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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years ago

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Geralt Takes You to Kaer Morhen....

A/N: Soooo this is like a mix of the Witcher 3 and the netflix show…. If that irritates you, I’m sorry but I have grown impatient and I need the wolves and Yen and Ciri and Jaskier in the keep being one big dysfunctional family. You can fight me if you don’t like it. I hope I got Eskel, Vesemir, and Lambert’s characters right. I’m new to writing them and I feel a little uneasy but I really want to write them because I love them.

-The witcher was known to stop in your village once a year. He’d come when the weather cooled down, just after the leaves turned colors but before all had fallen from the trees. Just before the harsh winter came, he’d ride in on his brown mare. He’d take her to the stables before coming to the inn you worked at. It was almost routine. The stableboy would ask if he was going to see you, the sister to the man who owned the inn and tavern. The stableboy already knew the answer, he just wanted an excuse to talk to the famed White Wolf.

-The first time you met Geralt, a frost had covered everything outside. The air was bitter and frigid, but the warm fire in the tavern just below the inn was welcoming and inviting. The night was slow. There were few patrons in the tavern. You were bored out of your mind, leaning against the bar counter as you surveyed the room. You spotted the witcher sitting alone. He looked lonely and deep in thought, his brow furrowed together as he gazed down at the mug in his hand. -You decided to offer him company. At first, he was wary of you and of your intentions. He didn’t want company and he definitely didn’t want a talkative person around. He just wanted to be left alone. But something about you was different. Your smile was honest and your eyes were kind. The two of you chatted for most of the night. Well, you mostly talked. He just listened. He was a good listener. -The two of you parted ways when the sun came up. You were sad to see him go. He was good company. He definitely didn’t seem like the brutish and terrifying beast many made him out to be. -You didn’t see him again for an entire year. You welcomed him with a friendly and familiar smile. The two of you shared drinks and conversation, then you went up to his room to share a bed. You never would’ve thought he’d be so…. soft and comforting. He was a passionate lover. Scratchy kisses and firm carrasses. Even afterwards, he held you close, taking in your sweet scent and listening to your heartbeat. -”Are you leaving in the morning?” You couldn’t help but ask him. You looked up at him. He answered with a low hum. You placed your cheek on his chest, savoring the moment that wouldn’t last forever. His cool, calloused fingertips brushed up and down your spine. -You fell asleep even though you had fought to stay awake. When you woke up, he was gone. Any trace of the witcher disappeared with him. The clothes of his that had been left scattered on your way to the bed, they were gone. His bags were gone. He was gone. -You found yourself counting down the days, eager to see the witcher again. As winter drew near, you were always looking around the tavern, always searching for his white hair. -He arrived after midnight covered in blood and sporting new scars. You offered him a free drink, trying to contain your happiness with seeing him. He allowed you to help him with his wounds. He wanted your soft touches and your gentle smile. -The both of you sat in your room within the inn. He asked of what you’d been doing for the last year and you gave him the boring details. He was the only excitement in your life. You treasured his company and yet you barely knew the man. After he was fixed up, the two two of you settled in bed together. He was tired, barely able to keep his eyes open. You talked and talked until he fell asleep. -When you woke up, he was still in bed with you. He was on his side facing you, gazing at you with those warm yellow eyes. -”You’re still here.” You couldn’t hide the smile on your lips. He hummed softly. You reached out to brush a few pieces of his hair behind his ear. -He didn’t stay much longer when you woke up. You helped him pack up and you walked with him down to Roach. There, you shared a tender parting kiss. Then you watched him leave on Roach. -Three more years passed. He’d come just before winter. Instead of getting his own room, he began to stay with you. You did your damnedest to stretch out the time you had with him, but he was always adamant on leaving. He never gave an explanation but you didn’t really push for one. He didn’t stay long because he didn’t want to be tied down, you assumed. He didn’t want responsibilities. So you did your best to not appear clingy. -The seventh time you saw him was just like any other. You spent the night underneath warm blankets. Geralt turned over on to his side, propping his head up on his fist. You turned your head to look at him. “What?” -He doesn’t answer you immediately. “Come to Kaer Morhen with me.” -You sat up and furrowed your brows together. “What?” -Every winter, I pass through here to get to Kaer Morhen. It’s a witcher’s keep in-,” “I know what it is, Geralt. I’ve heard the stories.” You paused, eyes staying locked with his. Your heart began to beat faster and faster. “You want me to come with you?” “Yes.” -You didn’t even have to think about an answer. You wanted to leave your hometown, to see what else the world had to offer. -In the morning, the two of you set off for Kaer Morhen. You were on your horse, a white mare, riding behind Geralt. You weren’t entirely sure where he was leading you too. The woods seemed so dense and even though the foliage had died with the winter season, you could still see life in the woods. There were deer and goats and wolves and a handful of bears you saw on your journey to the keep. -When the path became wide enough for your horse to move alongside Geralt’s, you moved closer to him. You couldn’t help but worry about what would be waiting at Kaer Morhen. -”Is…. Is anyone else going to be there?” You asked him, glancing over to the witcher. He didn’t look away from the path ahead as he nodded. “Other…. Other witchers? I-I only ask because I’m…. I guess I’m a bit nervous. Are they like family to you? You’ve never…. You’ve never spoken about other witchers. Do you get along with them? Are they all like you? Are they nice?” -Geralt couldn’t help but chuckle at your rambling. He found how nervous you could get to be endearing. -”No, they aren’t all like me. But the ones here, they’re good.” -You nodded your head and decided to not ask anymore questions. -The tips of a castle began to come into view over the tops of the trees. Then you were nearing an iron gate. It was already raised up and the torches on either side of the bridge were lit. It was nearing dark. Geralt got down from Roach and you followed his actions. -”We can leave the horses here.” He told you, tying Roach to a post just inside of the iron gate. You nodded and tied your horse next to Roach. -”Am I…. Am I allowed to be here?” You looked over to him as the two of you began to walk into what looked like a courtyard. Everything seemed old and outdated, but then you remembered hearing of stories about how the keep was attacked centuries ago. You could still see the results of the attack. Stone walls were knocked in. Some of the stones even appeared to have been burnt. Stones knocked loose lay in the path that you were walking with Geralt. It was like things were frozen in time. -It all seemed like a maze. You were sure to get lost if you tried to venture through the keep by yourself. The wind seemed to get more and more rough as the path took you up into the keep. You shivered, the cold causing goosebumps to arise on your skin even though you were wearing many layers to keep you warm. Geralt noticed your shiver. -”Are you okay?” “Yes. It’s just a bit cold.” You answered softly, offering him a supportive smile. “This place is a maze. How do you not get lost?” -”This is the only place I’ve ever come close to calling home.” He softly shrugged his broad shoulders. “I grew up here. You either learn where things are, or you get lost and die from exposure to the elements.” You fell silent, fearing that your question upset him. It was heartbreaking to hear how this place, the very place that turned him into a witcher, was the only place he had to call a home. -Finally, the two of you arrived at the bottom of a staircase. At the top of the stairs was a large set of heavy wooden doors. Geralt seemed to pause, looking up at the doors, and took a breath in. Then he was climbing the staircase. You followed behind him but a goat bleated and caught your attention. You turned to look in the direction of the sound. There were three goats walking around in what you assumed to be the courtyard. -”You keep goats here?” You smiled at the thought. He hesitated to nod his head. “We, um, we use them as bait for different creatures that inhabit the valley.” He moved towards the door. “Wyverns, forktails.” “Oh.” Your smile fell as you looked away from the goats. -Geralt pushed the door open for you, motioning for you to go in. You stepped into the castle, looking up in awe at the high ceilings. The air was musky and even smelled old. Geralt closed the door behind himself. Since you didn’t step very far into the keep, Geralt was right behind you. You smiled at the closeness, looking over your shoulder at him. The corners of his lips turned up in a light smile. -”Look what the cat dragged in!” -You turned your head to see a man standing at a table just beyond a second doorway. You couldn’t see him very well from where you stood. -Geralt let out a heavy sigh but moved forward to meet the man halfway. -”Almost thought you weren’t coming this year.” “Had to make a quick stop for something.” Geralt looked over his shoulder to you. -The stranger’s eyes followed Geralt’s gaze. “Damn, Geralt. Where’d you find this one?” “Lambert.” The White Wolf sounded like he was almost warning the man, Lambert, to continue. “Oh relax, Geralt. Come on over here, sweetheart. I don’t bite.” -”Don’t listen to him.” Another man moved across the large room to join the other two witchers. “He does bite and I’m positive he’s got rabies.” -You moved towards the group, your hands clasped together at your waist. The first man, Lambert, had a scar through his right eye. The second man had more than just one scar through his right eye. Both had dark hair but the second man had longer hair. -”Who’s coughing?” Geralt asked, turning his head to inspect the large room. You didn’t hear anything. “Ciri’s come down with a nasty cough.” The second man told him. “Not sure what’s up, but we think it’s just the cold weather. Vesemir’s been working on handling the fever.” -You could see worry and concern cross Geralt’s features. He brought his eyes to you, stepping towards you. “I’ll be just a moment. Eskel? Keep her company, please.” “Of course. They’re upstairs in the guest room.” -You watched Geralt leave, fighting the urge to follow him. You were left alone with two strangers who just happened to be witchers. You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, your eyes flickering from Lambert to Eskel. You smiled at them both, unsure of what to say. -”Where’d Geralt pick you up at?” Lambert turned to go back to the table he’d previously been at. “Come have a seat.” Eskel offered, gesturing to an empty chair at the table. Your eyes widened at the sight of the creature laying on the table. “Oh, uh, sorry about that. Lambert, get the katakan off the table.” “Why?” “I’m sure Geralt doesn’t want his lady friend scared away. Take it to another table.” “Fine, fine.” Lambert grumbled, moving to pick the dead creature up. “Come to a witcher school, you’re bound to find katakans on tables.” The creature seemed much larger than the witcher but he picked it up easily, carrying the monster across his shoulders. -”I’m Eskel.” He gestured for you to sit at the table. “That’s Lambert.” “I’m Y/N.” -”You’re a quiet one.” Lambert commented as he returned to the table. He and Eskel sat across the table from you. “A nice change. The one he brought a couple years back - Man, is she a hardass.” Your brows drew together. “What do you mean?” -Lambert’s eyes widened just a little. He looked to Eskel. -”He didn’t tell you about Yennefer?” “Lambert, it’s none of our business.” “Sure it is.” -You pressed your lips into a tight line, gazing around the room. Your stomach began to churn at the thought of being just another woman Geralt to the keep. You felt foolish, thinking you were special to him. Your foot began to tap the floor. Your hand gripped your thigh tightly. -Eskel and Lambert chatted quietly while you were somewhere else. You weren’t listening to them. You were trying to figure out how you could be so stupid to believe that Geralt thought more of you. You heart was racing in your chest and it almost hurt. You were struggling to hold back your tears. You didn’t know Geralt. In the seven years you knew him, you’d only spent seven nights with him. How stupid could you be to think that you knew him after such a short time together? -You didn’t hear Geralt enter the room, nor did you hear him say your name. He stood behind your chair, his hand coming up to hold your arm. You jolted, turning your head to look at him. “Are you okay?” -”I-I need-I need fresh air.” You stood up suddenly and headed towards the only exit you knew. -”What did you do, Lambert?” “She’s crying and running from you, my friend. Not me.” Eskel used the back of his hand to hit Lambert’s chest. -Geralt followed quickly behind you. He found you sitting on a little stone ledge. One of the goats had walked up to you and you were petting it. Geralt kept his distance, not wanting to be too close to you in case you didn’t want him near you. He didn’t want to invade your space. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” -You stiffly shook your head, afraid that if you spoke, he’d see you cry. He moved to sit beside you but kept some space between you two. His eyes fell down to his hands. His stomach ached at the thought of you wanting to leave already. Inviting you to the keep was a mistake. It would scare you away from him. -”Am I the only one you’ve ever brought here? The only woman?” You whispered, turning your head to finally meet his gaze. “No.” His answer was quiet and flat. “But the other woman I brought…. She and I…. It’s complicated.” “Did you bring me here to use as a pawn? To make her jealous?” “No, Y/N. I’d never do that to you. You are here because I want you here.” He desperately wanted to reach out to place his hand on you. On your shoulder, on your arm, on your knee. He didn’t care where. He just wanted to comfort you and to be comforted by you. You looked back down to the goat. It bleated rather loud and nuzzled at your knee with his head. -”It’s late and I know you must be tired. If you would rather not share a bed with me tonight, there is a room-,” “I want to stay with you tonight.” You cut him off, speaking a little too quick. Your eyes flickered up to look at him through your lashes. He nodded his head and stood to his feet. As he turned to go back into the castle, you reached out for his arm. He stopped and turned to face you. -”I-I was just…. I was afraid you brought me here for other reasons. I-I was afraid you-that you didn’t think anything special of me.” You blushed at the words you’d just admitted to him. He smiled tenderly down at you, one large hand coming up to hold your cheek. “If I didn’t think you were special, I wouldn’t have kept coming back to you for seven years.” He breathed against your lips before softly kissing you. -The two of you walked side by side back into the castle. A man stood at the table Eskel and Lambert were at. When he saw you, his face lit up. -”By the gods, you’ve finally done it!” The man approached you, a bright smile on his lips and his arms open wide. He took your hands and held them tightly in his own. “I was beginning to fear that Geralt would never bring you to meet me! He’s told me so much about you.” “Really?” You grinned a little, turning your head to look at Geralt. He grunted. “Well, no. Not really.” The man sighed. “Getting Geralt to talk is a difficult task.” “Clearly you’ve never gotten him drunk enough.” Lambert muttered, looking down at the mug of alcohol in his hand. “Once you do that, he’ll tell you anything.” ”Don’t encourage the bard, Lambert.” Eskel shook his head. -”It’s late, Jaskier.” Geralt told the man still holding your hands. “She’s had a long journey. She needs rest before you interrogate her.” “If he gets to interrogate her, can I?” “Lambert.” Geralt warned. “Don’t be so crass.” Eskel told him. “Oh, of course! Where are my manners?” Lambert rolled his eyes. -Geralt ushered you up a large flight of stairs, keeping you as close to the wall as possible. Apparently there were a few stones here and there that were loose and stepping on them could mean you’d plummet to your death. -”I like Lambert.” You giggled, looking over your shoulder to Geralt. “Don’t let him hear that.” -Carrying both of your bags over his shoulder, Geralt led you down a narrow passage and to a room at the very end of the dark hall. He pushed the door open and with a movement of his wrist, a fire grew in the hearth. You looked around the room. “How long has this been your room?” You asked him, leaving his side to go to the tall but thin window next to the bed. Looking out, you were given a view of the courtyard. Just beyond the outer wall of the castle was a beautiful view of the mountains. “Longer than I can remember.” He glanced around, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. -”I must admit, I expected this to be more…. untidy.” You messed with a few vials on a stand in the room, lifting them up and inspecting whatever liquid was inside. “Vesemir throws a fit if things don’t stay neat. Though that doesn’t stop Lambert from keeping his room looking like a storm blew through it.” -”Will you lay down with me?” You asked him as you moved to pick up your bag from the floor. “Of course.” -He clambered into the bed just after you got situated underneath the blankets. He laid on top of the blankets but still held you close. You tucked your head underneath his chin, closing your eyes. He buried his nose in your hair, the scent of you calming him down enough that he could drift off to sleep.

Note: I reeeeealllly wanna do a part 2 to this......

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meitanteisachi · 5 years ago

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My Kacchako reading list

My personal shortlist of the most unforgettable Kacchako fics I’ve read and currently reading, as well as planning to read! These are just those I can name at the top of my head so I probably might have missed some and will add later on once I remember. Most are rated M/E (because I am a sucker for Kacchako smut bahaAHHAA)

HAVE READ / ONESHOT / COMPLETE

A Little Bit Closer by mignonettes (a Ground Zero...dildo?!) A Softer World Prompt 46 by i-masshiro (kchk as exes. They never really got over each other) A Sweet Surprise by ohmytheon (Ochako bakes Bakugou a birthday cake) Again by corinnemaree (After Bakugo gives Ocha her first kiss, she just cant get enough) All Work and No Play by mignonettes (one of the hottest kchk smuts imo) Angel and Demon by EmeraldWaves (Ochako is a tease) Apricity by i-masshiro (Christmas kchk; honesty hour for our babies, very cute) As If to Say by calamansifresh (can’t get enough of a straightforward Bakugo. fluff!) As We Minimize the Space by calamansifresh (Ochako’s obsession: touching Bakugo. hot smut) Quiet by IchigoKacchan (twitter thread turned Ao3, HOT) Bakudonis by Ichigo_Kacchan (1-A drooling over shirtless Bakugo) Benign Masochism by windigop (Stripper Bkg. That’s it. I’m sold) Best Birthday Ever by crystymre (A twitter thread full of fluff and everything nice uwu) Biting the Bullet by MockingbirdSoul (one of the BEST kchk sexual tension fics EVAR) Conflict Resolution by Colorslander (Bakugo is bad at feelings, yes) Delivery Incoming by mignonettes (drunk Bakugo loves his girlfriend so much. VERY CUTE) Drinks series by BlueTee (ahh!! drunk kchk!! isso!! cute!!! AHH) Fight Night by ohmytheon (Ochako: *breaks Bakugo’s nose* Bakugo: im so turned on rn) First Date Etiquette by Methoxyethane (smut and humor are /chefs kiss/) Fleeting Emotions by EmeraldWaves (series of oneshots! includes tdmm and kmjr! fave is #4) Fragile by Virtually Forgotten (another series of oneshots! fluff/angst/smut i’m in love) Fuck or Die: Bakugo birthday edition by Italian_Lily (lust quirk and coming 7 times omg) Fuck or Die by mignonettes (twitter thread; ochako hit by a quirk that makes ya horny) Gentle Hands by corinnemaree (it takes a while for Bakugo to process that Ocha kissed him) Girl of His Dreams by NamiSwaannn (Bakugo has very /vivid/ dreams abt Ochako) good together by tusslee (kchk sext this is so hot asjdkhaf) Hero Analysis and Application by SakuraDrops93 (slow-burn kchk wholesome content, except for chapter 28, ish) Hot Lavender Latte by calamansifresh (coffee shop AU! cute and wholesome and fluffy) How’s The Weather by crystymre (how the ending is written is the BEST) I Don’t Care by SakuraDrops93 (MY. MOST. FAVORITE. NON-SMUT kchk oneshot) I Don’t Compete by crystymre (kchk pro-hero AU. hot and sweet and cute) If Heartbreak by i-masshiro (if you don’t want to have your heart broken, DONT READ THIS. </3) Irresistible by ElanaDrex (lust quirk again, but dayum this hot) Kill, Fuck, Marry by stillfly94 (twitter thread; we love an angry dork Bakugo) Late Night Sweets by jarynw02 (so cute omg! Bakugo soft only for Chako) Misfit Love by Ichigo_Kacchan (Bakugo bought a new desk and Ochako didnt like it. yet) Morning Dew by calamansifresh (we need kchk morning sex in our lives) No One Else by thesweetestnerd (again, Ochako being a hot tease) Not Afraid by omytheon (Spin the bottle. Bakugo to kiss Ochako, then it gets complicated) once bitten by wonduhhwoman/still.fly (vampire ochako oneshot. help, this is too hot.) one juicy peach by still.fly (the first kcck i’ve read. it’s hot and beautiful ;_; sweet bakugo) Partition by Ichigo_Kacchan (based on Beyonce’s Partition, Kacchako multitasks in limo) [Prompt]Sweet Surprise Vday KCCK by italian_lily (Bakugo helps Ochako make cake) Protect and Kill by ohmytheon (AU, Ocha is FBI agent and Baku is assassin) quality time by still.fly (kcck as roommates. fluff!) Quarantine Thread by Megadoodle (soooo cute!!!) Quiet Time by ohmytheon (Deku overhears kcck on the top bunk doing...things) say it and i’m yours by yaomomochi (aquarium date!!!) Sparks by ohmytheon (secret relationship + blind date) Stress Relief by Italian_lily (exactly how I would picture a kchk sparring smut scene tbh) Suds ‘n’ Sweat by mignonettes (kcck in laundry and ya know what happens) Summer Hoodies by mythica magic (Ochako in Bakugo’s sweater hrrrmm) Take a Break by ohmytheon (pro-hero Kchk doing it in the workplace to relieve stress) The Dark Web by ohmytheon (another hot kchk sexual tension comin’ right up!!!) The feeling that isn’t entirely unpleasant by mysterious intentions (fluffy HS kchk!) The Final Countdown by ohmytheon (New Year’s countdown, first kiss, pure kchk fluff <3) The Five Times It’s Fake and the One Time It Isn’t by mignonettes (fake dating AU!) thought that i was dreaming by lianhuawu (kchk post AFO-fight. sweet huhu) Un Pour Tous by mignonettes (coffee shop AU, fluff!) VIP Pass by HikoCassidy (oooh a drummer Bakugo) warm light on a winter’s day by wonduhhwoman (soulmates kchk, stuck in cabin for winter) Worthy by Tharros (drunk Ochako again + sweet “friend” Bakugo) Yes or No is Not a Trick Question by silv3rbloodalch3mist (ANOTHER. FAVORITE. Honest Bakugo is hot) Yours, If You Wanted by calamansifresh (bakugo and his hidden crush mehehe)

