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writingismyhappytime · 4 years

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I'm thankful for friends, making new friends, meeting the band in two weeks, and road trips ❤️ hope this works in a magical way as a fic

You squeeze your arms around Chris, a warm, fuzzy feeling settling over your shoulders as you look around the home you’ve made together. It’s perfectly decorated for the holidays, much to his dismay, but it’s important to you to get into the spirit. You want to wake up every day to the smell of gingerbread candles or pumpkin spice, shove your feet into warm slippers and walk into a livingroom prepared for Christmas despite Halloween was two days ago.

“This is going to be such a good year,” you say excitedly, pleased at the Christmas tree looming in the corner of the room, decorated in reds and golds on one side, blacks and silvers on the other --- neither of you could agree on the colors, so you compromised.

Honestly? You kind of like it, it shows both of your personalities, both of your tastes.

“You’re not going to try to get out of meeting my parents this time, right?” You ask after a moment, twitching your eyes up at the tall black-haired man beside you who was looking at his phone rather than at the decorations you’ve been laboring over for days.

“Last time was an accident,” he mumbles defensively; it’s not his fault that there was an emergency band meeting about the album that he sort of planned as a way to get out of meeting your very country-bumpkin parents for the first time. He just knows they’re not going to like him, and you’ve only been dating a year! Isn’t it a little fast to meet the family just yet?

Sure, you might be living together, you have for the last six months, but that’s different! Sure, you might also be in one of his music videos, and on one of his bank accounts just in case there’s an emergency, but --- well, those things had all seemed natural to happen at the time! No rush, no force, not like this whole parents thing.

It makes him uncomfortable.

He’s an adult, technically old enough to be a parent himself now, but that doesn’t make the impending situation any less doom-filled. Maybe he can say one of the band broke their leg and he has to go to the hospital, and make one of them limp around for six months in a cast when you’re around. That seems like a more logical thing to do, actually, maybe Ricky would ---.

“Chris.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop plotting for a way out of this,” you wag your finger firmly at him as you step away, gathering errant tinsel decorating his black livingroom suite. “You can’t bail on me this time, I won’t allow it. I don’t care if someone is dying, you’re meeting my folks.”

Folks.

“Ugh.”

“Do I have too?” He grumbles unhappily, sitting down heavily in the armchair, grimacing as he realizes he’s squishing Rudolph. He’s not near as into the holiday spirit as you are, and it sort of irks him to come home and see all this nonsense hanging around, but you were just so excited to decorate he couldn’t exactly tell you no. He frowns down at the reindeer he holds in his tattooed hands, the bright red nose he has the sudden urge to rip off.

“They’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time, Chris, so yes! We’ve been together over a year now!’

Not quite a year, Chris thinks. He tosses Rudolph away from him, not caring where he lands as he looks at you. “Yes, but we don’t want to rush anything. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind giving us more time before they meet me.”

“Are you afraid of my parents?” You frown at him, garland hanging from your neck as you try to gather your holiday supplies. You have some glitter on you from who knows what, some ornaments are hanging off your fingers by their delicate strings, and under one arm is apparently sticks you can buy to apparently stuff the tree and make it look fuller? He’d never heard of such a thing before. “Is big bad frontman of a metal band afraid of meeting two old people? My mom crochets and my dad runs the local bingo, they’re not exactly feral.”

You look... amused.

Chris face sours. “I am not afraid of meeting them! I just --- well, I don’t know. It just seems soon. Why don’t we wait another year?”

“Why? Do you plan on breaking up with me sometime next year?” You quirk a brow at him curiously, slowly putting your ornaments away. “Is that why you don’t want to meet them?”

“No.” Chris squirms.

“They’re just people, Chris, you meet new ones every day! There’s nothing different and nothing to be worried about,” you sound exasperated, struggling too get the tinsel off of you and into the designated box.

“But it’s different,” he replies, getting to his feet to help you. He lifts the tinsel off of you, tossing it into the box already overflowing with decor. "It's your people."

"They're going to like you," you say, brushing at your ugly, obnoxious cat sweater. He swears you've pulled out a box that has a sweater for every single day until the holiday, and now you're talking about making him wear some! He does have a reputation to uphold! Although, it would be a funny card to send out, both of you wearing horrid looking sweaters.

Actually, that would be cute, he's not quite so opposed now.

"Are you sure they're not going to think I'm the devil luring their little girl to the dark side?"

You roll your eyes. "No. If anything, I think I'm more devious than you are, you just look the part. Don't let my cat sweater fool you, Mr. Cerulli, I'm quite the devil myself."

"Oh really? Chris chuckles, feeling your arms curling tightly around his waist again as you snuggle into him. He holds you, giving you a light squeeze as he presses his lips into your hair.

Yeah, still doesn't want to meet your parents.

Still will try to find a way out of it.

Just won't mention that detail to you.

"Oh, and when we sit down at Thanksgiving, we have this tradition of going around the table saying what we're thankful for because we really are that basic, but you're going to have to play long. Say something cheesy, my mom will love that," you say, your voice muffled by his shirt. "It doesn't matter if you really mean it or not, but that'll make them like you more. Which I also don't think you have anything to worry about. My mom keeps telling everyone she slept with a member of Motley Crue back in the day, so I don't know how true that is or not, but be prepared for that story since she knows you're in a band."

Chris chuckles, his lips curving. "Sleeping with the band runs in the family, huh?"

"You could say that." You reply, shrugging your shoulders. You nudge him until he's taking a few steps back, falling back into the armchair still warm from his occupation earlier. You sit down in his lap, curling your cold toes against his leg as you snuggle into him, his warm arms keeping you against him. "Do you want to practice what you're thankful for?"

"Not really."

"Oh, come on," you shuffle a little, letting your head rest against his black-clad shoulder. "Humor me."

Hmph.

"I'm thankful for --- you being my girlfriend. Baking lots of cookies, making it smell girly as fuck in here at all times." Chris glances dubiously at all the lit candles.

"Well, there's a start," you bite your lower lip, cheeks pinkening. He started off so well.

"I'm thankful for --- all that we have together," you say after a moment. "Our apartment, the things we do together."

Oh, are you going back and forth now? Crap, what else can he be thankful for?

"Uhh --- I'm thankful for... um... I don't know." he grimaces. This is a lot harder than expected. What is he thankful for? He tries to think, but his mind is just completely blank.

"Well, I'll go again. I'm thankful for friends, making new friends," you chew your lip thoughtfully. "Meeting the band in two weeks." You haven't met any of them, not because you don't want too, your life is just busy and they're his work buddies, you don't think it's important to meet them until he wants you too --- turns out now he does, which made you so happy to know he wants you more involved in his life! "And road trips."

"Road trips?"

"Yep. We're taking one next year, remember? You might have got to see all fifty states, but I'm still lacking seven of them! I need to finish my tshirt collection."

Oh god.

Chris forgot about that.

"I can always buy you one when I go through the state."

