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cherrrysue · 11 months
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Hello, do you know any canon fics where they react to each others songs? And my second question: Do you know any canon fics where they introduce the other as their boyfriend to people? (i know thats oddly specific but i have this wish for a while to find fics like that)
sure, it took me pretty long to find these but here you go:
Canon fics
- canon fics, reacting to each other's song:
Call Answered by beechersnope
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The day after his 27th birthday, Harry Styles attempts suicide. Louis is flown to his bedside to unravel the mystery of why he did it after a flash drive is found with a note attached, addressed to Louis. On it are a collection of 78 songs, all written for different dates from their past.
To the Ends of the Earth by stylinsoncity
M, 68k
During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.
burn to ash by betaboo
E, 116k
Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there's a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap. He's a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up. Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.
- canon fics, introducing boyfriend (I wasn't sure how you meant by introducing boyfriend, hope this fits ur criteria xx)
(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones by flimsy
E, 32k
Harry goes as Louis' date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously. “Hey,” Harry hears himself say just as Louis climbs back into the car. He ducks down, holding onto the roof to look at Louis who cocks his brow at him and says, “What?” “I meant it,” Harry starts. “Like, I’d do it. I’d be your date for the wedding. If it’d make you feel less awful about being there and if you want me to, I’ll do it. I promise I’ll be good.”
And Then a Bit by infinitelymint
E, 158k
“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.” Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts. (aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)
- another canon fics for your future read too
like a timebomb ticking by infinitelymint
M, 31k
Louis loses everything. Harry's still there.
(this fic is very explicit, read at your own risk!)
We keep taking turns by Ropewithnoanchor
E, 69k
The start of the On The Road Again Tour means new anxieties, this time for both Louis and Harry. Between performances, traveling, interviews, family time, and the biggest crisis their band has ever faced, they have to help each other feel better the only way they know how—through domination and submission. [A relatively canon-compliant story of nights in hotels and bedrooms, starting in February 2015.]
Turn and face the strange by orphan_account
E, 26k
“Yeah okay, look, um. I’m in a relationship now, mum. And it’s pretty serious and I’m very much in love with him.” Louis’ mum’s face lights up at that. “Well why didn’t you say?! Can we meet him?! Is he here today?” “This is the catch. He’s kind of, well, he's incredibly famous. So he couldn’t be at the ceremony but he’s in the car and we’re going to go back to his home for some lunch, is that okay?” “Famous?! Louis, if this is some sort of joke…” “It’s not, mum, I promise. Please can you just get in the car? He’s in this one, I want you three to meet him first, just don’t freak out, please,” he says, gesturing at Harry’s traditional black car. Or the one where Harry is going to be King, Louis can't handle it like he thinks, Zayn is finally happy, Liam's a massive geek and Niall's marrying a princess.
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allwaswell16 · 1 year
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Hi!! Have you recently seen any new canon compliant fics based during 1D days?
Hi, anon! So I have these canon fic recs:
🌸 Canon Fics - A/B/O
🌸 Canon Fics - Angst
🌸 Canon Fics - Coming Out
🌸 Canon Fics - Mpreg
🌸 Canon Fics - Zayn with real life issues
🌸 Canon Fics - Ziam
AND there's actually a canon fic fest going on that you can find here
-> @canonfest
And here are some from that fest that fit what you're asking for...
light up the room around the pillowcase by throughthedarklive / @throughthedarklive
They’ve been to so many places, have so many inside jokes, and it’s only the beginning. 
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Louis and Harry finally get a well-deserved day off
No Control by yourlionheartx / @djtommotomlinson
Prompt: Harry and Louis go into the wrong hotel room while snogging, Zayn and Liam walk in on them. Nobody cares and they all have sex in the same room.
Set around 2014/WWAT tour. I'm sure this is absolutley canon and definitely happened (lol jokes). I chose this prompt as an excuse to write smut with banter and work out how each of them would react and I'm hoping I got it spot on. Couldn't help but get a bit fluffy towards the end lol. Also I had title struggles and just went for the obvious in the end haha.
baby, you are the love of my life by  DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry / @bottomhaztoplou
Five times Harry gets really wet and embarrassed + one time he actually does something about it.
Anon, send me another ask though if you'd like me to add your rec request to my pinned post and I can make you a full length rec! It's just that the request list is out to next September lol and you were asking for new ones so I wasn't sure that's what you'd want.