CURRENTLY READING / ONGOING

Aquating Training Session by BeMore (happens before camping arc; w/ tdmm!) Boyfriend-Girlfriend Things by silv3rbloodalch3mist (ahh another one from a fave author!) Little Do You Know by fullondisclosure (soulmates with a twist!) Make it wit chu by Ichigo_Kacchan (a One night stand/FwB Kacchako) Mr. Brightside by SakuraDrops93 (MY. MOST. FAVORITE! RECENTLY UPDATED AHH) Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by Ms_Chunks (very long but very good asdhajf kchk quirk dynamic) floaty ‘splodey fic series by ishkabibble_bafflegab (every fic in this series is /hearteyes/) Hot Cocoa & Chill by FrenchK (uwu i’m soft) Seeing Double by knifekirby (Fantasy AU! I’m in love with this!) The Reaper by thevoidyouknow (kchk roommates, virgin ocha and horny bakugo) (Touch Me) Kill Each Other Slowly by corinnemaree (vampire!bkg) there is something wrong with uravity by onlyfm (again with the horny quirk. yes) We Can Never Be Friends by crystymre (reading this on twitter it’s so fun and hot omg) why don’t you say so by frazzledazzle (all dialogue; all interesting drabbles! love this!) You Lost by NanaHachikoSan (this is just hot dirty hahaha)

TO READ

A Different Perspective by house_of_pixels actuality by still.fly Among a Crowd of Faces by miraimisu Bakugou Katsuki is Going to Become A Friendly Guy Even if it Kills Him by pisces-royalty Blanket Pals by miraimisu Clocks and Blades by Pomoon Closer by Ichigo_Kacchan downplay it by seconddaysea Fall by crystymre Finding Our Normal by theGingerTrekie Floating Embers by megwritesfanfiction Grounded by ElenaDrex He Who Always Left First by miraimisu Hot-headed by MoofyKitten In Hindsight by infantblue It’s Just Training by LaMuerta It’s Our Secret, Angel Face by thesweetestnerd Kacchako Week 2019 entries by BlueTee Lie for Me by lovecassia Limerence by KarmaHope Make Me Forget by Chio Saki Midnight Terrain by stillfly94 No One Knows by Ichigo_Kacchan Noblesse Oblige by EmeraldWaves & Superevey On the Rainbow Road by ohmytheon One Day at a Time by jarynw02 Out of the Town by jarynw02 Popcorn for Breakfast by Ichigo_Kacchan [Prompt]Glimpse into the Future by italian_lily Something New by megwritesfanfiction The Boys Start the War and the Girls Get Even by crystymre The Heist by katschako The Need Inside You by ohmytheon the shape of your words by nascence The Wonderful World of Jealousy by ohmytheon These Stones We Skip by miraimisu With the Touch of My Staff by miraimisu

If you can recommend me some (I’m pretty sure there are a lot of beautiful Kacchako fics out there I might’ve missed bc srsly this fandom has SO MANY talented writers), feel free to leave them in the comments and I’ll be more than happy to add them here

#bnha #kacchako #fanfic #shortlist #fanfic masterlist

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whom-killed-markiplier · 5 years ago

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Illinois x Reader fic where he plans a trip to Alaska for the holidays but with the cold weather, all flights are cancelled. He’s really upset cuz all his plans are ‘ruined’ and he wanted his first Christmas with S/O to be special. So she does everything to cheer him up. Making Gingerbread-men, having hot cocoa, snuggling up and listening Christmas music. The real kicker being when Cold December Night by Michael Buble starts playing S/O pulls Illinois into a dance and starts singing to him.

Not gonna lie, I totally love this. Bless you for starting this blog off with just the CUTEST idea. I hope I wrote Illy right! I’m still trying to get a hang of his character, so I’m not sure if it turned out right. Also, this song is soooo cute! I’ve never heard it before but I’ve now listened to it like, twenty times since I got this request. Anyway! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy!

Cold December Night.

Time: 9:15Destination: Alaska Status: Cancelled

Illinois gaped up at the board hanging up on the wall above. The word glowed red and blared at him as if mocking him. “Cancelled. All your amazing plans are cancelled.”

When you noticed how tense your boyfriend became, you reached down and grabbed his hand. He looked at you and you could see the utter disappointment clear in his eyes. You had tried to bring his spirits back up, but all he could think about was how his amazing plans with you were ruined

You had assured him you would talk to someone before you lead a distressed Illinois through the airport until you found someone you could talk to. When you did, they explained that because of the harsh winter weather, they had to cancel all trips to Alaska for the next few days. You could see the energy drain from Illinois as his body slumped from the news. At the very least, you got a refund, but it wasn’t worth it if you had to see Illinois in such a sad state.

When you returned to your home it was still, silent, and a little bit depressing. Since you had planned to spend Christmas in Alaska, you hadn’t bothered decorating your home’s halls. As a result, it all seemed a little out of place for the festive season.

Illinois let out a heavy sigh.

You’d never seen him so down about anything. He was always so smiley, always had his chin up. And sure, there were things that he got upset about, but he rarely let them get him down. A little worried for him, you sat him down on the couch and asked him about it.

“This trip was going to be really important, (Y/N),” he said, “I wanted our first Christmas together to be special… I was going to show you the northern lights! It was going to be awesome."

He pulled his hat off and ran his hand through his hair. You frowned and leaned up to rest your hand against his cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Illy… Alaska isn’t going anywhere. We can visit any time.”

“But… our Christmas is ruined.”

"Love, we can still have a special first Christmas, even here at home.”

Illinois took a look around the spirit-less home and sighed again. You gave him a sad smile and took his hat, placing it back on his head.

“We woke up pretty early. Why don’t you go take a nap, love? I’ll make us some lunch in a bit.”

Illinois gave one last sigh and nodded, leaning in to kiss your cheek before standing up and going back to your room. You watched him sadly as he left, feeling bad that he was so torn up about this.

Luckily though, you had a plan. You weren’t going to let him feel so upset. You were going to show him that you could have a special holiday, even from home.Quietly, you left for the store and an hour later you were sneaking back into the house with bags full of things. Most of it consisted of decorations for your home, but you also bought things to make gingerbread cookies and hot cocoa.

You put all the bags into the living room and snuck back to your room to see if Illinois was still asleep. He was out like a light. With a smile you watched your boyfriend snooze for just a second before you got to work.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have a real tree. Last minute like this, you could only find a cheap plastic one. But it was enough. You brought its box in from your car and assembled it first. Not wanting to go too overboard with spending, you didn’t get too many decorations for it. Just a few strings of lights, tinsel, and a box of ornaments. It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but it was better than nothing.

After the tree was up you set a few Christmas cookie scented candles out on the coffee table and lit them. You took a set of snowflake lights into the kitchen and draped a sparkly white garland over the living room mantle. Little reindeer, snowmen, and elf figurines scattered the home. You even had a big Santa statue sitting on your kitchen counter.

Was it perfect? No. But for last minute? Well, it would have to do.

You were just finishing hanging some colorful fairy lights up in the living room when you heard the sound of your hallway creek. You turned and saw Illinois, his face illuminated by the colors of the room.

“(Y/N)…?”

You hopped off of the step-stool you were using and smiled wide. You extended your arms out, presenting the room to him.

“Ta-da! What do you think?"

Illinois’ eyes scanned the room, looking at the festive decor. He stopped when his eyes landed on the Christmas tree. Then, his eyes found you.

"Where did you get all of this?”

“I went to the store while you were asleep,” you said, closing the gap between you two, “I know how bummed you were about not being able to go to Alaska, so I wanted to show you that we could still have a good Christmas.”

“Darling, you did this all for me?"

"Of course I did! You thought I was just going to let you be sad for Christmas?”

He sniffled and grabbed his hat to angle it over his face as he looked down. You leaned down slightly to get a look at his face, suddenly concerned.

“Illy are you… are you crying?”

“What? Of course not, I… Illinois doesn’t cr-cry.”

You pushed his hat out of his face and he bit back a whimper. His eyes were glossing over, tears threatening to fall. You smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to his nose. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, holding you close so that you wouldn’t see him tearing up.

“Thank you, (Y/N)…”

“You’re welcome Illy,” You wiggled out of his arms, grinning brightly, “I’m not done yet though! Come on!"

You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen, where you placed the gingerbread and hot chocolate ingredients. You saw him peer at the decorations around him before looking down at you as you started to talk again.

"When I was little, one of my favorite things to do was make little gingerbread men. And you can’t go wrong with hot chocolate! Soo, voilà!”

Illinois smiled, still growing emotional over what he was seeing in front of him. Still holding onto your hand, he used it to pull you back against his chest and hold you close against him.

“I love you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too.” You pulled away just enough to peer up at him. “I know I said I’d make us lunch, but do you wanna make some cookies instead?"

Illinois chuckled, a lovely sound from deep in his chest.

"Sure thing, pumpkin. That sounds nice.”

And so you did. You mixed up the batter and rolled out the dough and Illinois helped you cut out gingerbread men shapes with the cookie cutters you bought. You put them in the oven, and while you were waiting for it to finish, you started the hot chocolate.

“The box hot chocolate is good in a pinch, but I want to give you the real thing,” you had told him, mixing together the ingredients in a pot.

When it was finished, you used a ladle to fill two mugs with the cocoa, then sprinkled them with marshmallows. You stood in the kitchen, sipping hot cocoa as you talked and waited for the cookies to finish. Finally, when the timer beeped, you put down your mug and took out the cookies.

“Now for the best part!” You said as you picked up the frosting, “Decorating!! Will you help me?”

Illinois chuckled and, without answering, took an icing packet from you. You both got to work, and were having way too much fun with it, joking around and making funny designs on the cookies.

“Look, Illy! This one looks like you!” You said as you drew on details to make it look like his iconic adventuring outfit. He laughed as you drew the gingerbread Illinois winking and sticking his tongue out.

“Looks just like me,” he said with a good laugh, “Just not as delectable."

You laughed and playfully nudged him away from you. He laughed again in turn, and the laughter didn’t stop as you continued joking around.

Once you were done you snacked on the cookies and the rest of your hot chocolate before you dragged him back into the living room. After standing for so long, you decided it was time to just relax with some music.

You sat Illinois down on the couch and took the place beside him, taking your phone out of your pocket. You pulled up a Christmas playlist and set it down on the coffee table, listening as the cheery music filled the air. You leaned back in your seat and snuggled up against Illinois, who wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight against his body.

You rested there for a long while against your boyfriend, humming to Christmas songs and idly chatting with him. Eventually, a very familiar song started playing, filling your heart with joy. Cold December Night was playing in your ears and suddenly you felt like getting up and moving.

"Ooo! I love this song,” you said, grinning from ear to ear as you pushed yourself off of Illinois. You hopped to your feet and held your hand to him.

“Care for a dance?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling himself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against chest as he placed his hands on your waist. Together you swayed to the music.

You hummed along to the song as the lyrics played, but by the time the chorus started you were singing.

“So please just fall in love with me this Christmas,” you leaned away from him to look into Illinois’ eyes, only to find them shimmering with love. Your heart leapt as you continued singing to him.

“There’s nothing else that I would need this Christmas,” you moved your hands from around his neck to cup both sides of his face.

“Won’t be wrapped under the tree, I want something that lasts forever," You inched closer to his face watching the heartmeltingly soft expression on his face.

”So kiss me on this cold December night.“

Illinois was the one to close the gap between you two. He pressed his lips, warm and tasting sweet from the hot cocoa, against yours. It was sweet and chaste and warmed your heart, but unfortunately it didn’t last long before he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"You really are something, you know that, darling?”

“Something good?” You asked him coyly. He chuckled.

“Something very good. Something incredibly, extraordinarily good."

You pressed your lips to his again and Illinois’ heart soared.

After all his years of high stakes adventure, he’d forgotten what it was like to live a quiet life. And while he could never give that excitement up, at least not yet, you taught him that he doesn’t need to feel that adrenaline pumping twenty-four seven.

So, maybe your exciting Christmas trip got cancelled. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t have something equally as good at home with you. As long as Illinois had you, he’d find special moments in everything.

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rosy-chimchim · 5 years ago

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Sweet As Can Be

Genre: F L U F F, a little nsfw at points, lots of ice cream and smooches Word Count: 10k baby Summary: Summer jobs blow, but boy are you glad that the cute ice cream scoop decided to work this summer break (This whole idea came from me falling in love worth Scoops Ahoy and Steve Harrington in Stranger Things season 3, but it’s nothing like Stranger Things lol.)

it was hot out

Like REALLY HOT

You know that type of humid sticky hot that feels like the air is just suffocating you in it’s yucky blanket of heat

That type of hot

You could feel yourself melting with each step you took home,,,it was just nasty

Each owner of the little mom and pop shops you’d pass by would give you a sympathetic smile or wave as you struggled on your trek home,,,oOf they knew it was bad out there

It was horrible >:(

All you wanted was to be at home laying in front of an industrial fan, drinking some cold goddamn water

Maybe not an industrial fan that would be really aggressive,,,a moderately sized but still powerful fan

You had been planning on relaxing by the beach this afternoon

You even packed a cute little beach bag with a sandwich, a juice box, a towel, sunscreen, and some books you were reading!!!

but you forgot to check the weather and weren’t expecting this ~𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮~ to hit and hit HARD

You set out for your beach adventure all excited to finally get a relaxing afternoon to yourself and the wonderful ocean!

But as you continued your journey to the beach, the temperature began to increase, going from a temperate 80 degrees fahrenheit with a nice breeze here and there to a WHOPPING 96 degrees with intense humidity and literally no breeze

Like wtf

Halfway to the beach you decided to call it, it was way too hot and the thought of steaming like a lobster on the sand wasn’t very appealing anymore

Throughout your walk home you had eaten your sandwich and drank your juice box

It wasn’t even a big juice box it was like one of those stupid Motts Kids juice boxes that only contains like 5 sips of juice, anyway-

Your tummy was rumbling and you were slowly giving into the idea of getting food

You scanned the block you were walking for any place to grab something to eat

There was a flower shop, not an option

A salon, once again,,, thats a no go

Rows and rows of apartments, lucky bastards in their air conditioned homes

Your eyes fall on a yellow and pink building, it sticks out like a sore thumb around the chicer buildings in the area

Walking closer you read the shops sign

‘Scoopies Frozen Treats: Authentic Ice Cream Parlor!’

PERFECT

Pushing the double doors open, you hear a little bell go off signifying the workers you were here

The…wor…kers??

There was nobody here

No one was behind the counter or the rows and rows of ice cream tubs

ICE CREAM TUBS

With hesitant steps and a few more glances around the parlor you walked up to the glass window where the ice cream was held

The colors and flavors were mesmerizing, they all looked so delicious

Of course you had your classics: vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, etc.

But there were also some more interesting flavors: lemon poppyseed, honey pistachio, PB&J swirl, Sour Patch kids and more

Entranced by the varying flavors you never heard the back door being pushed open by a grumbling boy

Or the sound of his feet as he made his way over to you

“Hi welcome-“

“HOLY SHIT”

“-to Scoopies?”

You swear you jumped five feet in the air from being startled

Damn he got you good,,,real big spook

Composing yourself and trying to will away the flush of embarrassment you finally look up at the boy who just gave you the scare of your life

“Yes, h-hi, hello. Jesus you really startled me wOW.” You managed to cough out

Wow really articulate

Your jumpy nerves did not settle when you focused on the employee in front of you

Oh wow he’s really cute

Black fluffy hair, pale skin, cute eyes that were scrunched up to match the look of a somewhat grumpy concern on his face

And to top it all off,,,a Scoopies uniform

A light pink and white striped t shirt with a yellow apron which had a smiling ice cream cone on it

The text underneath the cone said “I’m as sweet as our ice cream!” SNORT

The pout that he was wearing seemed to speak otherwise

“Soooo are you gonna get anything?”

Oh right you were here for ice cream

“Yeah! Could I please have two scoops of strawberry please?”

You totally didn’t flash your brightest smile at him in hopes that he would think you were as cute as you thought he was nope not at all

Giving you a nod, he pulled out his scooper and began to fill your order

And not to like,,, drool or anything but his hands be lookin NICE while he grips that ice cream scooper

Making your way to the register you wait for the boy to finish scooping your order

“$3.50 is your total”

You hand over your money and he grabs it

Your eyes follow up his arm to look at his pretty face again

His hair was puffy and tousled, most likely from the humidity along with his slightly rosy cheeks,,, damn it must suck to be working right now

You glance toward his chest, hoping to find a name tag

BINGO THERE IT IS

“Hi my name is Yoongi!”

Yoongi,,,,cute name

“Here’s your change, have a good afternoon.”

Grabbing both your change and ice cream you start to head out the door when you remember

The smoldering heat that awaits outside

Gross, like mega gross

You really didn’t want to face that again, not after being in the cool ice cream parlor

You glanced around the shop, there were only three tables and part of you didn’t feel like sitting at a table alone,,,that felt a little sad

The were pink stools and a counter next to the ice cream display and that seemed like a perfect place to sit your little butt down and enjoy your treat

You set your bag on the seat next to you and started to eat your ice cream and holy shit did it hit the spot

You almost moaned out loud about how good the cold creamy treat felt on your parched throat,,,it was delicious

Continuing to eat, you let your eyes wander in search for Yoongi, the cute ice cream boy

You really couldn’t help yourself

He was fiddling around with some equipment, you’re not really sure cause all you could focus on was his face tbh

He was very very pretty like one of the prettiest people you’d ever seen

Something about him just entrances you

He looked like the cute boy next door type that you dreamed about as a kid

Okay you gotta look away now this staring thing is getting kind of creepy

You continued to eat your ice cream only occasionally glancing toward the cute boy

Again you really couldn’t help yourself!!!

It was quite the shock when you saw him starting to walk over to you

This is your chance!!! Trying to talk to him is now your mission

Yoongi spritzed the glass display and began to clean it when he heard a voice cut through the silence of the parlor

“It must be hard working on such a hot day like this huh?”

