#Systems Booted And Ready: IC
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Today's Fallen Order request is "That looks broken" for @blueflowertea
The sun shines outside, flowers bloom, Greez has freshly baked bread cooling in the galley and all is calm and quiet aboard the ship. The others have ventured into a nearby market, leaving Greez with the whole ship to himself. He’s set the navicomp to run maintenance routines, the deck is sparking from his intense scrubbing, he baked the aforementioned bread (mostly to get rid of the odour of whatever the heck Cal tracked in from their last stop on an honest-to-great-grandma swamp planet), and the refresher hasn’t been that tidy since the day the ship left the production line.
All in all, Greez has had a very productive day while the others go gallivanting, with their ‘the Force is calling me’ and ‘I wish to see a new world’ and scanning, always scanning. It’s the first time in too long Greez has been able to play his own music on the sound system too. Apparently Latero lounge funk is nauseating for Humans. And Greez means that literally – both Cere and Cal get all woozy and pale if he tries playing it. It makes Merrin giggle uncontrollably in a genuinely dangerous to her health kind of way.
Greez makes himself a cup of caf and prepares to sit down, maybe catch a pod race, when he hears familiar voices approaching. He switches off his music and watches BD lead the way. That’s unusual. He rarely puts his own feet on the ground unless…
Greez looks up. Cal is on his feet, conscious and limping. Cere and Merrin follow, Merrin looking extremely pleased with herself while Cere looks like she’s ready to catch Cal at a moment’s notice.
“What happened?” Greez asks.
“Cal did not look where he was going,” Merrin says. “He tripped over a market stall.”
“And did such a great job putting it back together the stall owner wasn’t even mad at me!” Cal flops down onto the couch. Good thing Greez didn’t get around to cleaning that off today. He’s covered in soil. “And I was looking where I was going. I just got distracted. Totally different problem.”
“Yes, you see something shiny, and all other thoughts fall out of your head,” Merrin says.
“Nah, that’s BD, right, buddy?”
BD cackles and dashes off to scan the terrarium.
“Take your boot off,” Cere says.
“I twisted it, Cere, it’s nothing.”
“Take your boot off. Greez, grab me the medscanner.”
Greez never, ever, messes with Cere when she’s using this tone of voice. Cal, on the other hand, is not that wise.
“I twisted my ankle. Some ice, a few stretches, it’ll be fine.”
“And how are you going to apply the ice with the boot on? Take it off. Now.”
Merrin snorts. Cal levels a glare at her. She heads off into her and Cere’s cabin. Greez hands over the scanner to Cere. He gives Cal a nudge. “There’s no need to turn this into a fight,” he whispers.
It isn’t much of a flashpoint, but it’s one nonetheless and despite all this time together, no one has managed to iron out Cal’s ‘I’ll work through anything’ mentality. On top of that, he’s a young man who clearly wants to spread his wings. Greez gets it, he really does, but sometimes Cal needs a reminder he isn’t immortal. No, it’s simpler than that. Sometimes, he needs reminders that he doesn’t need to be in pain constantly.
With much eye-rolling and amateur dramatics, Cal reaches for his boot. He pulls, and Greez watches him literally go several shades paler. A funny gasp emerges from him, and he grabs the couch cushions, knuckles bleaching white. Greez hears Cere take a breath, ready to lecture, and reaches over to whack her on the arm. The woman really needs to know when to push and when to shut up.
It’s slow and painful (literally for Cal, based on how much he’s sweating), but the boot comes off.
Greez can’t help himself. “That looks broken.”
Cal is silent as Cere scans the obvious problem. Greez grabs an icepack, ready to put on the injury the moment they have confirmation.
“Yes,” Cere says. “Broken. It’s a hairline fracture, so a bone knitter and a few days of rest will fix it right up.” She reaches into the medkit once more and pulls out said knitter. Definitely an essential purchase, one they’d made not long after meeting Cal.
Head shaking, Cal tries to pull away. “I don’t need to rest it, I can manage.”