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canongf-archive · 2 years
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Pairing: Semi-Charmed (Me x Eddie)
Word count: 1,304
Warnings: a few curse words!!! no real season 4 spoilers, just a few details abt Eddie that we learn in the first episode!!!
Summary: Eddie and Liv hang out and talk about their hopes and dreams.
i’ve had this headcanon since episode one that Eddie’s biggest dream is to play music so i started thinking about sharing my biggest dream with him and!!! here we are!!! i love him i love him i love him!!!
"What do you wanna do after you graduate?"
The question catches Eddie off guard.
He doesn't know if anyone's ever asked him that before. There's always been a conversation about him graduating, sure, especially after he learned he'd have to repeat more than once, but it never felt like this, like curiosity. Usually it felt like doubt. When people asked him about graduating, it didn't feel like they wanted to know if he was going to, it felt like they wanted to make sure he hadn't. It felt like no one ever really believed he'd get there, let alone find something to do afterwards. But Liv did. She asked him like he already had the diploma.
"I don't know," he answers. He lies. He knows what he wants to do; he's known for years. But the people in this town already didn't understand him, already didn't understand the way his mind or his heart worked, already had casted him out because of the things he was passionate about. And for the most part he had gotten used to it, didn't mind it much anymore, sometimes even embraced it, but there's something about her and the way that he feels when they're together that makes him think that if she were to do the same, it would break him beyond comprehension.
"No idea?" she presses. She's so pretty, so pretty sitting in the open back of his van, long legs stretched out before her, so pretty in the way that she looks at him and talks to him, so pretty in a way that makes him nervous; he grabs a stick and begins to swing it mindlessly at the tall grass just so he has something to do with his hands.
"I mean..." In Dungeons & Dragons, he's powerful. He is strong and he is feared and he can do anything. But this isn't a game, it's real life. There's a real life girl sitting a few feet away, a real life girl that agreed to come to Lover's Lake with him just to get away and to watch the sunset, a real life girl that he likes, and he's just Eddie again. He's weird and erratic and loud Eddie, and it's something new for him to realize that when he's with her, being just Eddie is actually kinda nice. "I play guitar. I'm in a band."
"You are?"
"Corroded Coffin," he nods, whipping the stick he had busied himself with down towards the water. "We play at the Hideout on Tuesdays. There's usually about five drunks that really seem to dig us," he jokes. She smiles and he grins back, happy to be the reason. "It's not the garden, but... you know. Gotta start somewhere."
"So that's what you wanna do after you graduate? Play at the garden?"
"Hell, I'd settle for any place outside of Hawkins with a capacity of more than 20." Her smile widens, breaking into an actual laugh, and the sound goes straight to his chest. "But yeah, the garden would be nice. It's kind of a lofty goal-"
"It's a good goal," she interrupts. "I think you can do it."
A feeling blooms in his chest like the one that found him when she asked what he wanted to do in the first place. She makes him feel like he can do anything, and he thinks for a moment that if he can make her smile, if he can make her laugh like he did a second ago, then maybe he really can.
"Yeah? You haven't even heard me play," he counters, though the corner of his mouth is quirked up when he says it like he's not trying to challenge her, not really. She scoffs and pushes herself onto her feet. The two circle each other in the small clearing at the shore of the lake, an inadvertent almost dance.
"Doesn't matter. It's not about that."
"What's it about?"
"It's about you." He cocks an eyebrow, silently urging her to continue. "Playing the guitar is something you can always get better at, but you're already you. You just have this energy, you know? Like you have a stage presence even when you're not on a stage. You can't learn that. You can learn how to play the guitar but you can't learn that."
His heart rate is picking up in his chest as he listens to her talk about how she sees him and he's sure that he's probably blushing but he can't bring himself to care enough to try to hide it.
"Just don't forget about me when you become a big rockstar, okay?" she adds. He knows she's kidding but he wants to tell her that he couldn't, not even if he wanted to. He wants to tell her that he can't imagine ever wanting to.
"Yeah right," he rolls his eyes. "I should be the one worried about you forgetting me. Pretty soon you'll be off God knows where doing God knows what, showing up everybody in Hawkins. Won't even remember this stupid little town or anyone in it."
"I wanna model," she confesses after a moment's hesitation.
"What?"
"I want to model," she says again. "In front of the camera, you know? Do photoshoots, maybe walk a runway or something." It's vulnerable but she wills away the embarrassment that threatens to bubble up; Eddie has big dreams too. Eddie will understand. And he does.
