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Insert Tsubasa wo Kudasai here

Ludwig van Beethoven-kun looked at the letter which he was found in his shoe locker. “Meet me at the cherry blossom tree behind the school” it entailed. This could only mean one thing and one thing only. Beethoven-kun got a bit flustered and even blushed at the idea of this happening to him. Why he of all people and who was this mysterious secret admirer of his? He stopped playing the symphony he was in the middle of writing and ran off to go to the sakura tree.

When Beethoven-kun ran to the sakura tree, gasping for breath. When he looked up, he saw… him… Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart-Chan, standing there, blushing at the sight of him. “What could this mean?” thought Beethoven-kun.

“Beethoven Senpai, you,,, actually came…” said Mozart-Chan in a soft voice. It made Beethoven-kun’s heart melt. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”

Beethoven listened deeply to what Mozart-Chan had to say. He couldn’t believe that his childhood friend, his best friend whom he had walked with to school everyday, whom he had shared classes, meals, and even beds with at times when the slept over at each other’s houses.

“U-um,,, you see… Beethoven-Seonpae,., f-f-f-f-f-for the longest time now.,. ever since we were boys… I’ve felt a certain way about you… o(>︿<)o” said Mozart-chan.

“Wh-what are you saying Mozart-chan?” Replied Beethoven

“W-w-well… th-the thing is…” Mozart hesitated to say, “A-a-aishiteru… B-Beethoven-senpai!”

Mozart jumped into Beethoven-kun’s arms and they held in tight embrace.

Beethoven was shocked. He never knew how Mozart-chan had felt before. If only he hadn’t been so stupid to see all the signs. Still, he held onto Mozart-chan.”

“B-but Mozart-chan! We’re both guys!” Blurted out Bethoveeen-kun.

Mozart looked up tearfully at Beethoven-Ken, only holding on tighter.

“I know but, I can’t help it. I don’t know why… but I just do. I know society doesn’t take too kind to people such as myself, the love of my life being the person of my same sex, my childhood friend of all people! Still, please! Be by mein side! Stay with me until the end of time! Please,!!1” replied Mozart-chan, eyes filled with tears at this point, on the verge of sobbing.

Mozart’s cheek was caressed, “Mozart-chan,,,” said Bait Oven.

He then pulled his fellow composter into a tender kiss, finally giving him an answer to his friend’s love confession.

“I love you too…”

“Beethoven-Senpai… BEETHOVEN-SENPAI!!1”

Tsubasa wo Kudasai intensifies

The two shared that passionate kiss. Both affirming their mutual love for one another. Beethoven never thought he would hear those words come out of his friend ever. Mozart-Chan was afraid of rejection of his childhood best friend and possible scrutiny from what society would think of him. But none of that mattered anymore. Both of them loved each other and they made it known. They would spend the rest of their lives together. Nothing mattered in that moment except for each other and their mutual love that would bind the, until the end of time.

They shared yet another passionate kiss and cherry blossom petals fell around them…

and then they had sex

THE END

Vulnerability Confessions

"Some days, I don’t even like myself. But you, you look at me like I’m worth loving."

"I act like I’m fine, but if you left, I don’t think I’d recover."

"Loving me isn’t easy, I know that. But I swear, I love you in a way no one else ever will."

"I don’t need you to fix me. Just sit with me in the dark until I can find the light."

"You make me feel seen in a way that scares the hell out of me."

"I’m terrified of losing you, but even more terrified of never telling you how much you mean to me."

My friend is listening to a nostalgia playlist and the song “Only Wanna Be With You” by Hootie & the Blowfish came on and honestly suddenly all I could think about was a secret relationship/situationship between Steddie where Eddie was trying to keep it casual and refused to accept it was anything more than a non-exclusive FWB situation while Steve wanted more.

It blows up, because of course it does, and Steve decides he can’t do it anymore and tells Eddie it’s over and to respect him enough to give him space and not contact him for a while and is very firm it’s over because he respects himself enough to give himself that.

And Eddie. Eddie hates it. Hates to acknowledge that Steve was correct when he said that Eddie never met him halfway, that Eddie always expected Steve to listen to what Eddie wanted when they were together, to watch what Eddie wanted, to do what Eddie wanted. That Eddie never tried to be a part of Steve’s life like Steve tried to be a part of his. Hates that he took Steve for granted. Hates that he made Steve feel like Eddie was ashamed of him.