"It's not the same! I want to see it for myself. You did promise me, remember?" You boop his nose lightly with your finger, amused when his pale cheeks turn bright pink. "I want us to go together for the experience. It'll be fun. You can take a week off work, and we can just spend it together."

Ahuh.

"Like... are we driving or flying?"

"Well, we can rent an RV, really spend some close time together," you say, pretending to be thoughtful and not ignore his horrified look. "You remember that movie with Robin Williams? It'll kind of be an adventure like that! It'll be fun!"

Absolutely not.

Chris has not sunk that low!

"Doesn't he get run over by the RV?"

"I'm sure you'll be fine, honey." you pat his shoulder reassuringly.

Chris sighs.

Sure he will.

"You know what else I'm thankful for?" You say after a moment, snuggled in his lap in your warm sweater, his arms keeping away the chill of the room. You love little, simple moments like this when it's just the two of you, when it's quiet and peaceful, all you're missing is the crackling of an open fire.

"What's that?"

"You." You press a soft kiss against his chin, smiling. "Putting up with me and my holiday obsession, letting me decorate this space and tease you about RV's but going along with it anyway. I love you, and you're important to me, I'm so thankful that I met you and that we've been able to spend all this time together."

Chris blinks, his cheeks a nice rosy hue as he absorbs your words.

"How am I supposed to top that?" He mumbles, and you smile warmly at him, snuggling close again.

"You're not supposed too, so long as you feel the same."

His arms around you tighten. "I definitely feel the same."

He gives it a moment, then, "But were you serious about the RV thing? Because we can seriously just fly to whatever state you want to start in and rent a car or something."

"Well, I'll guess we'll find out next year when we start planning for our trip, won't we?" You say lightly, drawing circles with your fingertips along the lines of his dark shirt. "After you meet my parents."

He frowns.

Why do you have to keep reminding him about that?

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spideyxchelle · 6 years

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ugh. okay. so netflix is coming out with this movie. and it looks so sickly sweet that i can’t help but be outrageously excited about it. and that means that i had to write a spideychelle inspired version. which is a fluffy monstrosity. this is all fluff. only fluff. enjoy!

Michelle Jones is secretly a hopeless romantic. She has been a hopeless romantic all of her life. And she blames nurture, not nature. Because she knows she wouldn’t be like this if it weren’t for her mother.

Mara Jones was the kind of woman that brought sparkle to every room, a trait Michelle believed she had not inherited. And yet, before her mother died, her Mom used to share some of that sparkle when the two of them would cozy up on their lumpy, million year old couch and watch Meg Ryan movies.

It was a Jones girls’ tradition. The two of them, and some slightly burned popcorn, used to bask in the warm distilled sunshine of 90s rom-coms. Every weekend. Her father would sometimes join them and grumble about the cheesy music and the terrible dialogue, but all it took was one smile from her mother and her father would grin stupidly and settle in.

After her mother died, Michelle stopped believing in fairytales and Prince Charmings. That shit didn’t exist. But she still had the ache of a hopeless romantic lurking beneath her steely exterior. And so, when she got a crush so intense it felt like it was crushing her windpipe she wrote a love letter. These letters severed as a goodbye to the boy (or girl) that fuzzied her usually clear head, to cast them out of her heart forever. After all, MJ had no room for flights of fancy. And, when the letter was done, she would lock it away in her mother’s old Church hatbox. Only then, the romantic ache would ease and for a while she would forget that, underneath it all, Michelle Jones was in love with love.

And Michelle is determined to kick this Peter Parker thing. Just like she had kicked the others out of her head and heart.

While yes, she has written him four different goodbye letters, she believes she really does get over her crushes on him when she writes those letters. She stops looking at him like he’s the sun. She moves on.

The problem is that he keeps doing absolutely, infuriatingly adorable things that make her tip headfirst back into like with him. One time the culprit of her crushing is the dumb floof of his eyebrow in history class that makes her heart seize. Another, it is when he organizes a money pool to help pay for Sally’s fees to get to a decathlon fieldtrip in Arizona. But this last time happens when he bends himself into knots lying to their peers about Spider-Man.

Yes, he lies, he has met Spider-Man.

No, he grits his teeth, the superhero is actually super tall.

Uhh maybe, he blushes when one of the girls in gym class ask if he could hook her up with the webslinger on a date.

And just like that, she is back into deep like with a selfless, stupid superhero.

Michelle wants to write her letter right away, as a way to cut out her crush like a cancer, but she is not sure she is ready to sever the warmth that she feels whenever she looks at Peter. It reminds her of Harry and Sally. Or grand gestures in airports.

She figures love is like comfort food— it is good at first but if she indulges in it too long it will kill her. She knows Peter would never intentionally hurt her, they are friends after all, but holding onto this crush will hurt her. She has been down this exact road before. Peter Parker does not look at her the way he looked at Liz or Gwen or Felicia.

She is his friend.

Not the girlfriend.

So regardless of how good, how all consuming, liking Peter Parker can be, Michelle yanks out a piece of paper in decathlon and starts to scribble furiously. Usually she does this very sensitive work at home in the safety of her bedroom with her mother’s hatbox standing by but she figures if this is going to be her fifth Peter Parker letter it does not have to be sacred.

In winding, hurried cursive she writes:

Dear Peter,

I think if you knew how much your smile alone could level me, you would make an effort not to smile in front of me. You’re like that. You’re insanely sweet and kind and you shared your pudding cup with me in the second grade. That doesn’t have anything to do with the smile. And it has everything to do with it all at once.

Look, to cut the bullshit, I would really appreciate if you stop being sweet and kind and nice. Because liking your loser butt is really screwing up my plans to be single forever and live to a hundred and seven. If you keep making my heart skip, I’ll never make it to a hundred and seven.

Please be kind to my health and stop making it so easy to fall in love with you.

Hopelessly and stupidly in love with your dumb face,

Michelle Jones, the conqueror of crushes

When she gets home after decathlon her father is fussing in the kitchen and burning a perfectly good kitchen. Michelle saddles up beside him and tilts her head at the ruined dinner, “What happened this time?”

Her father huffs, “I did everything the recipe said.”

Michelle can’t stop the smile that creeps up her features. She glances up at her father and teases, “It was the recipes fault, then?”

“I’m a victim,” her father nods.

She drops a kiss on her father’s cheek, “I’ll take orange chicken and fried rice.”

Her father waves his wooden spoon in the air, “I’m not ordering Chinese.”

Michelle yells, “And a boba tea.” She closes her bedroom door and drops her bag on her messy floor near her desk. She pads over her closet and flicks on the light, searching for the hatbox that she conceals beneath an old winter coat. And, when she brushes the coat away, she looks down at the soft pastel blue hatbox. Her mother’s hatbox.

She carries it to her desk and sets it preciously on the desk and pulls off the top. Hidden inside are her old letters and of the ten that are in the box, four of them belong to Peter Parker. Which mildly irritates her, but she cannot perseverate on that now, she has to lock her latest Peter letter in her special hat box and move on. Again. MJ unzips her backpack and searches for the offending letter.