"I think you can do it," he repeats her earlier sentiment. He catches her eyes and there's an unspoken question there of you think so? that she doesn't ask but he answers anyway. "You kiddin' me? Prettiest girl I've ever fuckin' seen. Fuck yeah, I think you can. They'll put you up on a billboard that everyone in this town will see when they drive into the city. You'll be in all the magazines, goin' to all the parties, runnin' around in New York."
"I gotta be in New York, I gotta be front row when you sell out MSG."
"No, I want you side stage. It'll be easier to find you after the show."
"Might have to compete with some groupies to get your full attention," she teases. He shakes his head.
"You have no competition."
There's something between them, something they haven't acknowledged yet. Something sparking, catching fire, setting their hearts alight. He liked her before, liked when she'd come to pick Mike and Dustin and Lucas up from Hellfire, liked when she'd stop to talk. He liked the way she asked him how he was and really wanted to know. He liked her hair and her eyes and her smile and her laugh and the way that she dresses. He liked laying in bed at night and thinking about how it would feel like to hold her. But after tonight, after some time spent with just the two of them, after crossing a few lines that they had previously so obediently stayed behind, he's starting to think that he's in love. Sometimes he catches her looking at him in a way that makes him wonder if she is too. And she thinks she is. She won't tell him yet, won't tell him that she offers to pick Mike and Dustin and Lucas up after their game just so she has an excuse to see him, won't tell him that she likes his hair and his eyes and his smile and his laugh and the way that he dresses, won't tell him that after he drives her home tonight she'll curl up in bed and she'll lay next to a pillow and she'll pretend it's his body pressed against her back, but he'll find out soon enough.
Corroded Coffin plays at the Hideout the following Tuesday and in the crowd there are five drunks and one pretty girl.
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risafeywritesdrarry · 4 months
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When writing fanfiction... there are two beasts that wage war within the writer. *sage nod*
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arggghhhsstuff · 5 months
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forever obsessed with percy being weird. off-putting. strange even. a cryptid maybe. an urban legend if I may. my boy is the son of one of the oldest, most powerful gods, has been in FBI's records since the age of twelve, fought and won two wars against immortal beings, went to hell and back. I think he's allowed to be a little odd.
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astralpenguin · 1 year
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self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for
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mylittleredgirl · 1 year
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playing a new game where i talk about fandom using words that belong on corporate powerpoint slides like:
✨ we have to align our headcanons to authentically reflect our strategic mission and meet quarterly margin objectives ✨
sorry to everyone who understood that
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yeehawpim · 7 months
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a comic about my weird irreverence for canon
go write a bad ending AU! ship your self-insert oc with your favourite villain!! the world's your oyster!!!
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retellingthehobbit · 6 months
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Retelling The Hobbit Chapter 16: The Song of the Lonely Mountain First chapter / Previous / Next
To view full comic: Webtoon/A03 / Tumblr post with links to all chapters
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*crumbles into dust after finishing this* Thank you for reading! This The Hobbit webcomic adaptation thing takes a lot of effort to put together and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every comment. I also really appreciate the people who’ve spread the word of this comic to their friends! <3
And finally, we’re at the Song of the Lonely Mountain! Within Tolkien’s canon, The Hobbit is an in-universe book that was “written” by Bilbo Baggins, who occasionally lies/embellishes/exaggerates things. The tonal differences between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are explained by Bilbo and Frodo/Sam being different kinds of storytellers, with different relationships to “the truth.” This idea is the core of how I’m adapting the novel!  Bilbo is an unreliable narrator who is literally ‘drawing’ from his own limited experiences;  the different art styles reflect the different perspectives of other characters.   The “dwarf art style” in this chapter is inspired by stonework/metalwork in general— but especially by a mix of art deco, Celtic art, and European folk art. 
The central tension of the comic is between Bilbo and Thorin, who each have wildly different ideas about what kind of  story they’re in. Thorin is in a grand fantasy epic, while Bilbo is in a lighthearted children’s book adventure.  The tragedy is, obviously, that only one side of the story ever gets to be fully told.