Realizes how much he only wants Steve. They weren’t exclusive, and Eddie flirted with others, but he never actually did anything with anyone else. Because all he wanted, even if he couldn’t admit it to himself at the time, was Steve.

So he writes Steve a little pop rock song, confessing his feelings in such a cringe and embarrassing way for a metalhead, but he knows that’s that what he needs to do for even a chance at getting Steve back. So he writes a song in the style Steve would like, convinces Robin to take Steve out to the bar while CC is playing (it takes some doing but Robin lets Eddie know when Steve is ready for seeing Eddie again), and then Eddie stops their normal set in the middle of their show to play Steve his song.

He looks at Steve the entire time.

They finish the rest of their set as normal but him and Steve talk after and Eddie apologizes profusely and Steve doesn’t accept yet, but he agrees to give Eddie a second chance. But…Eddie has to woo him properly.

And Eddie?

That man fucking delivers. He’s buying flowers, chocolates, writing love songs and love poems, picking Steve up and dropping him off at work, hanging out with him to do the things that Steve likes to do, even if that means playing basketball with him, taking him on dates and pushing for nothing more than a chaste kiss at the end of the night—with he asks permission for each time. He is complimenting Steve in front of everyone and letting everyone know how fucking gone he is for Steve Harrington.

And Steve laps it up.

He eventually tells Eddie he forgives him, but warns Eddie that he better never pull that fucking shit again.

And Eddie doesn’t.

And they move on and finally allow themselves to be as in love as they have always been, even if it took a while to accept it.

And, years later, when they both become Mr. Munson-Harrington, Eddie and the rest of CC stand up and head to the instrument on the small raised platform and Eddie croons Steve’s song and looks his groom in the eye the entire time.

Because he only wants to be with Steve.

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“I think I love you.”

Ship: Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan

Summary: They’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, doing whatever it is that they are doing. Who knew all it would take for them to admit feelings deeper than completely platonic friendship would be a sleep deprived Spencer Reid (who has less of a verbal filter than he wishes he did)

A/N: this is also posted on my AO3 under the same account name (Sarcasm_with_a_side_of_fries)

Spencer Reid didn’t exactly have the greatest track record when it comes to his emotions (understanding them, recognizing them, having them in general). The emotions he has for one Derek Morgan are a jumbled mess of Christmas lights that he doesn’t have the time or patience to unravel.

Spencer Reid also doesn’t know what this is that they are doing. The game they are apparently playing where they dance around each other until a case hits too hard and they can’t sleep alone. They dance around each other until Spencer has a craving he can’t handle alone. They dance around each other until unwanted memories sneak up on Derek in the night.

They dance around each other until it’s two in the morning and someone shows up at someone's door with pizza. Then they’ll watch a movie and fall asleep tangled together and it’s totally *totally* platonic.

Straight people don’t spend this much time trying to convince themselves they are straight. The thought hits Spencer like a semi-truck without headlights on a dark night.

He panics for a little while, has what some may call a crisis. He writes his mother and battles with if he should or shouldn’t talk to JJ.

Then there’s a case and there’s no time to have a crisis because there’s sixteen dead teenage boys and no end in sight. The case goes from bad to worse and there’s no time to think about anything for two weeks while they chase around a psychotic killer. They lose four teenagers in the process but they save two. For some reason it doesn’t feel like enough, to save two when twenty are dead.

The jet ride back is awfully silent, no one says anything all too draining emotionally and physically. Spencer is tired when they land. Too tired to drive back to his apartment although he really should because trusting himself alone with Derek isn’t exactly something he’s up for.

“Woah pretty boy.” Derek murmurs reaching out and steadying him when he sways on the bottom step. “You cannot drive.”

“Yes I can.”

“Spencer you can’t walk down the jet stairs. How on earth do you expect to drive? Aren’t you the one who lectured me on sleep deprivation and blood alcohol level equivalents?”

“Well…” Spencer attempts to defended himself but falls short (although that may be because Derek has an arm around his waist and that is extremely distracting)

“Mhm.” Derek chuckles keeping his arm around Spencer’s waist as he leads him away. “Face it pretty boy, you're drunk on sleep deprivation.”