Certain he knows why Cal thinks he can ‘manage’, Greez slaps the icepack down just hard enough to catch Cal, who hisses and levels a glare at him. “You are resting it. Consider the rest of us at your beck and call.”
Cal pauses, turning the thought around. “Everyone?”
Greez nods. “Merrin!” Cal bellows at the top of his lungs. “You’re at my beck and call! Grab me a drink, please!”
#fic requests 2024#star wars jedi: fallen order#jfo headcanon#jfo minific#cal kestis#bd 1#greez dritus#merrin#cere junda
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redamancy - jjk (part II)
⤖ genre: fluff, future smut, angst, gardener!jeongguk x rich!reader, okay but jeongguk isn't really a gardener like that but you'll see, kinda slow burn but not really
⤖ pairing: jeongguk x female reader
⤖ rating: 18+
⤖word count: approx. 12.2 k words
⤖ warnings: explicit language
summary: jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.
author's note: hiiii here we are with part 2!! i just want to say that when i originally started this story, i did not intend for them to immediately jump into things. after outlining this story, i didn't realize it would be kind of slow burn. but honestly tho, it's really not that much of a slow burn. i hope you guys enjoy part 2. i have to be honest and say i had trouble writing it at first because i just wasn't satisfied with how it was turning out. i also didn't expect it to be this long but here we are lol. on a side note, i've noticed people saying that they'd like to be added to the taglist which i've actually never made before. but if you want to be added to the taglist, please send me an ask. have a lovely day!
Your legs felt like they were ready to give out at any moment. With the lack of food in your system and the amount of walking you’ve done, you’re just about ready to collapse to the ground. Meanwhile your mother continues ahead of you, happy to step into the next shop to search for more clothes.
It was a pain shopping with your mother. She must take her sweet time, having the store employees bring her clothes so she can scrutinize them one by one until there’s something deemed to her liking or approval.
You just came out of the Hermes store after what seems like an hour later, your mother having bought four new purses because according to her, “My other Hermes bags are in poor condition.” Though you know it was an excuse to buy four other colors so she can match them with her outfits. If there’s one thing your mother isn’t, that is an outfit repeater. You would never catch her wearing the same outfit in public more than once.
You love your mother, you really do. It makes you happy to spend time with her, especially since you were away from her for so long. However, her way of spending time with you is by going shopping whereas all you want to do is sit in and watch a movie with her. You don’t think this woman has ever actually sat down to watch a movie since you were a kid.
It’s been a few days since you’ve been home. There hasn’t been much going on other than you watching Netflix in the theater room you guys have in the house and munching on whatever the home chefs have cooked.
Your mother walked in on you eating a pint of the brown sugar brittle ice cream while binging the latest Korean drama people have been raving about on social media. With a disapproving look, she had told you she wants to go shopping because ‘it’s been a while since we’ve had a mother-daughter day, my love.’
Hence, here you are trudging behind your mother who is dressed to the nines with not a single hair out of place. Meanwhile you’re clad in a black turtleneck dress topped with an oversized dark grey blazer that reaches your mid-thigh. A large buckle is cinched around your waist, and you’ve got on a pair of black platform boots that go slightly above your ankles. In your hand you hold a black leather quilted Chanel bag.
It's a requirement from your mother to be dressed up whenever the two of you go out because, ‘Y/N, it would be embarrassing if a fashion mogul’s daughter were to wear such basic clothing.’ Not that you have any complaints, you enjoy dressing up. You have the money and privilege to buy nice clothing you might as well take advantage of it.
More than yourself, you feel bad for your mother’s assistant who is walking beside her with at least ten bags in her hands from all the designer shops you’ve visited. You insisted on helping her carry some of them, but she just wouldn’t budge. Probably too afraid to hand you a bag in front of your mother.
You need some form of food or beverage in your system before you pass out. You call for your mother before she enters the MAC makeup store, causing her to stop in her tracks and look at you expectantly with a raised eyebrow.