Her hands come up empty.

And her heart races.

She dives back into her bag and starts to tear apart the contents—books, old homework, some Chapstick—but she finds no letter. She opens the front of the bag and looks there, too. Inside, her fingertips brush against lint and a crumpled up Harvard brochure. Again, no letter.

That is when the panic sets in. Because the last place she had that stupid letter was decathlon practice.

Oh fuck.

Michelle spends the entire night in an unnatural state of panic. For someone that spends a lot of her time telegraphing that she does not care, she is plagued with a sleepless night of worry.

When the alarm goes off, she jumps to action and barely has time to give her father a hug goodbye before she is running to the subway. And the stop-and-go of the train is maddening. The longer it takes to get to school the longer her letter will be left to the wolves. She needs it back and she needs it now.

When she arrived at the Midtown stop, Michelle races into school and runs. She has never, in her life, but any stock in exercise, which now feels like a fatal flaw. Perhaps if she had actually practiced in gym and done her laps with the rest of her apathetic peers, she wouldn’t feel like her heart is going to explode now.

She tears around the corner and narrowly misses taking down a group of unsuspecting freshman in her pursuit of her letter. And she nearly does a victory lap when she pushes into the auditorium. But there is no time. Only her letter. When she gets it back she will do a victory…tea run. Because running sounds dumb.

Michelle searches the table she had written her letter and comes up empty. So, she checks the next table. And the table after that. And she keeps going around and around the room like if she hopes hard enough it will somehow materialize. But she knows before she has the strength to give up that the letter is gone.

Perhaps it was thrown out with the trash. Perhaps it was swept under the stage to never see the light of day again. Perhaps—

“Uh, Michelle?”

She falters when she hears the squeaky voice from the doorway. She knows that voice. And she briefly imagines her mother’s smile. She had always loved romantic comedies and this would have tickled her pink.

Michelle slowly turns around and spots Peter Parker illuminated by the morning, standing in the middle of the double doors. But the most alarming part of his appearance is the letter hanging loosely in his fist.

Her letter.

“I think,” he croaks sweetly, “this belongs to you.”

Her face heats and she briefly considers spending the rest of her young life in a bunker underground. But she does not betray her embarrassment. She yanks the letter out of his fist and snaps, “You shouldn’t read things that don’t belong to you.”

Peter shrinks, “It was addressed to me. I-I didn’t know, I mean, how was I supposed to know?”

“Know what?” she tries to sound breezy, but her voice cracks.

He raises his eyebrow and flushes a violent shade of red, “You know.”

“No,” she crosses her arms, and plays dumb. “I don’t. Go on. Tell me.”

“Em,” he whispers.

Her heart lurches traitorously. She had written her letter. The crush was supposed to be done and buried. Those were the rules. And yet, here she was looking at him and feeling warm and silly and stupid. She swallows, “You shouldn’t have read that. It was wrong.”

“I’m sor--“ he tries to say, but she cuts him off.

“And inconsiderate. And nosy. And rude. And not to mention—”

“God, will you let me speak?” he cracks.

Silence settles over the two of them, both surprised at his outburst. It is the anthesis of Peter Parker. And its infuriatingly hot. Damn him. She awkwardly crosses her arms over her chest, and nods, “Alright.”

“Right,” he exhales. Her chest rises and falls. “Look, I’m sorry read that letter. I knew it was private like a sentence in but…”

“But?” she presses unkindly.

His eyes flicker to the ground, “But it was nice. Nice to read, I mean. And, uh, for the record I’m not dumb or a loser.”

“Yes, you are,” she mumbles on autopilot.

He smiles and it crinkles in the corners of his eyes. She has only ever known one other person to smile like that, like it lights up the room, and it all feels like her mother, wherever she is, is conspiring against her. Just like that Michelle Jones knows she will need to write another dumb letter, but she doubts it will work. Peter Parker is unavoidable. The dumb idiot has a firm hold on her heart.

“Look,” he reaches into his new backpack—he has a terrible habit of losing them—and pulls out a crinkled up piece of paper. He extends it to her and she raises a confused eyebrow. So, he explains, “It’s only fair.” She does not move. He adds, “For you.”

Hesitantly, she takes the crumpled up paper and reads:

Dear Em,

I liked your letter. It was nice. For the record, I also want you to live to a hundred and seven. You would be the coolest old lady ever. Scaring kids off of her stoop. You would definitely have a stoop. At least, I imagine you with a stoop.

I’ve never written a love letter before. I hope its clear that this is a love letter. Because I’m super into you. And you have no idea how excited I was when I read your letter. Because I never thought I had a chance in hell.

I hope I still do. And the letter wasn’t some kind of mean joke.

Peter Parker

PS. You have to stop wearing those cut-off jeans. Otherwise I’ll never make it to a hundred and seven. And I’m really invested in watching your old lady stoop saga.

Michelle can’t help it. She laughs. When she glances up at him, he is smiling that stunner of a smile again. And, damn her, she rolls her eyes and leans into it. Because she is one of those hopeless romantics. And she is gonna date the hell outta Peter Parker.

“My cut-off jeans?” she asks.

He looks surprised that is the first thing she says, but, to his credit, he does not miss a beat, “They’re heart arrestingly tight.”

Michelle bites her lip, “Have you been checking out my ass, Peter Parker?”

He shrugs one shoulder, “Guilty.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” she points out.

“Love me,” Peter corrects her with an offensively wide grin. “You love me.”

Her pulse quickens and she feels a flood of embarrassment drag her under the water. Without thought, she counters, “Yeah, well you love me.”

He looks over both shoulders to check if the coast is clear and Michelle waits, steeped in confusion. Then, he flicks his wrist, webs her waist and drags her in close. She blinks, startled, and he agrees, “Desperately.” Before she can make any kind of quip, he slants his warm mouth over hers and she falls into the weight and comfort of his lips. She has never been kissed like this before, like someone cares. It is so different than the messy slobbering kisses she has shared under the bleachers with boys that didn’t care if they even knew her name. This is the kind of kiss that people wrote movies about. The kind of kiss that used to make her mother sigh when they watched romantic comedies. This is the big kiss.

And she is a hopeless romantic, after all.

Or maybe, she thinks, she is just hopelessly in love with Peter Parker.

#ficlet #fluff monstrosity #spideychelle

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sunyoonandstars · 6 years

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Dating Bangtan — Headcanon No. 1 || Min Yoongi

Since some of you requested I’d do this for each member this is what I personally imagine Min Yoongi/Suga of BTS to be like in a relationship.

Enjoy! I really hope I managed to strike home with this! 💜 I, for my part, fell in love with the beautiful, incredibly talented and insanely multifaceted man that is Min Yoongi even more while working on this. I’m almost sorry this turned out to be so long ... but there simply was no stopping me ...

Anyway, enjoy!

