easily; but more importantly, hope and excitement at the idea that Fred could like you, want you the same way. What had once felt like an impossible fantasy now seemed much closer.

The school year was coming to a close, and you had already planned to spend part of your summer break at the Weasley’s home, which would give you more of an opportunity to spend time with Fred, and to explore what could become of your relationship.

It took some time for you to fall asleep, too giddy to relax, but you eventually settled and dreamt of freckled shoulders, hands in your hair, and hushed laughter.

#it's nice to have a friend #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley fic #fred weasley series #ophelia's fics #harry potter #hp

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nerdytreeflower · 8 months ago

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Sunshine: Chapter One

Derek Morgan X Reader

Summary: Bestfriends. Or something close to that anyway. That's what they are, but after one wine-fuelled night's sleep and a whole load of tossing and turning, one side of the friendship becomes strained. Derek Morgan wants to know why. Which is when the perfect opportunity comes from the pipecleaner with eyes and she has no choice but to confront the feelings she believes are one-sided. Confrontation and serial killers seem like a good mix, right? That's what I thought.

Chapter CW: 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: New Chapter! Again, any constructive criticism is appreciated and feel free to comment and interact!

Series Masterlist // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

The moments spent in the Bureau-acquired rental were stifling. Up until this point, the two had not been left alone in a room if she could help it the past week. But they had appearances to keep up, and that included their arrival at the resort. He hadn't spoken a word, eyes focused on the unfamiliar road which gave her the perfect advantage to trail her eyes down his person with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the stick shift.

Along with the belongings they had packed, they were given certain instructions on how to act, things to say, and specific people to talk to if they were given no choice but to interact with the other members but otherwise to keep to themselves. That the unsub picked out couples that wouldn't be missed right away.

He was wearing a white linen shirt, the buttons only done up to a point where most of his chest was visible, a necklace hanging down from his neck. It was strange, she didn't often see him so dressed up- his broad shoulders were often wrapped in Henleys, his legs in work trousers not so often the jeans he was donning.

The shirt sleeves were rolled up and she could see the slight veins in his arms as he changed gear and turned the wheel with his palm. God, why was she like this, she thought as she snapped her gaze to the road ahead, adjusting the strap of her dress in an attempt to lull the sudden heat that filled her cheeks.

It was a warm day in June, the air was heavy with humidity and a light breeze traveled through the car from where both sides had a cracked window. To be fair, she was also more dressed up than usual but not by much, a cute summer dress that happened to be one of her favourites hugged her figure. It was made of stretchy, patterned fabric that moved with her breathing and the spaghetti straps didn't offer any unnecessary warmth.

She was so caught up in pretending that she hadn't just been ogling him like a depraved teenage girl that she didn't hear his question.

"Sorry?" she turned to look at him as he glanced at her expectantly,

"I said, how do you wanna play this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just so we're on the same page, what kind of couple should we try to be? We know that our guy takes them a couple of weeks into their stay meaning he probably watches them for a while."

"Long enough to get to know each other, or at least for him to get to know them. And the other couples were described as-" she cut herself off, she didn't have to say what they both knew: the victims before were all reportedly in their honeymoon stage and two actually were on their honeymoon. Meaning, the likelihood of the victimology being a stoic couple that barely talked to each other, as they had been for the beginning of the trip, wasn't likely to catch his attention.

"How about we get to the resort and play it by ear, it would probably be easier to keep our act consistent if we went with what's natural." Natural? Natural?

Great one, she thought to herself.

"Okay then," a terse reply.

"Mr. and Mrs Dursley?" they had Hotch's son's new obsession to thank for their aliases.

"Yeah, that's us," Derek claimed, lifting the boot door to lug out the two large suitcases they had both brought before slamming it shut. They had arrived at the resort merely five minutes before they were greeted in the car park by an overeager staff member. He was short, with the kind of shape where the measurement of his height and his torso was probably equal; the resort colours stretched over his body in a light blue waistcoat.

"We are so honored you chose Palm Springs for your honeymoon, we-" The rest of the short man's speech was drowned out of her head by the sudden addition of a warm weight around her waist. A small sound of surprise escaped her lips before she could clamp them shut, already cursing herself at the lack of calm disposition.

God, if all it took was him putting his arm around her waist for heat to creep up her cheeks then how the hell would she get through the rest of their performance for the next however many days?

In her defense, it was a very nice arm, she thought as she leaned back into Derek's solid chest. Momentarily wondering if she were to slam into him with all of her body weight if he would even shift an inch; it didn't feel like it. He was warm and steady behind her, his thumb beginning to caress the fabric of her waist as he made conversation with the nice employee that she could have sworn introduced himself. Francisco? Franklin? Something along those lines.

She hadn't realised she had been zoned out for so long until she felt the soft caress of Derek's thumb turn into a gentle pinch on her hip, a yelp escaping her as she made a show of nudging him in the chest and smiling down at the ground.

"Sweetheart? You ready to get settled?" he repeated the question for her benefit, butterflies seemingly multiplying in response to the nickname.

"I'm ready when you are, baby," she leaned into his chest, really laying it on thick as he moved his arm from around her waist to hook around her shoulders, his hand coming to hang around her collarbone. They slowly began to make their way down the paved path as a couple of other employees, seemingly out of nowhere came to help with their bags.

Baby? Too much? They were going to be here for at least several days so she had time to try them all, see which ones fit best.

She distantly heard Derek making some sort of excuse to their guide about a long drive to explain her behavior and reprimanded herself for her sloppiness. Although Derek didn't seem to mind the clingy approach when they came up to several hut-looking structures looking out over a natural-looking pool with a few inhabitants, he pulled her closer, laying a sweet kiss on the top of her head.

They followed Francisco-Franklin down a winding path and up the steps of a large Island-hut-looking structure, he reached up to what appeared to be a small wooden birdhouse the size of his palm, flipped it up, and revealed a keypad which he typed in a 4 digit code, releasing a metal key into his awaiting grasp.

He looked back at them over his shoulder, wiggling the key in the air gleefully before slotting it into the door. She noted that it was Derek this time not paying too much attention, his eyes narrowed and surveilling the building where they would be staying in his FBI-like focus. It looks as though she wasn't the only one rusty in her undercover work, she thought as she reached up to play with the ends of his fingers hanging over her shoulder to gain his attention. His gaze snapped down to meet hers and she witnessed his eyes soften noticeably, it was then she acknowledged that this was most likely the first time they had made extended eye contact in possibly weeks. Had his eyes gotten warmer? They seemed such a vibrant and comforting shade of brown she only blinked when she heard a clearing of a throat and witnessed the joyful look on Fransisco-Franklin's face as he admired the two from inside the door.

"Well, come on you lovebirds. Let me show you your room and you can get that much-needed rest you talked about," he said it in such a way that it was obvious he believed there would be no rest gotten by either of them in the immediate future. The embarrassed flush was not all that difficult to conjure up.

Derek's hand slipped from her shoulders to the small of her back, guiding her up the steps and through the threshold of their accommodation. The gasp she let out wasn't fake. Sure, she made a good amount of money from her job at the BAU yet she couldn't ever remember investing it in something so obviously self-indulgent as the setup before them. It was a startling reminder of the type of people that would often occupy this hut and the ones on either side, people who didn't mind spending a good amount of money on a vacation and luxury such as those that were high enough up the chain of command in the BAU to make a difference in the way they conducted their investigation.

The ceiling was high and woven out of some kind of reeds, the walls a series of floor-to-ceiling windows that had a range of shutters to provide some privacy. The ground was a hardwood that looked worn enough to be comfortable on bare feet yet still incredibly expensive-looking, even from where they were standing they could have a view of the entire structure. A small island that appeared to be half a kitchen, a wide semi-circle beige couch that was littered with colourful throw pillows, warm-toned light fixtures hanging down from the ceiling where the building was sectioned off by a small changing partition she could guess was the bathroom.

And the bed. She almost moaned at the sight, it was sat upon multiple layers of raised steps, positioning it higher than floor level, what appeared to be a king-size four-poster bed with light linen curtains that blew in the breeze from the open windows. The bedding was a cloud, soft and white even from where they were standing several meters away.

"This is your hut, Number 7, the Turaco Suit. The key safe outside the door there can be re-coded to whatever code you like to keep your key when you are out and about and it'll reset when you leave. We have some food stocked up in the kitchen here if you get peckish but I cannot recommend the restaurant enough for all meals of the day, it's to die for," he clasped his hands together and looked honestly close to squealing. He motioned over to the table in the middle of the room that held an A5 white booklet with the resort logo on the front.

"There is a booklet here that should contain any other information you will need and there is a landline up there by your bed that contains all of the numbers of the resort including the reception and other facilities should you need anything delivered to your door. Your bags should arrive shortly just outside your door. Are there any questions I can answer before I leave you lovebirds in peace?" she could honestly say she had never met a person who seemed so genuinely ecstatic to do their job as Francesco-Franklin.

"I can't think of anything, can you, Honey?" she looked up at Derek who seemed as enamored by their surroundings as she did. He shook his head and smiled brightly in a way that made her knees weak, walking the man back to the door and thanking him profusely. By the time the door was shut, she had taken a running start and jumped into the neatly made bed, the covers so soft they practically swallowed her whole as she descended into their cool, soft depths.

"Now this, I could get used to," she heard the playful tease of him approaching before she felt and heard him collapse into the bed next to her. It was so large they could probably both sleep with their arms spread and not touch each other.

A few moments of stillness passed them as they took in the relaxing silence of the quietly air-conditioned room, "So what do you think should be our first move?" she murmured, propping her head up beneath her arms as she stared up at the ceiling,

"What, no Honey?" a shuffle and a shadow indicated that he had propped himself up onto his arm and was looking over at her, she refused to meet his eye again and resorted to fiddling with the bracelets they were both given, her's made of silver that wrapped around her wrist like a bangle and his that was made of braided leather- both holding some form of panic button which, apart from in-person check-ups and occasional phone calls, would be their only contact to the team.

"We're expected to be in here for a while if he's lurking outside, and to be completely honest I'm not too opposed to an early night- It wasn't a complete lie, I am tired." She continued, again still quietly, sitting up and swinging her legs over to the left side of the bed where she had fallen and toed off her sandals to fall to the floor, tossing her sunglasses and hat onto the bedside table.

They were both aware as they had been briefed that there was a very real possibility of the Unsub having surveillance inside the rooms to further monitor the couples before taking them. Hence the whispers. The profile so far was that any technology the Unsub had wouldn't be top-quality so no microphones that could pick up that level of sound yet they still had to be careful and keep up appearances when in their hut. At least until a subtle sweep could be done for bugs.

"No, no it was not." Derek agreed, still lying sprawled over the covers like a cat bathing in a sunbeam, arms reaching up and crossing over his face to supply some shade. This provided an agreeable view of his shirt riding up his stomach and his arms increasing in size, skin warm and toned with ripples of muscles yet still looking so soft she had to hold herself back from reaching out and touching it.

Pull yourself together, control yourself, she thought sharply to herself.

"We have around 3 hours until sundown, what do you want to do?" her feet came up to rest by her knees and the feeling of cool, clean bedding against them was pleasant. She looked over her shoulder once again and saw Derek already looking back at her, the energized feeling she always gets when his eyes are locked on her comes rushing back and she's suddenly reminded why the decision was to keep eye contact to a minimum.

She focused back on flipping through the phone numbers on the nightstand to occupy herself as the movement of the mattress made it evident he had sat up. She felt the shift of the air behind her and could imagine him leaning into her space, breath against her left shoulder and only a couple of inches between his face and the exposed skin of her shoulders and back.

"Hey, don't you think it's time we tal-" Leaping off the bed and into action seemed to be her chosen defense, not a sleepy bone left in her body as she rushed to their kitchen, searching cupboards and draws.

"Hey, Honey? Do you want a drink? This hot weather is making me thirsty," she opened what appeared to be the fridge and revealed all different kinds of individually bottled fizzy drinks, a couple of larger bottles of milk, and what appeared to be orange juice. The slow steps of Derek could be heard over her shoulder as could the exhale he let out, evidently frustrated at the once again evaded line of questioning.

"Sure, Sweetheart, let me get that for you," his arm reached up above her head, trapping her between the cupboards and him as he reached the glasses on the top shelf. He brought them down and placed them on the counter, the closeness of them not being lost on her. Ducking out of his entrapment, she swerved and shut the fridge with her hip, pouring two glasses of orange juice and placing it on the counter.

"So? What are you thinking?" She spoke loud enough for the performance of their conversation to be clear to him. What she read as frustration glinted in his eyes, shining as he tilted his head in thought. Staring into her soul before sighing once again and dragging what looked to be a map of the resort across the island in front of them.

A few moments passed before he tapped the surface twice, "The restaurant that was recommended for dinner- If we want to get an early night," he looked up at her like they were sharing some kind of secret, exactly like a man who couldn't wait to get his new wife back into privacy as soon as possible, "It opens at six-thirty so I'm thinking an early dinner. We have a good hour or so before that time so that's up to you, Sweetness," She had to admit he was a good actor.

"I can't be bothered to interact with other people just yet," she took a sip of her juice, deciding it wasn't orange but more of some kind of mango, "You okay with just relaxing until then? Taking a look at the activity classes?" she grinned, shaking the booklet and with no faked amount of glee skipping over to the couch. Since it was the higher-ups who were paying for this covert observation, everything would be coming out of their pockets so she had no trouble indulging.

That, and if she was going to be stuck here thanks to Boy Genius' need to meddle, there was no rule saying she couldn't get a nice massage. In fact, it was encouraged by a certain pink-haired friend along with requests for pictures of Derek Morgan being oiled by the masseuse.

She dropped onto the couch, the soft material being comfortable as she nestled down into it and brought a pen to tap against her lips, reading the itinerary of activities.

He followed her once again, a habit that was becoming evident, as he came to sit down by her feet, lifting her legs by the ankles and placing them back down on his lap. She went through the lists, activities ranging from massages to yoga lessons, line dancing, and jewelry making- many of which contained the word 'couples' in front of it.

Awareness of the thumb rubbing circles on her ankle perked up and she couldn't help but sink further into the cushions. She threw the booklet down and lay her arm across her face, reveling in the soft caresses she was being spoilt with.

"They have line dancing classes, maybe we should take those; you know I've always wanted to see you in a cowboy hat," she teased, grinning into the safety of her arm.

Derek grabbed her ankle tighter and with a firm grip, pulled her down further into the cushions so her knees were across his lap. She yelped, laughing as she kicked them out, ceasing immediately as the circles he was drawing had risen to the side of her knee.

"You're a little minx, you know that?" he joked and she could hear the genuine humor in his voice as he brought up a hand to cup the back of her neck. She was still far enough away that she knew he wasn't going to kiss her just yet to keep up appearances yet the stroke of his thumb behind her ear was almost ticklish, making her want to angle her head into his touch.

Her body, seemingly listening to this desire pushed her head further into his hand. He stilled for a moment before resuming, her eyes falling shut as she decided to stay there for a few moments with her eyes closed- that it was as good a way to spend the next hour or so as any.

The combination of the cloud-like couch, the low lighting, the light breeze flowing through the rooms, and leaving an appreciated reprieve from the sweltering heat made her sleepy in her optimum environment. That, and she was not so foolish as to deceive herself into thinking Derek's safe presence, his gentle and soothing circles, had nothing to do with her ease in following the tempting wave of exhaustion into a soft slumber.

Her eyes grew heavy, and breathing deeper she fell asleep in his arms.

A/N: :)

#Derek Morgan #Criminal Minds #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x Y/N #bestfriends to lovers #close proximity #fake dating #derek morgan fluff

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theowritesfiction · 10 months ago

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How’s it going @theowritesfiction ?

I know you posted it a while ago, but I wanted to give a review for chapter 18 in Azula’s kitchen nightmares. I hope it is okay to use an ask as the medium for the review.