“Mother, you can look through this store while I get a drink from that café we just passed,” you tell her, referring your hand to the coffee shop two stores behind.
She raises her eyebrows, gaze switching between the café and you before speaking, “Sweetheart, we have reservations at Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul at seven.” She taps her manicured nail on top of her Rolex watch to point out the time being six-thirty.
You purse your lips, eyes shutting so you don’t end up rolling them at her, “It’s just a drink, mother.”
“Drink that is probably made with cheap ingredients. I’m sure the French restaurant has a—” She starts but you interrupt her before she can finish.
“Mother, I’m just really thirsty right now and would like a drink,” Voice controlled in attempt to not sound too irritated with her, you give her a tight-lipped smile.
She lets out a defeated sigh, looking at her assistant who just shrugs in response. “Fine but be quick.” And with that, her assistant opens the door of the shop, bags rustling on her elbow and your mother disappears inside.
Shoulders relaxing and a breath of relief escaping your lips, you head inside of the café. The sweet smell of pastries and coffee immediately fill your nostrils, making you smile in delight. The atmosphere is nice and cozy, korean ballads playing on the speakers.
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“Okay so what other suggestions do you have?” Jimin asks Taehyung incredulously, straw touching his pursed lips.
“How about sky diving?” Taehyung responds, slurping his strawberry crème Frappuccino loudly. It’s quiet for a moment, causing him to look up between his friends, “What?” He wonders in genuine confusion.
Jeongguk just shakes his head tiredly, drinking his own mocha frappe and enjoying the frozen taste of the chocolatey beverage swirled with a hint of bitterness. He’s more of a Frappuccino and juice kind of guy over lattes and americanos. He doesn’t understand how his friends drink that nasty stuff.
The three of them are currently sitting in a booth of a coffee shop they frequent at since it’s close to the record store their friend, Yoongi, owns. Well, also because their Jin hyung is the manager here and he’s currently working at the front. They can hear his windshield wiper laugh at something one of the old men playing chess by the window said.
Jeongguk met up with the other two after finishing his shift at the restaurant he works at. Luckily, he didn’t have to go to the Kim’s estate today for his gardening job. Taehyung was coming from his job where he works at a pottery studio whereas Jimin just finished teaching a dance class. The three of them were talking about things they can do for Jeongguk’s birthday which happens to be in a few weeks.
Jeongguk insisted it was too early to even plan anything, but Jimin insisted that they should at least have some form of idea for what they can do. Being the angel that Jimin is, he would never let any of their friends not celebrate their birthday. He was the one who started the whole celebration tradition every time someone in their friend group’s birthday came around.
“Tae,” Jimin holds is head in his hand, “You do realize Jin hyung and Hobi hyung would never do that.”
“Sure they would,” Taehyung quips enthusiastically, mouth wrapping around the straw again to slurp his drink.
“No,” Jeongguk shakes head, “They won’t. They would piss themselves before we’d even get on the plane.” He looks at Jimin, “Why do we even ask him for suggestions? You know he always has spontaneous ideas.”
With an offended look, hand on his chest, Taehyung says, “My ideas are always fun. It’s not my fault you guys are pussies.”
“We can’t even afford to go sky driving, you fool.” Jimin tells him and Taehyung pauses in place, mouth open in thought for a few seconds.
“Wait, you’re right. We’re too poor for that.” Taehyung deflates, leaning his back against the cushioned booth.
“Look, we still have time, hyung. And you know me,” Jeongguk leans back against the cushion as well, twirling his straw in his drink, “My birthday isn’t a big deal. We can just hang out at Jin hyung’s apartment or something.” He suggests.
“Yah! Why do you guys always wanna celebrate at my apartment?” The handsome man in question interrupts, walking up next to their table. There was a black apron wrapped around his waist, indicating that he was still on his shift.
“Because your apartment is the biggest out of everyone’s,” Jeongguk tells him matter-of-factly, scooting over with an irritated sigh when Jin shoves him aside so he can sit down.