Oh you were still here, he thought you had left a while back

Okay that’s such a lie he knew you were still here but was just trying to ignore you so he wouldn’t get distracted while cleaning and possibly knock something over and make a fool of himself

You were sweet(and really cute but you didn’t hear that from him), the sweetest customer he had all day, it seemed you fit the Scoopies “sweet as ice cream” slogan better than any of the employees

He was used to dealing with middle aged mothers coming in and barking orders at him about how they want to try this or that or how they only want this flavor but they were sold out of it but they wanted it anyways and-

It was safe to say that you were a very needed change of pace

Lost in his own thoughts, Yoongi realized he forgot to respond to your question

Your smile drops as you only get a grunt in reply to your question

Dang, not very talkative

You brace yourself and try and shoot your shot one more time

“Have you been very busy today? Ya know because of how warm it is?”

His eyes flicker up to yours and stare blankly for a second

Shit maybe you shouldn’t have pushed your luck and asked a second question

Oh noooo now he thinks you’re weird for asking him so many questions when he was clearly just trying to do his job and clean

In your head your beginning to formulate a plan of how to leave as quickly as possible without looking like a crazy person, oh god you can never walk on this block again in fear of him seeing you

“Honestly not as many as you’d think.”

OH WEVE GOT A HIT

WE’VE GOT A PROPERLY WORDED RESPONSE

Your smile reaches your ears as you respond “it’s probably cause no one wants to leave their little air conditioned paradises and face the nasty heat.”

He gives you his own little smile in response

“Yeah I think that’s it.”

That little gummy smile sent your way made yours grow even larger

The silence between you two comes back but not for long

“Soooo, why did you leave your ‘air conditioned paradise’ today?”

ALERT ALERT HE JUST INITIATED THE CONVERSATION WHICH TRANSLATES THAT HES NOT ANNOYED BY YOOOUUU

You go into your whole spiel of how you were going to the beach but didn’t think to check the weather and look you even made this cute bag and all!!!

And he watched you, trying not to smile too big at the animated way you moved as you talked

Your hands flew all over the place and your eyebrows furrowed and unfurrowed at different points in the story, depending on the intensity

Once you finished the retelling of your day, you took a deep breathe

Talking about this heatwave got you really worked up

An understanding expression graced Yoongi’s features and he nodded

“That’s pretty rough. I missed my bus today and walked here in the heat too.”

“Isn’t just horrible out there?”

Yoongi was nice to talk to, there weren’t very many awkward pauses and your conversation kept him occupied while he cleaned

You had finished your ice cream a long time ago and now just sat at the counter, swiveling in your stool as you listened to Yoongi intently

But still, you knew that you couldn’t stay in that ice cream parlor forever even though you wanted to, very much so :(

You got up and threw your empty cup in the trash and gathered your bag, making sure you were leaving with everything you came with

Yoongi has gone back to cleaning the display, a little sad that you were leaving so soon

Even though it wasn’t “so soon” and you had been there a solid 45 minutes

As you were walking out the door you yelled “See you later!” over your shoulder and proceeded with your walk home

He muttered a soft “Bye” he doubts you heard but it’s the thought that counts

Yoongi stands back at the register twiddling his thumbs and replaying your conversation over in his head

Your conversation

You

HE NEVER ASKED YOU FOR YOUR NAME

WHAT KIND OF DOOFUS DOESNT ASK THE PRETTY GIRL HES BEEN CHATTING WITH FOR HER NAME

A YOONGI KIND OF DOOFUS APPARENTLY

He just prays that you come back to visit him so he can properly get to know you :(

You did say “see you later” so he hopes that’s a good sign

That later comes sooner than expected and you find yourself walking into Scoopies two days later

This time there’s a bit of a line but you wait, bouncing on your heels and hoping that time would move a little faster

You gotta see your cinnamon apple!!!!

Well not really YOUR cinnamon apple

He doesn’t really know you like that

Anyway the line finally shortens and your excited cause not only do you get to see Yoongi but you also get ice cream!!

You walk up to the register all confidently ready to woo Yoongi right then and there

Only to be greeted by a different employee

A shock of light pink hair and a nice smile

His name tag said “Hi my name is Jimin!” With a bunch of hearts and flowers doodle around it

“Hi there! What can I get for you today?”

“Oh um, could I please have two scoops of cookie dough please?”

Mission of woo cute ice cream scoop failed, target not in range and not serving you

But Jimin was very sweet to you and your pretty sure he gave you a little extra ice cream instead of just two scoops

You took a seat at the counter, peaking around equipment to see if Yoongi was hiding behind anything

He’s pretty small lol

Got ‘em

Anyway, no luck he wasn’t tucked in any crevice of the parlor

“Excuse me?”

Jimin turns toward you

Oh shit no this probably isn’t a smart

“Is-is he here?”

“Is who here?”

Again super articulate questioning you goof

“Um Yoongi! Is Yoongi here? Today?”

Jimin smiled, he likes your personality, you remind him of an over excited puppy always tripping over themselves

“No he isn’t in right now.”

You smile falters and you glance down

Suddenly your feet dangling off the stool became very interesting

“Okay, that’s fine.” You send him a small smile trying to mask your slight disappointment

You barely knew this dude but you were upset you didn’t get to see him working? Jesus girl get a grip

“Buuuut, he’ll be here in 15 minutes for his next shift!”

Your head shoots up from the ground

“Oh! Okay perfect!”

You grin widens as Jimin laughs at your reaction

“How do you know Yoongi? Are you a friend of his?”

How do you explain your infatuation with Yoongi

“Well not friends exactly,,,I’d like to be his friend! He helped me yesterday and we just kind of hit it off ya know?”

Jimin wiggles his eyebrows at you

“Ooooh hit it off huh?”

Your face immediately flushes pink

“No no no not like hit it off in a romantic sense!! Like platonically!! Buddies! Pals! I mean I do think he’s cute but it’s just friendly conversation, we’re amigos even!”

“So you think he’s cute?”

“Yes but that’s not the point I’m trying to make right now!”

Jimin giggles at your panicked response

“It’s okay calm down I’m not trying to give you a heart attack.” He says through his laughter

Phew okay he doesn’t think it’s weird

“I’ll put in a good word with your so called ‘amigo’ about you.”

He shoots you a wink and you give him a shy smile along with a quiet “Thank you”

You passed the time by eating your ice cream and scrolling through your phone

Something about Yoongi gave you butterflies in you stomach that you were currently trying to control

You continued to scroll on your phone trying to find interesting articles to pass the time

Oooh top ten smartest animals!

You quickly became engrossed with the article that ranged from poodles to dolphins, cooing at the cute pictures of animals

Meanwhile, Yoongi enters the parlor from the back entrance and changes into his apron

Tying it around his neck, he peeked through the little window on the break room door

Damn it looked busier than normal, his arms are gonna be so tired

He pouted a little, scanning the tables when his eyes landed on the counter

Holy shit

It was you!!!

You were sitting at the counter in all your glory!!

You’re wearing your hair different than last time, it’s cute uwu

Okay Yoongi collect yourself, you need a plan to approach her calmly

Just go up to her and start talking like you did last time, the conversation flowed so naturally it can’t be that hard

Taking a deep breathe, he burst through the door

…a little too enthusiastically causing you to glance up from your phone

Oh shit abort mission

You had the brightest most gorgeous eyes, so full of hope and wonder

Damn it now he’s just staring at you, speak Yoongi speak

“Hi.”

You blinked at him owlishly

“Hello.”

“It’s you.”

“…it is me.” You blinked again.

He gulped a little

You made him so nervous!!

“…h-hi.”

You tried to suppress a small grin forming on your face as you watched him fumble for his words

Okay so you aren’t the only nervous one here

“I thought we had already gotten through our greetings?”

He smiled a little at your sarcastic comment

“That we did, you are correct.”

You smiled at him fully, and reached a hand out to him

“I never introduced myself, I’m y/n.”

He stared at your hand a bit before taking it in his own and giving it a little shake.

“I’m Yoongi.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

You pulled your hand away, which made him a little :(((, and pointed at his name tag

Duh

He fidgeted a little before asking, “Can I get you anything?”

You looked down at your ice cream, “Jimin helped me already.”

Oh yeah he wasn’t the only one working

“But I would enjoy some company if you have the chance?”

Apparently you were feeling extra bold today

He glanced back at Jimin at the register and found him staring back at him

He winked and nodded his head, he could handle the shop alone for a bit

And if Yoongi had a possibility to get a girlfriend he would gladly run the shop alone whenever asked

Maybe Yoongi getting laid once in a while would make him less grumpy, Jimin chuckled to himself

Your conversation flowed, hopping from topic to topic with easy laughter mixed in

You showed him the article on the world’s smartest animals and showed him the video attached to it

It was Koko the gorilla you couldn’t NOT show him!

Yoongi spent most of his time watching your reactions to the video instead of watching it himself whoops

You talked for what felt like hours when in reality it was only 30 minutes

“Yoongi I hate to break it to you but it’s time for my lunch break so I need you to sling ice cream for a bit.”

Yoongi looked at you with a little disappointment

You were having such a good conversation:((( he didn’t want to go back to slinging ice cream :(((

“Don’t worry I’ll still be here when your done.”

He smiled at that, perfectly content to do his job if you were waiting for him

You watched him as he works, smiling at the way he would talk to little kids when they came in with their parents

He was so sweet to them, giving his little gummy smile and asking what they wanted

Your phone buzzes from your pocket

A text message from your best friend

Girls night starting in 10, you coming?

Damn you completely forgot about girls night

Yup! I’ll be there in five!

You catch Yoongi’s eye, frowning at him and telling him you have to leave, “Girls night awaits, can’t miss it.”

Yoongi nods, a tiny frown threatening to break out on his face

“I’ll be back, when do you work next.”

He looked back up at you, “tomorrow, 12:30-3:00.”

You smiled widely, “I’ll be there, see you tomorrow.”

You kept your promise, showing up to Scoopies only a little hungover from girls night

And you continued to show up to Scoopies a few days out of the week

You restricted yourself to only three cause you did have other things to do and you’ve been wasting a lot of money on ice cream

Eventually you learned the cycle of workers and who worked what shifts

There was Jimin, who mainly worked the afternoon shifts with Yoongi

Jungkook, who worked mornings before Yoongi and Jimin got there, sometimes sticking around for an afternoon shift if they were really busy

And Namjoon and Hoseok, who took the night shift + closing

You really enjoyed your visits to Scoopies, everyone was kind and charming and it was cold in there giving you an escape from summer heat

But you were upset

Your relationship with Yoongi wasn’t progressing outside of your little chats inside the parlor

You wanted more, to see him outside of his job

and also be outside the parlor so the temptation of buying ice cream almost every day wouldn’t be a problem

It was currently 2:15 and you were working up the nerve to ask Yoongi out

You even gave yourself a little pep talk on the way here to hype yourself up

It’s spooky, rejection is scary

Okay you just gotta do it, balls to the wall, all out boi

You cleared your throat

“Hey Yoongi, what time do you get off?”

He replied to you while he scooped ice cream, “Like in an hour, why?”

“Wanna walk me home when you’re done?”

Yoongi froze for a sec

You wanted him to walk you home??? Like just the two of you??? And you were willing to wait??

He furrowed his eyebrows, “an hours a pretty long time, are you sure you want to wait?”

“Of course! I brought some books to keep me entertained while I wait. And it’s much cooler here than it is at my apartment.”

“You brought books? Were you planning on waiting for me today?”

You flushed bright red

He caught you red handed >:(

“Nonononono nothing like that I just bring them everywhere. You see I get really bored really easily so I bring them to keep my attention on something ya know it just a habit now like I put them in my bag when I go anywhere cause ya know I don’t want to annoy people around me when I get kind of bored cause like-“

Yoongi smirked as he listened to you ramble on

“Y/n, that was a joke. Don’t freak out on me.”

You open and close your mouth a few times

You probably looked like a fish

“Oh a joke. Ha ha okay that makes sense.”

You scratch your head nervously and grab a book, opening to a random page so you could focus on something that wasn’t Yoongis teasing stare

Your nervous glancing around the page quickly morphed into fixated reading as you became more invested in the story line

You always felt that reading was a very good way to pass time, getting lost in a world that wasn’t yours

You changed positions on your stool multiple times while reading: sitting cross legged, kneeling, crossing your legs, resting your head on the counter, it was a habit

Yoongi noticed every time you shifted, smiling to himself

When you read you were still energetic and responsive

An hour passed by and Yoongi went into the back room to change

As he climbed the mountain, he heard the shrieks and groans of the creatures in the forest. He wasn’t alone out there, there were millions of-

A tap on your shoulder startles you

“Oops sorry, should’ve given you a warning. Ready to go?”

You pack your books and hop of the stool with a “yup!”

The two of you exit the parlor

You walk a block in silence

This is weird, neither of you are talking

“What are“ “What do you-“ both of you say at the same time.

You laugh a little, “you go first.”

He clears his throat, “What are some of your hobbies? Besides reading obviously.”

“Well, I like writing, um painting is pretty fun too! I like to go to the beach and people watch sometimes.”

He chuckles, “why people watching?”

“It’s really interesting, when I people watch I realize ‘woah I’m not the only person in the world who has a life and good friends and aspirations and stuff’. It’s out of body and humbling. Oh it’s also really funny to watch people who buy soft pretzels get attacked by seagulls.”

Wow

You were philosophical AND cute

A total dreamboat if you ask Yoongi

“Yeah, I get what you mean. I do that at work sometimes.”

“So what do you do when you’re not scooping ice cream?”

Yoongi stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down, “oh I sometimes compose music. I really like playing the piano too.”

Your expression brightens, “You have to let me listen sometime! I mean, only if your comfortable sharing of course, I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t want to.”

He glances at you threw his bangs, “I think that’s a pretty good idea, I’ve already had my friends listen to it a bunch so I need some new ears to test it on.”

In no time, you arrive at your apartment complex

“Can I-“ “Is it okay-“

You roll your eyes playfully, “we have got to stop doing that it’s so cheesy

Yoongi nods and smiles “I totally agree. I went first last time so it’s your turn now.”

Okay now here’s the true test of your bravery

You’ve been preparing yourself to do this almost everyday and here’s your shot

“Can I get your number, maybe?”

There it is, your shooting your shot once more

“Oh yeah, yeah for sure. Here, gimme your phone.”

You hand him your phone and he diligently types in the numbers

“I’ll see you soon y/n.”

SWOON YOU GOT YOONGI’S NUMBER

You shoot him a text as soon as you step inside your apartment, Hey this is y/n!

Oof was the exclamation point to much?

You place your phone on the kitchen counter, too nervous to hold onto it and wait for a reply

The fridge looks very tempting and you tummy rumbles for real food

You only had breakfast and ice cream today oops

Bending over, you glance at the assortment of food

Strawberries, peppers, leftover pizza, grilled chicken-

Buzz buzz

You launch yourself into a standing position

You also subsequently hit your head on the freezer section above your fridge

Ouchy that one stings

Grabbing your phone you check the notification

Hey it’s Yoongi ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Did you get a concussion from banging your head too hard? Cause Min Yoongi does not seem like the type of guy to send emotions

Little did you know Yoongi was pacing his room wondering if the emoticon was a bad choice to send with his first text

You smile and type your reply

Hi there (〃￣ω￣〃)

To say the least, you two texted each other almost everyday, sometimes talking absolute nonsense that wouldn’t make sense to anyone else

Do you think dogs in different countries have different accents when they bark?

Y/n, go to sleep it’s 2:00 a.m

It’s a serious question （；へ：）

Or it was deep philosophical questions that neither of you really had the answer to

Is it worth understanding everything about our universe and planet if we don’t know why we were put on earth in the first place?

Holy shit y/n I don’t know, please go back to talking about dogs before I have an existential crisis

You also continued your walks home together, it was nice cause Yoongi only lived a few blocks away from you

The two of you discovered different layers of the other’s personality

Yoongi was goofy, like goofier than you expected

You’ve caught him dancing by himself in the parlors kitchen multiple and even when he sees you he doesn’t shy away, trying to drag you to dance with him

He was also a very sleepy boi, staying up too late to finish a song or practice piano :(((

And you’re always like get rest you goofball take care of yourself, but you secretly enjoy the little pout that takes over his face and half closed eyes when he’s close to drifting off during breaks

You also adoringly dubbed his break time as ‘nap time for the baby’

Yoongi already knew you were energetic but he didn’t know just how far your energy went

On the very rare night that Jimin and Yoongi would be stuck with closing, you’d stay around and help clean up

Loud music blasted in the parlor, thanks to your phone hooked up to the speakers and you were bouncing around the shop, cleaning fast with a big smile on your face

He thinks that’s the fastest Scoopies has ever been closed

And you were a deep thinker! Yoongi liked to listen to how you interpret different things and how you problem solved

Speaking of problems

It was Friday and you hadn’t been able to visit Scoopies

Today was cleaning day and you had scrubbed your entire apartment top to bottom until it shined

Yoongi said the parlor was too busy anyway, you wouldn’t have had time to sit down and talk

Plus he went to a movie with Jimin and Jungkook after his shift so he couldn’t have walked you home either

You were currently in your pajamas (even though it was only like,,,6:45) and dancing around your kitchen while cooking up some dinner

Your music cut out slightly as your phone buzzed

Yoongi!

Hey, what are your plans for tomorrow?

Besides showering, literally nothing

Wanna grab lunch and hang out at mine? Or something?

BROOOO

WAS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING

Your fingers fidget to text a reply and your heart is pounding in your ears

The sound of you thumbs tapping on the screen seem louder than usual

Yeah I would love to!

Yoongi gasps as he reads your response

Wow

He didn’t think this would actually work

Woah you actually said yes, this is incredible

His smile grows as he texts you back

Cool! How does 12:30 sound? ୧⍢⃝୨

Sounds perfect Yoongs ۹(˒௰˓)۶

You turned your music up louder and danced harder around your kitchen

You ate quickly and watched a little tv, checking the time every now and then

Gotta get to bed early tonight so you actually wake up at a reasonable time to get ready tomorrow, oversleeping is a horrible habit

It was a little difficult trying to sleep since you were practically vibrating with excitement but eventually drift off into dreamland

You wake up to your alarm going off and instinctively hit snooze

Close your eyes for three more minutes

….

They shoot back open and you practically bounce out of bed

It’s showtime baby!!!

Your music is bumping as you slide into the shower, singing and dancing while getting clean

Scrub a dub dub bitch

Styling you hair, you find yourself putting a little more effort in that usual

That goes for your makeup too

It feels like one of those montages from a 90s movie of a girl getting ready to go on a date with her dream guy

Except it was really happening to you!!!

You skip to your closet to pick out an outfit

That’s when you nerves decide to hit you right then and there

Was this a date?

Was there like a certain dress code for where you were going?

Were any of your good shirts clean?

IS THIS A DATE?

You throw around multiple outfits, a cute top with jeans, a cute top with jean shorts, a romper, a dress

Was the dress too much?

The intercom buzzes and you rush to answer

TOO LATE TO CHANGE YOUR OUTFIT NOW YOU GOTTA GO

The elevator ride down seemed excruciatingly long for some reason and you basically bolt out of it when you reach the main floor

Yoongi is waiting outside the glass doors, scrolling through his phone

Woah

Where did your sweet little ice cream boy go?

He was in ripped jeans and a black tee, he had a few rings on his fingers, his hair wasn’t as tousled, it looked well styled and-

Are those earrings?

This is love, you’re in love

He spots you through the door and waves and you realize you’ve been standing there like an idiot for too long

“Hey you.”

Wow, your mind, such a great greeting

“Hi, cute dress.”

Nailed it on the outfit, mental high five for that

You guys walk to a small cafe a few blocks away

Lunch goes swimmingly and your meal is super yummy

Your feet keep bumping Yoongis under the table but he doesn’t seem to mind so you keep letting them brush up against his every once in a while

“So since when have you had your ears pierced?”

He rubs the back of his neck, “I got them when I was 16, but I’m not allowed to wear any earrings at work due to dress code policy. Why, do you not like them?”

“No I like them a lot actually, they make you look pretty handsome.”