I’m sorry that I hadn’t given a review before now, I’ve been listening to a fan audio book of the Worm web serial on Spotify. What can I say? The Queen of escalation has captured my imagination. Today though, I only had one class at campus, so I had more time to get caught up to date for Azula’s kitchen nightmare. And I’ll be reading the other chapters promptly.

Now onto the review!

I really enjoyed this chapter. Jealous Katara who wants Azula all to herself is my bread and butter.

I also loved Azula just being flattered that Katara was stalking her and Katara being flabbergasted that she was cool with it all. The talk about Azula becoming part of the Northern lights family between Azula and Katara was sweet. June was absolutely right, Azula and Katara are “adorable”.

I also enjoyed Katara internally panicking when she realized that she was paying too much attention to Azula and none to June during the conversation.

Of course June then just throws Azula under the bus, that Azula thinks her co workers (Katara, Yue, and Suki) are the most sexy people she has worked with. Katara grinning at Azula and teasing her about it made laugh and smile myself.

Azula and Katara complimenting each others outfits and unabashedly eyefucking eachother made me grin.

Azula disappointment and Katara’s jealous reactions too June saying “anyway, maybe you two want to finish your drinks and we can get out of here” made me smirk. Those two are goners for each other already! My smirk only widened when June clarified that all three of them should leave together for June apartment, only for both Azula and Katara to turn into blushing messes.

And I laughed at June’s “their’s only so much of you two fucking with your eyes that I can take”. Ain’t that the truth. June got a first face impression of Azutara’s mural obsession with each other. From stalking, to being okay at being stalked (so long as it was Katara), to staring dreamily into each other’s eyes while they should include June in conversation. Not gonna lie, this line made my Azutara heart flutter.

The morning after the Daisy chain” was a fun read as well. June being guilty shocked at seeing Azula “so into someone, it’s disgustingly cute” was sweet. Katara just has that effect on Azula. If neither the OG show, nor the Netflix recreation weren’t cowards, Katara would have definitely seduced Azula to the good guys. But I digress,

Katara immediately denying the (obvious) truth and saying that June was “exaggerating” caused me to grab in unison with June in exasperation.

I burst out laughing (again) when June (knowingly) replied “I woke up in the middle of the night and it took me a moment to realize that you two were going for another round” and since neither thought to wake June for it, I have to concur that Azula and Katara are “both seriously into each other”. Azula and Katara thrusting for another and secretly going for “another round” kind of lends credence to my belief that Azula and Katara mostly focused on each other (mutual obsession and all that) during their “encounter” with June. Though the two would have made sure that June had nothing to complain about. Azula and Katara are both gentlewomen after all.

Azula and Katara being bitter and “sounding stiff” when agreeing to heel things professional and just “being friends” is making me roll my eyes. Ladies the two of you are obviously ready falling for each other! So just cut out the middle man (Ozai), screw each other’s brains out (again), and get together.

Of course, we wouldn’t have your awesome fic @theowritesfiction , if it was that easy. And half the satisfaction of seeing Azutara finally start avoiding the idiot stick and getting together, is the journey there! (With all its ups and downs!)

These lines made me laugh out loud too

“It was�� defined some next level fun, compared to I’m used to” -Azula (which is either a hilarious commentary on Katara’s skills in the bedroom, or the lacking showing from Azula’s “usual hookups”, or both!)

“Katara didn’t exactly regret the act itself because it had been the best sex she’d ever had” -Katara (both Azula and Katara giving glowing reports about the other gorgeous women’s (who they are totally not falling for[sarcasm]) bedroom abilities… just admit your feelings girls!)

“As good as sex with Azula had been (also June was there too, Katara supposed), Katara still intended to apologize to Yue and Suki” (This was funny. Azula and Katara really are obsessed with each other. To the exclusion of everyone else (sans Suki and Yue of course). And I love that for them. Let’s go Steam(y) Queens!)

I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to take a while for all the idiots (affectionate) to figure it and get together. Particularly for Azula and Katara. And I am here for it!!

I loved chapter 18, and can’t wait for the next update. Well done @theowritesfiction !!!

On to the next chapters!

Hey, no worries, I’m always happy for reviews, doesn’t matter when 😉 And sure, using ask is totally fine!

I have heard about this Worm web series before – I read a brief synopsis of it somewhere, but I’ll be honest, while some parts seemed like something I would really enjoy, I could tell that some aspects would annoy me too much. 🤣

This chapter was a little different because it was almost pure Azutara throughout, and I haven’t had any chapters with such heavy emphasis on them. There are always spicy moments between them, but this was a really big escalation, and I hoped that Azutara diehards would love it. Seems I wasn’t wrong about that. 😊

Yue and Suki will remain in the picture for a good while longer, even if we all know that Azula and Katara are the endgame. But hey, it means more jealous Katara, so hopefully that’s fine. 😊

You’re exactly right that Azula and Katara made sure that June had no grounds to complain about the threesome. 😉

Azula and Katara falling for each other is just the first step to them actually being together. We wouldn’t want to make things TOO easy for them, would we? Pining is part of the fun, too!

Lol Azula and Katara both giving each other glowing reports and high scores 😉 I didn’t intend that to be a diss on their previous partners. Especially in Azula’s case, it’s probably that for maybe the first time she was with someone who she has genuine feelings for, and that adds a lot.

Tiny spoiler, but I am currently working on a chapter that is a big next step in Azula’s relationship with Katara, but also Yue and Suki. 😉 Unfortunately, it’s going to be slightly delayed because of the live action remake distractions, but it’s still coming along nicely and you’ll see it soon!

Anyway, thank you so much for this review, and I’m glad you’re excited to read more! 😊

#azula's kitchen nightmares #azutara #ask answered #thank you for the review! :)

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kariohki · 1 year ago

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Trip report of the five lives I went to on my last trip to Japan--wait this is starting the same as the last post...ah well. This trip was only a weekender btw!

BanG Dream! 12th☆LIVE DAY 1 : Poppin'Party 「Welcome to Poppin'Land」 (11/3, Tokyo Garden Theater) Arrived late missing two songs thanks to an extra long flight due to volcanic ash (never did figure out exactly which volcano was going off). First time seeing all of Popipa perform as only 3 at most came to CharaExpo back in the day. It was...fine? It was very much a Popipa live. The framing device of the theme park and each song being matched to an attraction was cute, but it sort of made the setlist feel scattered. Three of their newest songs were performed, and the rest of the setlist generally skewed older with many that hadn't been performed in two years like 1000-kai Urunda Sora and CiRCLING. At least there was Time Lapse, but no Teardrops. The Yumenokessho POPY (the AI singing program based on the Kasumi voice) section fit the last and seemed generally disliked. Glad to mark the group off of my list, but it also showed why they're not a live priority for me. A joint live between them and MyGO!!!!! was announced, which I'd had a gut feeling was going to happen soon.

tipToe. 「homeroom mini-Halloween Special-」 (11/4, Shibuya Chelsea Hotel) A short and sweet mini live from the one chika idol group I actively follow. Was very happy to be able to fit this in to attend one more live before the group's graduation and final live next June. Small setlist, only recognized one song but that's just due to only really listening to one album. My oshi Rinchan remembered me from my Twitter replies :)

BanG Dream! 12th☆LIVE DAY 2 : MyGO!!!!! 「ちいさな一瞬」 (11/4, Tokyo Garden Theater) The franchise's second newest group and the one getting the most push, hot off the heels of their sleeper hit anime. I believe this was the first of the three lives to sell out its seats. My first time seeing this group as I wholly ignored their first year of existence due to the seiyuu being unknown, and didn't go to their 5th oneman live. The first part of the live, they were behind a projection screen that had the lyrics and MVs playing on it, a throwback to their "hidden" days I believe? I was very glad Noroshi was their opener as that is my second or third least favorite song in all of Bandori, so they got the pain (literally, the song hurts my head) out of the way quickly. Silhouette Dance is a whole banger and a half and I was full body swaying at the chorus. There was an intermission with these repetitive walking sounds that also annoyed me, but it led into a reenactment of the middle-end part of the anime with Ningen ni Naritai Uta, the full leadup to and including Utakotoba, and Melody. Shiori was appropriately done as the only acoustic song. No Haruhikage, which one other audience member riffed on after lights came back on by yelling "なんで春日影やったないの!?" (Why didn't you play Haruhikage!?). They had a Zepp tour leading up to the Popipa joint live announced, looking forward(?) to seeing if ticket sales stay strong for them.

Shoujo☆Kageki Revue Starlight Band Live "Starry Session" revival (11/5, Makuhari Messe Event Hall) First Starlight live I've attended, this was a live that was supposed to take place in 2020 but was canceled/delayed until now. The theme along with having a live backing band was a selection of the songs performed were chosen and sorted by a draft meeting stream, also done three years ago. The draft songs were split by day and holy hell I'm glad that day 2 was the one I was able to attend because all of my favorites from the list (which honestly I didn't even know going into it) were performed. The entire draft section going from Otte Owarete Sirius, GANG STAR, then Onikurenai Nin Emaki, and ending on Gyoshite Gyoshaza was amazing (the songs not listed were also good, just not my favorites). And of course all the surrounding songs that were repeated between the days were surprisingly majority songs I knew as I've only watched the anime. At a couple points the cast walked up the aisles and the start of the encore had them on mini stages in the middle cross aisle. so I got a good view of some of the seiyuu. A very recommended live to watch if you want quality Kukugumi.

BanG Dream! 12th☆LIVE DAY 3 : RAISE A SUILEN 「REVEAL」 (11/5, Tokyo Garden Theater) As expected, the majority of the setlist was dedicated to the new REVELATION mini-album, with all five songs being performed in full and in album order with other things in between. Other than -N-E-M-E-S-I-S- (released earlier this year), the setlist skewed to older songs - literally their first eight releases, then the middle-era (ha) SOUL SOLDER and JUST THE WAY I AM. The album order is roughly how I'd rank the songs from favorite to least favorite as well, though STRAY CERBERUS is at the bottom for me. Two other notable things were the costume switch at the second intermission to their original character outfits, and Raychell once again doing "men! women! others! everyone!" for the crowd responses - major props that it wasn't a one off from last live. Overall not as good of a live as EXCLAMATION HIGHLAND or Heaven and Earth setlist wise but...BUT... The most important part was I was front row center. So I had a perfect view of everyone and everything And Tsumutsumu came all the way down front stage for JUST THE WAY I AM and perched on a stool right in front of me. So this live was god tier just based on that. A two-day oneman live in June was announced after the end, which I was iffy on attending (trying to get to a Roselia live next year) but then they announced that 10 songs would be fan chosen by survey so there's a chance for some underperformed stuff and now I'm committed to fit it in.

And that was my stupid YOLO weekender. Next Japan trip is...well, definitely end of May for D4DJ XROSS BEAT. Maybe before then for Roselia?

#bandori #bang dream #RAS #raise a suilen #poppin'party #popipa #mygo!!!!!#tiptoe.#revue starlight #starlight kukugumi

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marengogo · 2 years ago

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QUICKIE - 2: Watchu Want Me To Say Tho?!...

Listening to INDIGO by RM on repeat. STILL. YES. I KNOW.

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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I know, I know, I know .. I have blogs to complete, comments to reply and asks waiting for me to answer; I know. There are reasons for the lack thereof, of course, but today, today I will not stay here and bore you with My Lifes’ Whys, I’m currently feeling a heavy wave of sadness, which I am starting to finally recognise as a sign that my period is looming. Used to only have pain, but now I’ve evolved to heave-ass sadness ungracefully tiptoeing its way into depression, which given some personal stuff and very recent Tannie Jin specifically stuff, couldn’t have come at a worse time. But I digress, as I said, today I shall not share negative stuff.

Instead, I’d like to share a cute/funny/peculiar thing that I realised/noticed Jikook do from time to time when they start something with each other and one of them proceeds to perhaps take it a bit too far until the other is left in a situation where they are like: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” NGL, most of it is usually JM, but JK has his fair share;source: Trust Me Bro. As this is a “quickie” I’ll bring up 3 examples for each. Let’s start with JM.

#1 … IT’S JUST A GAME THO.

Time & Place: RUN BTS 15 - Aired March 14, 2017.

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This was the second episode of “The Spy Who Returned” 3 parts RUN BTS episodes. At the very beginning of the episode, they are playing a “tolerance” game where they are divided into couples and each has to say something that they don’t like or that bothered them about the other and the other has to not be offended and “sincerely” state that they “understand/I see”. The couples were: Tae & Namjoon, JM & Jin and JK and Hobi (Yoongi was the host).

JK & Hobi went last and though JK had nothing to say, Hobi did, lots to say in fact 😂, which in itself would have been enough but JM, out of nowhere, had the not-so-brilliant impulse to get up in there, uncalled, to question JK about a mysterious toothbrush. JK is clearly taken-aback like all of us watching I am sure given that he and JM are in the same team. Yet JM doesn’t stop, he clearly wants to hear something from JK in regards to … the toothbrush. JK does reply, and says that the toothbrush wasn’t his and JM stands there speechless, seemingly not expecting that answer … oh the confusion of it all! … which is why JK’s “it wasn’t me” actually really felt to me more like a: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” .

This to me in “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …”-vibe is very close to the “JK hugs me when he sleeps” moment which happened at the Sinchon Fansign - May 15, 2015.

#2 SO MUCH FOR PRESENTS …

Time & Place: FESTA 2017 - Aired June 12, 2017.

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We’ve actually already discussed this in a different previous post. This was one of the few times where JK wasn’t able to even try and reply to something. If it were me, and we were just friends, you’d have to wait for me to gift you something on your next birthday: YES I’M PETTY. Yet, homeboi pulled up that same year with a trip to Tokyo as a gift, so obviously the problem wasn’t the question itself. What was the problem? We will most likely never know, but in that very moment JK’s silence was definitely a: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” silence.

#3 SO YOU GETTING MARRIED UH?

Time & Place: WEVERSE LIVE in Busan - October 15, 2022.

This is one of my recent personal favs, because as opposed to the Jikook VLIVE - June 21, 2020, which also had to do with a marriage related question, this time around JK tried his very best to not divert the convo and hold his own. Yeah, he really did … but JM was not having it. He really wasn’t. How many of you have said “Yoongi Marry Me” for fun? How many of them have said “Yoongi Marry Me” for fun, including JM? At times even changing the Subject all in good fun.

This time around, JK simply mentioned that saw “Jungkook Marry Me” and all hell broke loose. Yeah, for some reason, JM wasn’t having it, and so began a little back-and-forth between the two at the end of which JM accepted that in summary JK “just saw the sign and meant to take no action”. JM smiled/laughed, got up and got out of frame. JK also smiled, watching JM leave, with a: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” giggle, like I don’t even know what just happened tho! aaand he proceeded to wait for him to get back like:

Jiminah … 😬.

And now it’s JK’s turn. Differently from JM this young man is a tad more determined in getting his answers and JM indulges, for the most part, in fact I’ve noticed that he’s never just kept silent, but don’t let it fool you, cause at times, whatever answer he provides wasn’t the answer JK was looking for; lest we forget that JM is indeed the HYUNG … but yeah, let’s get it!

#1 SOMETHING ABOUT THIS PICTURE …

Time & Place: JinJiKook VLIVE in Osaka - December 15, 2016.

Jin and Jimin decide to have a candy-centric episode of EatJin, and Jimin seems to be a bit on his mischievous streak right from the bat, but Jin, being the outstanding eldest hyung that he is doesn’t seem to mind at all and cutely goes along with his playful dongsaeng. All is well thus far until the bell rings and, you’ve guessed, it is JK.

By this point Jin, like all of us, is still very much oblivious to any argument/quarrel which might have happened between JM and JK, one may even dare say that frankly my dears, he didn’t give a damn! But JM had damns to give and so he did, testing JK on the other side of Jin’s closed hotel room. Jin is now starting to get confused and to this point, JM has full control of the whole situation, until JK whips out his cellphone.