“So what? You guys always make a ruckus every time you come over,” Jin whines, “Remember last time when you were at my house. I had complaints from the floors above and below and my neighbors next door.”
“It’s not our fault Jimin hyung was cheating in monopoly,” Taehyung remarks and Jimin gasps out of offense.
“For the millionth, I was not cheating!” He defends but the three of them still don’t believe it. There was no way he was able to win all those properties.
“Yeah yeah,” Jin waves off, “Whatever you say.” Jimin just pouts in return, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back against the booth.
“You guys are dickheads, full offense,” Jimin sneers at all of them. “You have no faith that I can win at a game just because I—” He’s cut off by a loud gasp coming from Taehyung, startling all of them.
“What is it?” Jeongguk asks curiously, taking in his friend’s agape jaw as he stares passed them towards something at the front.
“Did Mr. Lee flip the table again after losing in chess?” Jin groans, about to stand up so he can break up the fight between the two old men again.
Those chess games are always intense. Last time Jeongguk was at the coffee shop, he saw Mr. Lee raise his cane at the other man out of anger but before he can smack him, Jin had to step in between only to get whacked in the head. Jeongguk could’ve sworn that he was going to die of laughter that day.
“No dude…” Taehyung leans his cheek on his palm and sighs dreamily, “There’s this really pretty girl who just ordered at the cash register and she’s holding one of those leather quilted Chanel bags.” They all shake their heads at him because he’s so damn dramatic.
“No way,” Jin grunts, “Every customer I served today was old and smelled like—”
“Holy shit, she’s got the cutest face,” Taehyung pants and everyone at the table grows curious. Jimin scoots all the way down until he’s sticking his head out the booth like Taehyung to see what he’s talking about.
“Oh, he’s not kidding,” Jimin stares along with the boy.
This peaks Jeongguk and Jin’s interest, causing them to turn their heads and look as well. Jeongguk follows their line of vision, eyes widening in recognition because it’s you. You’re standing there in front of the pick-up counter, dressed in stylish clothes that are most likely very expensive. Your eyes wander around the coffee shop, a small smile playing on your lips as you wait for your order
Jin whistles, mouth open as well, “She looks expensive.” He comments.
“She is,” Jeongguk responds, causing the three of the guys to look at him questioningly, “That’s Mr. Kim’s daughter.”
“That’s her?” Jimin gawks.
“You weren’t kidding about how hot she is,” Jin adds.
Jeongguk doesn’t look away, watching how you hold the door open for an elder lady whose hands were full, offering to help her out. The lady shakes her head with a smile on her face and you lightly bow your head in return, giving her a sweet smile.
He’s been seeing you by the pool from time to time. It’s been a few days since he first met you. You guys didn’t interact much. Whenever you were around one another, you would greet each other with a smile or wave but nothing more. You’d say hi to Jeongguk whenever you were sitting by the pool and he’d wave back, trying not to stare at you for too long because he didn’t want to look like a creep. He just couldn’t himself sometimes and peek some glances at you reading a book, clothed in a new swimsuit. Some of them would show a little more cleavage than normal and he’d try not to look.
Sometimes he would see Dohyun attempt to conversate with you, stuttering out of nervousness but you were never rude about it, just responding back politely to the boy.
You genuinely seemed like a nice person much to Jeongguk’s surprise. He would’ve thought the daughter of a rich family like yours would be stuck up and snobby. But you weren’t. You seemed to be independent, doing things yourself without the help of the butlers or maids in the house.
“Dude…” Taehyung whispers, “I can’t believe you get to see her whenever you’re working. You must be jerking off somewhere in private.”
Jeongguk looks at him with furrowed brows and a scowl on his face, “Listen, there’s a time and place for jerking off and it wouldn’t be at their house.”
“Ahhh so you admit you do that when you leave from there?” Jin smirks but Jeongguk just glares in return.
“I can’t stand you guys sometimes,” He mumbles, peaking at you one more time before looking down at the table again.