Before dating/flirting

there’d be no flirting

not in the common way, at least

you’d probably be friends for a longer period of time, months or even years, before he’d even consider dating you

Yoongi wouldn’t care much about the clothes you wear or how you do your makeup but be initially attracted by your personality

still, he’d take his time to feel you out and get to know you better first

because our Min Yoongi invests his precious time and energy only in people he deems worthy, people with depth which he’d only even become aware of once he knows them better

and he does not show his true self (which would mean becoming emotionally vulnerable) to just anyone

so it would take him a while to warm up to you and the idea of becoming (more) intimate

and even once he’d realize that he’s interested in you romantically he’d make sure not to let it on

there’d be (sexual) tension, though, starting from the very moment it’s clear to him that he wants to be more than friends

which would probably confuse you

and even be noticed by the other members/people around you

although no one would have any idea what’s it about

because Min Yoongi is just too freaking good at hiding his feelings

he would be scared to show too much affection or pay too much attention to you, and in doing so making his interest in you obvious, so he’d be kind of insecure as to how to act around you and simply go for the ‚easiest option‘

meaning he’d keep his distance, maybe low-key ignore you and probably seem cold, distant and aloof

the two of you would bicker a lot, maybe even snap at each other occasionally, because he’d get easily irritated when you’re around

also, he’d get suspiciously crabby, apparently for no reason, whenever you’d get close and cuddly with one of the other members/a guy

so you and the members would probably wonder what you did wrong/what happened between the two of you for Yoongi to behave like that

no one would suspect that he actually just likes you

except for Hoseok and Jimin, maybe

so Hoseok would most likely be the one to approach him about it

Yoongi would eventually confide in Hoseok who would give him advice on how to confess to you which Yoongi would not take, though

because he wouldn’t want it to be too cheesy or cliché

and would be too scared of your rejection

so he’d keep postponing his confession

and would probably confess to you ‚accidentally‘ in the end

maybe in the course of a minor verbal altercation after you confronted him about his strange behavior

or when you’d suddenly put a time limit on your ‚friendship‘

for example by telling him about your plans to move away

„I think moving back to my home country/town is the only logical thing to do. Because nothing is keeping me here.“ „What the hell are you talking about, y/n!? You have us! Is that nothing?“ „Yeah, I’m really gonna miss you guys. But you’re away so often anyway so it won’t make much of a difference. We can keep in touch, text and call each other. I’m sure you guys will quickly forget me, though. You’re awfully busy and have so many friends …“ „That’s bullshit, y/n, and you know it.“ „You’re only saying that to make me feel better. But you don’t have to. It’s really all right.“ „No. It’s not. Because I want you to be here whenever I get back. I want you to be where I am. No, I need you to, actually.“ „What? Yoongi, what’s with you all of a sudden?“ „I like you, y/n. All right? I like you. A lot. And I don’t want you to leave because I want to be with you.“

you’d be taken aback by his emotional outburst

but not really surprised

because you were secretly hoping for this moment

and kind of saw it coming but didn’t want to get your hopes up and believe it would actually happen

because you’d have fallen for the broody rapper a long time ago

(if you were alone in the room) the two of you would kiss for the first time then and there

and it would not exactly be the gentle kind of kiss

at first, sure

but quickly get a little rough

because there’d be all this pent-up lust and frustration, you know

and from that moment on you’d be an item

because Yoongi would take that kiss pretty seriously

and meant every word he said: He would not let you go.

Dating/relationship

your relationship would definitely be intense and always keep you on the tip of your toes

he would try and keep it private and a secret at first, maybe even from the other members

so there’d be no teasing or pressure and the two of you could ease into it in peace

Yoongi would definitely want something well-defined and serious

„all-or-nothing“ kind of relationship

because he’d need to know you’re all-in, meaning the feeling of security, in order to let loose

he would definitely prefer to date someone who is not famous

someone down-to-earth

who can give him stability and is ready and willing to invest a lot of time in the relationship, even though it might feel like Yoongi himself does not do the same (due to his busy schedule and dedication to producing music)

he would want, and need, a mature partner with (emotional) depth he can rely on, form an intimate emotional bond and can have meaningful conversations (and even heated discussions) with

which does not mean you’d need to be serious all the time

he’d actually appreciate it if you’d bring humor, lightness, a positive mindset and attitude, and a bright spirit into the relationship

because he, too, is not always the serious producer

from time to time there would surely be sudden outbreaks of laughter/giggling, weird noises and unexpected changes in his mood

like, he’d go from all serious to 4-year-old with a sugar shock in under a second

you wouldn’t even have time to blink

and he’d leap to his feet and jump around, doing stupid dance moves and grimaces, making a fool of himself without caring what others think

just for the fun of it

and to bring you to crack up, of course

would also work the other way around

from giddy to serious/annoyed in no time

DUALITY

Yoongi would also love it if you could make him laugh now and then in your very own, unique ways

and if you, in return, would get his sarcasm/cynicism and laugh about his jokes

but he’d still value and want someone who can be serious if need be

a little sass would also be appreciated, I can imagine

however, too much sassiness and contra would lead to insecurity and frustration on his part

home and domesticity are very important to him, especially since his job requires him to travel so much

he would appreciate it so very much if you’d put in the extra effort to make sure he’s comfortable whenever he comes home late from practice, tour or some promotional event

would love it if you’d cook (traditional Korean food) for him and bring meals or snacks to his studio whenever he’s holed up there

also, he’d secretly love it when you’d ask him for help with housework or fixing things around the dorm/your apartment

because it would feel to him like you’re becoming a family

and that would make him feel all warm and fuzzy, even though he’d probably not admit it

he wouldn’t need (or even want) you around 24/7 though, but when he does, he’d be low-key clingy, demanding and vocal about it

„Y/nnnnn, it’s already past midnight. Stop working. Come to bed with me instead. I need you in my arms or I won’t get any sleep.“ *talking in pout* „Y/n, come on. Put that phone away. I’m right here. Keep yourself busy with me instead.“

would get pouty if you wouldn’t give him the attention he craves right away

and probably simply (gently) grab you by your hand or waist, pull you onto his lap and take your phone away

„It’s time to give me some attention, y/n. I’m sure your followers or whatever can handle a few hours without you. But I need you right now.“

BIG SOFTIE (Agust D who??)

but only in private

also, Yoongi is NO fan of PDA

during those times when he’d need to feel physically close to you there’d be a lot of holding hands with fingers intertwined, cuddling, BACK HUGS, NECK KISSES and napping with his arms wrapped around you

that’s basically how you’d always nap, though

btw: LOTS OF SHARED NAPS

SPOONING

the members would constantly take photos of the two of you while sleeping

because you’d look like two sleepy puppies

there’d be lots of ‚casual‘, discreet skinship, sometimes maybe even in public when he’s in the mood

like his hand ‚accidentally‘ brushing your bare arm, or him scooting a little closer when you’re seated next to each other to put his arm around your shoulder, or him leaning in unnecessarily close when the two of you would look at a menu, painting or whatever

his little touches would send shivers down your spine

Yoongi would, however, be moody at times and have his phases when he ‚retreats‘ and needs some space, and tell or show you that rather clearly (he would grant you the same, meaning space, too, though, whenever he’d sense you need it)

he might not be that talkative during such times

and may be unusually (even for Yoongi) reserved

but would be ever so grateful for your respect regarding his needs

would maybe like it, though, if you’d come by anyway and just quietly keep him company

you’d have to develop some kind of sixth sense to pick up on his moods or when they are about to shift and act accordingly

otherwise you’d probably be snapped at a lot and maybe get hurt unintentionally

because Yoongi himself said in an interview that he has a bad temper and needs a rather patient partner who can put up with his moods

he would always feel sorry immediately, though, and would probably hate himself for loosing his temper and hurting your feelings

but would also have trouble showing it and apologizing

so after having wounded you with words, he’d probably seclude himself for a bit to ponder on his behavior and a way to make it up to you

and probably apologize with simple, heartfelt words, through a song or some surprisingly sweet gesture in the end