Quite clearly JM didn’t take JK seriously, at first, he even egged him to post “whatever questionable pic” JK thought he had but that was Jin’s danger-alert-signal moment: no questionable pic was going to be uploaded on his watch and that’s how the doors were finally opened to the maknae. So, once JK got his way into the room, Jin, and us watching, clearly could sense something going on, but as for what exactly, nobody had a good clue. Like anything else revolving around Jikook afterall, for example, we may know that they once fought and JK ended up crying in the rain (FESTA 2020 - Aired June 12, 2020), but as to what caused the argument? … 🤷🏾‍♀️.

JM at this point is still trying to have it his way don’t ask me why, how would I know?! But JK was high on courage that day and ever so casually, the moment JM tried to leave the room, he once again whipped out his phone, pulled up a particular pic which we got to see later as JK did momentarily uploaded and it seemed he had something like a hickey on his neck and simply said “I took a good selfie” and JM quickly sat back down and replied “I won’t go then, all right” in a very: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” resigned manner. Then again, if the selfie was just that, a good selfie, JM could have easily said “sure, go ahead and show them”, but that’s not what happened right?

#2 STILL, YOU TURNED IT OFF

Time & Place: Jungkook (eventually TaeJiJinKook) VLIVE in New Jersey - May 19, 2019.

Yet again, Jin and Jimin were up to their shenanigans with our maknae, who just wanted to show his face to ARMY. That’s all he wanted but the other two ended the stream. So what does one do? If you are a JM you post a quick apology video on twitter, but if you are a JK you start your own stream: obviously.

This stream is supposed to be just you doing exactly what you wanted to do to begin with, show your face to ARMY, but then … all of a sudden there is a cough in the background and the plan folds when do plans every work anyways?!, immaright?.

Hence starts a whole convo summarising what just happened in Jin’s room leading up to JK’s “cutting off” during which not only does JM explain himself, he also apologises and lets JK once again know that he loves him. Yet, JK still stresses that, he just👏🏾 can’t 👏🏾let👏🏾 it 👏🏾go👏🏾 at which point JM decides that it is time for him to leave in a very: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” fashion, more like “what else do you want me to say?!”.

#3 I SEE HOW IT IS …

Time & Place: FESTA 2022 - June 14, 2022.

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Emotions are running high, slightly tipsy, but still hella high as the boys start getting us ready to momentarily part from them. Within all of this there is a lot, A LOT, of banter there are even first official talk of a PJM1 and everyone was hella excited, ARMY and TANNIES alike except for a certain JK who playfully made it known that he didn’t appreciate not knowing about progress in said PJM1, not once, not twice, not thrice, but 4 times (didn’t put the 4th time in the pic because, you know, aesthetics 😌).

JM does try to explain that he’d told everyone that they were all more than welcome to go and listen to him working if they wanted though apparently JK wanted his hyung to go to him instead, but that is a different story … in addition, when Namjoon pointed out that Hobi will always be the first for JM, both JM and Hobi quickly worked together to deny the “accusations” but at this point I think JK was very much speeding on the “I AM UPSET”-train, so much so that none of it seemed to matter and he very much and very blatantly ended up telling JM:

At which JM did reply, quickly, shyly and all the colors in between, that “I am sorry” but in a very: I mean “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” way, and who knows, were the cameras not on he might have had more to add, but, we’ll never know!

There are actually many more moments I can think of, and much funny at that, but this was supposed to be a quickie, and I can see that it ain’t damn … So let me just leave you all with this, go make myself productive, and not stress about life for a second or two. Hope you all have a great week, okay? Okay!

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💗 pink heart in honour of Jin,

Marengo.

#QUICK JKK #Jikook #Watchu Want Me To Say Tho Jikook #Youtube

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hercleverboy · 4 years ago

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spencer reid x fem!reader

summary ↠ spencer and the reader watch the stars and talk about their future.

category ↠ fluff

warnings/includes ↠ none

word count ↠ 1.7k

dedicating this fluff fest to my wifey, @alltooreid thank you for not only your creative input on this, but also for being there for me when i needed someone. much love <333

“And so I named the stars one by one, after every favourite memory of you.” — Stephen Stilwell

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She whispered, eyes staring up into the night, drawn to the little specks of light dotted in the clear sky. They were laid on the soft grass, blanket beneath them as they looked up together, beaming smiles on both their faces.

He grinned down at the woman who rested her head on his chest, his arms wound tightly around her. “It certainly is. I’m surprised the sky is so clear tonight, I really didn’t think we were going to be able to see much.” He admitted with a little laugh.

She chuckled at that. “You didn’t think we’d see much, and yet you still let me drag you out here at an ungodly hour so we could watch the stars?” She asked, shuffling slightly so she could look up at him.

“Of course. You’re cute when you’re excited, I didn’t have the heart to tell you that the probability of the sky being clear enough for us to see anything was only around 37%.” He explained, intertwining their hands together. “But there you go again, proving me wrong.”

“Hm. Aren’t you supposed to be a genius or something?” She joked, making him roll his eyes.

“I am! Unless you too can recite the Bible from memory? Or the manual for our microwave?” He joked, causing Y/N to give him a gentle shove.

“Can I ask you something?” She whispered, looking up at him.

He breathed out. “Anything.”

They were quiet for a little while before she spoke again. “Do you ever think about our future?”

Spencer’s breath hitched at the question.

Of course, he thought about their future. All the time. Marriage, kids, a big house with a white picket fence, perhaps even a dog. It was the ‘apple-pie’ life he’d dreamt of, more than he’d like to admit.

He gave her a squeeze, one of reassurance.

They’d been together for two years. Two years that had simultaneously been the best and worst of his life. In those years he’d nearly died after being shot in the neck, he’d lost Alex, Kate, Gideon, and the team was still under immense threat from Mr. Scratch. And somehow, admist all the chaos, he’d met this incredible woman who had helped him through it all. The last few months in particular had been rough for him. With Morgan leaving the team and his mother’s condition worsening, it had certainly made him reconsider everything he had in his life and also reminded him of not only what he’d lost, but what he’d gained.

Y/N sighed, but still gave Spencer a smile. “It’s ok. We don’t have to talk about it, I was only wondering.”

“No, no. It’s ok. I’m just trying to gather my thoughts, is all.” He assured her, moving to sit up straight. Y/N sat up too, Spencer reaching out and grabbing one of her hands to hold tightly in his. “I think about it all the time, truthfully.” He mumbled.

“You do?”

“Of course, I do. You’re it for me, Y/N.” He gave a small smile, his gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. “It’s just, I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”

Y/N nodded, urging him to continue.

“I’ve been thinking about my position at the BAU.” He stated firmly. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly in shock, surprised at the confession. The way he said it was so sure, so certain. He’d evidently been thinking about it for quite some time.

“Ever since Morgan left, I’ve been going over it again and again in my head. I understand why he left. His family needed him and it’s honestly the most admirable thing I’ve ever seen him do. I just wonder,” He paused, biting down on his lip in thought. “Would it be wise for me to make the same decision he did?”

Y/N frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I just mean— Y/N I love you. I want us to get married, have children, I want us to have a life together. And after watching Morgan, seeing how he gave up the job for his family, don’t you think I should do that too? For you, for us?” He explained, eyes finally meeting her worried ones.

“Woah, woah Spence. Are you saying you’re thinking of leaving the BAU?” She clarified, moving a little closer to him.

Spencer nodded. “I know, it seems crazy right? At first I couldn’t believe that I was even considering it but I’ve thought about it a lot and it just, it seems like the right thing to do.” He gave a small shrug. “If we’re going to have a life together I want our family to be my priority, and I just don’t think I can do that while I’m still doing this job. I’ve seen it all first hand. I watched Hotch lose Haley, I watched Morgan nearly lose Savannah, all because of this job.”

Y/N shook her head slowly, much to Spencer’s surprise. “Spencer... I won’t be the reason that you leave a job that you worked so hard for, a job that you love so much. What about the team? They’re your family- “

It was Spencer’s turn to shake his head, cutting her off mid-sentence. “You’re right. The team are my family, but so are you. And if they care about me like I know they do, they’ll support me with this. And as for jobs? There are plenty out there that I’ll enjoy. I’ve actually been thinking of getting in contact with Alex, maybe asking about teaching opportunities at Georgetown.”

Y/N looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing as she studied his face intently. He avoided her eyes, small smile pulling at his lips.

She smiled back, a knowing look on her face. “You’ve already spoken to Alex about it, haven’t you?”

Spencer chuckled with a nod. “You know me too well. I spoke to her last week. She said there’s an open spot as the head of the Criminal Psychology department. The job is mine if I want it.”

Y/N gave him a grin, squeezing his hands. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He nodded, but that wasn’t enough for her. “No, I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you’re not going to resent me in a few years because of this.”

He was quick to shake his head, pulling her toward him as one of his hands came up to cup her face. “I would never resent you.”

“So, this is what you want?” She asked once more, just so she knew he was absolutely sure.

He nodded adamantly. “I want you. I’m only ever going to want you.” He murmured the words so softly that it made Y/N’s heart ache. “Now, and for the rest of my days.”

With joyful tears building in her eyes she nodded, enveloping him in a hug as he kissed the side of her forehead.

Spencer let out a sigh accompanied by a teary smile. He gave her a squeeze, his hands soothing along her back as he looked up at the stars. “Did you know, there’s an old Buddhist saying that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making. We’re supposedly, quite literally, bound together through space and time. Isn’t that cool?” He rambled, earning a chuckle from Y/N.

“That is really cool.” She agreed.

“You know I’m a man of science, but how else is it possible that you came into my life at a time where I needed you the most?” He whispered the last part, as though he was afraid to be so vulnerable as to let the words leave his lips. “Do you- do you think it’s possible that the stars brought us together?”

She grinned, tilting back her head slightly to look up at the stars with him. “Yeah, I think so.”

Spencer looked down in awe at the baby girl pressed against his bare chest. Josephine June Reid, barely three days old and already she had her father wrapped right around her tiny finger. Nothing he’d ever felt before compared to the feeling he had when he looked down at her, his little girl, his daughter. She slept peacefully against him, her little chest rising and falling rhythmically as his hands soothed over her back, gently rocking her.

There was a soft knock on the nursery door, his tired-looking wife pushing it open. “Spence?”

He looked up, and offered her a warm smile. “Hey, you’re supposed to be resting.”

Y/N gave a sleepy grin, moving toward them. “You know that we’re supposed to sleep when she does, right?”

He snickered at that, raising an eyebrow at her. “You only gave birth three days ago. You know I’m going to tell you to get back into bed, right? Doctor’s orders.”

She held her hands up in a mock surrender, placing a kiss on the side of Spencer’s head. “I know.”

It was silent for a moment, the new parents just staring down at the little life they’d created, filled with such a warmth, such a happiness that they’d never felt before.

“I can’t put her down, not yet. I don’t want to let her go.” Spencer whispered, bringing up a finger to soothe over his daughter’s cheek. “I love her so much.”

“I know. She loves you too.” Y/N assured, watching with joy at how Spencer was with their daughter. He really was a natural with kids.

“You really should go back to bed, love. You need all the rest you can get.” He warned in a playful tone.

Y/N chuckled a little with a nod, bending down to press a gentle kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “I’m not going to fight you on that one Doc, I’m exhausted.” She ruffled the curls on her husband’s head, offering him a warm smile. “Love you. Come back to bed soon, yeah?”

Spencer nodded, promising he would.

Before Y/N left the nursery, she turned back to her husband, calling his name softly. “Spence?”

“Yeah, love?”

“Do you regret it now?” She whispered, her fingers fumbling together as though she was afraid she wouldn’t like his answer. “Do you regret leaving the BAU?”

The question made him frown, it made him think. Did he regret leaving?

His eyes flickered between his wife and the beautiful little girl against his chest and he smiled slightly at the realisation. This was everything he’d ever wanted, here, right in front of him. Every decision he’d made, every moment of heartache, every person he’d lost, they had all lead him there. To that very moment.

And for that, he was so incredibly grateful.

“No.” He replied, his voice as sure as the day he first mentioned leaving. “Not even for a second.”

He supposed he had the stars to thank for that.

#spencer reid #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler #mgg x reader #mgg #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer x y/n #criminal minds

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gunsatthaphan · 4 years ago

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~ Introducing: Monthly BL Breakdown ~

- JUNE 2021 -

hello lovely people! ♥️

Since the bl world is always on the move and it can be difficult to keep up, I thought I’d make a little segment on this blog where I summarize everything that’s going on in the bl universe once a month. Including new shows that aired, upcoming shows, stuff I particularly liked/disliked this month and any kind of news that are worth mentioning (new show announcements, honorable mentions, cancellations, etc...)

I know there are already a ton of update accounts all over the internet but I figured the more the better? 🙈 So here we go! - Updates coming at the end of every month! :)

Also since I probably won’t be able to cover every single detail, feel free to reblog/add a reply with more stuff! ♥️

~ Disclaimer: All shows can be streamed here or here! For more info about the shows, check out their MDL pages! ~

What came out this month? (green tick = seen or currently watching)

🌟2Gether the Movie - June 4th (Japan)

🌟Worth The Wait - June 5th

🌟Lovely Writer Special Ep - June 9th ✅

🌟Gaya Sa Pelikula Special Eps - June 11th

🌟Stuck On You - June 11th

🌟Country Boy - June 15th

🌟Lust Never Lasts - June 15th

🌟Love’s Outlet - June 17th

🌟Hometown’s Embrace - June 18th

🌟Golden Blood - June 23rd ✅

🌟Made in Rooftop - June 23rd

🌟We Best Love: No. 1 For You Special Edition - June 25th ✅

🌟My Boy - June 27th

🌟Love By Fehler - June 27th

🌟Ossan’s Love: Love or Dead - June 28th

🌟Light On Me - June 29th ✅

Monthly likes/dislikes

❣️ Lovely Writer special EP - I was living for the supernatural theme and I loved that they decided to go into a different direction for the final installment of the show. I miss them so much 🥺

❣️ IPYTM - Despite everything I really liked it. I obv hated the story around the breakup but I liked the way it was executed. Jai’s actions were more than questionable but I think he’s a fascinating character and I respect them so much for choosing a path like this.

❣️ Nitiman - Idk why but they all stole my heart lol. Bbomb and Jin are the best and it’s my guilty pleasure of the summer for sure lol.

❣️ FUTS - this show was super chaotic and for the first time I had the aggressive feeling of straight up being too old for this sh*t lmao. Gmmtv really outdid themselves in terms of silliness lol. It took me a while to get into it but I eventually warmed up to it and Mork and Pi grew on me so much! They’re absolutely adorable; especially episode 10 was pure bliss; also the finale was better than I expected!!! It was a fun ride for sure <3

👎🏻 Y-Destiny - This show has been a disappointment. PuthKaeng were a highlight and the MasukTeeJia story is not bad either (also the best one for sure) but the rest was just straight up awful. So many stories were super strange & way too cliché and most of the acting is not good. Which is a shame because the concept of the show is actually not bad; but sadly the execution is very poor.

New show announcements

🎥 Call It What You Want ss2 - coming July 23rd -> official trailer (Thailand)

🎥 The Theory series (starring Dome Woranart, Ken Prarunyu and others) - date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Best Sisters Forever - coming July 2nd on GagaOOLala (Taiwan)

🎥 Rainbow Prince - date TBA (Philippines)

🎥 ฟ้าลั่นรักเดอะซีรีส์ (Fah Lan Rak The Series) - coming 2022 (Thailand)

🎥 Check Out (starring Best Vittawin & Chahub Marut) - coming August 2021 -> first teaser (Thailand)

🎥 Love Stage (starring Kaownah & Turbo) - coming 2021 (Thailand)

🎥 Light - coming August 13th 2021 (Taiwan)

Other news from the bl world

❗️Singto P. and Tae D. will be the leads of a new bl adaption called “Paint With Love”, along with Yoon P., Yacht S. (Pond in LBC), Natty T. (Aim in Nitiman), Gun K. (Green in 2Gether), Maengmum (Yiwha in TWM) and others.