He would’ve loved to talk to you more but for some reason, he’s been hesitant. He doesn’t know if it’s because you’re basically the daughter of his boss and he’d get in trouble for talking with you, let alone being near you.. Or he’s just intimidated by you for some reason even though you look like you wouldn’t even harm a fly.
“What was her name again?” Jimin asks.
“Y/N…” Jeongguk mumbles.
“Don’t worry dude, I’ll help you out,” Taehyung reassures and Jeongguk just looks at him confused before his eyes widen because— “Hey Y/N! Over here!”
Jeongguk wants to die. He wants the ground to open a hole and swallow him. He wants to disappear for good. Maybe move to Amsterdam. But before running away, he’s going to murder Kim Taehyung and toss his body into the Han River.
“Tae!” Jeongguk hisses, lips pursed and nostrils flaring out of annoyance.
“Oh shit, she’s coming over here,” Taehyung whispers, smiling excitedly and waving at the approaching person.
Stupid Taehyung and his stupid social butterfly personality.
Jeongguk covers his face with his hand, feeling his ears burning up because you’re going to see that it’s him and know that he talked about you to his friend because how else would Taehyung know your name.
“Hi…do I know you? Oh—Jeongguk?” You sounded wary at first, most likely because you didn’t know who Taehyung was and why he knew your name, but your voice changed to realization when you recognize him sitting at the table as well.
Jeongguk lifts his hands from his face to look at you, “Hey Y/N.”
“Hey…” You greet back, flashing him a small smile. “I was wondering how you,” You refer to Taehyung, “knew my name.”
“Ah yes, Jeongguk told us you live at the house he’s been working at,” Taehyung clarifies, and you look like you’re holding back a smile. Jeongguk attempts to avoid your curious glance, staring down at the table. “I’m Kim Taehyung, Jeongguk’s best friend.”
Ex-best friend now, Jeongguk thinks.
You shake the hand Taehyung is holding out, “I’m Y/N but it looks like you already know that.” You chuckle.
Death, where are you? When are you coming?
“I’m Jimin,” The boy sitting next to Taehyung introduces himself, flashing his signature eye smile where his eyes turn into crescent which automatically causes you to smile back in return.
The Park Jimin effect. You already seem charmed by it.
“Nice to meet you, Jimin,” you nod your head towards him.
“And allow me to introduce myself, I am Seokjin, but you can call me Jin,” The older man speaks, holding out his hand for you to shake as well. “I am the man who raised,” Pointing his thumb towards Jeongguk behind him, “This kid right here.”
Jeongguk scoffs, “You didn’t raise me.”
“As you can see, when they grow older, they become ungrateful pieces of shits,” Jin speaks through a smile, making you cover your mouth and laugh.
“I see,” Your eyes meet Jeongguk’s once again before they look away. .
“So, what brings you down here, Y/N?” Taehyung asks, chin resting on his hand to show you that he has your full attention.
“Oh nothing,” You shake your head and let out a tired sigh, “Just been shopping with my mother for hours. I got thirsty and decided to get a drink.”
Jeongguk can see how nervous you are with the way your hand is tightly clenching the chain of your purse. The tip of your ears are a little red and you don’t hold eye contact with any of them for too long.
You must not talk to people often.
“Nice, nice,” Taehyung nods and then glances down at something in your hand, making you curious and check what he’s looking at.
Jeongguk wants to smack his palm against his face. There’s no way he’s about to ask if—
“Is that real Chanel?”
Of course, he would ask.
There’s no way Taehyung wouldn’t ask when he’s a fan of fashion and constantly splurges on designer wear when he can.
“Oh, um I think it is,” You hold up the black purse, “I’ve had it for some time I guess it looks a little worn out.”
“No way, I just…it’s so shiny,” Taehyung marvels, making you chuckle. “Do you mind if I look at it?”
Yep, it’s done. They’re done. Jeongguk can’t do this anymore.
Jimin smacks Taehyung’s shoulder, causing the other boy to flinch while Jeongguk groans, face in his hands again. Jin just laughs out loud, smacking the table.
