#just felt like i needed to do something

Just realized I hit 100 followers on this little blog of mine I know it’s not a lot in the grand scheme, but for a small fandom on a half-active blog that writes x reader for a sort of background character (she’s not a background character in my heart though), I think 100 is a pretty great milestone. I’m thankful to all hundred of you for supporting and loving every fic I put out, and most importantly for continuing to send me prompts to keep the muse coming

To celebrate, here’s a little drabble for us all.

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She sat at her desk in front of you, fingers playing with the pendant around her neck (that was her grandmother’s, then was her mother’s and now was hers), flipping through a file full of paperwork. You took the time to study her, to watch her just be— the little line between her brows as she read (maybe she needed reading glasses), the way the corners of her mouth twitched every few minutes, and the way the sunlight curled through the strands of her hair, lighting them in yellows and golds that made you think of summer.

You were still staring when Farah glanced up at you, the corner of her mouth quirked up as she raised an eyebrow. “I can feel you staring.”

You just smiled at her, tilting your head as you leaned back in your chair. “Just enjoying the view.”

She rolled her eyes, but still smiled and laughed even as she murmured something that sounded like ‘cheap line’, and then she was standing and rounding her desk to stand before you, hands on the arms of your chairs as she leaned down and kissed you softly. She tasted like the strawberries you’d brought to share for lunch, and that made you sigh, stroking her cheek gently as the kiss lingered for just another moment longer.

When the kiss ended, Farah bumped her nose against yours before she leaned back to sit against her desk. “Why don’t we pack up a dinner and go sit by the river tonight? It’s supposed to be a beautiful evening, not too cold.”

“That sounds perfect,” you said, and then grinned at her. “It’s a date!”

She chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you again. “A date with your wife, hm?”

You stood, putting you hands on either side of her hips as you pecked a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Gotta keep the romance alive, yeah?” You kissed her again, the stood up straight. “I have a class, and you have a meeting. Dinner at six?”

“It’s a date.”