“Why do you call me that?” A question that in his right mind Spencer definitely never would have asked.

“Why do I call you pretty boy?” Derek asked. “Because you're a pretty boy.” The answer is simple enough and while Spencer clearly isn’t satisfied with it he doesn’t say anything more. As they arrive at Derek’s truck Spencer gets sleepier to the point Derek is practically carrying him. “You're gonna have to work with me here.” Derek tells him when it’s time to get him up into the car and Spencer whines. “You’re tired I know.”

“You’re warm.” Spencer mummers attempting to lean closer to Derek.

“My truck is warmer.” That apparently does the trick because when Derek helps Spencer up and into the seat this time he doesn’t protest.

“Did you know that originally trucks were only meant for short distances on farms and it wasn’t until… the 1960’s that they began to be designed for longer trips.” Spencer yawns when he finishes speaking but looks over at Derek expectantly.

“I did not know that, why do you know that? You’ve never had much interest in cars unless it’s lecturing one of us about the dangers of them.”

“Looked it up. You like cars.” Six words that stop Derek completely for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” Because what else is he supposed to say to that. The rest of the ride is quiet and at some point Spencer unbuckles to shuffle into the middle seat of the truck (immediately buckling back in) and rests his head against Derek’s shoulder which is so uncharacteristic Derek isn’t sure how to respond.

They pull into Derek’s driveway which means Derek pulling away from Spencer who whines much like he had earlier. “Tired.”

“I know.” Derek mummers. “Come on, you can sleep inside it’ll be more comfortable.”

Getting Spencer inside is a much more difficult task than Derek originally thought it would have been, but he manages to drag the half asleep genius inside. Derek considers dropping them both down onto the couch but then decides against it. There’s no much difference between sleeping on the couch and sleeping in his bed. Right?

Spencer tugs on his sweater and shirt when Derek drops him on the bed- so as the completely whooped person he is Derek helps him letting him redress into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top from his drawers. Derek pretends to not see Spencer staring at him when he quickly changes himself, because he’s tired and he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“Derek?”

“Hmm.” The hum comes as the blanket is pulled back and the bed drips another body joining Spencer’s.

“I think I love you.” And wow that is most definitely not what he meant to say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I love you too kid.” Spencer hums himself rolling closer to Derek, his eyes falling shut.

There’s a lot to talk about, a lot to discuss and in the morning he will most definitely panic about the words of his sleep addled brain. For now though, he can sleep peacefully content with the fact that Derek might love him too.

I've said "I love you" to you many times.

Well, not really. I haven't said "I love you", the three little words that burn my heart every day. I have never looked you straight in the eyes and soul and pronounced "I love you".

However, I think (I hope) I have said it many times.

I even made a little list.

The Postcard

The Socks

The Music

Skittles

Every piece of my writing that is clearly about you

The Glances

The Smiles

The Late Night Conversations,

The Hugs

The Occasional Pet Name

Everything you said and/or did that has made my heart beat faster than ever

I want you to know that, in every one of those things, there is a hidden "I love you". Hidden because - why is it hidden, really? - because it's wrong, no, it's inappropriate, it's unmeasured (feelings are not wrong, they are inappropriate or unmeasured) that I feel like this. Because you don't like me back. Because you have a girlfriend. Because I don't want to put myself between the two of you. Because you asked me not to do that. Because you love her.

Because I'd rather have my heart broken to no repair than to even chip a piece of yours.

[Although I hope, pray, that one day you'll be able to look back and see all those little "I love you"'s littered on the memories.]

Reactions to... a love confession

"Oh."

"Thank you."

"I love you too."

"I don't know what to say."

"Not the right time, not the right place."

"I never thought you could love me."

"You're as stupid as you look if you think I don't feel the same!"

"What do you want me to say now?"

"I've waited so long to hear this."

"Can you please repeat that?"

"You were quite obvious."

"I've always known this."

"Can I get some time before I answer?"

"Why did you decide to tell me now?"

"I guess I have always been in love with you too."

"This is not a prank, right? Because then I would have to punch you and I actually really want to kiss you."

"You're not the only one who feels like that."

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