❗️The official poster for The Tuxedo was released - date TBA

❗️2Gether the Movie came out in Japanese movie theaters on June 4th, though so far, Japanese fans are unwilling to spoil anything lol.

❗️The complete soundtrack of 7 songs for the upcoming show 7Project was released. The official air date of the show is still TBA

❗️Kaownah and Turbo will be the leads of the upcoming series Love Stage, the thai adaption of the japanese manga - date TBA.

❗️The official soundtrack for the upcoming second season of CIWYW has been released

❗️Teddy Jen from HIStory 1 got engaged to his boyfriend (which maybe isn’t newsworthy but he made a really cute post about it so I wanted to share 💜)

❗️JOOX Music announced the production of “Fan Krub”, starring Ohm T., Perth T., Tommy S. and others. - date TBA.

Upcoming shows & movies for July

☝🏻Pornographer - July 1st (Japan)

☝🏻Sweet Curse - July 1st (South Korea)

☝🏻Best Sisters Forever - July 2nd (Taiwan)

☝🏻Why Love Why SS2 - July 3rd (Philippines)

☝🏻Don’t Say No Special EP - July 4th (Thailand)

☝🏻Him Will Be His - July 8th (Philippines)

☝🏻Unforgettable Love - July 8th (Philippines)

☝🏻The Best Story - July 9th (Thailand)

☝🏻Love While You Can - July 10th (Philippines)

☝🏻The Yearbook - July 15th (Thailand)

☝🏻Given - July 17th (Japan)

☝🏻Love Area - July 17th (Thailand)

☝🏻Call It What You Want SS2 - July 23rd (Thailand)

☝🏻Lockdown - July 23rd (Philippines)

☝🏻Gameboys: The Movie - July 30th (Philippines)

#doreens monthly bl breakdown #bl dramas #thai bl #update #news #i still cant process that we will see maengmum again dsjkhfsd #this show is gonna be lit yo #also im actually really hyped for CIWYW ss2 #i need more marco and bas in my life #also the best story is already coming out in july which is way sooner than i thought sjdkhsd #also not at me being very intrigued by the check out series jfhkdsd #im just excited to see best again lol #so much stuff coming #help

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sailorfailures · 5 years ago

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June 30th is Usagi “Chibi-Usa” Small Lady Tsukino/Sailor Chibi Moon’s Birthday!

So how can you celebrate?

☾ Rewatch or reread your favourite Cheebs-centric chapter, episode, or musical! She is a pivotal character in both the second and fourth story arcs of the manga and both anime series, and plays a key role in many musicals based on those same story arcs. Particular highlights from those seasons from the classic anime include episode 060, her introduction; episodes 073 and 074, where her distrust and frustration towards Usagi comes to a head and they work together to defeat Rubeus; episode 075, where her dream is hijacked by a Droid and the Sailor Guardians must earn the trust of a Chibi-Usa who has never met them before; episode 085, where Wiseman manipulates her into becoming the evil Wicked Lady, and episode 088, where she is finally restored; episode 104, where she travels back from the future to rejoin the Sailor Team (though technically she appears at the end of episode 103); and episode 158, where Palla Palla swaps her and Usagi’s ages for a day.

Did you know there are even some manga side-stories focused specially on her? “Chibi-Usa’s Picture Diary” is a series of four short comics based on Chibi-Usa’s adventures with her friends. Kodansha has released these officially in Sailor Moon Short Stories Vol. 1.

☾ Chibi-Usa has several official image songs across different canons you can play for her big day:

90s Anime: Yume wo Ijimenaide [“Don’t Tease My Dreams”]; Bai Bai tte Itta [“I’ll Say Bye-Bye”] Crystal: Otome no Susume [ “A Maiden’s Recommendation”]; Musicals: Mata Mata Chibi-Usa Desu [“Chibi-Usa’s Back Again”]; Chibi-Usa no Hanran [“Chibi-Usa’s Rebellion”]; PINKY TYPHOON; Chibi-Usa no Kokoroiki [“Chibi-Usa’s Disposition”]; Chibi-Usa no Umi [“Chibi-Usa’s Ocean”] She also had a duet with Hotaru Tomoe/Sailor Saturn in Un Nouveau Voyage, Chiisa na Kagayaki [“A Small Glimmer”].

She also has a few songs related to her evil alter-ego, “Wicked Lady”:

BLACK MOON SIGNAL; Kono Kodou Kara Yoru wa Umarenai [“The Night Won’t be Born From This Pulse”] as a solo (CD release) or duet (live recording)

Here’s a playlist of these songs and other Chibi Moon BGM cues!

☾ Indulge in Chibi-Usa’s favourite foods! Like her mother, she has a major sweet tooth - in particular, she loves purin, which while often translated as “pudding” refers to a specific Japanese dessert similar to flan. She also loves pancakes, particularly those made by her mother figure Ikuko - try adding blueberries!

Or, you could bake Chibi-Usa’s specialty, apple pie with a lattice crust, or some animal-shaped cookies with sparkly little decorations - but keep in mind the best cookies are the ones which might look a little funny, but taste delicious! Just remember to brush your teeth later or risk a visit to the ~haunted dentist~.

Again like her mother, her least favourite food is carrots - despite their namesake - so you might prefer to skip them for the day.

☾ Chibi-Usa is still figuring out what she likes and practices a lot of hobbies over the course of the series. That said, she is consistently shown to be a passionate and talented artist! She likes to paint and draw and, although she finds it difficult, also enjoys sculpting. Why not break out the old watercolour paints or air-dry clay? You could also ask a family member you admire to pose for some life-drawing practice. (Just don’t be offended if they’re a little vain.)

☾ Chibi-Usa liked to perform little magic tricks to cheer people up, a habit she learned from her guardian figure Sailor Pluto - “if you feel sad, say the magic word ‘abracadabra’ and you’ll soon feel happy again.” Of course, Chibi-Usa had the assistance of her magical tech-toy “Luna-P,” which could transform into objects at will, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn some sleight-of-hand to brighten someone’s day!

☾ Dress like Chibi-Usa for the day! Despite being a kid, she has a very mature sense of style, and often dresses quite sophisticatedly; perhaps a reflection of her desire to be grown up. She’s often seen wearing an imitation of a Japanese school uniform, so it might be time to wear something uniformy-but-cute yourself. When not mimicking a sailor suit, she trends between two extremes; regal layers and frills with darker, richer colours, or bright, sporty, and colour-blocked to emphasize her youthful energy. Common colours are blues, grey, and yellow. Her favourite accessories included red-and-white ribboned saddle shoes, a backpack shaped (or even made out of) a stuffed toy, a hairbow matched to her outfit, and a broad sunhat with red ribbon gifted to her by Ikuko.

As Sailor Chibi Moon, her uniform is similar to Sailor Moon’s but with even more hearts, so if you have any loveheart-shaped accessories it’s time to PILE them on. Her image colours are sugar pink and red.

Chibi-Usa’s hairstyle might seem like a physical impossibility - her creator Naoko Takeuchi certainly thought so - but believe it or not, it’s possible to do yourself without a wig or extensions! Follow a tutorial like the one below to nail that signature pinecone-odango-head look.

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☾ If you’re one of those fans who vehemently dislikes Chibi-Usa, take today as an opportunity let go of the hatred in your heart. Healing starts today.

☾ ‼ DO NOT ‼ touch random crystals that don’t belong to you. Trust us.

☾ Fav and read some Sailor Chibi Moon fanart and fanfic on sites like DeviantART, Twitter and AO3 - or contribute your own new content! Don’t forget to tag!

Feel free to reply and reblog with your own ideas of how you’re going to celebrate Chibi-Usa’s day!

Happy Birthday, Cheebs!

also I think it’s someone else��s birthday too but I can’t remember 🤔

#sailor moon #sailor chibi moon #sailor mini moon #chibi usa #rini #long post #birthday #everyone and their mother knows it's sailor moon's birthday today so we are gonna give chibi-usa the birthday bash she deserves!!#(please ... remember what happened the last time they forgot)

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an0nymousghost · 3 years ago

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I posted 2,379 times in 2021

1933 posts created (81%)

446 posts reblogged (19%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.2 posts.

I added 3,374 tags in 2021

#ts4 gameplay - 938 posts

#random nightmares - 503 posts

#ts4 random legacy - 495 posts

#replies - 343 posts

#an0nymous - 234 posts

#r - 216 posts

#txt - 194 posts

#get famous! (with noelle) - 154 posts

#ts4 get famous - 150 posts

#wcif - 147 posts

Longest Tag: 128 characters

#im sad because it's ending (like i always am) and also because there could've been more content but they decided to end it early

My Top Posts in 2021

updated hair swatches (works with genetics - 6/22/21) by an0nymousghost / celeschul / stardze / teauke

AHH i can finally breathe. i knew i had a lot of cc but i didn’t know i had this much. this took me 10 days (june 5 - june 14) and like 40+ hours? idk but it’s finally here! to celebrate i wrote a literal essay.

7/24/21 edit - this folder only contains the cc i’ve made through 6/15/21! it is highly unlikely that i’ll be updating this in the future. i don’t update my files often, but if you want the most recent versions of EVERYTHING, i suggest going through the original posts

please read though all the notes before downloading! (or not idc)

here are my 223 hairs updated in a 22 swatch palette. the 6 new ones are courtesy of @aharris00britney, and the 16 other are adjustments of the ea colors so the textures are clearer.

i also updated some of the meshes, if you want to know exactly what i updated it’s on the spreadsheet.

the thumbnails are the same unless stated otherwise (i only updated them if they were unbearably ugly lol)

the names are all the same so you can just pop them in your mods folder and click replace! if a hair was in a zip file, i kept it in its folder.

i did this by myself and i haven’t had anyone test it, so if there is any swatches that i forgot to import, please let me know through ask! it’s pretty easy to update it and the post. however, idk if i’ll be updating the massive zip file because it is tedious to do

i’ve also included all of the meshes needed for simplicity. credit goes to the creators!

all the posts are updated with links as well. a lot of my mediafire links broke tho :( i wrote a post on it here

view all the original posts here or here

palette:

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**update (6/14/21) - amber headband includes the mesh now ;)

girls hair dump 03

support creds go to kat @koalapixels 🤩

these should’ve been simple but my brain was cracking in half by the end

barbare hair - cute pigtails!! - adult mesh by @isjao

amber hair - princessy girl - adult mesh by @candysims4 - headband is a modified version of this conversion ( ad. creds to @okruee)

florence hair - curly half up half down - adult mesh by @clumsyalienn - scrunchie found in acc (you need the mesh!) - high poly (18k) - unisex??

download / alt @maxismatchccworld

1557 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 20:31:00 GMT

child conv: @aharris00britney’s mica hair (redux)

i made this a while ago but when i was updating it with the new swatches, i decided to fix a bunch of issues and ended up just remaking all the packages. i fought a hard battle against this hair and i turned out vicarious

clips found in hats (25 swatches, love bomb)

ombres found in acc

x22 ea colors

x20 tropical punch

minor mesh edits

usual stuff: meshes included, 22 swatches, bgc

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**updated 6.5.21 for 6 new colors

shiloh hair - @okruee

i swear this hair was screaming at me to be converted for toddlers

- i converted the strands version because i like it better, but i manually made a no strands version which you can view here - enabled the scrunchie acc for toddler (requires mesh!) - kinda high poly (16k/14k) - not hat compatible

download (sfs) download (zip file, alt)

@maxismatchccworld

*updated no strands - 5.3.21 to be compatible with the adult version

2086 notes • Posted 2021-04-21 21:53:30 GMT

fluffy pony - @ravensim

ft my g5 daughter lynn :) more pictures of this hair here

- rq by @fiftymilehighclub (a long time ago 🙊) - 22 colors - custom thumbnail

download links: sfs | google drive @maxismatchccworld

**updated 6.5.21 for 6 new colors

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tsunchani · 4 years ago

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heeseung - strangers

࿐ྂ (@enhypenwriters collaboration)

࿐ྂ word count: 5.8k+

࿐ྂ pairing: stranger!heeseung x stranger!reader

࿐ྂ genre: PG-15, strangers to lovers!au and 1990's!au

࿐ྂ warning: a bit sad. heeseung first relationship! lee heeseung fans line up!

࿐ྂ credits:

special thanks to...

1. lovely twinnie @chaoticdeobi! thank you love for being my beta-reader! my twinnie was meant to expand it, i am owning the storyline! + she falls for heeseung.

2. bong-vely sissy @jung-snoopy-woo, thank you for liking the story and encourage me with your lovely words!

࿐ྂ pritty's note: i am sorry, it’s delayed i know T_T!

so this is for you guys! i hope you like it, please comment and reblog! enjoy the story love!

23rd June, 1991.

“Yo, Heeseung, my man!” The mentioned lad grinned, approaching his campus best friend, Jay, and greeting him with a high five. Heeseung smiled widely, delighted to meet his friend even if it was probably the last time he’d see him in person, in a very long time.

After getting transferred to one of Australia’s universities, it was only appropriate for Jay to host a farewell party, at least.

“Yo Jay, my handsome man!”

“Yeah, I am the handsome man here!” He replied, opening his arms and acknowledging the compliment, although there wasn’t a hint of conceit in his voice.

“Well, I mean, girls are all over you.” Heeseung jokes, right hand inside his pocket as he slung the other on Jay's shoulder.

“Come on now, we both know who’s fooling around, heeseung. Girls are all over you.” Bringing his wine glass to his mouth, he sipped on the cola and savored the flavor lingering on his lips and tongue.

Heeseung chuckled, then turning his head to glance at the waitress holding a tray with drinks placed on it. Heeseung didn’t miss the way her eyes were already fixed on his figure. He grabbed the cola smoothly from the tray when she passed by him, without daring to make eye contact with her. He didn’t want another girl outside the campus to be all over him. He had enough people swarming over for his attention, and he definitely did not want to be held accountable for any future heartbreaks he didn’t mean to make.

People. All over him. Everyday.

Heeseung had never dated; he always refused when his friends set him up on blind dates. Many have tried and failed, attempting to figure out how to set him up, but never succeeded. And so they simply gave up.

Jay opened his mouth, only to close it back again when Heeseung pointed his index finger at him, knowing he knew what Jay wanted to say.

“I haven’t said anything!”

“I know what you wanted to say. Just shut it.”

Jay rolled his eyes along with a shake of his head, shrugging and muttering, “If you say so.”

He takes a sip of his drink again.

Heesung changed the topic, and it didn’t take long until the conversation between them drifted well. Soon, and before they knew it, Jay’s girlfriend chirped in, discoursing with them as well.

Soon enough, their conversation went wild; there’s laughing all around, talking about school stuff, the hilarious moments they had, reminiscing the moments they’ve had with their other friends just in an attempt to bring back nostalgia. Then, before Heeseung knew it again, the issue about relationships had resurfaced.

While it was nothing detrimental to him, Heeseung still turned away and tried not to listen to it. Deep inside, he knew where the topic where Jay and his girlfriend were heading to. So instead, he tried to distract himself by looking at the people around him one by one, trying to recognize the familiar faces from the campus.

Of course. Jay was a sociable person so he invited people that he knew, including his brother and his sister’s friends. Being a ‘known guy’ on and off campus sure had its perks.

Just when he wanted to rejoin the conversation of Jay and his lover, he caught sight of you, in your dazzling glory, from across the room. Heeseung, stunned on his spot, observed you for a whole minute, inwardly hoping he did not look like a weird stalker as of the moment. Then, his brain went outright blank after hearing your laugh from a distance, then finally seeing your pearly smile.

He felt disoriented, like he’s petrified and doesn’t know what to do next.

All Heeseung knew was that your friend was laughing, followed by you with the topic that she had brought up. Then, to his surprise, you turned around, accidentally making eye contact with just the man who was watching you. That lasted for a brief moment, for in an instant, you were back to laughing around with your friend, your voice seemingly growing louder by the second you get more amused.