Oh dang you got him blushing big time now

Yoongi kicks you foot a little underneath the table in retaliation for making him flustered

You giggle and kick him back

This starts an all out kick war between the two of you, both trying to make the other surrender

Too bad you were wearing open toed shoes

“Ow ow ow okay I give in you win, you win Yoongi.”

He folds his arms with a smug look on his face while you pout

“You’re mean Yoongi, you hurt me.”

“You started it.”

“What? I gave you a compliment and you hit me! I want an apology.” :(

Your cheeks are all puffed out and you leaning against your hands and you’re so FREAKING CUTE HE HAS TO APOLOGIZE IMMEDIATELY

Literally the embodiment of (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑), he had to apologize

Grabbing your hands away from your face, he takes them in his and gives them a squeeze

“I’m sorry I hurt your precious little feet, will you ever forgive me?”

He presses your hands to his own cheeks

SKREEEEE

Your honestly frozen and don’t know how to react

HES USUALLY NOT THIS CUTE WHAT DO YOU DO

Clearing your throat a little you try and put together a sentence that would make some sort of sense

“I guess I can find it in my gracious heart to forgive this one time.”

Wow that was more put together than usual

He gave a little smile before patting your hands and telling you it’s time to go

GO TO HIS HUMBLE ABODE (∩╹□╹∩)

You were extremely excited to see what his house was like

Being in people’s homes reveals like thousands of more layers of themself and you were so happy that Yoongi trusted you enough to show you (｡･･｡)

Yoongi unlocks his door and ushers you inside

The main room is beautiful

Large windows with white curtains, black sofa and armchair, a tv and the jewel herself

A beautiful black piano in the corner of the room

The whole aesthetic was very minimalist but very Yoongi

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“…do you have any juice?”

Once you get your glass of apple juice and Yoongi has his (boring) water, you two sit on the couch and just talk

It’s not often that you find someone that can speak to you so easily

It’s a nice kind of feeling not gonna lie

Your eyes keep wandering back to the piano

“Can you play me something?”

He followed your eyes to the piano

“Oh uh yeah sure, sure I can.”

Why is he so nervous he’s been playing the piano since he was a little kid

This isn’t any different

He scooched over so you could sit next to him on the bench

While Yoongi played you were mesmerized

His fingers drifted across the keys gently and played radiant luxurious melodies

You closed your eyes as you listened, the song making a world bloom in your mind

It was absolutely one of the most beautiful things you’ve heard

His arms would brush up against yours and your stomach when he had to reach a key on the higher register

It gave you goosebumps and butterflies if you’re being honest

When the song finished, the room reverberated the last chord until it was silent again

“Wow.”

You couldn’t put your feelings into words, it was incredible how the song moved you

Eyes peeling back open, you moved to look at Yoongi

Woah

He was a lot closer than you remember

Your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath on your cheeks

He glanced from you eyes to your lips in a silent ask for permission

You did the same

You were about to kiss Min Yoongi

YOU WERE ABOUT TO KISS MIN YOONGI

Ring ring! Ring ring! RING RING!

Your phone is incredibly loud in the quiet room

Looking down at said phone in your hand, the caller idea flashes up at you angrily

Mom!

Shoot you really should take this, your mom barely calls so when she does she gets very upset when you don’t answer

You move out of the intimate position, mumbling “sorry it’s my mom I gotta answer”

“Oh yeah, um you can step outside if you want.”

“Thanks.”

Dang it dang it dang it dang it

You were so freaking close to getting a smooch

Apparently your mom wanted to come over to your apartment and have dinner

Meanwhile Yoongi has not left the piano bench since you got up

Your face was so close to his only moments ago and it replays in his head over and over

He tried to memorize every little feature of your face before he kissed you

More like tried to kiss you

“Yoongi?” Your head pops in the door

“Yeah what’s up?”

You walk toward the bench and sit back down next to him

“My moms coming over for dinner so I have to go back home and get prepped.”

His shoulders drop and he caves in on himself a bit

“Oh okay, can I walk you home?”

“Actually I was wondering if you wanted to help me? If that’s okay?”

It is WAY more than okay with Yoongi

The air between you is a little thick with tension on the way to yours

Thicc

Thiqué

But the mood lightens when you ask Yoongi about his cooking skills

“I’m going to be completely honest with you, it’s definitely not my forte.”

“Alright I’m putting you on mincing and DJ duty, please be careful with the knife.”

The elevator ride was filled with laughter and snorts (Yoongi did it a few times but he swears it was you)

You decide to make black beans with peppers and rice

Yoongi does a really good job as DJ

As the water boils for the beans and rice, you two are running around your kitchen and dancing and singing with each other

A dramatic rendition of Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross happens, naturally

Half way through your duet, there’s a knock on the door

Shoooot, moms here and Yoongi is too

That means she’s going to want to meet him and ask him for his entire life story right then and there

The door swings open and there she is in all her glory

“My cutie!!!”

You greet her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek

“Hi mama, how are you?”

“Oh I’m just gr-“

She already spotted Yoongi standing behind you, his hands tucked in his pockets and shifting his weight nervously

“Y/n! You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend!”

“WHAT? Oh no no mom this is Yoongi, my friend from the ice cream shop remember!”

She looked him up and down

Yoongi literally shrunk under her stare

For someone smaller than him, she was wildly intimidating

Also finally, there was someone smaller than him

Lol got ‘em again

She gave him one more once over before leaning over to you and saying

“You right he is a cutie pie, even cuter in person I think!”

“OKAY MOM SO GLAD YOU MET YOONGI I’M GONNA TAKE HIM DOWNSTAIRS AND SHOW HIM OUT!”

Yoongi’s laughter bounced off the walls as you all but pushed him out the door

“It was great meeting you Mrs. y/l/n! Hope to see you soon!”

“KEEP IT MOVING YOONGS.”

The elevator ride was silent

You kept staring at your shoes, moving you feet

Putting the right one forward and pulling it back

Moving the left one forward and then pulling it back

In a cycle

A black boot nudged your right foot before you had the chance to pull it back again

“You okay?”

You looked up at Yoongi, his eyebrows drawn in with genuine concern

Daw, he’s worried :(

A small smile finds its way into your face

“Yeah I am. Sorry about my mom back there, she’s pretty forward when it comes to…well everything.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I kinda picked up on that. But it’s okay, I liked her a lot.”

You snorted, “Of course you liked her, she complimented you and completely embarrassed me. That’s like two of your favorite things.”

“you know you’re not wrong about that.” And he nudges your shoulder with his

The contact sent a little shock of electricity through you but you’ll never admit it

Over your dead body >:(

You stick your tongue out at him and cross your arms

“I don’t deserve to be bullied by you and my own mother.”

The elevator was wrapped in comfortable silence for a while until Yoongi decided to break it with the most idiotic question

“Soooo, I’m cuter in person?”

Ding! The elevator reaches the main doors and you shove yoongi out of them

“Get out of here you dork!”

“What no goodbye hug?”

You step out after him

It’s time to be bold again y/n

Grabbing him by the shoulders, you plant a phat kiss on his cheek

Like not like a quick little peck, a pretty sizable kiss

Your pretty sure you can see a lip print on his cheek from what was left of your lipstick and gloss when you pull away

“Bye Yoongi.”

You walk into the elevator and the doors close behind you

And yoongi is just left there with this dopey look on his face as he places his hand over his cheek

His face feels warm and he’s certain he is flushed bright red but can’t find it in himself to care

You kissed him!!

Well, not exactly KISSED him kissed him but your lips made contact with his skin

He stumbles out the door and all the way with a grin plastered on his face

All the while in the elevator, your pumping your fists up and down and celebrating your success

You kissed him and left him a big flustered mess without becoming one yourself until you got in the elevator

You left him shook

And duh, you told your mom what happened during dinner and she gave you a high five

“So when’s the wedding?”

You choke on your food, “MOM.”

“What? It’s just a simple question!”

When Monday rolled around, you found yourself very nervous as you took your usual route to Scoopies

You and Yoongi haven’t texted each other a bunch since you decided to send him home with a kiss on the cheek

Thinking about it makes you blush and your hands fidget in your shorts pockets with nervous energy

You didn’t really know what you and Yoongi were???

You were obviously interested in him duh, and he seemed kinda interested in you too but you didn’t know if either of you had the balls to do anything about it

It was this weird kind of like being stuck in limbo

Oh yeah limbo reminds you that you should invite Yoongs over to watch Inception some time

Honestly an incredible movie

With Yoongi and a possible movie date on the brain, you walk into Scoopies

Jimin greets you at the register with a blinding smile and you give one back

“Cookie dough or strawberry today?”

“Hmm good question. Let’s go with strawberry.”

He scoops your ice cream while you look around the shop for a certain boy

That’s weird??? Why is Jimin working alone?? Usually Yoongi and even sometimes Jungkook is with him

You reach for your wallet when Jimin stops you

“This one is on the house, and don’t try to change my mind.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you question “what’s the occasion?”

“Just trying to make you as happy as you made ‘Yoongs’ this weekend.”

You blink a few times before smiling and grabbing your ice cream

“Thanks Jimin.”

The seat at the counter was now your acclaimed spot and you took a load off there

More customers came and went but there was still no sign of Yoongi

You didn’t want to bother Jimin while he was working so you decided to just wait and see if he shows up

“Look, I know you’ve been wanting to ask me where he is for like, the past 30 minutes. Yoongi’s in the kitchen with Jungkook, feel free to go back there.” He nods over his shoulder at the break room door

You immediately perk up, “You’re the best Jimin, I’ll be right back.”

You walk through the door and were about to go into the kitchen when you heard Yoongi’s voice

“I just don’t know what to do about y/n man.”

Uh oh, what

You peek through the little window and see Yoongi sitting on one of the counters while talking to Jungkook who’s leaning against the freezer door

Aww how cute Yoongi’s feet barely touch the ground

Wait not what you should be focusing on right now

“I’m just so confused, I took her to lunch on Saturday and I thought it was going well but when we got back to my house, I tried to kiss her but she left the room to take a call right before I could.”

He pouted

You also pouted

Did Yoongi take that as a sign of rejection??

You honestly really needed to answer your phone but you understand how that could look bad to someone who was trying to smooch you

“But didn’t she also kiss you on the cheek when you left? That’s a good sign, right?”

“But does that mean she’s not comfortable with actually kissing me? Would she want to kiss me?”

Jungkook leaned against the freezer in thought

He looked toward the door

And locked eyes with you

You froze completely, you were just caught spying

A plan hatched in Jungkook’s brain

“Why don’t you ask her now?”

“What?” Jungkook nodded toward the door

Yoongi’s eyes also locked with yours and you try to lamely duck down like he didn’t just catch you

Jungkooks work here is done

He walks out the kitchen door, kicking you a little and urging you to walk in and talk to Yoongles

You stand up and try to gather yourself

Well as much as you could right now

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open

Yoongi hadn’t moved an inch from his position on the counter

…

…….

Neither of you talked for the first minute

“I’m so-“ “Did I-“

Oh how old habits die hard

You cough a little then say, “I went first last time so it’s your turn.”

He smiled a little at that and breathed in deep before beginning

“Did I-did I freak you out when I tried to kiss you? Cause that really wasn’t my intent, I just thought I was reading the situation right and that you were as into it as I was and when you didn’t text me over the weekend it kind of freaked me out. I thought that I had somehow messed it up. To be honest with you, this is the first time I’ve liked a girl like this in a pretty long time so I just don’t-“

His sentence is cut off by the feeling of your hands grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling his lips onto yours

Oh this is nice

You slotted yourself in between his legs and slide your hand over to place it on his cheek

But Yoongi isn’t really responding

in his shock he just kind of sits there unmoving

It isn’t until you start to pull away that he realizes that oh he can’t just sit there and be kissed, he has to kiss back

His hands cup your jaw as he leans down more, deepening the kiss

This is nice

This is really nice

The nicest kiss he’s had in a long time

Yoongi thinks he could kiss you for hours if you’d let him

God he’s already addicted and it’s only your guys first kiss

You tasted like strawberries and he could smell your sweet perfume

His fingers thread through your hair at the back of your neck and you almost moan from the feeling

Your hands run down his chest and fall to his thighs, running them up and down

Okay this is getting a little too spicy for a work environment

You pull away tentatively, eyes still closed as you catch your breath

“Does that answer your question?”

Yoongi takes a good look at you

out of breath with shiny red lips and half open eyes

Your pretty little eyes

“Yes it does, besides the texting thing, why didn’t you text me?”

“Hey I made the last move on our date, that was on you to follow up.”

He laughed, “you’re right you’re right” and leaned his forehead against yours

You two catch your breath for a bit, just drinking in the others appearance

“So what does this mean for us?” Yoongi asks

“I was hoping it would mean that you’d be my boyfriend.”

Yoongi hums in fake contemplation before answering

“I think I like the sound of that, of course only if you’d be okay with being my girlfriend?”

“I guarantee, I am way more than okay with that.”

A bang on the door scares the hell out of you

“Hey lovebirds, I’m glad you two finally got together but the summer school rush is about to come in and we need all hands on deck, so wrap it up!”

Jimin gives you a thumbs up through the window as he walks away

Yoongi hops off the counter, “Sorry babe, duty calls.”

“Ooooh we’re already using pet names and haven’t even been dating for five minutes.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I hate you sometimes.”

You gasp and follow him out of the kitchen

“How dare you say that to your ‘babe’. I am deeply wounded.”

“Oh my god y/n.”

“You know, I was always more of a ‘sweetheart’ or a ‘baby’ type of girl.”

“I already regret agreeing to be your boyfriend.”

“I’m even okay with the occasional ‘honey’ here and there.”

Yoongi stops causing you to collide with his back

Ouch that kinda hurt your nose

You glare at Yoongi as he turns back around and you’re about to yell at him when he places the softest little kith on your lips

“We can continue this conversation when I’m finished with work…honey.”

Oh yeah you liked that one a lot

Unsurprisingly, not much changes in the dynamic of your relationship with Yoongi

Besides the added bonus that you get to kiss him any time you really feel like it

But he’s still an annoying (yet sometimes really shy even though he denies it) dork

And you’re still the energetic, book loving, attention grabbing girl he met way way back

Speaking of books

Yoongi isn’t a very jealous person

He trusts you

He is very comfortable with your relationship dynamics

He doesn’t mind when you give your attention to the other people cause you are a human being

So when he finds himself pouting while sitting on your couch while you read, he’s a little upset

You’ve been reading for HOURS now and haven’t been talking with him

And, call him selfish, he wants some attention and some kisses okay?

He baby

“Y/n.”

A few seconds pass by before you answer with an uninterested “hm?”

“…pay attention to me.”

“Hm?”

He groaned, “Pay attention to me, I need some affection and I’ve been deprived of it for hours.”

You glance toward him and see a prominent pout on Yoongi’s face and oh no

He’s using his puppy dog eyes

Literally no human alive can resist those

It’s scientifically impossible

But you just got to a really good part in your book and don’t want to stop just yet

You extend a hand toward him

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Um,,,hold it??? You big dummy???”

He takes a hold of your hand

And subsequently YANKS you toward him with NO warning what so ever

No joke, he’s a lot stronger than you thought but that also kind of hurt

He adjusts you so your back is leaning against his chest and he has his arms wrapped around your shoulder and you kind of flush pink cause even though he was a little AGGRESSIVE getting you into this position

It’s really cute and romantic

“Can I get one kiss before you go back to reading?”

You give him a little smooch and then turn back to your book

He occasionally plants a kiss on the top of your head and plays with your hair

And even though it’s a little distracting (because who wouldn’t be distracted by the most beautiful man in the world giving you love) and you have to reread the same paragraph like seven times,

You love the domestic feeling the entire situation gives you

It makes your chest warm and paints the biggest smile on your face

He pushes your hair to the side and places a kiss behind your ear

OKAY THAT’S IT

YOU IMMEDIATELY NEED TO KISS YOUR LOVELY BOYFRIEND

You practically throw the book onto the opposite side of the couch and climb onto Yoongi’s lap

And he’s like ‘woah woah what is happening, I mean I’m not mad about it but what is happening.’

And your domestic reading session turns into a makeout session real fast

After like,,,15 minutes you neck is littered with marks and you probably have little bruises on your hips from how tiGHT yoongi was gripping on

You pull away to catch your breath and just admire Yoongi

“Hi there.”

“Hi.” He smiles he’s CUTE ASS gummy smile

And you press your forehead against his and just twirl his hair in you fingers and it’s just a blissful moment

“Soooo, do you wanna keep making out?”

God he’s an idiot

But you go back to making out anyway

You end up riding him on the couch and I oop-

You thought he couldn’t get any pretty but you were so wrong

He looks ethereal falling apart underneath you and small moans fall from his swollen lips and it’s just perfect

“Fuck, I love you.”

Oh shit maybe you shouldn’t have said that

You stop all movement

“You love me?”

Oh god

He sounds so vulnerable and quivering

Partly because he was just about to bust the fattest nut lol

But also you loved him back

“I mean yeah,,,I love you.”

“I love you too.”

By the time you’re finished you swear you could pass out

Yoongi really had his way with you lol

On the occasional visit that you make to Yoongi’s house, you beg him to play the piano for you

Usually he’s persuaded by a few smooches and plays

You sit on the armchair close to the piano and watch

He always gets so into it, you can tell that music means a lot to him

When you know a song he’s playing you hum along to yourself, making sure he can’t hear

That doesn’t last for long

Yoongi is in the middle of playing when he notices

Are you??

Are you singing along??

His hands stop moving and he turns to look at you

“Are you singing the song I’m playing?”

“Psssh whaaat? No, who would do that? I think you’re hearing things.”

“No I definitely heard you.”

“Maybe you should schedule a doctors appointment, there might be something wrong with your ears.”

He sighs

Fine

Two can play at that game

“I’m not playing until you come over here and sing to me.”

Damn it

Damn it you didn’t want to sing but you really wanted him to play

“Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

His eyes soften as he hears your meek little reply

“Of course not.”

You end up caving and standing next to the piano and singing

And Yoongi looks at you like you had created the universe, full of love

Daw you’re blushing

You’re not the only one in the relationship that appreciates the others talent

“Yoongi I already told you a thousand times, I mostly paint landscapes and not people. If I tried it would probably come out all wonky.”

“Pleaassee, can you just try? I promise I’ll love it even if it’s ugly.”

“HEY.”

“Which it won’t be!!” He pulls his chair so he’s sitting across from you

“Have at it Picasso, draw me like one of your French girls.”

You snort, “that was disgusting.”

You grab a mini canvas and some paint

Here goes nothing

You can’t deny it, you liked staring at yoongi for an hour while you drew and painted

He was quite the looker

Damn you got lucky

And Yoongi liked watching you while you painted

Your brows furrow and your lips purse, you were so concentrated

Ugh the cutest

After an hour you place you brushes down

“Okay, it’s done.”

You slowly hand the painting over to him

It’s nerve wracking

You know he’ll say he loves it but will he actually???

A slightly cartoonish but beautiful version of himself stares up at him

It was amazing

Truly it was

“I love it.”

And you could tell he was being sincere about it

Of course you still visited Scoopies, honestly more often than you used to

You still sat at the same stool and kept casual conversation with Yoongi while he worked

But the break room

That’s where shit went down

It was kind of like your designated makeout spot

Since only two or three people worked at a time, no one’s breaks lined up so you had the room alone >:)))

Oh the sexual escapades that room has seen

You were currently sat on the table while Yoongi stood between your legs

And his hands were slowly creeping in closer on your thighs

Oh ho hooo boi

It was getting hot in here

Your hands roam his chest and find their way back into his hair

Giving it a little tug, Yoongi lets out a moan into your mouth

His hands run up your back and start to unclasp your bra

“You guys are literally feral oh my god try and keep it in your pants.”