OR (more often than not) you’d need to be the one who keeps coming back to him to show him you don’t hold a grudge for him to leave his shell again

Yoongi would be kind of possessive or at least get easily jealous, even though he’d not show it immediately/obviously

you’d notice anyway

he would need to know and you to assure him that you’re truly all his and will stay with him through thick and thin

since loyalty is of immense importance to him

whenever he’d get jealous, angry with you (for paying too much attention to another guy or not rebuffing their attempt at flirting with you), insecure or uncomfortable he would maybe use touch as a way of confirming and showing that you’re his

for example by placing his hand on your thigh, pulling you onto his lap or putting an arm around your waist

insecurity and slight inferiority complex when it comes to you and your relationship

meaning: he can’t believe he is actually good enough for you and would never quite understand why you’d put up with him and his moods

because to him you’re the most amazing and beautiful soul to have ever walked this earth

would probably think he doesn’t deserve you

so you’d need to reassure him from time to time quite often

in subtle ways, so he wouldn’t notice that you’re well aware of his insecurities

because, in that case, he’d probably make an even greater effort to hide them

you’d make him feel better by showing him that he’s more than enough through words and simple gestures like showing up at his studio with his favorite snack or kind of coffee day after day

even though Yoongi would be a dedicated boyfriend in his own ways, he’d still spend a lot of time at his studio, even after he’s done with practice and the other members are probably long asleep or enjoying their little free time

he’d often forget the time

and maybe even be late to a date or two

which you would address only if it became a habit, since you wouldn’t want him to feel additionally pressured, knowing that his career is stressful enough and wanting to be a safe haven to him

because YOU FREAKING LOVE HIM AND KNEW WHAT YOU WERE GETTING INTO FROM THE BEGINNING

he’d deeply value your understanding and respect for his work and dedication to music and would never ever take it for granted

he’d probably tell you that occasionally

but you’d really have no idea how much it would truly mean to him

Yoongi would definitely write tons of songs about/inspired by you and your relationship

literally, TONS

at least one song a week, maybe even one (or at least a few lines) a day

because he’d do his best to get to know you better by the day and marvel at all those beautiful sides you have to you, feeling the need to put them into words

and also see your relationship as an opportunity to learn about love (and about himself, too)

so he’d would ‚process‘ his love for you by turning it into songs

also, he’d not be especially big on directly expressing compliments, even though there’d be like a million things he’d admire about you

so he’d probably put them into some of his songs instead

Yoongi would show those songs to you, proud and insecure at the same time, eager to see what you’d think of them

and smile the brightest smile of all smiles whenever he’d watch your genuine reaction to his words and tunes

from time to time often you’d need to get creative and find ways to distract him whenever Yoongi would get in too deep and become so immersed in his music that he’d neglect not only you but also his own well-being

he would NOT appreciate it, though, if you were overly whiny or needy

because that’s a definite tun-off for him

you would have to find ways and means to get his attention

like call him and go …

„Yoongi, I got this new lingerie just today. But I’m not so sure it looks good on me. Care to come home before I fall asleep today and be my mirror?“ „I cooked something nice tonight and even bought fresh, high-quality beef, Yoongi. The food’s about ready and I’d say it looks good. Would be a shame for it to get cold, wouldn’t it?“

or come by his studio and work your magic there …

in general Yoongi may seem too distant at times, especially to outsiders, because he’s always busy (when he’s not sleeping …) or his mind is somewhere else, concocting amazing new lyrics or melodies

but when it counts he’ll be there, no doubt

and he’ll know what’s going on in your life at all times, often leaving even you puzzled

„How’d you know I would have that presentation today, Yoongi? I didn’t even tell you because I didn’t want to bother you. You seemed so busy…“ „Oh, I have my sources. And for you I’m never too busy, y/n.“

Yoongi would always be very observant and attentive when it comes to you and instantly notice if something troubles you or you’re unwell

„Y/n, baby, what’s wrong? You seem so distracted today. Is it about the exams again? Don’t worry, you’ll do great.“ „Did you fight with your mother again, y/n? I’m so sorry. But I’m sure you’ll make up in no time, just like you always do.“ „Are you having cramps again? I noticed this morning. So I got you a hot-water bottle and your favorite ice cream. Should I go and fetch them for you now?“

and he’d often care about/for you ‚behind the scenes‘ (for example when you’d be sick, he’d skip practice to go to the pharmacy himself and get the meds you’d need so they’d be sitting in the bathroom cabinet when you’d get home from work/school …, when he’d notice you shiver beside him on the couch he’d cover you with a blanket …)

often you wouldn’t even notice at first

but when you would, your heart would be overflowing with love

still, you wouldn’t make a big fuss about it since you know he’d only be embarrassed

whenever Yoongi would get overly insecure or anxious about anything (work, relationship …) you’d be the only one he’d let in and who’d be able to reason with and get through to him, put up with his anger (defense mechanism) and bring him down again

although Yoongi would usually try to hide his (negative) emotions and be very reluctant at first to ‚burden‘ you with his worries

but after you’d keep insisting he’d eventually confide in you (even cry in front of you occasionally) and feel so relieved and grateful to have found someone who truly understands him and with whom he can be himself at all times without being judged (which is something he dreads, I imagine ...)

because of that Yoongi would probably (subconsciously) become kind of dependent on your emotional support and get sometimes crazy scared of losing you

but would never admit it

you’d know it, though, and show him that you’ll be there for him no matter what

Yoongi would sometimes often skip meals whenever he has taken it into his head that he needs to lose weight again

at those times you’d need to reassure him that he’s beautiful just the way he is and that his fans don’t want a skinny, but a happy and healthy Min Yoongi

still, that little hypocrite would always remind you and make sure that you eat and sleep well and enough

because he’d only want the best for you

DATES would probably not happen all that often

he’d prefer casually spending time with you in the comfort of your home/s

since Yoongi's not too fond of going out or of crowded places, your dates would more often than not happen at the dorm or your flat (later at your shared apartment) consisting of cooking, ordering food, watching a movie while huddled up to one another on the sofa, listening to music, talking, or … you know ...