Beautiful, Heeseung thought. Your hand covered the wide smile on your lips, and yet he couldn’t bear to take his eyes off of you.

Didn’t he just tell Jay to shut up about relationships? About potential lovers? But, why did he suddenly feel like he wants to listen to your laugh all day, wants to make you smile for as long as he could, have you in his arms as you rejoice in the euphoria of his love? That isn’t what falling in love feels like, isn’t it? It can’t be.

Heeseung surprised himself when he took a step the moment your friend walked away. He was shy, of course he was, but then you stood alone, hand gently placed on top of your elbow, waiting for somebody to come and entertain you. Then you looked back at Heeseung’s spot again, heart skipping a beat when you made eye contact with him for the second time tonight. And with the way you chewed on your bottom lip shyly before looking away, it was enough for Heeseung to know that you were merely waiting for him to make the first move.

He was about to take a step, then he backed away again. He couldn’t just approach you like that… can he? He probably needed some kind of backup or bridge to get to know you.

But as if the heavens heard his scrambled thoughts, it was thanks to destiny that Jay’s sister just happened to walk by in front of him.

“Hey, Dini.” Heeseung caught her arm. She jerked her head as she munched on her snack.

“Whot?” She asked with muffled words, cheeks resembling that of a chipmunk.

“D-d-do you know that girl?” Dini followed where Heeseung was pointing to, shy eyes barely looking at your figure, who stood stiffly on the same spot, unmoving. Dini chuckled and turned to look at Heeseung.

“So, you could fall in love, Mr. Lee.” Dini eyed the brunette man beside her, smirking as she took notice of the way his eyes clung to your face.

“Oh shut it, Park. Just help me get to know her.” Heeseung hissed, embarrassed with her teasing.

“Oof, nice mouth, Lee.” Dini mocked shock while smirking at the flustered man. Heeseung, who seemed unfazed, only glared at her.

“What?” She blinked.

Seconds later, Dini merely rolled her eyes before she walked ahead of Heeseung, lifting and wiggling her index finger as a signal for him to follow her lead.

“C’mon Lee.”

Heeseung's eyes lit up as he followed the little Park. His heartbeat started to race the closer he got to you. Then, Dini stopped to call your name, to catch your attention. Heeseung almost clumsily bumped into Dini’s back like a lost little child.

He regained composure the moment you turned your head, hair flipping back as you looked at their direction with a smile. Heeseung’s heart, now unpredictable, thudded like crazy against his chest as beads of sweat rolled down his temple and gathered on his palms.

“y/n, this is Heeseung. Jake’s best friend. Heeseung, this is y/n, my friend and Rina’s sister.”

Heeseung instantly extended his hand to you, shyly enough for you to know that he’s quite hesitant as you are. Slowly, you enclosed your hand in his in a handshake.

You had to admit, even you cannot look into his beautiful eyes.

The moment your hand touched his, he felt sparks sparkling inside his stomach and his mind instantly went crazy. His breath became shaky, though he still tried his best to give you a smile.

“Hi, y/n. Glad to meet you.” Your ears and the stars in your eyes perked up when a manly yet cute, soft, voice came out of his lips and called your name. Deciding to lift your head, your gaze then met the galaxy in his eyes. Your heart raced against your chest again, like a teenager with a clumsy little crush, your skin crawling and tingling from head to toe. But then you tried your best to conceal your shyness, and gave him a smile.

“Hi, Heeseung, I’m glad to meet you.” At that moment, Heeseung was already smiling from ear to ear.

Thoughts started to fill his mind, and suddenly, he thought that maybe having one more person fall for him wouldn’t seem to be too bad after all— but rather what he somehow wanted. With both of you standing there, hands still clasping each other’s, you shyly looked away as Dini cleared her throat.

“Excuse me lovebirds. Don’t wanna be a third wheel here.” Dini said with a faux annoyed voice, glancing at Heeseung with a smirk on her face.

“Start your move, Lee.” She whispered just as she patted his shoulder before passing by him completely.

As Heeseung withdrew his hand, you shyly tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear. From here, everything would be alright.

After all, all it took was for you to meet Heeseung, a mere stranger a few moments ago, and yet you don’t know why you want to believe in love again. But it’s special, isn’t it?

It must be.

Heeseung had his head buried into his hand, fingers brushing over his features as he sighed. He sat beside the home telephone, the wind blowing harshly from outside the open window as if to boo him.

24th June, 1991.

The whole day, he’d been thinking about stuff, and it wasn’t exactly one you would ever want to hear. Why?

“What’s her name again?”

“I forgot.”

“Lee heeseung, you idiot!”

“Says you!”

And he couldn’t believe it himself. After a whole night of talking, and maybe even flirting, he still forgot your name.

Dating mustn't really be for him.

No. More like, falling in love really isn’t for him.

But then, it might be too early to actually declare anything, right?

As if the lightbulb above Heeseung’s head lit up, he lifted his head, backtracking the events that had happened in the party. Dini left, you both began to talk, hours passed, you were both delirious, he was borderline drunk, so Jay came in to rescue his friend from embarrassing himself, and then you waved goodbye, he started babbling, and so to shut him up… Jay slipped something into his palm.

That’s it.

Heeseung stood up and ran into his room. Taking a small paper in his hand, he ran back to the living room, grabbing the telephone and began punching the numbers written on the paper.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Heeseung placed the paper beside the telephone, still anxiously eyeing the number, praying it’s your home’s phone number and not some prank. It continued ringing, until on the seventh ring, the phone was finally picked up.

“Hello?” —came from the other line. Heeseung’s ears perked up in a mix of surprise and embarrassment. It’s not your voice, it’s a man’s voice. And if this was not your phone number, he swore to himself he’d pummel Jay for it.

“Hello, Mr., This is Heeseung. Lee Heeseung. I’m looking for, um— is this, um—”

“Are you perhaps… looking for y/n?”

When the familiar name left the man’s mouth, Heeseung’s eyes widened, and he found himself inhaling a shaky breath.

“Y-yes, sir. That’s her name.” Heeseung mumbled, blinking blankly while he licked his lips anxiously.

“Alright,” He said, and then there’s a plop from the other line. Heeseung bit his lip and anxiously bounced his legs, hoping he wasn’t too late to finally hit a score.

On the other side of the line, you sat peacefully atop your bed, nibbling on the crown of the pen in your hand— brows drawn into a furrow.

Something about the prose you wrote didn’t seem right.

“y/n, honey!” Called your dad, his voice muffled from the other side of your door.

“Yeah, dad?” You replied without removing your gaze from your little notebook. When he didn’t respond, you looked at the door for a few seconds. Still nothing.

Sighing, you slipped your slippers on, dragging your feet to approach the door.

“Yeah, daddy?” Opening the door and poking your head out from its crack, you turned your head to face your dad’s distinct figure. With the phone in between his shoulder and ear, it was his turn to turn to you, jerking his head towards the phone on the table.

“Heeseung.” He mouthed, and so your eyebrows jerked up reflexively.

“Heeseung?” You repeated softly, blinking as you closed the door behind you and approached your father. Softly, you took it from his hand, sitting on the little couch just beside the table.

Just before you were about to say something, you glanced at your father, who chuckled and generously urged you on, that it’s okay for you to talk to him. Slowly, you placed the phone beside your ear.

“Hello?” Your voice was a little shaky, and the fact that you know very well it was obvious made blood rush to your cheek. Luckily, Heeseung didn’t seem to mind.

“Hey, y/n, it’s Heeseung.”

And oh god, do you feel butterflies at the sound of his voice. Shyly, you tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear.

“Hi, Heeseung.” You greeted him right before chewing on your lower lip. Like a teenager in the peak stage of delirious puppy love, your fingers found its way onto the ringed wires of the phone, and you started to twirl it repeatedly around your finger in giddiness. “What’s up?”

“So, uh… I—” He paused, and with the way he repeatedly hissed at himself, you bit on your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing. “I just— ugh, fine, I will go straight to the point.”

He gulped, and then there was silence on the other side of the line for a while. You heard his stuttering, the loud shaky breaths that he kept on taking. He sounded like he was in the peak state of panic, and when the silence grew longer, your brows slowly started to furrow.

“Heeseung? Are you there? Are you o—”

“Go on a date with me?”

Pause.

And then, you could only break into a wide grin.

A mix of words began to flow into your mind, and even though it seemed to be coming in out of excitement and shock, it made sense.

You just know that after the phone call, your notebook will be filled with everything you’ve never thought of. And by the end of the night, your prose will become the most phenomenal one you’ve written yet.

Heeseung still couldn’t believe he was standing in front of your front door, because he asked you out on a date.

1st July, 1991.

He asked you out.

On a date.

Normally, he wouldn’t have given himself so much praise because he wasn’t conceited, but even he himself could not believe it. He finally asked somebody out, not the other way around, and he was pretty damn sure he’s got the hots for you.

And to top all that, you said yes.

The car key clanged against his ring and the jittery boy couldn’t help but slightly jolt on his spot. Upon hearing footsteps come closer to the door, he reached up to make sure his shirt was properly buttoned. The front door opened and he quickly tucked his shirt a bit out from his pants, then inwardly praying you were into that kind of style.

“Bye mum, bye dad!” Rung your voice as you opened the door, giving your smiley parents a wave before finally facing the stupefied man on your doorstep.

Do something.

Lee Heeseung, do some freaking thing.

It was what his mind was telling him to do, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Heeseung stood frozen on his spot, adoring your stylish get-up and the equally shy look on your face.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Heeseung’s eyes widened as he spoke, snapping out of his trance at the same time shaking his head at himself. “Y-you look… gorgeous.” He said in a whisper-like voice, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck shyly.

You chuckled, tucking strands of hair behind your ear. “Thank you.”

“S-shall we?” He asked, stepping aside and extending a hand to gesture to his car. Looking ahead, you saw how badly his hand was shaking, and although you felt the urge to laugh, you didn’t want to embarrass him further, even if for you, it was terribly cute.

“We shall.” You nodded, and heeseung cleared his throat with a bashful smile on his lips.

“Excellent.” He mumbled before making way for you to walk ahead. On the outside, he seemed to look like a semi-calm lad on his first date, maybe a little jittery here and there. But on the inside, he was internally cursing at himself on whether he should’ve held his arm out to you or not. For one, he did not want you to feel uncomfortable about how bold he might’ve seemed. But two, it was supposed to be an act of chivalry.

And yet, the little grin on your face said it all.

Comfortable. That’s how you felt, and it was more than enough.

Lee Heeseung, with the way he moved and acted, showed how he wasn’t rushing to start a relationship, but at the same time made it known to you that he’s seriously interested in you. That he doesn’t want this date to be another mere joke time or something to pass the days by with.

At that moment in time, maybe, you were a little more than strangers, but still a little less than friends.

But something inside of you seemed to assure you that you will be more, in due time.

“Well, my father was driving and his fart was… rather… gut-churning.”

17th August, 1991.

Choking on your food, Heeseung’s laugh seemed to echo in your space inside the restaurant. Immediately, his hand came up to cup your jaw, carefully tilting your head whilst his other hand reached over for the cup of water.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth out of shyness, but your hand landed above Heeseung’s instead. With your other hand, you took the glass of water from his hand, mumbling a little ‘thank you’ to him. Quietly, you drank the water in one go to relax your throat.

You made sure to mumble a quick apology, and Heeseung merely shook his head with a little laugh as if to dismiss it.

The restaurant was elegantly decorated; slow music coming out of the phonograph on the corner where couples danced around at. Both of you kept talking, telling funny stories to each other, relishing in the romantically funny atmosphere. He kept bringing up topics that you were interested in, like how he met Jay and spent most of the time benefiting off of the free meals he’d bought him from being a third wheel.

To say the least, hearing the ‘boring’ life that he had, as what he had claimed, before you arrived, was piquing your interest. And it’s not because you’re a chest-full of pride for going on a date with the rather ‘undateable’ Lee Heeseung, but because he seemed to really be sincere in liking your presence. Like you had made a significant difference in his life, stronger and harder than you never even thought you would.

Seconds later, silence engulfed the atmosphere, with you and Heeseung staring down onto your now empty plates while the music began to waltz louder into your eardrums. You both exchanged shy glances before snorting at your awkward selves, then looking back down again.

Just then, the faint screech of a chair being pushed back catched your attention. Lifting your head, you saw Heeseung extending his hand to you. As if to clarify if you were thinking of the same thing, you locked eyes with him for a moment.

Heeseung nodded and smiled, urging for you to take it, and so you didn’t waste any more time. Holding the napkin from your lap to put on the dining table, you pushed your chair back and stood up, and Heeseung brought you to the dance floor.

Slowly, you began facing each other, and you felt your heart patter wildly against your chest. You were face to face, and it’s not like usual, but you liked it. You liked the feeling.

Heeseung brought your hands to loop behind his neck, though he wasn’t looking you in the eye. A faint blush graced his cheeks, and so teasingly, you stepped in even closer. Heeseung blinked rapidly for a few seconds before you bursted into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, Lee Heeseung. It’s okay to touch me, you know. You can’t keep your hands on your sides forever while we dance.” You grabbed his hand gently, placing it onto your waist. Heeseung inhaled a deep, shaky, breath, but he was trying to bite back a smile.

Soon, both of you swayed along to the music, and the soothing mellow tunes made you slowly begin to lean your head on his shoulder. Your head touched his clothed chest, and you immediately felt his body tense up for a bit before he finally let loose.

“Are you comfortable with this?” Asked him, and a buzz ran down your spine upon hearing his honey-like voice next to your ear. Nodding, you snuggled even closer to his chest, to which you felt it rumble as he let out an adoring chuckle.

A few more seconds into the song and Heeseung calls your name.

Slowly, you lifted your head to give him a curious look, but you were immediately met with his startlingly sparkly orbs. His gaze remained on you for a while until he finally inhaled a breath and said,

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

To say the least, Heeseung felt his heart lighten a bit after he asked you to be his. ‘Twas like a heavy weight was lifted off of his chest, though the uncertainty of what you have to say still beared much weight. Something inside him told him that somehow, it’ll be alright.

For strangers, it might seem to be a little too soon.

But Heeseung believed he shouldn’t wait a lifetime for his happiness to come through when you were already standing right in front of him, shimmering eyes waiting for him to pop the question, lips ready to share the sweetness of your answer.

17th August, 1992.

A year later,

After a year through all of it, Heeseung was more than happy. Euphoric, even. One of the things you’ve both grown to love was having to ride a bike to each other’s houses to bond, sneaking out at late nights to watch the stars, or just going out together on day dates. It was your favorite quality time bonding with him; spending hours on the telephone, or maybe even having to meet at your favorite diner downtown.

Even with the clashing schedules of work, Heeseung made an effort to make you feel happy and loved. There was not a day that passed that he didn’t.

In front of the calendar stood Heeseung, in all his formally handsome glory, staring at the red mark on the paper with a joyous grin.

1st Anniversary with y/n.

He smiled, straightening his back and fixing his brown shirt before he walked to the garage to pick his old bike, a lily bucket flower in his hand. With a little frown on his lips, he sighed, internally cursing Jay for having to have a date with Rina on the same day of your anniversary, and had to borrow his car.

But even though Jake’s beating could wait, your anniversary could not. He’ll deal with him later. For now, he’ll have a long journey ahead of him.

In which, he really is.

“Heeseung? Oh my, you’re sweating.” You gasped as soon as you opened the door, brows drawn into a furrow. But Heeseung was still smiling widely at you like an idiot in love.

“For you, dear. Happy anniversary, I love you.”

Heeseung interjected, ignoring the way you looked so worried while wiping the beads of sweat on his temples. Handing you the bucket of lilies, he placed a sweet kiss on your temple which caught you off guard. Taking the bucket, you inhaled the flowers’ scent.

Just what you love.

Just the thought of Heeseung going through a whole lot to bike his way to your house, and give you a little token of love was enough to make your heart and day full. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you looked up at Heeseung before jumping into his arms, hugging him with a huge smile on your face. Heeseung stumbled a bit backwards due to the shock, but a few seconds later and he was hugging you back, an enamored smile on his lips as he placed a peck on your cheek.