You don’t see Jimin’s face but you see his hair bob into the kitchen and toward the freezer

Whoops

You start giggling and that sets Yoongi off too

You’re eventually crying with laughter and leaning into Yoongi’s neck trying to calm down

Sometimes you think about the future

And it’s a terrifying thing

Summer can’t last forever you know that

Eventually you’ll have to go back to classes at uni

Even though your universities are only 20 minutes away, you afraid about how much time school will take up

With tests

And finals

And projects

And presentations and finding actual stable jobs for both of you

Yoongi grabs your hand without even looking away from the movie your watching

He chose Ratatouille

A man with taste

It’s like he read your mind

He could practically feel the anxiety radiating off your body and he understood

He pulls you in, tucking you underneath his arm and pressing a delicate kiss to your cheek

“Hey.” You glance up at him and respond, “Hi.”

“Did you know I love you?”

Your heart stutters every time you hear him say those simple words

“Yes I do. Did you know I love you back?”

He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear, “I do. Always remember that I love you okay?”

Scoopies feels like a second home now as you walk through the familiar double doors

You wave at Jimin and he gives you a smile and a nod as he finishes cleaning the display

You plop down on your stool

Two scoops of strawberry ice cream slide in front of you

Yoongi smiles at you, “It cost two kisses, three of your feeling generous and want to tip.”

And you were definitely feeling generous

Yoongi has to walk to the bathroom and wipe off the lipstick marks that covered his cheeks and neck

Oops ヽ(ヅ)ノ

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abloomingperiod · 5 years ago

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junmyeon as a bf

the softest of the softies

kim junmyeon is an old-fashioned guy

and i’m not saying that in terms of being conservative or anything, ‘cuz i really hope he isn’t

i mean in the sense of love

like you know that kind of person who dreams the whole picture

he dates for a reason

unlike other members, junmyeon isn’t the type to not think about the future

being a leader makes you like that

but this gets less harsh on him when u arrive in his life

yk that whole romantic comedy movie where a guy runs into someone and it’s this beautiful woman with the biggest smile and they fall for each other and shit

well.......not exactly your case

he indeed ran into you with an iced tea in hands

except you didn’t smile at him

you basically screamed “SHIT IM SORRY ILL PAY U BACK”

he got so flustered w your reaction like

this really pretty girl just offered me some iced tea”

he was all like nonononononoooo don’t say that it’s fine don’t worry aha

you kept insisting but were late for work so you made him promise to come back to that bakery the day after bcs he WOULD be paid back no matter wHAT

he didn’t feel the need butyou were cute and he wasn’t with a thick schedule so why not right

so yeah ofc prince suho showed up

the next day he entered the place and saw you

you were so pretty watching you crinkling your nose over the hot coffee in your hands was already a payback

a cute one

cmon he’s cringey give him a chance

you bowed at each other and he realized you didn’t mention for Once between the whole minute after the accident and his arrival abt his name or profession as an idol

which for him

was nice

not a big deal, but nice

after you gave him his iced tea he was so polite you actually smiled bcs ajshskjsks cute ?

and then you started talking for a while

you introduced yourself, told him abt your dream to become a writer someday and he !!!!!

okay junmyeon easy on the hearbeats you got it

he just thought of this as such a COOL dream

writing for a living

now he was like this pretty girl... is a poet

i know

lame

but he’s adorable so who cares tbh

he talked to u abt being an idol and how was the position of the leader

you listened to every word and even though you lost a fee of them along with the honey like voice and puffy cheeks of his, you loved hearing abt it

after like 2 hours he had to go bcs schedule

but before you parted your way you had to go to the bathroom

when you went pay for your payback iced tea, you hear a waiter asking “mrs y/n? i believe that for you”

no shit there was the waiter holding a cappuccino

you got like Dude. there must’ve been a mist-

you turn the cup and there it is:

“for y/n

i loved the iced tea but since my goodbyes were a little earlier i most definitely own you a payback too. how abt sushi? xx” and the waiter hands you a note with his name and number

and that’s how you started seeing each other

jun is a quiet person so he won’t be like vocal abt developing a crush on you more and more

it would b like

you guys would hang out sometimes

and little by little he would catch himself getting the heart eyes

like you’re at a coffe shop

you would get passionate talking about some movie or song and suddenly there’s a drop of coffee on the side of your lip. you didn’t notice but he did but he thought you looked so cute popping off about ur favorite music he would just sit there like,,, 💖nvm💖

and with those little stuff he would catch himself thinking yup they’re gonna b mine

so one day he went like soooo maybe i’m catching feelings i didn’t know this was happening sorry??? so i think u should know that bcs it’s abt u... i’m fancied by u i didn’t mean it to happen

like straight up he APOLOGIZED

FOR LIKING U

you were like goshkjsjksj so cute

and decided to play w him a little

“so you don’t want to like me” “NONONOOO THATS NOT WHAT I MEA-” “jk i got it i really like you too and maybe we could kiss to see what happens”

he combusted

so yeah you’re dating that’s what happened

so caring literally sO CARING

calls you on a daily basis when he’s away to talk abt the weather the boys his breakfast how much he misses you how he saw those flowers outside and it reminded of you or how he will bring you to that country when it’s vacations

he’s such a husband material fuck me

keeps notes of things you like so he can hit the high score on important dates

talking abt dates

fancy

i mean he’s bourgeoisie ofc it’s fancy

such a lovely boyfriend i’m actually sad

jun is restaurants with low lights, candles, roses and holding your hand while talking about how he never seemed to figure out the food app to find a cool place to go to so he just asked chanyeol with a pout on his lips

“you’re such an old man” “i’m simple it’s different”

on your 1 year anniversary he took you to a boat ride on a lake witha guy playing violin and wine and cheese waiting for you

simple my ass

keeps bringing coffee and flowers for you every friday night you get together bcs it’s your “tiny vacations” as he calls it

on weekends with you the only ppl he answers is either manager or a serious question from the boys/his family

and it’s always a short “yes” or “no” or “👍🏻”

fuck it he’s with his baby leave him alone

loves cooking with you

like fuck it if it’s not that tasty he just LUUUVES doing it with you

probably because he gets to hug you a lot

like you’re in the stove and he had already placed everything in its own place so he goes behind your figure, hugs your waist and places his lips on your shoulder to give you tiny pecks and praise your cooking

“junmy this is practically burnt” “you’re the best cooker i know”

once you guys were enjoying a whole ass week together and the last time you were together for more than a day were like 6 months before

you were so all over each other he went to do the same thing and you guys ended up making out in front of a precooked pan of french fries

long story short, your toasted it and only saw that coming bcs jun went to embrace your waist and his fingers touched the hot pan

“that happened bcs of you and your teenager behavior” “YOU COULD’VE MOVED” “I WAS TRAPPED”

so guess what you did after you applied some salve om his fingers

he was staring @ u all 💖💖💖💖💖

you were like ,,,what

he just shrugged and murmured “you’re beautiful”

that’s right

you fucked

not fucked in a Fucked way

yall made love

kim junmyeon is all about luv

i remember someone posting here that he probably fucked like white people and i-

that person ruined it for me

i hate yall

i will defend him till the end of time my boi DOES NOT fuck like a white person

takes it very seriously as he sees it as an opportunity to shower u with the love u deserve

on that day you actually convinced him you should do the hard work

HELL YEAH YOU RODE THAT BITCH

jun seems like soft dom for me like just bcs he’s in charge for most of the time doesn’t mean youon get to do a thing

that time as you rode him you got very like Very excited but you saw in his eyes how desperate he was to touch you entirely so you catch his hand and kiss his fingertips slowly

he kept smiling for you saying “god you are so beautiful” “i love you so much”

but you’re a little shit and always tries and bring his rough side out

so you open your mouth and lick his two burnt finger from the knuckles to the tips

he got so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not really a vocal guy

heavy sighs and low groans are it for junmyeon

very into dirty talk

but a fancy one

“does my baby likes it when i make her beg?” “look at me, love. do you want it from where i can kiss your back or your breasts?” “you’re mine to take and no one else”

we don’t support women treated as objects but this is a sexual environment and you’ve always consented him to say things like that in bed

he’s a gentlemen fuck it

once you were so horny you straight up said “i don’t give a fuck about formality just make me cum at least three times”

he got 😳 for a sec but got your point

not a rough lover but once you get in a fight

bitch

you’re both pretty mature ppl so every rare time you fight it’s very Very serious

will kiss you until your both breathless just so you can not even catch your breath bcs he will be kissing your neck and liking your skin

slaps your butt?

absolutely

a fucking lot

“funny how you turn shut the fuck up as soon as i lay my hands on you”

makes you strip for him

has a thing for watching where your bodies connect

call him baby and he’s got a 3 secs tops soft jun

like a little grin with puffy cheeks

and he’s back with the restless pounding

bathtub aftercare is a must

massages your feet as you talk sweet nothings for him

if you’re feeling feisty might get a romantic round two

loves doing it slowly so he can drag it to the point you get so hot and bothered you beg

“oh god- just please- jun, faster”

likes it when you rub his back after

get a shot of soft myeonie post-sex

lays in his stomach and quietly asks “can you”

you lay there also on your stomach and rubbing his back drawing circles and talking about life

once he got so full of idk emotion?? love?? idk never been there

he just poured a whole “marry me”

like dude.

“WHAT” “not today, like... in a few years maybe idk forget it”

he closed his eyes to dismiss your reaction and just felt a warm peck on his naked shoulder

“of course i’ll marry you a few years”

his eyes shot open like This woman. the loml. dead ass said yes to my hypothetical proposal”

he actually got emotional

“kajsksjsksjsk really?????????v

“yes really”

and there was a teardrop

you felt like dying

i mean I feel like dying rn

doesn’t say it but thinks abt having kids someday

and u know that bcs honestly it’s suho everybody just Knows that

his parents? ofc they know you

exo? absolutely sure they know you

“one day we’re gonna have a dinner on like christmas with my family and yours” “baby they don’t even live in korea” “i don’t care we’ll pay” “STOP”

really treasures your relationship like i’m not here to play games i’m past mid-20’s this is Serious

and because he’s so worried and serious he nevers seems to let loose

which is probably normal since he’s a leader

but it makes him so !! all the time u get worried

once he actually CRIED out of stress

and you ofc were there

you kept hugging him tightly and slowly rocking his body with yours kissing his tears away as he kept softly saying “i’m fine, don’t worry”

you didn’t stop worrying

you said “if you’re fine then i can stay here hugging my boyfriend”

he nodded and kept sobbing for a little while

his head was pounding so you literally laid him down and cuddled him in your arms, fingers between his locks and hot breath on his neck

he once said the sound of your breath calmed him

so that’s what you did

you calmed him

and that’s everything he ever wanted

someone to be there for him on tough times like he’s always there for everyone

he loves the fact you’re always so calm and ready to solve any problem that appears

he loves the calmness and ““““normal”””” atmosphere you bring to him

after all those years of hardship and responsability

you showed him he could be a leader and have more fun on a daily basis

he deadass thinks abt your marriage

like it’s barely 6am, he wakes up and sees you sleeping next to him, hair everywhere on the pillow and mouth open

his heart goes 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

his arms goes to your sleeping body

& his mind “i’m gonna marry this girl someday”

idk i feel like i could write a whole ass fanfiction of 50 chapters on suho and id still have 100 scenarios of him in mind

i honestly love him sm

such a nice boy

he deserves so much more

give lota of love to him he’s perfect

that’s it i’m done

#kim junmyeon scenario #kim junmyeon imagine #suho imagine #suho scenario #exo headcanons #you can tell hes special to this bitch #i lobe him so bad fuck it #id die for kim junmyeon guardian of exp

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pixiedane · 6 years ago

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what do you think / do you have any plans of writing Beverly Crusher/William Riker stories in the future?

First, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about “The Host” which I go into here.

But setting that aside, I secretly ship this. I say secretly because I am on record as being all in on Picard/Crusher and to a lesser extent Riker/Troi so even though I multiship like a mothershipper, it might be a surprise. But even without the super messy and thus super interesting Host situation, I like these two.

Compared to the other three, Will Riker is a child. Especially at the beginning of the series. That’s not all bad – it feeds his curious, excitable, willing to push things too far personality (yo, someone ask me about Janeway/Riker). But as much as he likes to push boundaries, he also appreciates the boundaries. He likes structure, and rules, and plans, and security. He just views them all through a very Riker-centric lens. Because he’s an adolescent.

And that’s why Deanna – his first love, first serious relationship with a peer – scares him, but Beverly, mature and maternal but sexy af, and ‘wounded’ enough to need him, attracts him. Plus she comes with a bonus kid old enough Will doesn’t have to father him (especially given Picard is right there) but young enough he looks up to Will as the hotshot Starfleet authority Will desperately wants to be seen as. We see in a few different episodes that Riker has always wanted a nice little nuclear family to weather the storms of life with. He wants to be taken care of (by Beverly) and he wants to take care of (both Beverly and Wesley). He doesn’t, at this point, want an equal (Deanna).

The best part of Will Riker is that he grows up over the course of the series. He gets stuck on the Enterprise, and he has to figure out why, which leads to self-reflection, in depth communication with others, and reassessment of his goals and desires. What if a relationship with Beverly was a part of that? I can see it, and I am intrigued.

On Beverly’s side, Will’s fun, and might even be a little bit like Jack. It would make sense given Picard chose him for his second. And someone who reminds her of Jack, but doesn’t remind her of Jack’s death (like Jean-Luc does), would be welcome. That said, I don’t think she would see it as a long term lasting relationship – she’s not going to marry him. But that’s okay, she’s not looking to get married. She did that, it ended up pretty terrible, and also idealized, she focused on raising her son for a long while, now she’s finally exploring all her options in a her career, and her personal life, too. A playful, keep things light and easy relationship with Riker (the kind she could never have with Picard and he only pretends to have with Troi) sounds great.

And that’s what I would write if I were to write this pairing. A fun, easy flirtation that eventually becomes physical – probably as a result of “The Host”, but anywhere in seasons 3-6 works and hey, maybe Will is the reason Beverly turns Jean-Luc down in “Attached”. I don’t have any plans to write it, because I have so many things I’m writing and planning right now, but I’ve thought about them often (and I am actually more likely to write them than Picard/Crusher or Riker/Troi because they are niche and intrigue me). Soooo, thank you for your patience waiting for this response and if you want to request a prompt ficlet for these two… I’m open to it (it will just require further patience).

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it and/or write a scenario/give you a series rundown of my headcanons

#response #pixie ships #beverly crusher #will riker #crusher x riker

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lukemichaelcalumashton · 3 years ago

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helloooo i would like to know 2, 10, 14, 37, 49! :) -taylor<3

helloooo taylor 🖤 @squishmichael thank you for sending these

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? nice let's see

well im actually surprised that most of my fics are established relationship i thought i was writing more meet cute/getting together fics??? other than that i think it's an accurate representation i mean i like writing fluffy fics and they tend to have flirting and end in first kisses soooo yeah kinda surprised at the hurt/comfort tag but i guess the only way i write "angst" is if its light and has a happy ending. maybe i should change that? but i feel like i couldn't pull off an angsty fic it feels very not me ajdkajs but we'll see

10. How do you decide what to write? it usually depends on which pairing im feeling the most or if i get an idea for a particular fic or if its a songfic and i listen to the song or someone mentions something that reminds me of one of my fics so it makes me wanna write it i wish i could say there's some thought process but. nope! and usually it's not what i should be writing ahkajdjs like my fic for the exchange or a cashton one shot that is set before christmas and i'd like to be able to post this month lmao

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer? its not a trope exactly but i think angst? i don't usually read angsty fics that don't explicitly tell me that there's a happy ending? so i only do if its from someone i trust to make me cry but also make sure that i enjoy it ahdkajds like your malum apocalypse fic or peyton's all too well mashton fic

also maybe "enemies to lovers"? i would be worried that the relationship actually borders on toxic at some point but if it was for example a fic from hazel? i know that wouldn't happen and i would feel safe reading it

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it? i honestly never expect my fics to get a lot of traction svdfvdjs so im just gonna promote 20/20 because we were talking about it a few days ago and it's in my mind right now! as for what i love about it? well it's mashton, it has michael in glasses <3 it was also fun to write a 5+1 fic and project my love for michael in glasses onto ash, there are also cute michael pics linked in the fic and overall it's cute and funny and fluffy so if anyone likes that they should read it :)

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it! well there's my fic for the exchange and a mashton songfic i started against my better judgement and the yellow shirt cashton fic i started for maya and a lot of other wips that i already talked about when the wip game was doing its rounds

for now i'll share this from the cashton winter/christmas one shot i mentioned above

“It's not your fault,” Calum says, because he knows that’s exactly what Ashton’s thinking. He doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s running over in his head everything they could’ve done differently so that they didn’t end up trapped here in London. “Ash, you can control a lot of things, but not the weather.”

He hmphs, turning his head to the side. Calum keeps brushing his fingers through his hair, brushing dark curls away from his face, and sees the frown that's hiding behind the cute little ringlets.

#maybe i was supposed to reply to this last night. maybe i got distracted by the photo ashton posted :)#also this got long ahdkjsjd #you can tell by my 'how do you decide what to write' reply why i have so many wips and not that many posted fics ajdkajdja #im trying to change that :)#taylor #ask game

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bts-is-my-life-as-always · 7 years ago

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Happiness comes from the weirdest places.

Genre: angst with fluff ending (cause I love him too much to make it an angst ending)

Pairing: jungkook x Y/N

Disclaimer: I am writing this on my phone hopefully this works and its angst, if you cry, don’t blame me.

Happiness something that you always yearned for because you’ve never felt it, your parents would always fight, nonstop, mentally abusing each other, and when that happened you seem to always be in the middle.

“LETS END IT HERE, LETS DIVORCE” screamed your mum

“FINEE BUT IM TAKING Y/N” your father fought.

“NO WERE ASKING HER WHO SHE WANTS TO GO WITH”

“FINE, Y/N WHO DO YOU WANT TO GO WITH YOUR MOTHER OR ME?!!?!?!?”

“Huh” you sighed “can you guys just stop now, don’t you think I’m a bit too old for this?”

They stared at you like they were confused because they were you never said anything to them, ever.

“YOUR GOING TO HAVE TO DECIDE”

You walked out.

This fighting thing went on for many years, you were outside and you could still hear them, the neighbours slowly turning their lights on and screaming at your front door, you wanted nothing more to do with this.

When you run, you feel extremely free, invincible even, so you did just that you ran and ran until you couldn’t breathe, you stopped to catch your breath but all you saw was a bright light.

2 years later

You woke up, trying everything to move your body, you couldn’t, once you fully opened your eyes, and you could finally look around, there was no one, no one there to remind you of who you were, or even tell you that everything was fine.

Minutes passed and you could finally move Just your arms, with hardly any strength, slowly you sat up, come to find out your name was Y/N, the hospital contacted your parents but all they did was pay for the hospital fee and pretend like you didn’t exist, it didn’t make you sad, because that’s what they were like.

When no one cares, you start to stop caring too, nothing mattered, why you woke up 2 years later was beyond you.

“You should’ve died.”

Your so called parents say, they were now finally officially broken off, and now it was all your fault, they fell out of love because of you, that’s what they were like, if they could rub the blame and guilt on anyone even their own child, then they felt a whole shittone better.

“This is all we’re giving to you, we should’ve just put you down”

Another few months passed, where it was a blur and pain, you were now able to walk, not properly but enough to leave hospital, you had no where to go.

You walked and walked, your legs were hurting because it hasn’t even been a month since you learnt how to walk again, but you didn’t want to stay I the hospital any longer, you didn’t want to see your Parents face let alone the nurses that looked at you with sympathy, or the doctors that were just full of cold dead stares.

So you were here walking on the streets of Seoul, it was cold you had no idea what day let alone what time it was, you just wanted to get away.

You fell on the floor with a thud, hitting something or someone.

“IM SOOOOOO SORRY” you looked up to a tall male figure covered from head to toe with warmth,

“No I’m sorry I wasn’t looking, hey ummm could you help me up a little, I can’t stand.