or he’d take you out for walks, probably preferably at dawn/night when the parks and streets aren’t that busy anymore, or to smaller, lesser-known restaurants that serve simple but delicious traditional Korean food

be prepared for some serious insider tips on where to get the best bulgogi or seafood for a decent price

nonetheless, he’d never forget to show his love for you in his own, subtle ways

not the typical romantic stuff like in the movies but LOTS OF SIMPLE, YET DEEP WORDS AND SMALL BUT MEANINGFUL GESTURES

still, sometimes, like on anniversaries, he’d surprise you with thoughtful gifts

like matching jewelry, that record you wouldn’t shut up about, those headphones you’ve been drooling over but couldn’t afford or simply with a home-cooked (three-course) meal

even though he’d not be the type to make grand gestures in public he’d still want people to know you belong together

so he’d probably be quite fond of the idea of wearing matching clothing items or rings

grumpy Yoongi in the mornings

but you’d always know how to handle him

or he’d rather just not have the heart to stay pissed at you for waking him up because he adores you too much

he’d be pretty out-spoken and straightforward with you at all times

so he’d expect the same thing from you, especially when it comes to problems in the relationship

COMMUNICATION IS KEY

and HONESTY and TRUST are incredibly important to Min Yoongi (I mean, they are to everybody, but even more so to him, because to him its’s a big deal to open up and let someone in, so he needs to be able to trust that person unconditionally)

so DON’T EVER LIE TO HIM OR BREAK HIS TRUST in any way

because once it’s broken, it can’t be restored (all-or-nothing, remember?)

Fighting

you’d probably fight A LOT

seriously

not really fight, maybe, but there’d be countless of heated discussions and arguments or mean comments being thrown around

especially from his side

since, as I previously said and Yoongi stated himself, he has a bad temper

he’d sometimes lose his nerves over the smallest of things whenever he’d be on edge because he’s stressed about his music or some concert or event with BTS, or simply because he, once again, didn’t get enough sleep or food („angry, hungry - yes, I’m hangry …"— honestly, I believe him to be the hangry kind …)

or the two of you and your opinions would simply clash all the time

because you’re equally stubborn

because you would need to be hardheaded in order to make it at a Min Yoongi’s side

during your fights Yoongi would probably dig up meaningless and completely unrelated things which happened months or even years ago, maybe even from back when you weren’t even romantically involved yet

and in his rage say hurtful things without realizing how deep of an impact they’d have on you

you’d know not to take them personally

but they’d still hurt

everything would be over as soon as he’d see the first tear roll down your cheek, though

because he loves you more than his own life and can’t stand the thought of making you cry or himself for doing so

„Oh, no, shit. Y/n, I’m so, so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it. Forget what I said, all right? I didn’t mean any of it. You know how I can get sometimes. I’m an idiot, okay? I know I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry, so, so sorry. Please, don’t cry.“

you’d (maybe too) easily forgive him

because you’d know that he didn’t mean what he said during the fight

but the members wouldn’t be that lenient with him

especially Jimin, Hoseok and Namjoon would see it as their duty to talk to him about his behavior towards you and tell him how hard it really is on you

so he’d think about it and feel awful

maybe keep his distance after big fights and shut you out entirely for a few hours or even days

meaning: no taking calls, no responding to text messages, no letting you into the studio ...

he’d probably stay holed up in the latter and write a few angry raps or depressed love songs

before he’d finally manage to bring himself to apologize to you

in … well, his own way

when you would be the one out of touch or ignoring him, though, he’d get insanely worried and frustrated real quick

he’d forget about his pride and do everything in his power to get you to talk to him again

there’d always be insanely good make-up sex

because he’d miss you like crazy

or a lot of your quarrels would even become heated in a sensual way

so they’d turn into rough sex on the kitchen counter or wherever you’d have been fighting and be resolved … non-verbally

you’d need to be careful not to say hurtful things to Yoongi, though, even if you don’t mean them

because, behind his rough exterior, he’s actually incredibly vulnerable

you know the saying ‚If you dish it out, you have to be able to take it.‘

well, he wouldn’t be able to take it

he’d take your words and/or insults very seriously

they’d haunt him

and only feed his insecurities

Between the sheets

although sex would happen quite often, on a regular, probably even daily basis once you’re well into the relationship

he would probably take things kind of slow at first

because I believe him to be the kind who needs emotional intimacy first before he is comfortable with also getting physically intimate/for the sex to be meaningful

so he would not pressure you if you weren’t ready yet in the beginning of your relationship

I know most people see him as the ‚daddy‘ type

but I don’t think he is ...

sure, he’d have a few kinks (don’t we all?)

but usually sex would be rather ‚simple‘ with him

also, he’d usually always be the dominant one

would not, never ever, under no circumstances, tolerate being dominated

would probably get easily frustrated with you if you’d be too sassy in bed

there’d be TWO WAYS, and rarely ever an in-between

it would either be solely physical

to blow off steam

at these times he’d be kind of (emotionally) detached during the act and treat you rather roughly

preferably taking you from behind, DOGGY STYLE

pulling your hair

grabbing you by your hip or ass

ripping that new black lacy lingerie right off you

BRUISES

he wouldn’t look you in the eyes

maybe even forbid you to look at him

would usually be like that whenever he’s frustrated/angry/stressed/jealous or the two of you had a fight (to punish you)

or simply when he’s incredibly horny and annoyed by it and his state being a distraction from his work

or, the other ‚extreme‘

would be rather ‘soft’ sex

not exactly vanilla

but more sensual, slow

the kind where you connect on an emotional level

an intertwining of souls

on these occasions he’d slowly undress you

and insist on doing it himself

still staying dominant

he’d admire every inch of your beautiful body

while covering it in kisses

rough kissing

lots of tongue

sometimes also lip-biting

neck/shoulder kisses

HICKIES

would prefer to leave them on you, though, not the other way around

maybe missionary?

would still prefer you from behind, though (just a feeling, can’t exactly tell you why ...)

intense stares

raspy whispers

deep GROWLS

DIRTY TALK

would love it if you called him by his name/called out his name loudly when you’re about to orgasm

would probably deny you your high whenever he’s not there yet

„Don’t you dare cum before me! We either cum together or you won’t climax at all.“

most likely a fan of oral

would prefer pleasuring you, though

TONGUE TECHNOLOGY

just saying

nonetheless, he’d never say no to a good blowjob, of course

sex anywhere, anytime whenever he is/you are in the mood

on the kitchen counter, on the sofa, in his studio, at some club’s bathroom, in the shower, him pressing you up a wall …

anyway, your ‚sessions‘ would always be intense

leaving you exhausted and out of breath

he’d be the KING OF AFTERCARE

because he’s a big softie after all (remember?), especially when it comes to you

if he went a little too far/was a little too rough with you he’d immediately apologize, feeling bad

inquire if you’re all right

„I’m so sorry, y/n. I don’t know what was with me. I was just so …“ „It’s okay, Yoongi. Those bruises will be gone in a few days. They don’t even hurt.“

make sure you’re warm and hydrated

cover you in his blanket while he’d get up to fetch you a towel and a fresh set of clothes

