#quote inspired

The siblings watched from across the street as the group left the courthouse – the main event couple in a white short lace dress and blue almost navy suit with white shirt no tie – in the middle of smiling, happy disbelieving, yet happy faces. Their hands were raised in the air, and you could catch the glint of the silver bands on their fingers, trapping and refracting the rays out and around. The siblings looked at each other and smiled, sad but resigned that the two people they loved most – her the groom, him the bride – had found each other in the toughest of seas and swam to shore together, braving anything California (read: Neptune) threw at them. They knew somewhere deep inside this was always how it was going to end up anyways, they were always the closest two of the four, the better friends and turns out the better lovers. Anyone who looked at them and or knew their story, would say ‘and you thought they weren’t going to make it?!’ would need to be checked into a mental hospital stat in their opinion. The girl could tell from here that the kisses, the smiles, and most likely glint in his eyes where she knew tears would be falling but he was hiding them behind black, Ray-Ban aviators, would be the best look on him yet, and while she had some fraction at that one point and she naively through that away, she knew her ex-boyfriend would treat her beloved best friend like the Queen of Sheba if she let him. While the woman studied the man, the man studied the woman, willing to save the white dress image for his dreamscape where it was, he was holding hands with, kissing and going to a bright future towards with. He had never in their time together, seen her shine as much as she was doing today as their group chatted on the sidewalk, someone at each point in time moving cars so the street buffers could get through before enjoying the merriment again. Taking the hand of the woman, he gave it a tight squeeze and her a hard and tight side hug before they turned and walked away, their notes of pride, congratulations and fair wishes, placed on the windshields of Neptune’s now married Veronica Mars, sleuth extraordinaire and NAVY fly-boy, fighter pilot Logan Echolls.

I read this once here somewhere (I can't find the orginal qoute :( ) and wanted to draw it. I think it's hilarious.

On AO3.

Commentary: Man, this fic! It’s a lot of fun because it has these two tropes that I love so much: the outsider POV and the “everyone believes they are together, BUT THEY ARE NOT (yet)”, and the story manages to play with both in an excellent way. It’s a very good fic and I recommend it a lot.

                   ㅡ HAIKYUU!!

insp.