“Yeah sure” he smiled, he didn’t question why you needed help, he just helped you up out of kindness

“I’m really sorry about that my names jungkook what’s yours?”

“My names Y/N”

“Soooo what’s a beautiful lady like yourself doing out so late?”

“Sorry do you know what the time is? Or even where I am?”

Over the 2 years and a half that you were asleep for a lot had changed, you looked around the place and had no idea where you were, you would’ve thought it was LA if jungkook hadn’t showed up, you were weirdly happy that you bumped into him.

“Oh it’s 3:15 am and your in Seoul, do you need help getting home?”

“Oh thanks..... I don’t have a home to go to”

You whispered the last part but it was late so no one was around which meant that he could hear your whisper.

“This is strange but... do you want to come with me, to somewhere more warm?”

For some reason you felt really safe around him, and what could be worse going with this young man to a warm place or dying out here cold.

“Ummm sure”

You guys walked for a really long time, too long, he took you to a cafe a small one, in a corner somewhere, all you cared about at this point was the warmth of this place, almost like the owner knew that you were extremely cold.

“Sooooo I’m sort of a very curious person and you still haven’t answered my question”

“Ummmm what was your question?”

“What is a beautiful young lady like yourself doing out this late?”

“Oh, I jut left a hospital I was staying at and I had no idea where I was going and I got lost, and then I met you and now we’re here”

“Oh are you a doctor or a nurse? Transferring from out of Seoul?”

“No no no I was a patient in that hospital, I got into a car accident 2 and a half years ago, and Seoul has really changed at lot in that 2 years, too much for someone like me.”

“.... I won’t question you anymore if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude on your personal detail”

“It’s fine, I feel a lot better, spilling it all, and shouldn’t we get going? The cafe must be closing soon”

“Actually the cafe is closed”

You lifted one brow, confused

“This cafe is mine, and it’s also christmas so it’s not open for a few days”

“Oh I’m sorry it’s your day off and I’m taking it away from you”

“No no no it’s not that, I like helping people out this is why I opened this shop, to help people feel warm and nice in cold times, and donate the money that I can to charity for people who aren’t as fortunate as I am”

You smiled at him, something you had forgotten how to do, since your birth.

“Thank you, really, your so kind and you do things hat most people would just ignore, your really amazing”

You say there talking to him for a few more hours.

Few more months passed and jungkook let you stay with him and his friends, the 7 of them were in a group, only jungkook owned a cafe on the side, you worked in the cafe and lived with the 7 dorks.

This made you extremely happy, that was until your parents started looking for you again, hey found you working in the cafe, and made you sit with them and talk.

‘Talk’ or them saying whatever they wanted and leaving.

“What do you want? I’m leaving you guys alone aren’t I?”

“We’ve decided to get married again”

“Really????!!! After all that really?? What’s wrong with you guys? Your old enough to know that this won’t work”

“Y/N HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO YOUR PARENTS LIKE THAT?!??!”

“I DONT CARE YOU GUYS CAN DO WHATEVER, I WAS FINE WITHOUT YOU GUYS, YOU BOTH LEFT ME TO DIE, ALL YOU DID WAS PAY FOR THE HOSPITAL AND BASICALLY TOLD ME TO GO DIE, SO HOW DARE YOU COME BACK TO ME AND TELL ME YOUR STARTING THIS STUPIDITY AGAIN”

“We understa..”

You cut them off.

“No... you will never understand what it feels like to wake up without anyone by your side and have doctors tell you, that you’ve been asleep for 2 years and then having to learn how to write read or even lift your arms up and down again, so I don’t care if you want to die together or get married again, I really don’t care, please get out of my shop I need to work”

“WE HAVENT FINISHED TALKING”

Jut then the door opened, it was jungkook, you didn’t want to show your boss/ boyfriend what your parents were really like.

“Oh jungkook your here?”

“Yeah, Oh we have customers I can go wait over there for you”

He smiled melting you.

“We’re not customers, were her parents” they made that smile, that fake smile that you hated.

“There not my parents jungkook, and could you two leave now?”

“FINE YOUR GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR THE HOSPITAL FEE IT WAS A LOT THATS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO FOR OUR WEDDING”

“So that’s what your here for? Not to see if your daughter is fine? Not to see if your daughter is still alive? Not to apologise?”

You went to the back took your wallet out and threw money at them, all that you had at them and told them to pick it up and get out, they did just that.

You were confused, you didn’t know weather they were your parents or some people that gave you a loan.

You say there and cried, and jungkook closed the shop and sat next to your curled up figure.

“That was your Parents isn’t it? Y/N talk to me, I’m here for you, you know that”

You looked up at his worried and somewhat hurt eyes.

“I’m sorry you shouldn’t have seen that, that was more uglier than...”

He just hugged you.

“That’s you and if that’s you then I love every inch of it, the scares that we’re left by your parents I want to heal and hide and care for, don’t think of anything right now but me, okay?”

“Okay”

Jungkook was everything to you and him saying he loved every inch of your life meant the world to you.

Soooooooooooooo...... I tried?

Okay it might have been kinda bad, tell me how it was guys, AND DONT FORGET TO REQUEST.

Because my imagination is limited, so help a girl out.

Anyways

Bye

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benjamingarden · 4 years ago

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This Month On The Farm: July 2020

July's weather was full-on summer complete with heat, humidity, and lots o' sunshine. And surprisingly, a lack of mosquitoes. Hooray for that! We did receive some rain and when we did, oh boy was it a lot.

Tents - Not Just For Camping

As you can see in the photo above, we decided to make use of a couple of our extra craft show tents and set them up on the upper and lower decks. On the upper deck it's wide open, used just for rain cover and shade (Ollie is afraid of the netting walls so we left them off). On the lower deck we used the netting walls and put our outdoor table and chairs inside so we can enjoy eating or sitting outside without bugs attacking. Ollie, as noted, is afraid of the walls but if he's sitting in his tower with me by his side, he deals with it ok.

gutters and rain barrel installed!

Barrels Of Rain

Woo hoo! Jay was able to get the gutters installed on the outbuildings and the rain barrels are up and working. This has been on our "someday" list for years. Years! We've been able to successfully use the barrels to water the garden through most of the month, only needing to resort to our well water a couple of times.

Harvesting

As I've mentioned (probably too many times), our garden is mostly shaded. We receive morning sun over about 70% of it and afternoon sun for a few hours over it all, and it's fully shaded the remainder of the day. And so, our harvesting starts late. Then, of course, we had the infamous whistle pig debacle that set us back a bit but we are now enjoying the fruits of our labor.

Green beans are coming in by the bushel. I know that many people don't enjoy frozen green beans but we do, so I grow enough to enjoy fresh weekly as well as enough to put up in the freezer for winter and springtime eating. I planted 3 types this year: Blue Lake, Red Noodle, and Calima Bush Beans. The Red Noodle are still small and green but this is the first year we've planted them so, fingers crossed, they are delicious.

We finally have tomatoes!!! Well, we finally have ripe tomatoes! We have a ton, I mean TON, of green tomatoes amidst the 25 plants so we will definitely have plenty for fresh eating as well as for oven-drying to freeze for sauce during the winter.

We are also harvesting onions, cabbage, kale, swiss chard, mixed greens, arugula, microgreens, peppers (jalapeno, ancho, and bell), summer squash, zucchini, the last of the peas, beets, blueberries, blackberries, herbs and radish.

our sweet potato hill

Sadly, our pear and asian pear trees did not do well this year. I've ordered new "partners" for them (and the paw paw tree) so our hope is we will be swimming in their fruits in a couple of years! And our whistle pig took out all of our summer broccoli and cauliflower so we won't be harvesting either of those until fall.

At the start of the season I would grab a big bowl from the cupboard and Ollie and I would head to the garden to harvest whatever was ready. One day, as my bowl was so full the veggies were spilling out of it, Jay looked at me and said "you need a bucket or a basket or something". I said "I know. Someone I follow on Instagram just posted a picture of her harvest basket that her husband made. It was nice - metal mesh and wood sides and handle. You're too busy though, so maybe next year." I didn't give it another thought.

Later in the week Jay comes out of his shop holding the PERFECT harvest basket. He had made it in between other projects he was working on. Such a sweet gift!

So now, Ollie and I take our harvest basket with us to the garden on our daily check-in.

looking up one of our mammoth sunflowers

the 2 mammoth sunflowers that survived the whistle pig feast are on the left

Homestead Projects

We have a list of projects that we are hoping to accomplish before fall. We've managed to check off some of the easier projects, but not so much the larger projects. Here's what we're chipping away at:

paint the dining room (done)

stain the back deck (done)

paint the living room

fix columns and lay new flooring on one of the two front porches (second porch will be done next year)

paint 2 sides of the house (same color, just refreshing it - the other 2 sides will be done next year)

install fence around the garden (temporarily done - permanent fencing will be done next spring)

build and install a new outdoor pole light in the front yard

build a small nesting box area/water station for garden (so when the chickens are tasked with the garden fall clean-up, they have a place to lay eggs)

chop and stack wood for the woodstove in the shop (done although we may chop a bit more)

install gutters on the outbuildings and hook-up rain barrels (done)

create a raised bed hoop house for one of our garden beds so we can grow greens through late fall/early winter (done for now - we purchased/found the items needed to make this in fall)

Animals

We are not going to add any more animals to the homestead for now and that includes chickens. The current flock will get smaller, gradually, as the inevitable happens. We had one pass away this week, she was one of the older girls, and we fully anticipate a few more passing this year from old age. It certainly doesn't get any easier to deal with death, but at least we have developed a bit of a plan now, of keeping them safe and comfortable during the process. We also know more about signs, because with chickens, they usually mask illness. This helps us so we can watch closer and try to make sure they are protected.

Death is one of the parts of having animals that is so difficult. Unfortunately, as birds become sick and/or begin the dying process, some of the others can become very cannibalistic. It's not a pretty sight. So once we see that one of the girls isn't feeling well, we are able to remove them, but not totally, from the flock. They are social creatures, so full removal seems to make them stressed and upset. Instead, we make sure they are separated by a fence allowing them to still feel a part of the flock without getting incessantly pecked at and stepped on. And no, we don't let them suffer. If there's any sign of that, and we've done all we can do to make them well, we step in.

Our overall plan is to get out of the egg-selling business and keep a very small flock (6-8 girls). With a flock of 24 girls, it will take some time for the flock to naturally reduce (we're down from the 32 we had last year), so we won't be bringing in any chicks until we have less then 8 girls.

zucchini chocolate chip muffins

What Do You Do With All Of That Zucchini?

Isn't this the question you ask yourself every single year? I always think I have a plan to keep up with it but I struggle by August. I give it a heck of an effort though. Here's what we've been doing with our zucchini:

slicing it lengthwise and grilling it (alternatively, you could broil or bake it). We both love it. Jay sprinkles a bit of parmesan on his and I like mine plain. It's sooooo juicy and delicious.

cutting it into chunks and sautéing it with onions and corn. I add a bit of butter to Jay's and mine is plain. We just love the combination.

stuffing it. As noted in this weekending post (at the bottom), I always enjoy coming up with new stuffing ideas. The key is to bake, boil, or grill the scooped out zucchini halves before you fill and bake them so they are nice and soft once finished.

making our very favorite chocolate zucchini cake. Even my husband who isn't the world's biggest chocolate fan LOVES both versions. The original version is here. The healthier/reduced oil and sugar version is here.

making Kate's recipe for healthier zucchini bread.

making zucchini and chocolate chip muffins. They are ah-mazing! I just realized I've never shared the recipe here. I'll try to get that on the blog!

making zucchini noodles with homemade pesto. Soooo good!

adding zucchini to grilled kebabs. (everything gets marinated in italian dressing first)

adding zucchini to soups such as minestrone.

making zucchini cobbler. (tastes just like apple cobbler)

making veggie stew. I use zucchini and whatever fresh veg is in the garden to make stew as the temps begin to drop in the fall.

I'm not a big fan of eating it raw (there's a weirdness to it) or as zucchini "fries", so those didn't make the list. We've made zucchini pickles in the past but we aren't huge pickle eaters so I haven't been making them.

I'd love to hear your family's favorite ways to eat zucchini!

Oliver, my garden/kitchen/preserving/everything helper

Preserving, Or, What We'll Be Eating This Winter

Since our garden is now in full swing, the preserving process has finally begun!

Green beans - as noted above, they are being put up in the freezer weekly.

Peppers - so far we've only collected enough jalapeno's to preserve, so those have been made into pickled jalapeno rings.

Relish - our cucumbers are struggling this year. I've never had an issue with cukes, so I'm not sure what's happening. So we purchased some cucumbers from the farmer's market and, along with our bell peppers and onions we'll can enough relish for my husband to enjoy with his occasional hot dog lunch.

Zucchini - I did freeze some grated zucchini (portioned into 2 cup servings) that I can add to muffins, quick breads, etc.

Onions - we are drying quite a few and then I'll chop and freeze the remainder.

How do you figure out how much veggies to preserve? This is a question I receive a lot. For us, this is how I plan it. We typically rotate the same dishes all winter long so I can usually predict how often during the week we'll eat veggies such as green beans, broccoli, winter squash, tomato sauce, etc. I then times that by how many weeks we'll need preserved food and that's how I calculate it. So, as an example, I plan on serving green beans twice a week for 28 weeks which means I will need to freeze 56 bags of green beans (bagged in single-serving sizes).

It gets a bit more difficult with carrots, corn, onions, canned chopped tomatoes, and peppers because I use them on their own as well as in many different dishes. Over time, through trial and error, I've made it so I can get pretty close. For the frozen veggies, I flash-freeze them and then store them in large, gallon-size bags, so I can just take out what I need when I'm cooking.

That's July around the homestead!

This Month On The Farm: July 2020 was originally posted by My Favorite Chicken Blogs(benjamingardening)

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msilet · 7 years ago

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Hello, Beloved Husband (3/3)

Summary: Harry and Eggsy finally find Merlin lying in a coma in Thailand. Harry uses his marital status with Merlin to gain visiting right.

Ship: Harry Hart/Merlin

Chapter: 3 / 3

Link to chapter 1: http://msilet.tumblr.com/post/167977795700/hello-beloved-husband

Link to chapter 2: http://msilet.tumblr.com/post/168097068545/hello-beloved-husband-23

Link to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12853176/chapters/29435082

Note: The wedding! Fluff, fluff everywhere! I love this fandom so much but sometimes we are just soooo angsty (ok, this fic started out as an angsty one-shot so I can’t really blame anyone). This is my fluffy gift to you guys. Happy holidays!

Sorry, I could not post it right on Christmas, I had a big writer’s block and didn’t know how to write the wedding. Who would’ve thought drinking 12 yr-old single malt Scottish whisky could cure it.

Chapter behind the cut

6 months later

Harry is woken up because the sun shines directly on his face. Damn, he thinks, forgot to close the curtain yesterday. Not that he had a mind to do it, he was too busy throwing his fiancé, technically husband, on the bed and getting his clothes off as fast as possible, fair to say curtains weren’t something his mind was concerning about. Merlin is still sleeping peacefully. Usually, the man beside him is the one to wake up earlier so he can work more. Must have tired him out, Harry grins.

Not wanting to get up just yet, he turns to Merlin’s sleeping form and holds him tight from behind, inhaling the scent of the man. This is the best feeling, lying close to the love of his life in a beautiful luxurious hotel room in the middle of nowhere with no one knowing them and worrying about nothing in the world. The view around is amazing too but Harry hasn’t been looking around at many things, too busy doing something else, well, someone, to be precise. They have a whole week here; tourist stuff can come later.

"G'morning, Harry.", Merlin murmurs, his voice still groggy.

"Good morning, my love.", Harry replies softly. He loves using that endearment. There was a time he could only say it in his dream. "Ready for the big day?"

"No, I need another ten hours of sleep.", Merlin turns to bury his face deeper into the soft pillow.

Harry drapes himself on top of the stubborn man and pouts. "Hamish, you can't sleep through your own wedding!", he whines, "Don't you want to marry me anymore?"

Harry can see Merlin smirking even with more than half his face hidden by the pillow and his eyes still closed. "I'm sorry, dear, but my boss is an arse that overworked me to the bones the last few months, both in and out of bed."

Harry pretends to be offended, he exclaims dramatically. "An arse? You are too hard on him, love! He only wants you to work diligently and earn your keep. I am sure you are his favourite. At least he is a beautiful arse, yes?"

Merlin's laughter is muffled by the pillow but his shaking shoulders give his mirth away. "You vain, vain man!", he says between laughs and turns around to look at the love of his life. "Why did I agree to marry you?"

"I'm sorry but you can't return or exchange this product, sir, no refund either."

"As if I would. Wouldn't have you any other way.", Merlin smiles and pulls Harry down for a kiss.

After a few minutes, the older man pulls back and asks, "So, the wedding is still on?". That question makes Merlin laugh again. "Yes, you daft man. Give me a few minutes to get up."

"Great! I wouldn't want to miss getting married at the place they shot a big part of Monty Python and the Holy Grail."

"Aye, that's nice and all but I am more excited to see the part they use for the Starks' Winterfell myself."

Both of them giggle like children. Sure, it is their wedding day and not many things are more important right now for them than that but being agents of Kingsman means that they don't have a lot of time for sightseeing, especially with each other. They jumped at the chance, figuratively speaking, of course, to hold the ceremony at Castle Doune. Not that they have a lot of guests but they need to have a place befitting the status of Kingsman's king and wizard. Also, it makes their inner geeks happy. Eggsy, Roxy and Martin fully supported the idea, in fact, they have taken over the organising job and insisted that their leader and handler only needed to show up on the day. The friends over at Statesman are also very excited to visit such an ancient place as well.

A little more than an hour later, after they are done washing up, Roxy and Eggsy storm into their room as if they are a conquering army, hell-bent on taking down a castle with no survivor and drag Merlin away to "get ready". Harry wonders why Merlin is their favourite when he and Martin are the kids' mentors but sometimes, one just doesn't question things too much, especially when he also has preparation to make.

The castle is huge, he can see it from afar as his car takes him closer and closer to it. The weather today is marvellous, too, one can clearly see the blue sky through a few wisps of white cloud. After they arrive and Harry steps out of the car, he has to pause and takes the whole magnificent scenery. The grand, ancient castle stands out against the green grass and the trees. Harry notices, however, that there is hardly anyone here. He knows that the place is usually brimming with tourists. He turns around to voice his question to Martin, the friend who helped him get ready and drove him here. Martin guffaws and asks him if he seriously thinks Kingsman hasn't hired the whole damn place for the whole week, tourists be damned. Well, one certainly can't claim that Kingsman isn't a bit melodramatic.

Harry looks around while walking slowly up to meet with Eggsy, his best man. He can think of so many things to comment about this place to Merlin when they finally have time to themselves to be tourists and smiles to himself. Eggsy is waiting for the two at the top of the stairs and waves as he sees them approaching. Martin hands Harry over to the younger agent, bids him good luck and goes off to prepare the rings.

Eggsy looks dapper in his black morning suits with an orange waistcoat. Bold colour combination but it works. Harry himself is also wearing black morning suits but with a light violet waistcoat and a boutonniere on his lapel. Eggsy gives off the air of a puppy, so excited that his body starts shaking. He walks with Harry up even more stairs while explaining to him what the process of the whole thing is. Apparently, he and Merlin will walk down the aisle at the same time, his protégé being his best man behind him and Roxy being Merlin's best woman. They won't get to see each other right up until the moment they have to stand before the door.

When there are only ten minutes left until they have to be there, the anxiety sets in. Harry can't even sit down next to Eggsy, choosing to walk around in a circle in the waiting room instead. Eggsy has to assure him that nothing wrong would happen, Merlin is not backing out and no one is dumb enough to attack a castle full of Kingsman and Stateman agents. Eggsy also assured that not only is the information on the wedding closely guarded but so is the castle.