or turn on the water

for the two of you to take a hot bath/shower together and get cleaned up/calm down/enjoy some more intimacy

before you’d go to sleep arm in arm

SPOONING

he’d be the big spoon

and keep kissing your neck until you’d fall asleep

with his arms under your neck and/or wrapped around your waist

General habits/aspects in/of your relationships

whenever he’d be away on tour or something he’d miss you like crazy

even though he would not/only reluctantly admit it

but the other members would notice immediately

because he’d be grumpy and whiny all the time

he’d text you often

and call/facetime you at least once a day

to talk about anything and everything

or merely check how you’re doing and simply hear your voice

because he’d love listening to it and sometimes need its sound to fall asleep

he’d actually probably fall asleep on the phone all the time

he’d always feel so bad about it

but you’d find it adorable

he’d most likely be very secretive about your relationship in public/interviews

for your and the relationship’s sake

and only make it official after two years or so by dedicating a song to you on stage and telling ARMY how precious and special you are to him

asking them politely to show you their respect and love

Yoongi would also do everything in his power to keep the relationship intact

after bigger fights, too

even though he’d need some time to cool off and probably talk about ending things in the heat of the moment

he’d not give up on you that easily

because he’d know that a relationship characterized by such intimacy and understanding as yours is not something you just throw away

so the two of you would stay together for a long time, growing and evolving together while still consciously remaining two independent individuals

you’d definitely get at least one more puppy together

and he’d probably propose to you in a low-key sweet, yet not too kitschy, rather simple way after five years or so

not because he wouldn’t want to marry you

but because he’d feel like you already were

since to him a signature on paper and a bunch of rings would make no difference

because he’d believe you to be his soulmate

so it’s already clear to him that you’re gonna spend the rest of your lives together

marriage contract or not

I hope you liked it! 💜 And that those lovely Yoongi stans out there are satisfied! 😌💜 You may or may not disagree with me on some points. But, as I said, this is simply my personal opinion of what he’d be like in a romantic relationship. 😌

A/N: Guess who’s my bias lol ...

The same headcanons for the rest of the members will follow soon, in chronological order, sorted by age. The next one will be Jung Hoseok/J-Hope.

Thanks for reading! Take care and have a nice day! 💜

Here you can find my Masterlist if you feel like checking out more of my BTS fiction!

All GIFs used are NOT mine. Credit goes to the initial creators. Thank you for your hard work and dedication.

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#DashAndLily. Just because it isn't Christmas doesn't mean we can't enjoy Christmas shows. Binged this one last Christmas because I was very intrigued by the trailer. I mean you show me a notebook that's basically an adventure book, and people communicate through it? My writer self could not resist! Rewatching this now, I'm on the fourth episode, I don't necessarily remember everything that happened. Just bits and pieces and probably the most important scenes. And you know what? I like what I see and I understand why I liked it back then. What's nice about Dash and Lily is it's an effortless watch. It's light, easy to appreciate, funny, dorky, and just cute. Young love, coming of age -- very relatable. It's drama but not overly dramatic, just enough to make you feel all warm and fuzzy, sometimes conflicted, deep inside. Another thing that won me over, the awesome Christmas soundtrack that's a mix of timeless classics. I even used it as my background music while working last December just to get myself on the holiday train. Sure the ending may have been a bit over the top. But I could easily picture my teenage self writing something just as cheesy (or even cheesier) with fanfics. 8/10 for me and will probably start a Christmas tradition as long as Netflix doesn't remove it for the coming years. LOL https://www.instagram.com/p/CL658rVlnY9/?igshid=16auzeus5o75e

#dashandlily

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Wedding

Maeve had asked Yevelda to marry them on a warm winter afternoon. Yevelda had been carrying Maeve, so that they didn’t have to trudge through the fallen snow. Nothing of note happened to prompt the question, only the way the sunlight hit Yevelda’s face.

“Yevelda?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you marry me?”

Yevelda stopped in her tracks, her mouth agape, “What was that?”

“I want to marry you, and I am wondering if you will marry me,” Maeve cupped a hand to Yevelda’s face.

She melted into the gentle touch, “Of course I will. I love you.”

Maeve flung their arms around Yevelda’s neck and kissed her quickly, “I love you too, but can we get moving again? I’m getting cold.”

Yevelda chuckled softly before stomping through the snow once more, back to the camp the party had set up.

Maeve gave Yevelda a shocked look, “You do what?!?”

“We have a brawl and the loser has to give up their weapon. I mean that is how it’s traditionally done at least. Plus, the loser then has to take the winner’s name in the marriage.”

“That seems barbaric,” Maeve cuddled in closer under Yevelda’s chin. They were sitting by a fire, but Maeve was still feeling the sting of early spring’s chill.

“Well, I am a half-orc. The orc community isn’t exactly known for being warm and fuzzy. What about halflings? How do you perform a wedding?” Yevelda wrapped herself more firmly around Maeve’s body, trying to provide a larger barrier from the cold.

“Well, everyone dresses in bright colors, there is music, and dancing! The people getting married exchange a gift of something of value. Then there is the flower ceremony where the newly wed couple makes a flower crown for the other that must be worn through the rest of the day.”

“That sounds much nicer that any wedding I have ever been to. I think we should do it your way. I mean it won’t be recognized by the orc community if there isn’t an exchange of weaponry, but I don’t care. It’s not like they would recognize us anyways. A halfling and a half-orc is a very strange combination for most people to see, let alone close-minded orcs,” Yevelda smiled softly and stroked her thumb over Maeve’s hand. Maeve frowned slightly, at the knowledge that they wouldn’t be recognized as a legitimate couple everywhere. They both knew that people stared at them and chittered behind their backs, but it still stung.

“We will keep it small, just our friends that are here with us. I still don’t know where my family is, and I know that your father isn’t really able to be reached. It’ll be nice,” Maeve nodded decisively.

“It will be perfect because I get to marry you. So, we will go into town tomorrow to get new outfits, and be married by the end of the week. The flowers are blooming right now, so we can do the flower ceremony,” Yevelda dropped a sweet kiss to the top of Maeve’s head.

“You sap,” Maeve blushed lightly at their fiance’s corniness, “I think that sounds like a good plan. We will have to let everyone else know that it’s happening by the end of the week, so that they can get some bright colors too. Plus, we need to pick out the object we are going to give one another in the ceremony.”

“Can it be anything of value?”

“It can monetary value, sentimental value, or something that would hold value to the other person. My parents exchanged leather bracelets at their ceremony because most people like something they can wear. However, we can’t tell each other what it is before the wedding.”

Yevelda’s brain started to compile a list of all of the things that could be used for the exchange, “I won’t tell a soul.”

The day of the ceremony Yevelda was starting to get nervous. She loved Maeve and wanted to get married, but the idea of it all was still new. She never thought she would find anyone that would want to be with her, let alone tie themselves to her for the rest of their lives. She was worried that the gift she had picked out wasn’t going to be valuable enough to count, she was worried that she would fail at making the flower crown, and she was worried that Maeve would change their mind. Realistically, Yevelda knew she was being ridiculous, but that didn’t stop the thoughts from popping up.