On a sillier note, a few years ago I had my first gay crush on a lesbian who sang while playing the piano. This chapter is dedicated to the piano lesbian. I hope they’re doing well, wherever they are. XD
I think I might need a bit of a break but I’m hoping for the next chapter, titled “Dawn,” to arrive on January 13th. And your comments/support really do help motivate me to get more done! ^_^
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benevolenterrancy · 9 months
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I absolutely love just how many time-travel fix-it fics there are in this fandom
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magic-owl · 1 year
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I don’t believe in gatekeeping at all but if you flat out admit to me that you’ve consumed little to ZERO of the canon media and have gotten all of your information based off of reading fluffy fic with woobified characters, I will not be taking ANY of your fandom opinions or meta seriously
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iamnmbr3 · 12 days
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7 most unhinged canon drarry moments
Harry calling Draco his arch nemesis just a few months after Lord Voldemort tried to murder him for the second time but also immediately thinking that he kinda misses him
Harry getting hit in the head by a piece of luggage because he got so distracted by the sight of Draco changing that he didn’t notice someone swinging a large object at his face
Harry lying to the Order and Magical Law Enforcement to obfuscate Draco’s crimes at the end of sixth year
Voldemort immediately assuming Draco has gone looking for Harry when he goes missing during the Battle of Hogwarts…and being right
Narcissa assuming Harry will know where Draco is and if he’s still alive…and being right
Lucius getting mad at Draco in book 2 because he has spent the entire summer talking nonstop about Harry Potter
Harry forgetting about the time Voldemort possessed and nearly murdered Ginny but remembering every item he saw Draco look at in Borgin and Burkes 4 years previously
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In Otter News
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isawjamfirst · 2 months
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what if i visualize the ending for Come and See huh what then
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rochenn · 3 months
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Thinking about how some very minor tweaks could make so many SW species way cooler than "funky-colored human" yknow. REPTILE TOG! SKINKSOKA!!
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atlabeth · 4 days
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take my breath away
pairing: spencer reid x reader
summary: you help spencer train for his fitness exam. he kind of just wants to kiss you.
a/n: some fluff (and something short) after i broke my own heart (and my brain) in my last hotch fic! i’m truly in my criminal minds era. enjoy
wc: 1.3k
warning(s): reader is a runner so im sorry to my unathletic friends. but this is all fluff
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“Spence,” you said, unable to bite back your smile, “how are you this bad at running?” 
“I’m—” he held up a finger as he caught his breath and shook his head. “I’m not bad at running. My form… is perfect.” 
“We barely made it a mile in,” you said, and you chuckled as he keeled over, his hands on his knees. “It can’t be that perfect.” 
“It is,” he insisted, on the edge of wheezing. “I’m just unathletic.” 
“You never did sports as a kid?” 
“I graduated high school at twelve,” Spencer breathed. “I was too busy studying. Reading. Doing anything other than sports.” He looked at you and shook his head. “And I’m not crazy like you.” 
Your smile only grew. “You should put your hands over your head. It helps get more air in.” 
“That’s actually a rumor.” He shook his head again. “When you raise your arms, muscles that contribute… to the bucket handle movement of your ribs—” He heaved a sigh, his brows furrowing, and again, you held back a smile. You were sure this was one of his only weaknesses. “—they’re not able to function properly.” 
“Alright, genius,” you said, mockingly but with love. “Recover however you like. You clearly need it.” 
Spencer pouted as he straightened up, his whole face contorted in discomfort. When your boyfriend asked you to help him train for his upcoming fitness test, you didn’t think much of it—you got a full ride through college because of track, and you keep healthy with morning runs, so you were happy to help. 
You’d thought about straight up offering a myriad of times—mostly after bearing witness to his attempts at running in the field. One time, the two of you were paired up to do some interviews, and it ended in a chase. By the time Spencer caught up, nearly dying on the sidewalk, you already had the unsub subdued and cuffed. 
(It took him a while to live that down with Morgan.)
Spencer was gifted at other things, sure—not just everyone is a classified genius with an eidetic memory, and he’s the youngest recruit in history—and you loved him more than anything. But you couldn’t not make fun of him, just a little bit. 
His face was still red, his glasses fogging up a bit from the humidity, and his hair was a mess, so you moved closer in order to brush the stray strands out of his face. 
“Running isn’t my thing,” he said. “Well— fitness isn’t my thing. I’ve got everything else covered.” 
“Oh yeah?” You started smoothing back the strands of his hair, and you offered a crooked smile. “Then why are we out here trying to improve your mile time?” 
“Because it would be nice if Gideon doesn’t have to get all my fitness stuff waived again, and if I want that, I need the help.” His eyes didn’t leave yours, and once you finished, your hands lingered on his cheeks. You nudged his glasses back up to their spot. “And I think I’d run a marathon and die trying if it meant I got to spend more time with you.” 