Harry is thankful for the care and effort from Eggsy to the wedding and he says it, to which the younger man replies, "Bruv, other than my mum and Daisy, you and Merlin are the most important people in my life, I would walk through fire for you. I want you two to be happy, you deserve it."

Eggsy starts smiling cheekily and continues, "Although, I was not the only one responsible for this, you know? Love to take the credit but I can't. Roxy planned everything and the guests, I was her errand boy. Martin used his power and connections to get the castle to ourselves for the week. They were very against it at first but Martin just had to have his way. Whiskey set up and went through security details three times in the last month. The flowers, and I have to warn you, there are A LOT of flowers up there, came from Elton. All the booze is from Stateman, of course. Everyone had a hand in making this wedding because we all love you."

Harry feels himself tearing up. It won't do to be a blubbering mess before the wedding even starts but he can't help being touched by the love everyone has for him. He thinks back on all the dark thoughts he used to have about ending up a sad, lonely old man and feels fortunate that he would not end up that way. He walks forward and pulls Eggsy into a fierce hug.

Eggsy hugs him back for a few moments, then pats his back and says, "Well, Harry, it's time. Let's go get you married."

With every step they make, Harry feels himself getting closer to being hysteric. What will Merlin look like, what will everything look like, is some random alien race going to land directly on this castle and declare that they want to take over the earth. He knows he is being unreasonable right now but hell, he has been dreaming of this day for so long, it feels unreal and too real at the same time.

As they make it to the big door leading into the Great Hall, Harry sees Roxy first. She is looking very sharp, wearing a deep blue tuxedo with her hair done up. And then he sees Merlin and Fuck! The man looks good! If this isn't already their wedding, Harry would have suggested that they run off and elope immediately. His Scottish military regalia is absolutely beautiful. It accentuates his broad shoulder and slender waist perfectly. And that kilt! Harry will have to check later if he wears nothing beneath it as per tradition. His prosthetic legs make him look even more lethal in this get-up.

Roxy clears her throat and grins, "Sirs, may I interrupt your ogling session for a moment and suggest that we proceed to the actual ceremony? You have plenty of time for that later."

Both of them turn to her and nods, then take a deep breath and turn to face the door. Eggsy and Roxy push it open, revealing the Great Hall and the guests inside. The whole place is lavishly decorated with flowers everywhere and chairs covered in white cloths and golden ribbons. From here, Harry can spot and guess that every surviving members and staffs of Kingsman are here, along with some Statemen such as Champ, Whiskey and Tequila. Princess Tilde and Sir Elton John are here as well. Well, that's basically everyone they need.

Then, the music starts. With only a few opening notes of the piano, Harry knows exactly what song that is. He specifically requested it. From the look on Merlin's face, so does he. Roxy and Eggy gesture that they should start walking.

"Just to look in your eyes again

Just to lay in your arms

Just to be the first one always there for you

Just to live in your laughter

Just to sing in your heart

Just to be everyone of your dreams come true

Just to sit by your window

Just to touch in the night

Just to offer a prayer each day for you

Just to long for your kisses

Just to dream of your sighs

Just to know that I'd give my life for you

For you for the rest of my life

For you all the best of my life

For you alone, only for you"

Even though he chose this song from John Denver because he knew Merlin would love it, it is also everything he wants to say to him. The words ring out through the hall and into his heart and they make him emotional. As they reach where the officiant and Martin are standing, they turn to look at each other in the eye. Only then does Harry realise that Merlin has been crying, his eyes red. Roxy reaches out and gives him a handkerchief to clean his face.

The ceremony begins but Harry is too overwhelmed with emotions, as well as too busy looking at the love of his life to hear what the officiant has to say.

Soon, he hears, "Do you, Hamish Andrew Ferguson, take Harry Hart, as your lawful wedded husband?"

The sound "I do." coming out of Merlin's mouth might be the greatest thing he's ever heard, no song would ever compare to this.

Then, the officiant turns to him to asks the same thing. There can be only one answer: "Of course I fucking do."

Martin comes forward to hand them the rings and they put them on each other's hand. With that, the officiant declares that they are now married. As they kiss, the whole Great Hall erupts with cheers.

The wedding party is finally over and the guests are already on their ways. Harry and his newly-wedded husband, Merlin, are finally alone in front of their hotel room. He turns to the man in the kilt and asks with a pleading look on his face, "Hamish, please don't be upset or anything but there is something I really, really would love to do and I need your permission."

"What is it, Harry?"

"Can I carry you, bridal style over the threshold?"

Merlin sighs but he smiles, "Fine, just this once."

Harry's face lights up and he looks as happy as a child on Christmas Eve. He unlocks the door, grabs Merlin and picks him up to carry him into the room, closing the door on the way in with his foot. He then tenderly puts his husband down on the edge of the bed and kneels down in front of him, beaming.

Merlin smiles back genuinely, then bends down to kiss Harry's forehead. "Hello, beloved husband."

Harry pulls Merlin down for a passionate kiss that lasts until the need for oxygen becomes too much to bear. After that, both of them just sits there, grinning like idiots.

After a while, Merlin starts yawning and Harry declares that they both need sleep. Merlin reaches down to take his prosthetic legs off but Harry stops him. "Let me.", he says. As Harrys meticulously, tenderly tends to Merlin, he finds himself singing.

"Just to wake up each morning

Just to you by my side

Just to know that you're never really far away

Just a reason for living

Just to say I adore

Just to know that you're here in my heart to stay

For you for the rest of my life

For you all the best of my life

For you alone, only for you

Just the words of a love song

Just the beat of my heart

Just the pledge of my life, my love, for you."

PS: So I have finally finished my first not-one-shot! I came across John Denver’s “For You” as I was looking for music for this fic and I have to say that the first time I heard it, I cried. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Doune Castle:

If you like what I wrote, please continue supporting me by reading Captain Fantastic And The Gentleman Spies, it is also a Merlahad :D

#Kingsman #merlahad #kingsman fanfic #merlahad fanfic #harry hart #merlin #my fic #massive amount of fluff #fluff overdose

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salazar-slytherin-8867 · 7 years ago

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I challenge you to answer ALL the unusual asks. (If not just answer the ones you want to)

(thanks)

1) Spotifiy, Soundcloud, or Pandora?

Spotifiy

2) Is your room messy or clean?

Messy. very. very. messy.

3) What color are your eyes?

blue/green.

4) Do you like your name? why?

Not really. I got bullied for it in third and fourth grade about it, so Ive kinda disliked it since, but at least its not generic.

5) What is your realationship status?

in a relationship.

6) Describe your personality in 3 words or less.

Really fucking annoying.

7) What color hair do you have?

Blonde, but Im thinking of dying it.

8) What kind of car do you drive? color?

I cant drive, but my mom car is a green 2000 Toyota Camry

10) How would you describe your style?

All over the place and completely random.

11) Favorite Social Media Account?

Probabaly my Facebook, cause thats where I talk to most of my family.

12) What size is your bed?

Twin, I think.

13) Any sibblings?

I have two half sisters and two half brothers on my fathers side, and a twin brother.

14) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be, and why?

Mars cause I want to go to Pigfarts Probabaly like the Oregon coast. cause I like cold weather and the West Coast

15) favorite Snapchat filter?

I dont use Snapchat, soooo.

16) Favortie makeup brand(s)

I dont wear a lot of make up, but I do like e.l.f.

17) How many times do you shower in a week?

On a good week, 5-6, on a bad week, 2-3.

18) Favorite Tv show?

Rick and Morty, or NCIS

19) Shoe size?

sometimes I wear a 5, others a six or seven, it varies depending on the style of shoe…

20) How tall are you?

5′1″

21) Sandals or Sneakers?

Sneakers

22) Do you go to the gym?

Nope.

23) Describe your dream date.

probably just like, picnic by a lake or at a park.

24) How much money do you have in your wallet right now?

I dont have a wallet, but I have a jar of pocket money with $83

25) what color socks are you wearing?

Im not wearing socks but earlier I was wear black socks.

26) How many pillows do you sleep with?

I only have one for my head, but I have 12 pillows on my bed.

27) Do you have a job? what do you do?

does being annoying and sad count as a job?

28) How many friends do you have?

12, but only half are close friends.

29) What is the worst thing youve ever done?

In third grade I gave a kid a black eye…

30) whats your favorite candle scent?

Spring Rain.

31) 3 favorite boy names?

Max, Alex, Jake.

32) 3 favorite girl names?

Raine, Sage, Autum.

33) Favortie actor?

Lenardo DeCaprio

34) Favorite Actress?

Emma Watson

35) Who is your celebrity crush

Dont have one.

36) Favorite Movie?

Rent

37) Do you read a lot? what is your favorite book?

I’ve actually been trying to read more, I love Sparrow Road, If I stay, and Shadow.

38) Money or brains?

Brains, teach a man to fish.

39) Do you have a nickname?

Moxie Clean, Moxanne, Molly Molly Moxen Free, Marshmallow, mo, mox.

40) How many times have you been to the hospital?

Once, when I was five, when I cracked my forhead open I Have a Scar I am Harry Potter

41) top ten favorite songs?

Thats What You Get~Paramore,Thnks Fr Th Mmrs~ Fall Out Boy, Misery Business~Paramore, Whatsername~Green Day, It Ends Tonight~All American Rejects, Be my Escape~Relent K, 21st Century Breakdown~Green Day, Always~Blink-182, Ignorance~Paramore, A Drop in the Ocean~ Ron Pope.

42) Do you take any medications daily?

Zyrtec, and Asprins.

43) What is your skin type?

No clue, kinda dry I guess?

44) What is your biggest fear?

Probably abandonment having no one care about/like me. or being a disapointment.

45) How many kids do you want?

probably just one. three max.

46) What is your go to hairstyle?

I just leave my hair down.

47) what type of house do you live in?

I live in an apartment, that is super tiny, and hasnt been updated since the ealy 90′s…

48) Who is your role model?

the woman my mother works for. and my Grandmother.

49) what is the last complement you recived?

one of my friends told me he liked my rant about depression.

50) What is the last text you sent?

‘bro, did you die?!?’

51) How old were you when you ofund out Santa wasnt real?

I was 5, I still put out cookies, but now they’re for my Grandmother and Grandfather.

52) What is your dream car?

I dont know yet, maybe just a Pale Green VW bug, or something that costs less.

53) Opinion on smoking?

I dont like smokers Ive been bullied my entire life cause all my clothes smell like cigerette smoke, but I dont really get to voice my thoughts cause most of my family smokes. But I have no plans to when Im old enough.

54) Do you go to college?

No. And I wont be anytime in the next five years or so.

55) What is your dream job?

Chemist/Nurse/Author, or something that does good and pays well.

56) Would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

Rural Areas. Its nice to see all the stars so clearly.

57) Do you take the shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

should I not?

58) Do you have freckles?

No, but my mother says that I did when I was younger.

59) Do you smile for photos?

Sometimes.

60) How many pictures do you have on your phone?

I dont have a phone so….

61) Have you ever peed in the wood?

nope.

62) Do you still watch cartoons?

yeah.

63) do you perfer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

I cant afford to eat out. (just for the record, Micky D’s)

64)Favorite dipping suace?

ranch.

65) What do you wear to bed?

it depends, it I dont feel like changing I’ll sleep in what Im wearing, otherwise, just sweats and a tee shirt.

66) have you ever won a spelling bee?

Ive never even entered cause in third grade, my teacher told me not to bother trying cause my spelling was too bad, so I havent entered since.

67) What are your Hobbies?

Is eating a hobby? I like to read, draw, write, and sit around being sad. and kazoooo

68) Can you draw?

Not well.

69) do you play an insturment?

Clarinet, Guitar, and piano.

70) what is the last concert you saw?

a band concert, that I was in.

71) tea or coffee?

Both.

72) Starbucks or Dunkin?

that depends on the day, what planets where seen last night, what color socks Im wearing, when the next full moon is, and weather or not I have money.

73) Do you want to get married?

Maybe.

74) what is your crushes first and last initial?

M.D.

75) Are you going to change your last name when you get married?

maybe.

76) what color looks best on you?

teal maybe? I honestly have no clue.

77) do you miss anyone right now?

My friends from school, and old nieghboirs.

78) Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

normally, I would sleep with my door closed, by my brother broke the hinge, so now it can only be open

79) Do you believe in ghosts?

yeah.

80) what is your biggest pet peeve?

people who only care about others and never help themselves, people who act entitled when they arent, and people use terms they dont know the deffinition of.

81) Last person you called?

@geez-man, in like, June

82) favorite Ice Cream flavor?

mint or coffee.

83) Regular oreos, or golden oreos?

regular.

84) Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

both. yes. all of the above.

85) What shirt are you wearing?

its a leopard with the David Bowie lighting blot on its face.

86) what is your phone background?

*doesnt have phone*

87) Are you outgoing or shy?

A bit of both, it depends who Im with,

88) do you like it when people play with your hair?

sometimes, depends who it is. I have trust issuses with people who touch my hair, cause in fifth grade a girl told to whole school I had lice, even though I didnt.

89) do you like your neighboirs?

I dont know my nieghboirs that well, cause most poeple are only here a couple months and then they leave, so really Im indifferent.

90) Do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

in the mornings.

91) have you ever been high?

nope.

92) have you ever been drunk?

nope.

93) Last thing you ate?

A chicken sandwhich with pesto, chedder and pita chips.

94) Favorite lyrics right now?

“why do we like to hurt so much?”~thats what you get, Paramore;

“The walls start breathing My mind’s un-weaving Maybe it’s best you leave me alone”~It ends tonight, All American Rejects;

“Well there’s a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who They want and what they like, it’s easy if you do it right”~Misery Business, Paramore.

“If I could find you now things would get better We could leave this town and run forever” Ocean Avenue, Yellowcard.

“Where’s your gavel? Your jury? What’s my offense this time? You’re not a judge but if you’re gonna judge me Well sentence me to another life.”Ignorance, Paramore

“Don’t wanna hear your sad songs I don’t wanna feel your pain When you swear it’s all my fault Cause you know we’re not the same”~Ignorance, Paramore.

95) Summer or Winter?

Winter.

96) Day or Night?

night.

97) Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Milk chocolate. but if you offer me white or dark chocolate, I wont refuse.

98) Favorite Month?

August.

99) What is your Zodiac sign?

Scorpio

100) Who was the last person you cried in front of?

I dont cry when Im with other people.

(I probabaly mispelled 50% of this. Im sorry.)

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Let It Snow | Part 2 / ?

Summary: Oliver Queen spends the days before Christmas trying to find the murderous new archer in Starling City and renew family traditions. An odd request from Moira puts her son in a difficult position, but it also puts an unexpected twist in Oliver’s strange partnership with Felicity Smoak. (S1 AU)

Disclaimer: I do not own nor make any profit off of Arrow. It belongs to The CW, DC Comics, etc.

A/N: This is an AU story set during 1x09: Year’s End. It was meant for Christmas, but things went sideways and it wasn’t until this week that I actually put it down. Thank you @stygian-omada-fan for sensible words when I was feeling overly sensitive. <3

I don't even know where this has all come from in this chapter, but here it is anyway! :P It's a whole lot more involved than I originally thought it would be, and a lot more AU than I expected. But I love it anyway. :)

Chapter 2: Sore Spots

Drinks flowed freely and food disappeared like free pens in an insurance office while Oliver stood watching and waiting for his chosen guests to arrive at the Queen family mansion, fidgeting but barely with his red tie and gray suit jacket whenever feelings of discomfort arose.

Moira and Walter stood on tense tenterhooks the likes of which Oliver hadn't seen since Walter's business trip to Australia. Thea seemed happy enough at the outset, but he wondered how that would last. She was notoriously dramatic about family events.

After barely escaping the new archer's trap, Oliver wondered why he didn't feel more disturbed by the distance with his family, but he supposed that was the point. Keep them away, save them the pain of his other life. Save himself the pain of watching someone else he loved die.

Catching Diggle's heavy yet subtle expression across the way, Oliver knew he'd gone down too dark a path with his thoughts and it had to be showing on his face. Popping his shoulders back, Oliver took a deep breath and set the thoughts aside – for the present.

Instead, Oliver let his mind wander to the IT expert whose office he frequented. According to Oliver's disapproving bodyguard, Felicity had not shown up for the party since it began – something the former solider seemed to think was a good thing. In his words, Oliver's nightly activities already put enough danger in Felicity Smoak's environment. All the same, Diggle had promised to watch vigilantly for the girl Oliver so abruptly invited to his family home for a party celebrating a holiday she didn't even follow. For that, Oliver at least owed Felicity companionship with the one person she really knew at the celebration.

At the opposite side of the room, Tommy Merlyn finally slipped in as though he wasn't sure he should have come, his dark ensemble of black and charcoal brightened by the vivid red dress Laurel Lance wore as she walked in on his arm.

Tommy and Laurel exchanged awkward expressions as Oliver approached, something he regretted, but didn't know how to fix.

"So glad that… both of you could make it," Oliver greeted them both with a smile made of steel.

A split second of hesitation passed and then Tommy leaned forward, offering, "Merry Christmas, pal."

"Merry Christmas," Oliver returned, embracing his best friend firmly in spite of the discomfiture.

As they pulled away, Oliver felt the pressure to likewise hug his former girlfriend. While it seemed logical to also embrace Laurel, the history, pain, and anger between them welled up like a physical barrier despite any progress they made in apologies and forgiveness. Regardless, Oliver leaned forward with a light arm over the undaunted lawyer's bicep and a quiet, "Merry Christmas."

"Hi," Laurel matched him for quietude, her breath of a response just as awkward as the way her head turned almost opposite of Oliver's own.

They pulled apart with uncomfortable written all over them, a wordless pause carving even deeper into the climate of their broken relationship.

"So how long do you guys think it'll be 'til this isn't so weird?" Tommy, of course, broke the strange silence with his casual willingness to embrace a bad situation. "You know, the… the three of us?"

Realizing he had to bridge the gap, Oliver forced himself to sound as positive and upbeat as he knew how, "Oh, it's not weird at all."

Given a sliver of silence, the three of them all began to emit the same disconcerted laugh. Laurel looked down at the ground a moment, then took a breath.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Oliver's eyes found a sight he had begun to believe he'd never see that evening. Laurel's brief first words washed over and through Oliver, not holding his attention like the measure of appreciation he now felt.

"Excuse me a minute," the billionaire said hastily and distractedly to his two friends, barely catching their startled and confused gazes as he moved slowly out towards the doorway and Tommy stepped back beside Laurel.

There in the next room, hesitating in such an atypical environment, Felicity Smoak stood out like a rare gem caught in a display of plastic beads – not to mention walking with the most awkwardly comical gait Oliver had seen her use to date. Decked out in a long-sleeved velvet dress with a micro-sized slit just above the knee and golden accessories of a metallic belt, disc earrings, and an envelope clutch, the blonde looked incredibly festive for the Christmas season.

Two things, however, stood out as distinctly intriguing about Felicity's outfit; not for their seasonal flavor, but for their significance.

Around her neck, the IT expert wore a gold and diamond snowflake pendant. Actually having to cough and swallow a laugh at the sight, Oliver appreciated her sense of humor. But the most startling part of her outfit was the deep, rich green tone of her knee-length velvet dress and sky-high suede pumps.

Oliver quickly decided Felicity had no real idea who had been coming to her for help all this time, but the irony did not escape the billionaire in the slightest, even putting a genuine smile, however small, on his handsome face.

Two sets of clear blue eyes caught even as Oliver heard Tommy double-checking that his best friend was all right. Felicity hesitated but a moment, then seemed to make up her mind about something and headed in a direct path towards Oliver. The vigilante met her in the doorway, extending a hand to catch hers in greeting.

"You look very nice," Oliver spoke first, tilting his head in subtle curiosity as he took note of the blonde's thick, curling ponytail enhanced by braiding around the crown of her head. Makeup also took an enhanced note compared to normal, lips stained in a plum tinted by red and eyes shadowed with a light smoky look and a tinge of gold sparkle at the corners. "I didn't think you were coming."