“Yah! You don’t just ask someone that,” Jin muses and Taehyung just pouts, looking like a kicked puppy.
“It’s okay,” You laugh, “I don’t mind.” You hand the purse over as if you’ve known Taehyung all his life and there’s no big deal with just simply handing him a two-thousand-dollar purse.
You just met the guy, Jeongguk thinks.
“Iced vanilla latte for Y/N!” One of the café workers call, forcing you to look away.
“Oh, I’ll be right back,” You inform, pulling away from the table to get your drink.
As soon as you leave to get the drink, Jeongguk crumbles his receipt and tosses it at Taehyung’s face, hitting his forehead. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Taehyung ignores Jeongguk, “This is such a nice purse, guys feel it.” He holds out the purse in the center of the table and Jimin and Jin poke it curiously.
“Feels luxurious,” Jin comments and Jimin nods in agreement.
“You guys are killing me,” Jeongguk groans, watching you walk back to the table after saying thank you to the worker.
“Y/N, this is such a nice purse,” Taehyung tells you, handing you your purse bag so you can shrug the chain onto your shoulder again.
“Oh, thank you,” You wrap your lips around the iced latte to take a sip. “This is a good latte.”
“It probably would’ve been even better if I made it,” Jin jokes, though Jeongguk knows he’s being serious. You giggle, straw between your lips.
You have such a cute laugh, he thinks. Jeongguk wouldn’t mind hearing it more. In fact, he’s a little jealous that his friends are making you laugh when he’s barely talked to you. Before anyone can say anything else, the sound of a cell phone ringing causes you guys to halt.
“Oop, sorry about that,” You mutter, setting your drink down onto the table so you can open your purse and dig through it for your phone. He notices how you roll your eyes, clicking the volume button to turn off the ringing. “It’s my mother. She’s probably wondering where I am right now.”
Jeongguk deflates, a little bummed that you must leave. But at the same time, he feels relief because he doesn’t think he can handle any more embarrassing comments from his friends.
“Awh that’s okay. It was nice meeting you!” Taehyung beams.
Your lips pull into a bright smile, “You as well. It was lovely to meet all of you.”
Your eyes meet with Jeongguk’s a little longer than the rest of everyone else when you say goodbye to them, causing his lips to pull into a small smirk. There’s a certain gleam in your eye and he notices that you’re trying not to smile too widely.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jeongguk,” You mutter shyly, and he nods, watching you wave at the other boys one last time before leaving the coffee shop.
“He’s staring,” Jimin laughs, seeing how Jeongguk’s eyes watch you disappear down the sidewalk.
He feels something wet in his ear, causing him to flinch. He looks at Jin in disgust when he realizes the man put his finger in his mouth before poking it into his ear. The older man is just laughing that hideous laugh of his.
“Dude what the fuck,” Jeongguk whacks his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re older than us? or are you 10?”
“Yah! We were calling your name, but you were too busy watching her leave,” Jin snickers.
“I was just…” Think of an excuse, Jeongguk. “I was trying to make sure she left safely.” His eyes might’ve stared a little too long at your bare legs, but he won’t admit that.
“No but for real dude, you weren’t kidding. She’s cute,” Taehyung says and the other two boys nod.
“You calling her over here, did not fucking help,” Jeongguk glowers and Taehyung just waves it off.
“Please,” Taehyung finishes the rest of his drink, “You’re gonna thank me later because at least she knows you talk about her.”
Jeongguk just stares at him, lips parted, and eyebrows furrowed. “She’s gonna think I’m weird.”
“You’ve always been weird. Somehow chicks still dig that,” Jin adds, standing up from the table to go back to the kitchen.
“She was definitely looking at you a lot, Guk-ah.” Jimin remarks and Jeongguk just shrugs in response.
“Taehyung, you’re dead to me,” Jeongguk scoots out of the booth, ready to go home.
“Thank you so much, Taehyung.” Taehyung changes the tone of his voice to try and imitate Jeongguk’s. “Thank you for giving Y/N the push to talk to me.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Jeongguk grumbles, tossing his cup in the trash. “I’ll see you losers later.”