“Thank you, sung!” You backed away, staring at his pretty smile before pinching his cheeks hard. He whined and groaned in pain, though he was laughing along with you. Until he couldn’t feel his cheeks, you let go, making it up to him quickly by placing a quick peck on his lips, then looking around cautiously to see if anybody had seen it.

Upon seeing the coast was clear, you giggled and looked up to adore his smiley face.

“Let's go inside, join the dinner with mum and dad.”

23 March 1993

It was everything you could ever ask for.

You and Heeseung never knew that a sheet of paper could make somebody tremble so badly.

The paper, printed with the logo where Heeseung works at, is shaking in his hand, lightly crumpling by the edge with the way he gripped it. The pounding of his heart was no joke, it reached his ears

“Heesung…”

Quickly, he shut his eyes to stabilize his breathing, inhaling and exhaling so many times, fingers clenched into a fist. Soon, he felt another hand take his; one that helped him throughout his ups and downs in life. A hand that always encouraged him with what he had to do, for his best in his life and for his future. You rubbed circles on the back of his palm and he let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes. His eyes darted from the front to lock with yours, your eyes full of worry yet it made him calm.

Encouragingly, you gave him a smile, he nodded. It’s time.

Letting go of his hand, his index finger and thumb slowly opened the folded paper.

Top left, and you saw the company name.

You just needed the bottom fold.

Heesung trembled a bit before he finally slid his thumb to reveal the answer at the bottom page.

And then, he exhales the breath he was holding.

He took one glance at you, and he saw that your eyes were shaking as you stared at the piece of paper.

Rome.

His company sent him to Rome to continue his work. For two years.

Placing your hand on top of his, you slowly faced him, and he felt his heart hurt at the sight of your worried face. You kept on mumbling, ‘“It’s going to be alright. It’s going to be alright.” But the quiver of your voice and the tears rolling down your cheeks said otherwise.

“I can… I can—” He stuttered, gulping as he tried to come up with something to say. At that moment, you were already letting your tears flow, although you choked back your inaudible sobs.

Silence.

Both you and Heeseung knew that he needed to do it for his dream. He needed it so he could live, and make a living. And you both knew that a long distance relationship like this wouldn’t work. It just wouldn’t, because love is never enough, even when it’s all that you have.

But of course you knew that Heeseung was willing to give it all up for you, too. And yet, as selfish as you want yourself to be, you still don’t want him to give it all up for you. He has to put himself first.

And so, with a facade, you sniffled, shutting your eyes close as you mumbled under your breath,

“Let’s break up. If it’s what’s best for us.”

And just like that, everything that you could ever ask for, was taken from you in the blink of an eye.

You could only hope that by the time he’s back, he wouldn’t become a stranger you just used to know.

September, 1995.

Two years later.

“y/n, do you want to go home together?”

Snapping out of your daze, you quickly shoved the piece of printed paper back inside of your binder. Looking up, you flashed your campus friends a smile with a quirked brow.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure. I should just fix up first. You two can go ahead, I’ll catch up!” And so they nodded, doing as you told them to do. When the door slammed shut and they were out of your sight, your smile fell off of your face. And for a brief moment, your fingers, still halfway inside the binder, slowly pulled the photograph back out again.

Not a day passed when you didn’t look longingly at the only memory you have left of Heeseung. Every single day, you even think you forgot how he looked, a little bit more.

Maybe you regret that you broke up with him.

You sighed hopelessly to yourself.

You really do.

But was there anything you could’ve done, and could do?

Sliding the photograph back in, you shoved the binder inside of your bag before you grabbed it and headed out, not wanting to keep your friends waiting.

In fact, there is one thing you could still do.

And it was to continually hope that Heeseung is safe, even if he was no longer in your arms.

Refusing to succumb to the calling of sleep, he rubbed his eyes before straightening up again, working on the papers he’d received from his boss in record speed in hopes of avoiding getting scolded.

Heeseung sighed heavily, sinking deeper to his office chair. One that he’d been repeatedly wearing out by occupying every single day for two whole years. Heck, he couldn’t even feel uncomfortable in it anymore now that he’d gotten used to it; not like he wanted to, though.

Focus.

Focus—

He took a glance from a picture on his desk.

Okay, now back to work—

And then his eyes went back to the photograph. A longer stare.

A bitter smile graced his lips as he saw the look on your face when he’d surprised you on your graduation day. Your smile was the most precious thing for him, he loved seeing it on you. Perhaps, it still is and he still does, too.

Lifting a hand, his finger caressed the frame. He missed you like crazy, mad crazy. If only…

Thoughts began to cloud his head again, and so he shook his head aggressively in a poor attempt to redirect his thoughts. He successfully snapped out of his trance the moment the intern named Jungwon cleared his throat from behind him before sliding a few stacks of papers onto Heeseung’s desk.

The intern had always found him staring at the photograph clipped onto his desk, and it went without saying that the younger understood. At times when Heeseung was starting to get miserable, the least he could do was disturb him with a ton of work, just like he asked.

December 1995.

But deep down, Heeseung still wished for a chance to meet you again.

Heeseung stood stiffly on the familiar grounds of his childhood, his knees still slightly wobbling and fingers still trembling even though he’d been catching up with a lot of people for hours now. Tens and hundreds of other people were still pushing past him, relishing in the night with loud chattering and laughter, the nostalgia of meeting each other in a reunion oddly exciting enough for them.

Perhaps it wasn’t much of a good idea, but Jay had convinced him to come for it was something “harmless”. It didn’t exactly work the same way for them, but he found himself coming, anyway.

The campus looked the same, the people who attended were the same, the people who attended asked the same questions. There was nothing much to see.

Heeseung couldn’t do anything but swirl his drink around his glass repeatedly to amuse himself. Then, he blankly looked down at the liquid, his other hand fiddling with the cloth of the standing bar table. As a sigh escaped his lips, he lifted his head, and it was as if time stopped.

There you were, having just arrived, one of your childhood friends making your presence known to your other batchmates. It was as if Heeseung had no control over himself, for before he could make himself aware of what he was doing, he was already calling for your name.

“y/n.”

Just like that, you turned your head and faced him, the smile on your lips fading, but your eyes made a sheer glimmer.

“Heeseung.” You whispered out, clearing your throat before excusing yourself from your batchmates and taking a few steps closer towards him. “Fancy seeing you here. I really thought you wouldn’t come.”

You fiddled with your clothes, not making eye contact with him. He did the same, his hand now stiffly pressing his wine glass on the table while he tried to calm himself down.

Heeseung gulped, “You too.”

And then silence. Awkward silence.

Thankfully enough, the emcees on the stage began to announce the start of the countdown for the fireworks display. It was enough to bail you out of the awkward situation, so you tried to take advantage of it.

“Well then, I should—”

“I missed you.” Heeseung blurted out just as you turned away to leave. He hissed at himself, shutting his eyes close as he ducked his head down. “So much.”

His voice was almost a whisper as he spoke, and slightly, you turned to face him, looking at him with mellow eyes from over your shoulder. He inhaled a deep, shaky, breath, and then he boldly reached for your wrist, but his grip was gentle and almost pleading for you to stay.

“I know that this is probably not the right time nor the right place to talk about it but—”

Without any more words being said, you pulled him in, cutting him off with a kiss. The tears of longing trickling down your cheeks contrasted the blasts of fireworks from the skies, but your passion and love for one another was still as intense as the crack of the colorful lights.

And so, you meet again.

Not as lovers, not as friends.

But then maybe, just maybe, when the night ends, you will be more than just two strangers with some memories.

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thatsamericano · 4 years ago

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True Colors Shining Through

Pairing/Characters: America/Romano. Smaller appearances from Germany, Veneziano, Canada, England, France, and Japan.

Ratings/Warnings: Teen, for mild cursing. Brief moment of possible homophobia from an unnamed nation, but it’s up to interpretation.

Word Count: 1647

Summary: America surprises everyone when he shows up to the world meeting in a rainbow colored business suit, including his boyfriend Romano.

A/N: Written for @hetalia-writers-monthly, for the June concrete prompt “rainbow.” Inspired by this post from @bitchapalooza. Title taken from the Cyndi Lauper song “True Colors.”

Germany was grumbling to himself as he arranged a stack of papers in preparation for the world meeting. “It would be nice if people could respect everyone else’s busy schedule and actually show up to the meeting on time.”

“Ve, don’t stress out so much, Ludo,” Feliciano said. “Almost everyone is here, except for America and whoever is supposed to be sitting next to him.”

Romano paused in the middle of his boredom-induced doodling long enough to roll his eyes at his little brother. “It’s Canada. America’s brother.”

“Right, Canada! I wonder why they haven’t showed up yet.”

Savino shrugged as if he didn’t care. “Beats me.” But he was wondering why Alfred hadn’t shown up yet. When they spoke on the phone last night, Alfred had been quite enthusiastic about some “surprise” he had planned for the meeting. He was also thrilled that he’d get to spend some time with Savino after the meeting, because the distance between them usually limited how much time they could spend together in person. Of course, Alfred being Alfred, he had expressed his excitement in the sappiest way possible and left Romano a blushing mess by the time the phone call ended.

America and Romano had only been together a few weeks, and they hadn’t gone public with their relationship yet because it was so new. They were still figuring things out about themselves and each other. Fredo knew he’d probably have to “come out” at some point, but unlike Savino, he didn’t have a label for his sexuality that made sense to him. All he knew was that he was happy with Romano and that anyone who gave him or his boyfriend crap for it would deserve some creative insults (if they were human) or a punch in the face (if they were a nation and therefore able to withstand Alfred’s punches without dying). Savino agreed strongly with Alfred on the latter point, and he didn’t mind waiting a bit until Alfred felt more comfortable telling people about them. For now, it was nice to have their relationship be just between them, without having to face the scrutiny or opinions of any other nations.

Romano idly continued doodling until the door to the conference room opened. He glanced up as Canada ducked his head into the doorway. “Sorry we’re late, eh?”

“It’s alright. Please take your seat,” Germany replied.

Canada turned his head to whisper to someone behind him, and then he walked into the room, followed closely by his brother. Romano’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw what Alfred had worn to the meeting.

It was only a business suit in the most technical sense of the term. The jacket, the trousers, and the tie were all striped with the colors of the rainbow. Or more specifically, the colors of the rainbow pride flag. Alfred’s ridiculously loud outfit contrasted with the darker and more muted suits everyone else was wearing. The only part of America’s outfit that was normal was his white shirt, his normal briefcase, his glasses, and his black patent leather shoes.

A stunned silence fell over the room, and it was only broken by a few hushed, baffled whispers. Alfred glanced over at Savino to flash him a quick smile before he sat down, but he didn’t explain himself to anyone. Apparently, he didn’t feel the need to, just like Savino didn’t feel the need to respond to his little brother poking him in the arm and asking him what was going on. Not that he would’ve been able to tell Feli what the fuck was going on, because he was just as confused as everyone else.

England, who was sitting on America’s right, was the first person to speak. “Alfred, what the bloody hell are you wearing?!”

America laughed and pulled some papers out of his briefcase. “It’s a business suit, dude. I’m pretty sure they have those in England.”

“I think what Angleterre was trying to say is that your outfit today is a bit more… how you say, flamboyant than your usual attire,” France pointed out as diplomatically as he could. “Especially for a world meeting.”

“It’s Pride Month. Being flamboyant is kind of the point, isn’t it?”

France blinked in disbelief, and the whispering from before increased into a steady, background hum. Romano heard someone from across the room scoffing and asking why America had to “show off” instead of wearing a pin like anyone else would have, and Romano turned to glare spitefully in their general direction. Sure, wearing a rainbow business suit to a world meeting was over the top in a way only Alfred would be, but America had every right to “show off.” Savino wouldn’t let anyone talk about his boyfriend like that.

Japan cleared his throat. “Alfred-san, forgive me if this is an intrusive question, but are you trying to tell us that you’re gay?”

“Don’t worry bro, it’s fine. And to answer your question, yeah. I’m not sure of my exact label, but I am into guys, or at least one guy in particular.” A broad grin stole over his face, and then Alfred looked directly at Savino and winked at him.

Savino’s face instantly turned scarlet, because Alfred’s wink and his grin made him flustered beyond all reason, damn it. America’s blatant statement, along with Romano’s reaction, naturally prompted even more gossip. The loud cry of “ha, I knew it!” from Lithuania was not particularly surprising, and neither were Spain’s or Feli’s comments on how much Savino was blushing, but they were embarrassing. Of course, true to form, Fredo verbally declared that Savino’s blushing was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen, which was flattering, but the kind of compliment he was much more accustomed to hearing in private, not in front of literally the entire world. Romano’s face was so warm that he probably could have fried an egg on it.

Savino glared weakly at his boyfriend. “You’re only making it worse, asshole.”

“I’m only being honest, babe,” Alfred said plainly, like it was no big deal. “Everyone here can see how cute and handsome you are.”

Savino couldn’t help it. With Alfred saying sappy things like that and looking at him like he hung the moon, he cracked a smile. Alfred grinned back at him. They continued staring into each other’s eyes as Germany stood up from his chair and attempted to get the meeting back under control.

“Unless anyone has any further surprise announcements, I’m going to begin my presentation.”

America quit staring at him for about half a second to acknowledge what Germany had said. “I think we’re good, dude.”

Once Germany started talking, Romano did his best to pay attention. He took a few notes, idly sketched in his notebook, and glanced up to roll his eyes fondly whenever he felt America gazing at him like the obvious dork he was.

Eventually, it was time for the scheduled lunch break. As Romano was packing up his things, he overheard Poland telling Hungary that he was totally going to wear a pink sequined dress to the next world meeting, because America shouldn’t be the only one getting to wear whatever they wanted. Hungary laughed and said he had a point.

Alfred started to come around the other side of the table, and Feli nudged his shoulder and smirked. “I’ll have lunch with Germany today. That way you and your ragazzo can have some alone time.”

Savino could only stammer out a couple syllables before his little brother was rushing off to catch up with Germany. As Feli was latching onto the macho potato’s arm, Alfred slipped into the space beside him. “Hey, Vinny.”

“Hey, caro.” He glanced up and down Alfred’s body, then smirked as he looked up into his eyes. “Interesting outfit.”

Alfred blushed and smiled, shyer than he would have in front of anyone else. “You like it? I stumbled across it online when I was looking for something else, and it called out to me, like the stuff Billy Mays used to sell in infomercials. I had to buy it.”

Savino snorted. “It is very… you. I wouldn’t have expected to see it at a world meeting, though.”

Alfred fidgeted with the hem of his jacket sleeve and glanced away with a worried look on his face. “It was okay that I told everyone about us today, right? Before we went in, Mattie said I probably should’ve consulted with you beforehand, but I’ve just been so happy and proud to be with you, and I didn’t want to have to hide it anymore. I didn’t even think to—”

Savino gently took hold of his hand, which stopped his boyfriend’s nervous babbling. “It’s okay. I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to come out today. And knowing you, I figured that loud, public declarations would be part of the deal sooner or later.”

Alfred chuckled and laced their fingers together. His smile was equal parts relieved and adoring. “Okay, cool. Glad I didn’t mess that up too badly. Are you free for lunch?”

Savino huffed out a laugh. “Feli just ditched me for the potato bastard so I could have ‘alone time’ with you.”

Alfred giggled. “That’s really nice of him. I feel like I owe your brother a million dollars.”

They continued chatting back and forth, and Romano wasn’t sure if it was Alfred’s gleeful, lovestruck tone, his sweet words, or the fact that they were holding hands, but he felt warm and content as they went into the elevator and as they left the building and walked down the sidewalk together. He held Alfred’s hand until they took a table at the restaurant, because he was just as proud to be in this relationship as Alfred was, even if he was more inclined to show it with body language than rainbow colored business suits.