Pulling in her vivid lips awkwardly, Felicity just shrugged. "I thought about it when I saw the house. Or, well, palace, really. This place is huuuge."

"It is a mansion," Oliver responded lightly, inciting Felicity to scoff aloud.

"Soooo, where is all this snow I've been promised?" the blonde inquired with a quiet sense of playfulness.

"Oh, it's just waiting for the right moment," Oliver repressed a smile, lips tight from the posturing. At least his plans wouldn't go to waste now.

"Hmmm," Felicity hummed doubtfully. "I still say you can't promise the weather."

"Maybe, maybe not," the billionaire teased dryly. "You'll see."

"I'm holding you to that," Felicity poked his shoulder demandingly, to which Oliver just smiled slightly.

"Oliver?" Tommy called to the man in question, Laurel joining him in approaching Oliver where he had stopped in the doorway. "You okay, man?"

"I'm fine," Oliver answered immediately, brows furrowing minutely. "I just saw Felicity waiting in the other room and wanted to greet her."

"Who?" Laurel asked, facial features expressing a bout of confusion and doubt Oliver felt was a bit unwarranted. He hadn't whispered, after all.

"Did we used to know a Felicity?" Tommy wondered slowly, mind plainly working over their past history to see if he or Oliver had ever dated, slept with, or wronged a blonde named Felicity.

"I doubt it," Felicity spoke up for herself, offering that same manic little wave she had given Oliver at the Holiday staff party.

"This is Felicity Smoak," Oliver introduced the blonde with a mild smile at her consistency. "She's been a really big help for me while I try to understand the changes in technology. Computers have certainly gotten stranger and stranger in my absence."

"Uh, they've gotten better and better, actually," Felicity disagreed with that same silly face she had given him when she mentioned the bullet holes in Lawton's laptop with such casual aplomb.

"Well, you know them far better than anyone I know," Oliver countered with a tilt of his head in deference of her expertise.

"Oh, thanks," Felicity smile broadly at his backhanded compliment, teeth gleaming in the warm lights.

"Where did you two meet?" Laurel inquired, a stringent quality to her tone Oliver could have done without. He had been glad for Tommy bringing her in spite of any awkwardness, but when Oliver realized Laurel's presence at his best friend's side, he had expected she was there as a friend, not as a lawyer on duty.

"Felicity came highly recommended at Queen Consolidated," Oliver explained easily. He was starting to think the lie became better each time he told it. "I practically ruined my laptop and she helped me get some stuff off before it died completely."

"He spilled a latte on it," Felicity added to the explanation, rather more helpfully than Oliver thought possible, even with the amused grin stuck on her features.

"I didn't know you liked… lattes… Oliver?" Laurel remarked, expression quizzical but firm.

"Tastes can change," Oliver remarked immediately. And indeed they did change after five years away from everything and everyone he knew and loved. Granted, he had no real taste for flavored coffees or anything sweet, but Laurel didn't know that.

"You spit it out on the keyboard, didn't you?" Tommy started grinning broadly, a laugh beginning to bubble up from his chest. No doubt he envisioned Oliver testing out a latte on a dare or to impress a girl, as he used to, and making a very public scene of disgust for its flavor.

"First tastes are so chaotic," Felicity commented with a nod of knowing frustration. Oliver could feel the sarcasm rolling off of her small body in waves.

"Well, Oliver's coffee adventures aside," Tommy spoke up again, stretching a hand towards the blonde, "It's great to meet you, Felicity. Any friend of Oliver's, you know?"

The dark-haired billionaire winked teasingly at the blonde, bringing a small giggle from her at his charming humor.

"Thank you," Felicity responded, smile stuck on her face in spite of the odd atmosphere that still remained between Laurel, Tommy, and Oliver.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you," Laurel added with a slight smile, nodding once towards Felicity.

"Miss Smoak?"

Each one of them turned at the sound of Walter Steele's surprised exclamation. Oliver's stepfather looked pleased but startled by Felicity's presence in the mansion. Pursing his lips curiously, Oliver wondered just how Walter and Felicity knew each other. Walter had no real reason to attend anyone in the IT department – not that Oliver knew of, anyway.

"Mr. Steele!" Felicity greeted the CFO of Queen Consolidated with a deeply-buried manic streak Oliver took keen notice of.

"How nice to see you here," Walter responded with a delicately hidden awkwardness Oliver only noticed because of his five year stint away from Starling City.

"Oliver invited me," Felicity explained abruptly. "At the staff party. The one he talked to you about changing around. You know, for people who don't celebrate—Oh!"

Oliver tried to quell her words with his eyes before Felicity went into too much detail, but between three people who knew him well enough to see his obvious attempt, it didn't get far. Stuck in the very recognition she had not wanted when Oliver brought it up, the babbling blonde fell silent, lips taught between her teeth.

"You knew about that?" Walter asked, puzzled.

"I just randomly brought it up," Oliver cut in for Felicity's sake, hoping to cut off anymore tangents that might lead to the types of conversations he had had with the brilliant woman during the fulfillment of some of his 'requests' in the IT department. "We chatted while she helped me find a tech gift for Mister Diggle – a small thank you for his services this season."

Felicity looked as though she wanted to chew her lip off, but she gladly nodded along with Oliver's boldfaced lie. Ironically, it was one of his better ones.

Perhaps it was just with Felicity he couldn't lie; maybe she had a built-in sense of when people were lying to her? Oliver wasn't sure, but he let out the tiniest sigh of relief when everyone accepted the story at face value.

"That's nice of you, Ollie," Laurel told him with surprise, tilting her head slightly back to gauge this new nuance of her ex.

"I'm glad he spoke up about it, actually," said Walter with a short laugh, putting a hand on Oliver's shoulder. "Our employees deserve to be treated fairly in every way… You're a good man, Oliver."

"Yeah, buddy, you're turning into a regular good Samaritan," Tommy complimented his best friend, offering a clap on the back as affirmation of his support.

Affecting a laugh at the undue praise, Oliver noted from the corner of his eye as his mother distractedly met the same boy Thea had spoken to at Big Belly Burger. A bouquet of flowers passed from Shane's hand to Moira's with the typical potential-date-material flare – which was to say none.

Moira handed her flowers over to a maid as Thea and her 'friend' chatted with the Queen matriarch. It didn't look like the younger man did anything other than pay the occasional compliment of some kind, often leaving their mother to fake a small, indulging laugh while Thea smiled amusedly.

Oliver didn't much like Shane.

Turning by chance to catch Felicity's inquisitive blue eyes behind her glasses, Oliver realized his feelings towards his sister's date probably dominated his transparent expression. Breathing in deep, the vigilante pushed the sensation away and refocused on the conversation at hand just as Walter chose to leave them.

"Mister Merlyn, Miss Lance, good to see you again," Walter greeted the pair with a warm smile. "Miss Smoak, do enjoy the party. I'll see you later, Oliver."

"Of course, Walter," Oliver nodded once in acknowledgment as his stepfather headed in Moira Queen's general direction.

"Well, why don't we get some drinks?" Tommy mentioned to Laurel for Oliver and Felicity's sakes.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Laurel concurred, smile still a bit forced, but accepting. Oliver had the strangest feeling her evening wasn't going quite the way she expected.

"Yeah, I'll catch you guys when I give the toast," Oliver nodded his agreement, smiling for effect.

"It was nice to meet you, Felicity," Laurel said farewell to the IT expert.

"Don't let this guy get you in too much trouble, okay?" Tommy told the blonde with a little grin. Oliver nearly rolled his eyes as the joke.

"Um, sure thing," Felicity agreed with a firm upswing of her arm, fist clenched playfully.

Laughing more genuinely at the gesture, the pair took off into the crowd arm-in-arm to find their beverages.

In the absence of so much chatter, Felicity and Oliver both turned silent and awkward, not for the first time in their acquaintance. Searching for topics of conversation was neither Oliver's forte nor his preference, but he felt Felicity deserved that much.

"Are you hungry?" Oliver found himself asking, a sense of foolishness enveloping him as he repeated the ridiculous question in his mind.

"I… actually am," Felicity confirmed, surprise blooming into being on her face. "Huh, I didn't even realize it."

Exhaling the briefest puff of a laugh, Oliver tapped her shoulder with a single finger. "Then follow me."

Humored by his sly lead, Felicity allowed the billionaire to pull her forward by the elbow to the central table that had replaced the living room suite.

"I don't think we'll have any trouble finding something to eat," Oliver remarked with the pretense of a concentrated frown.

Felicity failed to reply, but her long-suffering eye roll said all Oliver needed to know about her feelings on that comment.

They went quiet in a heartbeat, each picking out foods from the enormous spread before them. Diverse tastes decorated Felicity's plate, each pick from the pile standing testament to her wide palette. By contrast, Oliver stuck to simple, bland foods; despite his return to the world and the variety of foods he had eaten since coming home, Oliver found it difficult to eat many different tastes all in the same short time frame.

"This is a very big selection of food," Felicity mock-whispered to Oliver, leaning towards him playfully as she spoke.

"Then we won't have to worry about choices, will we?" Oliver murmured in a similarly low tone.

"Well, I won't," Felicity commented more normally, "but you don't seem to like anything with flavor. Just look at that sad, sad little plate in your hands…"

Faking a sigh of utter despair, Felicity shook her head at Oliver's food options.

"I'm not big on flavorful food items," Oliver responded simply, struck once again by Felicity's incredible, formidable intuition.

"Hmm," Felicity nodded her understanding, shrugging and turning to her plate again with a touch of awkwardness.

The crowd around them moved in a mass of murmuring and the occasional quiet laugh to break the monotony. Oliver tried to think of what to say, but he had long ago grown weary with conversation. Action had become his stigma, his sign. He had no backup of topics and jokes and memories with which to brighten the moment. He wasn't like Tommy, no matter how much he sometimes wished he could have his best friend's optimism.

Exhaling quietly to relieve the pressure of his thoughts, Oliver turned to watch Felicity enjoy her food without a care who saw her. Halfway turned towards the blonde, Oliver's blue gaze fell upon his mother and sister who, unfortunately, had both begun to move towards them – the former with a steely, suspicious look in her eye that Oliver knew he could not avoid.

Bracing himself, Oliver warned Felicity under his breath, "Mother and sister."

"What?" Felicity turned to him, startled, still chewing a tea sandwich, but Oliver had no time to clarify.

"Mom, Thea," Oliver greeted mother and daughter with another of his false smiles, this one hopefully not as pronounced as it felt.

"Oliver," Moira met her son perfunctorily, but her eyes immediately locked on Felicity's blond ponytail as it swung around with the IT expert's swirl to face the Queen women.

"Nice party, Ollie," Thea remarked, her subtle sarcasm all too evident when matched by her crossed arms and tilted face.

"Where's Shane?" Oliver asked his little sister, his tone all business and curiosity, but Thea's rising shoulders proved she knew the same detrimental sarcasm filled his question.

"He's around," Thea snapped back sharply, but said no more. Felicity's side-eyed expression and Moira's disapproval told Oliver just how awkward the situation would become if he didn't stop now, so he let Thea's defiant evasion go for the time being.

Staring a moment longer at the youngest Queen's expression, Oliver turned to his mother. "I'm glad so many people were willing to come tonight."

"Yes, I agree," Moira retorted more strongly than suited her personality, her full range of faux enthusiasm muted heavily by the sarcasm buried therein. "There are so many… unexpected guests."

While Oliver's mother had always been direct in the superiority of the wealthy, this snotty cynicism didn't suit the circumstances at all.

"Mom," the billionaire affected a shark-like smile of his own as he commented disbelievingly, "And here I thought sarcasm was Thea's most prominent character trait."

Silence engulfed the four of them, shock waves rolling off of Moira and Thea Queen's frozen faces. Felicity looked like her night had gone the worst possible way she could have imagined, her hard swallow snapping something in Oliver's hard stance. The former castaway didn't even know what got into him; he'd never been so bold with his mother before.

Thea scoffed as if she had expected her brother to finally do something even more selfish and insensitive, stalking away with a disgusted expression.

"There's no need to be rude, Oliver," Moira informed him with narrowed eyes. "I only wanted to ask who your guest is."

"Then you need only have asked outright, Mom," Oliver couldn't help himself from reacting rather viscerally a second time as his mother spit out 'guest' as though it was a dirty word. Felicity was honorable, very independent, honest, and self-respecting; Oliver didn't want anyone thinking she was his plaything or that she would put herself up for the highest bidder. "I've come to Felicity for help several times since coming home and we became friends."

Felicity looked like she wanted to say something, but Moira cut into Oliver before she could do so, "Friends… Really. That's a very blasé term to use, don't you think, Oliver?"

Felicity finally caught the real, underlying point of Moira's game of words, at last making her voice known.

"Oh. Oh no! We are not seeing each other! No, no, no, I just help him with technology," Felicity began to laugh, that off-color chuckle at the back of her throat as she spewed correction after awkward correction, "which is a lot…"

The words still came off sounding like an insinuation and the IT expert add rapidly, "Because he's… not so good at technology. He's, he's not good at anything, really…"

Moira Queen lifted one eyebrow in doubtful offense at her son being described as having no talents, despite her current distaste with his attitude.

"Which iiiis… not an insult!" Felicity moved to fix her unending parade of sore spots.

The Queen matriarch did not look impressed.

"I'm sure there are plenty of other things you're good at," Felicity smiled up at Oliver in acknowledgment, lips stretching awkwardly over her teeth before she realized just what she'd said. With an even bigger grin borne of disbelief, the blonde added hastily, "Like throwing parties!"

Impossibly excitable in the wake of her foot-in-mouth syndrome and the embarrassment that came along with it, Felicity gestured with her manic little fingers at the festive Christmas decorations all around them.

Oliver nearly swallowed his tongue to stop an unexpected bark of laughter from escaping his throat.

"I see," Moira said simply, firmly blank towards the blonde IT specialist.

Oliver breathed deep to avoid lashing out again and causing even more of a scene. Walter was beginning to look worried where he stood in conversation with a banker from Starling National. Across the room, Tommy and Laurel stared in well-buried shock at the obvious discord in the Queen family.

"Oliver, I believe it's about time for tonight's speech," Moira spoke to her son with the same empty authority, her move to now ignore Felicity's presence not sitting well with Oliver, but he didn't know what to say without driving further suspicion in his mother's mind and more arguments between them all. At this point, he doubted he could convince her that he wasn't sleeping with Felicity.

Felicity pursed her lips in an instant feeling of dismissal, her shoulders slowly lowering with disappointment. Oliver hated the expression in her clear blue eyes. It felt rude to gloss over Felicity's immense skillset and personal integrity in such a way, but Oliver could hardly reveal it without also revealing his other identity.

An inspiration hit the billionaire, however, his earlier plans for the evening coming back to mind. He couldn't believe he almost forgot about them, turning to Felicity with a lighter air than just a second prior. Oliver ignored the tension of his family and offered an escape route from his mother, "She's right. I do have a speech planned. Why don't you come with me, Felicity? It won't take me long."

"Okay," Felicity straightened up with jolt of relief.

"Come on," Oliver murmured more quietly, reaching for the Felicity's velvet-covered elbow and leading her around to the large bay window facing over the front of the house. Along the way, Oliver set down his plate on the corner of the table and picked up a glass of champagne. Felicity matched his actions, but stood slightly back as Oliver made his way onto the small wooden platform they have brought in for the evening.

Tapping his champagne glass loudly, Oliver grasped everyone's attention within moments, every eye turning to his place at the forefront of the room.

"Hi," Oliver began simply, drawing a fair few chuckles for his anticlimactic greeting. "I'm glad you could all joins us to celebrate this Christmas season!"

Everyone applauded until Oliver gestured for calm and continued, "It's been five years since the last Queen Christmas party. That's a long time to go without celebrating something."

Many in the crowd laughed at his remarks, and Oliver tried not to judge them for it. They didn't know he really meant every word. For his family, Tommy, and Laurel, who had all gathered together far at the back of the room, there was no humor. Their drawn expressions, even mixed with a remaining distaste for Oliver's words moments before, told Oliver that something clicked in their minds – something he guessed they never thought about before. One more tiny piece to Oliver's puzzle.

Felicity, standing so much nearer, expressed ten times as much emotion in her blue eyes behind those glasses. Something sad and something logical combined to form a sense of realization Oliver hadn't expected to see from the blonde.

But then he should have known better. It was Felicity Smoak, after all.

"So tonight, I want to say thank you," Oliver went on with his speech, pushing onward with unexpected sentiment, "Thank you for helping me celebrate family, friends, and coming home. I missed every person in my family and each of the friends I left behind."

Struck by his own truth, by the friends he had indeed left behind in the broad ocean, on Lian Yu, aboard the Amazo, in Hong Kong, in Russia… Oliver took a deep breath to push past and finish his work.

"I have also made new friends since returning home. One very remarkable friend," Oliver started again, eyeing Felicity without any compunction; he pleasantly noted her immediate understanding and the pink flush that adorned her cheeks, "once complimented me on my… fascinating acquaintances."

Felicity blushed more deeply, reminded of her faux pas at the holiday staff party a few days earlier.

"I agree with that," Oliver affected a smile. "I do have a very fascinating set of people surrounding me. People with a sense of understanding… compassion… and generosity. I've come to know people who are patient and enduring of my actions, even when I'm not the easiest person to get along with. Those things are very hard to find these days."

With their angry meeting still close to the chest, Oliver's family didn't look happy by the subtle dig, but there was a sense of slight embarrassment in his mother and sister.

Felicity caught Oliver's eye with one of her 'I always know you're lying' faces Oliver usually felt a little guilty seeing himself put there. Half-laughing at the thought of Diggle and Felicity giving him those expectant, knowing looks when he said something altogether ridiculous to avoid telling them the truth, Oliver realized he hadn't been describing his family at all.

The two people who were pushing his crusade forward, however unknowingly on Felicity's part, had to be two of the most patient, enduring, understanding, generous human beings he knew. He lied or omitted whenever he talked to them, however necessary he felt that was. Yet somehow, both of them still helped him. They still responded when he needed help.

"It's that knowledge," Oliver spoke again, "of my friends' patience and generosity… that pushes me to my next announcement…"

The audience in the living space and beyond into the hallway and foyer stood waiting pensively for Oliver to drop the ball on his seemingly big news.

"I have a surprise for all of you!" the billionaire finally answered the tension with an even more affected broad smile, throwing his arms out as if to encompass the entire crowd. "Now, if you will all take a glass of champagne and a napkin, I would like to invite all of you to join us in the ballroom."

A hushed, shocked murmuring spread through the crowd at this unexpected offering, and the odd accompaniment of a napkin to Oliver's request. It took a moment for people to believe what Oliver even said, so he added helpfully, "Yes, I'm serious, please grab a glass and a napkin – napkins are essential, ladies and gentlemen! – and our staff will guide you to the ballroom."

At last dispersing, the guests more happily made their way around for a drink and a napkin, many chuckling over the latter item's odd inclusion.

Moira, Thea, and Laurel all stared at Oliver as if he had sprouted ten heads, but Walter chuckled slightly along with Tommy and guided the three ladies – and Shane, unfortunately – out of the quickly-emptying room. The two men had come to share the viewpoint of 'live and let live' where Oliver was concerned, something he appreciated at times.

Diggle merely rolled his eyes at Oliver's theatrics, although an amused smile did flit across his mouth as he headed after the Queen entourage at the end of the crowd.

"Oliver?" Felicity's quiet, surprised voice reached the billionaire, bringing him around to face the IT expert as he stepped down from the platform. "What is going on?"

"Come on, it'll be fun," Oliver encouraged the blonde, a more genuine smile eclipsing his features as he grabbed a napkin for both of them. Reaching out, the billionaire once more took Felicity's elbow and led her through the house for his grand plan.

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