Your eyebrows rose. “If you want to run a marathon, I could probably get you there. It would take a lot of time together, though.” 
“Please, no,” Spencer breathed. “Just the time together part.” 
You grinned, and you patted him on the cheek before you pulled away. “Running is good for the soul. Why do you think I’m so happy all the time?” 
“Well, this morning you said you were happy because of me,” he said. “Yesterday, it was because we had our first case-free weekend in two months. The other day—” 
“That coffee I had?” you interrupted. 
He nodded. “How’d you know?” 
“Because you made it for me,” you said, “and I love it when you do that.” 
Spencer shrugged. “You do it all the time for me. It’s only fair.” 
“But that’s proof,” you said. “Running does make you happy.” 
“Running does release endorphins, but anyone who likes it is crazy,” he repeated. 
“That doesn’t sound scientifically backed.” 
“The way I feel right now beats science,” Spencer huffed. “And you’re not happy all the time. You frowned 23 times while writing up your last report.” 
You raised your eyebrows. “You were watching me? And counting?” 
He shrugged. “You’re nice to watch.” 
“Very smooth, Dr. Reid,” you said cloyingly. “But flattery won’t get you out of this.” 
“I’m not trying to get out of anything!” he defended. You stared at him, and he held up his hands. “Okay— only halfway. But you are nice to watch. That’s why I’m still here.”
“If you’re watching me while we run, that might be why you’re doing so badly,” you said, amused. 
“No—I think it’s the only thing keeping me going.”
“You don’t really look like you’re still going,” you said wryly. “You should be good at this. You’ve got long legs.” 
Spencer shook his head as he screwed his eyes shut. He let out one last breathy sigh, and you hoped he’d finally recovered. “Also largely a rumor. It’s more about leg strength compared to bodyweight—long legs help with lengthy strides, but you need to generate enough torque to move faster than with shorter legs.” 
You smiled. “You’ve still got facts? Even while you’re dying?” 
“Mostly because Elle’s said it before too. She says I look like a baby giraffe learning how to walk when I run.” Spencer shook his head again. “I think the only thing my height is good for is getting things off of shelves.” 
For once, you tried to reign in your joking. “Is there anything I can do to help? I don’t want this whole thing to be miserable for you. Running should be fun.” 
“We can stop doing this?” he suggested. “I can let go of what’s left of my pride, get all my fitness stuff waived again, and go back to figuring out cases in an air conditioned conference room?” 
You smiled, and you moved closer. “How about this?” 
Spencer opened his mouth to say something, but you pulled him in for a kiss by the front of his shirt, effectively cutting him off. He hesitated for less than a split second, but his hands fell to your waist as he brought you in closer. 
When you let go and moved away, he still had them there, and he was smiling like an idiot. 
“Does that help?” you asked innocently, tilting your head. 
“Yeah,” Spencer said, nodding rapidly. “Uh— yeah. I actually think I could go for another mile now.” 
You couldn’t help but laugh as you ruffled his hair, messing up your earlier work. “I’d love to test that, pretty boy, but I don’t think you can make it another mile.” 
Spencer shook his head. “If you keep kissing me like that, I think I can make it through that marathon you mentioned.”  
“Sure I don’t take your breath away too badly?” you teased. 
“I have some facts for that, but I don’t think they apply.” His lips curved up, and the redness from exertion mixed with his steadily rising blush. “Because you, uh— you did take my breath away the first time I saw you.” 
“I should start calling you loverboy with material like that,” you mused. “Morgan’s annoyed that I took pretty boy from him.” 
Spencer grimaced. “Just thinking of Morgan seeing me like this makes me want to get back at it. I can’t deal with any more of his teasing.” 
“But my teasing’s okay?” 
He frowned. “Of course. It— it’s kind of why I fell for you.” 
“Ah,” you nodded. “That’s why you’re still at this. You don’t like things being handed to you.” 
His cheeks darkened again, and you laughed as you leaned in to peck him on the lips one more time. 
“Alright, loverboy,” you said. “Ready to get back at it?” 
“No,” he said affirmatively. “But I don’t really have a choice, do I?” 
“Not if you want to pass,” you said wryly, and you gestured back at the trail with your head. “But you know what they say—one step at a time.” 
Spencer grumbled, and he shook his arms out again. “Fine. As long as those steps are with you.” 
You smiled. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” 
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