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babyminssii · 5 years ago

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My Top 10 Jikook Moments

I decided to pick my top 10 jikook moments (up until June 2020) in no particular order to really kick off my blog :). There’s so many lovely interactions between these two it was hard to choose just 10 🥴but I managed to narrow them down. If you want me to elaborate on why I love any of these moments let me know!

1. JM running across the stage to JK when he noticed him crying. Then staying by his side until he was okay. Just this whole moment is 🥺. (LYS London Tour 2018)

2. When an emotional JK broke down further the moment he laid eyes on JM. And just everything before & after this moment. (SYS Tour Final 2019) cr. 2themoon_bts, fate_jimin, freesia_kookmin

3. GCF Tokyo as a whole. From JK’s bday tweet for JM, to us learning they went on a trip together, to their halloween tweet, to JM’s cute mini vlogs, to THE OG GCF itself, to JM’s reply tweet. (Nov 7, 2017)

4. Rosebowl. JK engulfing JM’s body with his own, the ‘I love you’s’, JM getting overwhelmed, the ear thing??? In front of a whole stadium?? Yea that night was something else. (SYS Tour Rosebowl 2019) cr. seost_13, fate_jimin, _slowbutsteady

5. This picture that we all swore was fake but was actually real. Like I still can’t believe we got this on April fools day of all days & then absolutely no footage of how this happened. I’m not over how soft looking at this pic makes me 🥺 (Run Ep. 98, 2020)

6. GCF Saipan. Though it’s an ot7 GCF, the lyrics.. THE LYRICS whenever JM pops up on the screen. Also RM’s tweet of them filming & JK’s tweet giggling to JM’s antics in the water. Priceless. (July 25, 2018) cr. 2themoon_bts

7. The whole 2017 Summer Package legit felt like their honeymoon. Honestly still feels like a fever dream, there was just SO MUCH going on we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. & the rainbow unicorn shoot? Wild. (SP 2017) cr. chimtae

8. 2018 MMA is one for the books! the flirting, the whispering, the constant contact, the comfort. Literally everything about them this night was intimate in a very public way (i mean they were at an award show). (MMA 2018) cr. meltinon_, 2themoon_bts

9. Gimbap Chefs Vlive. I found myself smiling the whole time watching them cause of how at ease and domestic they were with each other. there’s so much I could say about this live but i’ll just leave it at that for now. + the bonus jikook selca we got after ages! (June 21, 2020)

10. When JM was traveling & posted a video of him wishing JK a happy birthday since he couldn’t be with him, only to fly across countries to spend A DAY with JK before resuming his vacation. yea.. & the bday cake/presents in this photo. Literally one of the sweetest things to do for someone so close to you IMO. (september 1, 2020)

This was so hard to choose and I think I might make another list of my top 10 Jikook tweets if anyone’s interested. There’s definitely a few I would have included here if I had the room lol. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this list :) Send an ask or reply and let me know what some of your favorite moments are? Make a top 10 if you’re able to <3

#this took way longer than i thought it would #but i hope you enjoy :)#any uncredited gif is my own #jikook moments #top 10 jikook moments #jikook #kookmin #pjm #jjk #jikook post

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rmtndew · 4 years ago

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Begin Again ~ Chapter 6

Summary: Walter Marshall is a dedicated homicide detective doing his best to balance his work life with being a single father to a teenage girl. Fiona Sparks is a woman doing her best to take care of everyone and everything around her, except for herself. Neither has had the best luck with relationships, but once they meet, they’re willing to give it another shot, this time with each other. (It’s basically just romantic fluff)

Pairing: Marshall and OFC.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of death, cancer.

A/N - This is a sequel to ‘All I’ve Ever Known’. I started writing this because I needed an escape for some personal stuff going on and my coping mechanism included giving Marshall all the love that man needed, and imagining him being the softest boyfriend to me, then passing those details on to Fiona (my OFC).

Tag list - @hollydaisy23, @alyxkbrl, @onlyhenrys, @omgkatinka, @speakerforthedead0, @gearhead66, @thethirstyarchive, @oddsnendsfanfics, @littlerinoa, @agniavateira, @aaescritora, @justaboringadult, @beenthroughalot, @seriouslygoodlookinggents, @xxxkatxo, @musicartmayheminmyheart, @lilliannaansalla

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

The next week started out well. Marshall’s closed case meant paperwork - which I knew he wasn’t a fan of - but it gave us the ability to spend more time together. After his court appearance on Monday, he stopped by the shop so I could see him in his suit. He was insanely handsome - he really did clean up nicely - but I preferred him looking like a big cozy bear in his thick sweaters, so I gave him the go ahead to change into something more casual for our date that night. Darcy, being the wonderful friend that she was, let me leave a few hours early so that Walter and I could meet up sooner. We had dinner and picked up everything he’d ordered for Faye’s room. Then we went to his house and he assembled the new furniture while I painted the old. Tuesday he picked me up and we had Chinese takeout before finishing the room. It took all night - I didn’t get home until close to one in the morning - but we both worked to get it done in time. And it was well worth it. I may have been an adult, but even I was a little jealous of how cute it had turned out. Faye’s birthday was the next day, Wednesday, and Marshall picked her up from school, then surprised her with it before taking her home. That evening while I was on the phone with him, she sent me a sweet text thanking me for helping him out and telling me how much she loved it.

Unfortunately, things started falling apart for me after that. Mom spent Thursday getting ready for her trip with my aunts that weekend, and despite how much I tried to convince myself that she would be okay, my anxiety wasn’t buying it. Since Dad died, I hadn’t spent a single night away from her. And with her cancer still feeling fresh in my mind, knowing that I wouldn’t be there with her if something were to go wrong made my anxiety worse. It came to a head Friday morning when I had a panic attack. I was having coffee when it hit me. The chest pains, the heart palpitations, the tingling in my arms, the numbness in my fingers and toes. I felt dizzy, my vision swimming. I knew what it was, I’d had them for more than half my life, and yet I was always scared it was something more. A heart attack usually. My mind could never comprehend how something like anxiety could cause such an intense physical reaction. But it did and when it was over, I was exhausted. I was thankful that I didn’t have to go to work - Darcy had closed the shop for the day - because the most I managed to do that morning was take a shower and put on sweatpants and an oversized sweater. By that afternoon, I felt torn between being too tired to do anything useful and needing something to distract me from dwelling on Mom going away. She wouldn’t let me help her with anything, so I finally settled on cleaning out the fridge. That’s where I was, trying to identify the contents of a container that had gotten pushed to the back, for who knows how long, when I got a text from Marshall.

Marshall: I wanted to see if you had plans for dinner? I know your mother is leaving this evening and didn’t know if you’d cook for yourself. I can take you out, or cook for you, if you’d like?

I wanted so badly to say yes, but I didn’t have the energy. Cleaning out the fridge was as much as I had been able to force myself to do, and even that was pushing it. There was no way I could manage to get ready for a date.

Me: I don’t have plans. Unfortunately I’m not feeling well. Do you take rainchecks on dinner?

I hated turning him down for several reasons. One being that I loved spending time with him, no matter what we did. But another was knowing that he wasn’t always going to have free time to spend with me. That these few weeks we’d had were rare, at least by his admission, and I felt like I was squandering it.

Marshall: I do take rainchecks. And I’m sorry that you’re not well. Is there anything I can do for you?

Me: No. It’ll pass. But thank you for offering. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I can.

Almost as soon as I sent it, he replied, like he’d anticipated what I was going to say and was waiting, his thumb hovering over the send button.

Marshall: You have nothing to make up for, Fi. Just let me know if I can get you anything.

Reading the text, I felt like crying. He was wonderful and there was no reason why I shouldn’t have been able to go out with him, except my brain decided to have a meltdown and destroy my whole day.

Me: I will. You’re too sweet, Walter. Thank you.

Marshall: That’s not possible.

Me: For you to be sweet? I highly disagree, mister.

Marshall: No. For anyone to be too sweet to you, love.

My heart fluttered for a moment, touched by how wonderful he truly was. But it was over quickly, replaced by tears. I’d finally found someone that I adored and that treated me better than anyone ever had, but even still, my anxiety fought it and that afternoon, it won.

A few hours later, June came by to pick up Mom. I carried her suitcase to the car, then made sure she had everything important in her purse.

“Fiona, I’ve got it, sweetie. I’ve got my medicine, my wallet, and my phone. Anything else I need, we can pull over and get.”

“What about your phone charger?” I asked.

“In the suitcase.”

“Your car charger?”

At that, she looked a little sheepish. “I did forget that one.”

“I’ll go grab it for you. Where is it?”

“I think it’s on my vanity. If not, don’t worry about it, Bird. June will have her phone, too.”

“I know, but I’d feel better if you had it. I’ll be right back.”

I ran upstairs and looked at Mom’s vanity. The charger wasn’t sitting on it, so I went through the drawers, searching for it with no luck. I didn’t know where else she would keep it, but I knew that if I asked, she would tell me to forget it and try to leave before I could find it. So I decided to give her mine to take instead. I had a backup one with a shorter cord in the bottom drawer of my nightstand.

“You’ll have to take mine. I can’t find yours,” I called, starting down the stairs.

“Well, I found something,” she called back. “There was a surprise on the doorstep.”

“Mom, I swear if you brought the neighbor’s cat in again, I’m telling. It’s not inhumane to have an outdoor cat,” I said. But when I reached the bottom of the staircase, I saw who she’d ‘found’ and couldn’t hold back my smile. It wasn’t a cat, thankfully. It was Marshall. He smiled back at me.

“Are you still going to tell on me?” Mom asked.

“I’ll consult with Detective Marshall here and decide,” I said, walking over to her.

Marshall was standing with one hand behind his back, the other holding a bouquet of wildflowers. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here.”

“Of course,” I said.

“Well, we have to get on the road, so we’ll leave the two of you to it.” Mom turned and gently pulled my head down for her to kiss my forehead. “I love you, sweetie. I’ll call you when we get there.”

I handed her my charger and she put it in her purse. “I love you, too. Be careful and have fun, okay?”

“I will.” She looked up at Walter. “Would you do me a favor and keep an eye on her this weekend? She could cut one of her limbs off and wouldn’t tell me because she wouldn’t want to ‘bother’ me.”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I will.”

She patted his arm. “Thank you.”

Mom and June gave me hugs before leaving. June told Marshall that it was nice to ‘finally’ meet him. I rolled my eyes but he smiled and said it was nice to meet her, too. I stood in the doorway and watched them leave. Once they were gone, I closed the door and turned back to Walter.

He rubbed his neck, looking a bit bashful. I didn’t think I could ever get used to him looking that way. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you sending her off.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure she was happy to have you here to be a buffer. I think she was half afraid that I was going to cling to her leg like I did when I was a kid and try to keep her from going.” I went to him and brushed a curl back from his forehead. I squinted at him playfully. “Now that I’m thinking about it, that was pretty convenient for her. Did she call you?” I joked.

He smiled enough for me to see the sharp end of his canines. “No. I was on my way home and wanted to check on you since you said you weren’t feeling well.” He held up the flowers. “And bring these to you.”

“That was sweet. Thank you.”

“Are you worried about your mum leaving?” he asked. I nodded. He put his free hand on my hip, drawing me closer. “I figured that may have been it, instead of you being ill.”

I put my hands on his chest, feeling the soft texture of his cable knit sweater under my palms. “I know she’s a grown woman, and I know she’s a lot healthier now than she was, and I know she’s going to be with family, so I really shouldn’t be worried, but I can’t help it.” I chewed my lip for a moment. “I had a panic attack this morning. I didn’t tell her, because I knew she’d know it was over her leaving and I didn’t want her to feel guilty,” I said. “But that’s why I asked about a raincheck for dinner. It drained me and I didn’t think I’d have the energy to go anywhere. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s understandable to be worried about her. You’ve taken care of her the whole time she was sick,” he said. “I’m sorry it caused you to have a panic attack, though.”

“I’m used to them. I’ve had them half my life.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

I shook my head. “It just drained me. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

“Would you like me to stay and keep you company?”

I looked down at my hands. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to. Do you want me to?”

I took a deep breath. “Please,” I whispered.

He kissed the bridge of my nose, then put his forehead to mine. “I’ll stay as long as you want.”

I smiled. “Then you may never leave.”

“I wouldn’t complain.”

I looked up at him again. “Have you eaten? I could make us dinner.”

“Would you let me order take out for us instead?”

“You don’t trust my cooking?” I joked.

He smiled back. “It’s not that. I promise. But I would feel better if I felt like I was taking care of you, not the other way around.

I bit my lip for a moment, thinking. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he said, then placed a kiss on my forehead.

A flush instantly pinched at my cheeks, the heat spreading to my ears and neck, just from two simple words. “We should get those flowers in some water,” I said, moving back and taking them from his hand. I didn’t want him to see how flustered I was.

I walked to the kitchen and he followed. I found a vase in one of the cabinets and filled it with water, then I took the flowers from their wrapping and placed them inside. Marshall took the wrapping from me and put it in the trash while I arranged the flowers. Once I had them how I wanted them, I carried them to the table and placed them in the center. Marshall came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my shoulder. I wasn’t a petite woman, but he engulfed me, making me feel dainty for the first time in my life. I closed my eyes and melted into his touch.

“Thank you again for the flowers. They’re beautiful,” I said.

“You’re welcome.” He kissed my shoulder again, then kissed a trail from there up to my neck. I sunk further into him with each kiss. He finished with a soft, lingering kiss behind my ear. “What would you like to eat?”

“Do we have to eat? I kind of don’t want to move from right here.”

He laughed and I felt it rumble through me. “I assure you, I plan on resuming this as soon as dinner’s taken care of.”

“Promise?”

He nodded. “Yes, darling.”

“Keep calling me stuff like that and I’m going to be too weak in the knees to do anything else.”

He laughed again. “Is that so?”

I turned my head to look at him. He looked amused. “Yes, it is. Don’t act like you don’t know what kind of effect you have on me.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a slight smirk.

“Oh really?” I asked. He shook his head. I took his right hand away from my waist and moved it, placing it over my heart, and held it there with my own hand. “Call me darling again.”

He looked confused, but he did it anyway. “My darling, Fiona,” he said. Then I watched his eyes widen as he felt my heart rate pick up. “That’s because of one word?”

“It’s because of you. Because of how you say it. Because of how you make me feel when you say it.”

He gave me a kiss, soft and gentle, then smiled as he pulled back. My heart was beating faster and I knew he could feel it under his palm. “So it’s not just words,” he whispered, sending shivers through me. “My beautiful -” He kissed behind my ear. “Sweet -” He kissed my neck. “Smart -” My head tilted for him naturally. He kissed the underside of my jaw. “Darling,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my exposed collarbone.

Never in my life had a man made me feel the way Walter did. Especially right then. He surrounded me, crowded every one of my senses, and made me feel weak and strong at the same time. I could be vulnerable with him, let him know exactly what he did to me, and I wasn’t afraid he’d exploit it. I wasn’t afraid of him at all. He was protection. I knew that he would protect me, protect my heart, and so even though I could feel it beating so fast it almost hurt, I kept his hand pressed against it, wanting him to feel some small part of how he made me feel.

He let his lips linger on my collarbone for a moment, and then, to my surprise, he blew a raspberry on it. I squealed, my knees buckling at the sudden tickling sensation. He caught me, his arm around my waist tightening to keep me from falling. I burst into a fit of giggles and he laughed, too, moving his hand from my heart to circle around my waist, joining the other one.

“Are you ticklish?” he asked, still laughing.

“I didn’t think I was, but no one’s ever done that,” I said, my cheeks starting to hurt from how wide my smile was.

“Hm...this could be an interesting experiment, then.”

“No, sir!” I said, still laughing.

“Fine.” He kissed the side of my head. “It’s better when it’s a surprise anyway,” he said. He loosened his grip on me, then turned me to face him. He looked very satisfied with himself as he smirked at me. “Do you still want to do this, or will you let me order dinner now?”