She had taken off her armor and donned a red-violet shirt that complimented her skin tone. She paired the shirt with white pants and a pale blue cloak. Yevelda strapped her dagger to her thigh, feeling naked without at least one weapon on her. She hadn’t yet seen what Maeve was wearing, but she knew they would look beautiful. They were holding the ceremony in a blooming glade that Emry had discovered on one of his hunts through the forest. There were wildflowers grown so high that they reached Maeve’s chest. However, the party had gone through and cleared a section for the exchange of vows and the tying of hands. Yevelda was waiting on the north side of the clearing, while Maeve waited to the south. Emry was supposed to retrieve her once we were ready to get started.

“You’re going to be fine,” Yevelda jumped and spun towards Emry’s voice, “Chill. You look stressed.”

Yevelda dropped her fighting stance, “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

“About what? You and Maeve are perfect for each other, we all know that.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just worried they are going to realize that I am not good enough for them.”

“Don’t make me hit you. Yevelda, you better stop with that shit. Maeve thinks you hung the moon and stars, so they are just as enamored with you.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Jesus, they asked me to marry them. They won’t cut and run,” Emry could see Yevelda’s whole body relax as if she had been a coiled spring.

“There you go! Now, are you ready to go see them? From what Torrin was telling me, Maeve looks great.”

“Of course they do. They always look wonderful,” Yevelda smiled brightly.

“You guys are gross, but I’m really happy for you. You deserve each other.”

“Thanks Emry,” Yevelda began walking towards the clearing with Emry by her side. She could feel a sense of giddiness bubble up in her gut, and she couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She was getting married to Maeve. Right here, right now.

Yevelda could see Torrin across the field, and she reached down to squeeze Emry’s arm. Arjan, Darack, Obsidian, Kukri, and Billy are sitting to the side of the circular clearing, watching as the two parties converge in the center of the clearing. Yevelda finally saw Maeve, and she felt like her breath was punched out of her. Maeve was wearing a pale yellow sundress, and the bottom hem had sunflowers embroidered on it. They grinning from ear to ear, and Yevelda had never felt so honored to be graced with their smile.

Yevelda and Maeve stepped slowly into the circle as Torrin and Emry peeled off to sit with the others.

“Hi,” Yevelda knelt down in front of Maeve, “You look so beautiful.”

“Hi to you too. You look great,” Maeve glanced down at Yevelda’s pants, “The white might have been a bad idea though.”

“I don’t care. We live on the road anyways, it’s not like I’ve never been dirty.”

“I see you couldn’t give up all your weapons,” Maeve nodded toward the dagger attached to Yevelda’s thigh.

“Can you blame me?”

Maeve shook their head in good humor, “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

“Yes, definitely, 100%”

Maeve turned to look at their friends and announced the proceedings, “Alright, first we will do an exchange of gifts, then exchange a few vows, and then the flower ceremony. Traditionally, the eldest gives a gift first. Since you are technically older, Yevelda you go first.”

She took a deep breath and pulled a pouch from around her neck. She fiddled with the tie and couldn’t get the knot undone. Yevelda looked embarrassed as she handed the entire thing to Maeve, and watched them deftly open it. They turn the pouch over and a few small stones tumbled out. Maeve looked a bit confused.

“They were my mother’s. She collected raw gemstones to make jewelry. She left those with me when she abandoned me with my father as a baby. I don’t know why I still carry them around, but they are one of my most prized possessions. However, you are the only gem I need in my life.”

Maeve’s eyes looked to glisten a bit as they laughed, “You are so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Maeve put the pouch into a pocket and then pulled a necklace from it. She placed it in Yevelda’s outstretched hands, “I know that you said you weren’t upset about skipping on your wedding traditions, but that didn’t sit well with me. So, we aren’t going to brawl, but I am willingly giving you my weapon. Well, sort of. I broke one of my bolts and a made a necklace from the tip. I hope you like it.”

Yevelda feels a tear roll down her cheek, “It’s perfect.”

Maeve picked up the necklace and looped it over Yevelda’s neck. There was a chorus of whoops and cheers from their friends. Yevelda placed her forehead against Maeve’s and laughed softly.

“Vows! Vows!” Emry shouted.

“Yeah, yeah! We’re getting to it!” Maeve whispered reassuringly to Yevelda, “Go on, Sweetheart. You go first and I’ll go right after.”

“Right. Maeve, you are my best friend and greatest ally. You are my strength when I am weak, and my light when I am lost in darkness. We both have baggage, but we work together each day to help carry each others’. Once I fell for you, I knew I would do anything to make you happy. Of course, I was really happy when that thing was dating you. We have been through so much together, and I can’t wait for many more years of adventures together.”

“That was beautiful,” Maeve cleared their throat, “Yevelda, you are one of the most brave and courageous people I know. I still wonder sometimes how I got so lucky as to have earned your love. You are such an inspiration to me, and I hope that I can be as much as an inspiration to you. You have such strength and beauty, that I sometimes can’t help but stare. Although we come from differences, we have created a bubble of love and understanding around us. I can’t wait to share what we have built together with the rest of the world.”

Yevelda surged forward to kiss Maeve, and dipped them backwards slightly. She could hear the wolf whistles of her friends, but she couldn’t care less. When she pulled back, Maeve kissed her gently on the forehead before turning to Torrin.

“Can you bring us the flowers now?” they asked.

“Of course!” Torrin jumps up to grab a basket of wildflowers that had been picked earlier in the day, “Here you go!”

“Thank you,” Yevelda says before turning so her back is to Maeve. According to Maeve’s instructions, the couple has to create the crowns without the other seeing to symbolize the sharing of secrets both past and future. Yevelda is nervous that she wouldn’t be able to make the crown, even though she had been practising. However, once she got started it was as easy as fighting. Her fingers never fumbled, and she crafted a crown of violets and pinks. It was small and adorable, just like Maeve.

“I’m done,” Yevelda whispered over her shoulder.

“I’m almost there. You have a bigger head than I do.”

Yevelda laughed and waited patiently for them, “Ok, it’s done. You’re ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

They both turned and faced one another and Maeve nodded to Yevelda, “You’ll crown me first. Then I’ll crown you. After that the ceremony is done.”

Yevelda presented the crown to Maeve before placing it on their head. She nearly shouted in victory when it fit their head perfectly. Maeve went next, and Yevelda saw they had created a crown of white, green, and yellow. She bent down so that Maeve would have easier access to her head. As she sat up once more the feeling of finality set in. They were officially married!

“We are married,” Yevelda whispered.

Maeve nodded, “You’re my wife.”

“I love you,” Yevelda sat back and pulled Maeve into her lap.

Maeve placed a small kiss to her jawline and tucked their head underneath Yevelda’s chin, “I love you too.”

#Mavelda #DnD #I died writing this #They are so cute #why are they perfect

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