I shook my head at him. “You sneaky bear,” I said, my smile never breaking. “Yes, you may order dinner now.”

“What would you like?”

“I think...a deep-dish pizza, please.”

He smiled. “Then pizza it is, love.”

Marshall ordered pizza, then he and I cuddled on the couch until it arrived. Then we ate it straight from the box while watching baking shows. After dinner, we got comfortable. He sat on the couch and I sat beside him, stretching my legs out and leaning my back against his chest. He wrapped me up in a blanket and held me. His hand occasionally playing with my hair, running his fingers through it. We didn’t talk very much, but we didn’t have to. Just him being there was enough to make me feel better. Eventually, my anxiety melted away, leaving me relaxed. My eyes were growing heavy when Mom called, the sound startling me.

“Hey Bird, did I wake you?” she asked.

“No. I’m watching TV. You’re fine.”

“You didn’t stay up for me, did you?”

“No. I’m watching a show with Walt.”

“Oh, is he still there?”

“He is. You’d be proud of him. He’s looked after me very well tonight.”

“That makes me feel better. You’ll have to tell him I said thank you.”

“I will. How was the drive? Did you guys get there okay?”

“We did. We ran into some snow, but it wasn’t too bad.” There was a pause, then I heard her yawn. “I won’t keep you. I just wanted to let you know we made it.”

“Thank you for letting me know. I’m glad you got there safely and I hope you guys have fun this weekend. Try not to get too crazy.”

“No promises, Fi.”

I laughed. “Alright. Go get some sleep, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetie. Goodnight.”

We hung up and I put my phone back on the coffee table.

“She made it to their hotel?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize they’d been gone that long.”

He looked at his watch, then raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t, either. It’s nearly midnight.” He rubbed his hand up and down my back. “I should probably go and let you sleep.”

I didn’t want him to leave, but I knew he must have been tired. He’d worked that day, then spent all evening taking care of me. I couldn’t ask him to stay any longer.

“Okay,” I said.

He helped me tidy up the living room, throwing away the trash from dinner and cleaning up the few dishes we’d dirtied. I walked him to the door. He gave me a hug and a kiss and I tried not to linger with either, not wanting him to see how reluctant I was to let him go. But he must have seen it or sensed it because as he was about to leave, he paused and turned back to look at me.

“You know, if you’re nervous about being here alone, I could stay with you,” he said. “I could sleep down here, on the couch, if you want.”

“I couldn’t ask you to sleep on the couch.”

“You’re not; I’m offering.”

I chewed my lip and looked down at my feet. “I could...I could ask you to sleep somewhere else, though,” I said quietly.

I watched his feet turn as he walked back to me. His hand gently lifted my face to look at him. “Do you want me to stay tonight, love?”

I nodded. “Please.”

He stroked my jaw softly with his fingers. His blue eyes were the softest I’d ever seen them. “All you ever have to do is ask.”

“Will you stay with me, Walter?”

“Yes.”

We locked up, then he followed me upstairs. I gave him the pair of sweatpants he’d loaned me when I’d painted Faye’s furniture because he was worried I’d ruin my jeans. I’d washed them, intending to return them on our next date. He changed into them while I was getting the pillows from the guest room. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I arranged the bed so we could share it, trying not to be shallow and stare as he pulled off his sweater, his T-shirt going with it. It was difficult. I knew he was muscular, even his sweaters couldn’t hide that, but seeing him for the first time took my breath away. He was so big and broad and manly. I’d never dated anyone that had even remotely come close to looking the same.

I got into bed and lay on my side. Marshall turned off the light, then joined me. He put his phone on the nightstand, then lay facing me. Even in the dark, he was beautiful.

“Thank you for this,” I said.

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“Would you mind holding me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

I rolled onto my other side and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him, his chest pressed against my back. I rested my arm on top of his, my fingers threading down through his. He nosed the back of my neck, then kissed it, before resting his head behind mine.

“I love how warm you are,” I said, my eyes closing. “You’re like a big, strong blanket.”

“A hairy one at that.”

I laughed. “Yes, but I love that, too. Have you ever seen a shaved bear? They’re terrifying.”

It was his turn to laugh. It shook my whole body as he did. “What?”

“Have you never seen the picture of the shaved bear?”

“No. But what does that have to do with me, anyway?”

“You’re my bear.”

“Am I?” he asked. I nodded. “Does that mean I can’t ever shave my beard?”

I hummed sleepily. “I don’t know. I do really like it. I like all of your hair, though. Especially your curls.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I always want to play with them. They’re soft.”

“You’re more than welcome to play with them anytime you want, then.”

“You’re so sweet.”

“And you get very complimentary when you’re tired,” he remarked, humor in his voice.

“Well, you deserve all the compliments.”

“Do I now?”

“Yes.” I yawned. “You’re my favorite person, you know? And you make me feel safe. Always,” I said. “Not that I feel unsafe without you, I just… I don’t know. You make me feel protected anytime I’m around you.” I let out a breath. “Especially right now.”

He tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer. “You are always safe with me, love,” he said softly.

I melted further into his embrace. I could feel myself starting to drift off to sleep. The weight of his arm around me, the heat of him pressed against my back, it all felt so comforting, I couldn’t stay awake.

As I fell asleep, the last thought I had was that I was without a doubt falling in love with Walter Marshall.

A few hours later, I woke with a start. A phone was ringing and my first thought was that it was Mom. I sat up, groping in the dark for my phone. My worry turned to confusion when I realized it wasn’t my phone ringing. A moment later, the ringing stopped.

“Yeah, Marshall,” Walter answered the call, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. There was a pause and he let out a breath. “Okay, yeah, I’ll be there in thirty.” He hung up, putting his phone back on the nightstand, and sat up beside me. He put his hand on my back. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I thought it was Mom. It scared me for a second.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” I took a deep breath, reaching out to touch him, my hand landing on his knee. “You have to go?”

“Yeah. There was a shooting.” He rubbed my back softly. “Will you be able to go back to sleep?”

“I think so,” I said. “Do you want me to make you coffee while you get dressed? I have a thermos I can put it in.”

He shook his head. “No, don’t worry about me. Just go back to sleep. I’ll lock up behind me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He moved his hand from my back up to the back of my head and cradled it as he kissed me before getting out of bed. I watched him as my eyes adjusted to the dark. He went to the chair where he’d put his clothes and swapped his sweatpants for his jeans. His black boxer briefs gave me my first glimpse of his muscular thighs with nothing hiding them, before covering them again. He pulled on his shirt and sweater, then sat long enough to put on his boots. He came back to the bed, putting his phone in his pocket, then came around to my side.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay,” he said, sitting beside me.

I shook my head at him. “Don’t be. It means a lot that you stayed as long as you did.”

He cupped my face in his hand. I leaned into it. He stroked my cheek. “I’ll call you later and check in on you, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. “Lay down,” he whispered. “I’ll tuck you in.” I lay back down and he pulled the covers up around me, tucking them around me. He bent and gave me another kiss to my temple. “Goodnight, Fi.”

I had to fight every urge that wanted me to hold on to him and ask him to stay. “Be careful, Walt.”

He smiled at me. “Always, love.”

He left and I’d never felt so alone. The bed was cold and I missed him. I grabbed the pillow he’d been sleeping on and hugged it to me. It smelled like him. With that scent still there, I felt my body relaxing, and soon I fell back to sleep.

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cocoa, cookies, and carols (or, the recipe for a very tendou christmas)

Overview: It’s your first Christmas spent with your boyfriend, Tendou, and it is definitely a good start to all your future Christmases together. (Aged Up) Pairing: Tendou Satori x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.9k Warning(s): Literally just fluffy goodness. Plus mentions of Ushiwaka? Author’s Notes: HAPPY HOLIDAYS NOYA! I was your Secret Santa for the Haikyuwu discord server event! I hope I did Tendou justice, and that you enjoy your present!

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Honestly, this year, the holidays kind of snuck up on you. Not really in the way you were expecting, either. Time had felt like it had ticked on, and on, and on, to the point where it felt like yesterday you were in the middle of June and now all of a sudden it was December. Where had the time gone? You had absolutely no idea, but there was a small sense of relief now that the year was almost over.

Your boyfriend had called you early in the month to see what your plans were; Tendou didn’t so much ask you to spend Christmas with him as you informed him that you’d come over on Christmas Eve and spend some quality time with him. You knew he wasn’t going to be seeing his family (which you’d heard about from him, in bits and pieces, and knew he’d open up to you when he was comfortable) and while he did live with his best friend, you knew that between him and Ushijima things would probably make for a pretty quiet holiday. And that wasn’t something you wanted for your boyfriend. You worried about him sometimes, even though you knew he could look after himself just fine. But that was just something you did, and that was coming through now that the holidays were getting closer.

Though, to be fair, you really had no idea what to expect. You and Tendou had started seeing each other in April, so this would be the first Christmas you’d spend together. You liked him, you did! But he was… well, Tendou. And you liked him, eccentricities and all, but sometimes things had a way of going much differently than you were expecting (like the Shiratorizawa Halloween Party/Volleyball Club Reunion, where somehow Semi ended up with pink hair, Shirabu was missing half an eyebrow, and you and Goshiki had ended up stealing almost all the candy in your boyfriend’s apartment without anyone noticing. Neither of you had told anyone, and you had spent the following morning making sure the guys were all taken care of before sending them back home). But that was all part of the fun of dating Tendou.

You’d asked him what he wanted you to bring with you (aside from his gifts from you and your family, he didn’t have a choice when it came to those), and when he told you that he had everything covered (including a step stool for you, which you knew he was only saying to get a rise out of you, and the frustrating thing was that it worked) you were skeptical, but you let him run with it. As long as the two of you got to spend time together (whether Ushijima was around to awkwardly drink his water and talk about his latest plant-child or not) then you’d be happy with that. But as the month passed by much quicker than the entire rest of the year, you found yourself getting more and more excited.

And then, in a whirl of cold weather, bright lights, and entirely too many people and too little hot chocolate, it was Christmas. And you left home mid-morning to freezing temperatures and grey skies to see your boyfriend, bags of presents in hand. And thankfully he didn’t live too far away.

Tendou buzzed you up pretty quickly when you reached his apartment building, and you rubbed your hands together in the elevator to try and warm up. When you got to his floor, you knocked twice before pushing the door open. He usually left it unlocked when he knew you were coming, which he’d done this time, and you shuffled inside and closed the door behind you. You made quick work of getting your winter gear off, and placed your boots next to his much, much larger ones on the mat by the door (though you did notice that only Tendou’s boots were sitting out, so Ushijima must not be home at the moment). You grabbed the bright blue pair of house slippers you’d left here after your second visit to the apartment (seeing as Tendou and Ushijima had ridiculously big feet and the spare slippers they had never managed to stay on your feet) and pulled them on before walking down the hallway and turning right into the kitchen. You could see the light from that room spilling into the darker hallway, so you assumed that’s where someone was.

And there he was, in the middle of the kitchen with his arms outstretched. “Welcome! Welcome!” Tendou greeted, a smile on his face. You put your bags down near the kitchen door, coming over to give him a hug. He wrapped his long, thin arms around you and squeezed you into a hug. “Brr, you’re cold! That just won’t do,” he told you, letting go of you and walking over to the kitchen table. His favourite red hoodie, one he’d told you before that he’d had since his second year of high school and worn from years of use, was hanging on the back of a chair before his nimble fingers picked it up and held it out for you. You smiled, taking it gratefully and pulling it on.

“Thanks, Satori,” you said, and he responded with an even bigger smile and a double thumbs up. You looked around the kitchen, seeing a bunch of baking tools spread across the counter--not an uncommon sight, really, given that your boyfriend was currently enrolled in the culinary arts program at school and more often than not used you, Ushijima, and whatever other friends he could rope into coming over at any given time to be his taste testers. “What are you up to here?”

“Well,” he said, drawing out the last syllable as he gestured to everything lining the counters, “I was looking up things we could do, y’know, for couple-y stuff, but most of it sounded super boring. So I thought, why not do something that we can share? And what’s better to share than food?” You shook your head, but there was a smile on your face. “Hey, hear me out! I thought we could bake some cookies together! Shortbread, gingerbread… other kinds of bread cookies? Not that I think there are any. But we can make cookies, and I even found this amazing looking recipe for little snowmen cookies I was thinking we could even decorate like the guys, and then eat them and refuse to share.”

“Hey, don’t be mean,” you chastised lightly. “We at least have to share pictures of the cookies with them.” Tendou laughed and walked over to press a kiss to your cheek before grabbing two aprons off the table--purple ones that you’d seen him and Ushijima wearing together more than once--and pulling one over his own head after handing you the other. You did the same, pulling the apron on and tightening it appropriately before coming over to stand next to the redhead at the counter near the sink. As you took stock of the bowls, utensils, and other items taking up all the space, you were reminded of the hulking young man who was usually here. “Is Ushijima coming back later? I saw his shoes weren’t here.” Tendou shook his head, opening up the cupboard in front of him as he consulted his phone sitting in front of him in its cute little chicken themed stand.

“No, Wakatoshi’s out with his dad. It’s just you and me,” he told you. He took down a bag of flour, two bags labelled, “White Sugar” and “Brown Sugar”, and a few other things you couldn’t quite see as he piled them wherever they would fit on the counter. Tendou started handing you ingredients and a bowl and whisk, before moving over to the fridge. “So I’ll get started on the gingerbread cookies, you do the shortbread, and we’ll make some snowmen later. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” you replied. The two of you fell into an easy rhythm as you went on, with Tendou giving you the measurements you needed (though really, telling you to “measure the butter with your heart” really didn’t help as much as he seemed to think it did) and you handing him different things he needed.

As you were mixing ingredients in the bowl, the soft silence between you two was interrupted by music--and you were thankful you had the bowl on the counter so you wouldn’t have had any reason to drop it with the unexpected noise--and you looked over to see Tendou grinning and pointing to his phone. He started humming along, before breaking out into his own rendition of “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch”, complete with his own lyrics as he set about getting his own batch of cookies ready.

“You’re a tricky one, Mr. Gingerbread,” he sang, pouring brown sugar into his bowl, “You really are a treat!“ You couldn’t help the laugh that came out at that, and Tendou took that as encouragement to continue on. He kept belting out his own lyrics as the two of you kept baking, often pointing to you from the oddest of positions (bent over backwards, with one knee up in the air… you name it, and he was doing it while still complying very loosely with food safety guidelines). By the time the cookies were even in the oven your sides hurt from laughing, and Tendou’s cheeks were pink from a mix of laughter and exertion, and the two of you took a very well deserved break. Or, well, you sat at the table while he whisked something that smelled absolutely delightful in a pot on the stove. You watched him, seeing him sway slightly to the tune of the music still coming from his phone at a softer volume now, and couldn’t help but think of how boring Christmas would have been without someone like Tendou in your life.

“We should do this every year,” you said. Tendou turned off the burner he was using and moved the pot to rest on the counter while he grabbed some things out of the cupboard with his back to you.

“You think so?” he asked. You nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and after a moment he was turning around with two mugs in hand. “Ta da! Hot cocoa! I experimented a little with the flavours so you’ll either love it or you can have a bottle of water from the fridge.” You rolled your eyes, but gratefully took the mug he held out for you. It was big and blue and full almost to the brim with hot cocoa and marshmallows, and you held it in your hands. He sat across from you, putting his own mug down and running his hands through his hair. “But I’d really like that. We can bake cookies and have cocoa and I’ll suffer through your terrible rhyming skills when it comes to singing together. That sounds like a great Christmas tradition to me!”

You kicked his foot underneath the table and he laughed as you took a sip of your cocoa. The two of you stayed like that, talking and laughing together, until the cookies had finished and then you moved to the living room to let them cool before you decorated them. You sat together on the couch, some cheesy Christmas movie that Tendou was providing his own (and much more entertaining) running commentary for, and you loved every minute of it (not that you’d tell him that, of course).

Yeah, this was definitely something you wanted to make a tradition of together.

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