+
The following day at the Kim estate, Jeongguk is wiping the sweat off his forehead after he finishes throwing some mulch on top of the soil. He heaves out a deep breath, squinting to avoid the sunlight that’s directly beaming down on him. He pulls off the thick gloves he’s wearing and tosses them onto the ground. His palms are sweaty, causing him to grimace and wipe it against his shirt.
Pulling his phone out from the pocket of his jumpsuit to look at the time, it was three thirty-four in the afternoon which means it was almost time for him to pack up and go. He begins putting the tools into a bucket, ready to take it back to the shed.
Luckily, Dohyun isn’t here today to bother him like he usually does by the end of the work day. He called in about something important he had to do. Jeongukk doesn’t know and he certainly doesn’t care.
Earlier when he was in the backyard with one of the other workers, he noticed that you weren’t there yet. Quite frankly, he doesn’t know if he wants to see you after what happened yesterday. He’s still a little worried that you might think he’s a creep now but judging from the smile you gave him before leaving, you might be okay.
When he’s walking towards the back with the bucket full of tools in one hand, he looks up and sees you lying on the sun lounger once again in your usual position with a book in your hand and wine glass in the other. He bites down on his lower lip, trying not to smile or look excited. However, the corners of his mouth can’t help but pull up at the sight of cute you look, invested into the book you’re reading. You eyebrows are furrowed and there’s a pout on your glossy lips.
He disappears into the shed, setting the bucket onto the shelf. Resting his hand on top of one of the wooden tables, he taps his finger against it in contemplation. Maybe he should walk up to you and apologize about his embarrassing friends yesterday. He’s not really the type to get embarrassed though. Jeongukk doesn’t know why but your opinion of him matters for some reason.
He also unfriended Taehyung on their PlayStation connect, refusing to play Call of Duty with him just to be petty. The other boy had called him through Jimin’s phone to whine and eventually, Jeongguk gave in.
He turns around, walking right out of the shed only to harshly bump into your body. You almost lose balance and fall back but he quickly catches you by wrapping one of his arms around your back like the males do in those Korean dramas Jimin watches. You squeal, hands pressing to his chest.
“Hi,” Your cheeks are flushed pink. Jeongguk just thinks it's cute that you’re flustered.
He’s trying so hard not to dip his gaze below your neck, knowing you were in another swimsuit where your cleavage is spilling out yet again. It looks even more visible from his angle above you due to his tall stature. Jeongguk gulps, a large hand pressed over almost the entirety of your bare back and he can feel you slightly shiver.
He is a weak man.
Your eyes are full of surprise, lips in a pout yet they look so damn kissable. He has the strong urge to lean down and press his lips against yours, curious about how they would taste. How it feels to put his tongue in your mouth and ravish you. Your neck looks kissable too, smooth, and bare and perfect for him to bite into.
Calm the fuck down, Jeongguk.
“Hey,” Jeongguk muses, lips quirking into a smirk. “Looking for me?”
“Uh…” You let out a breathy laugh, looking away, “Actually I was.”
This takes him by surprise, brow raising in question. You purse your lips, eyes trailing from his face to his chest which your hands are still pressed against. It appears you’re trying to control yourself as well. Avoiding looking at his chest, Jeongguk tries to hold back a laugh. Clearing your throat, you pat his right pec, signaling him that you were okay, and he quickly lets go.
“Sorry,” He mumbles, and you just shake your head.
“No no, you’re fine. It was my fault for bumping into you like that,” You reassure, fingers twiddling together.
“How are you doing?” You ask him and he just shrugs, leaning his shoulder against the doorway of the shed.
Keep it cool, Jeongguk. Pretend like yesterday didn’t happen. Don’t even bring it up.
“I’m alright. About to head out actually,” He informs you.
“Aw really?” you ask and Jeongguk could tell you’re a little disappointed from the way your shoulders drop.
“Yeah, it’s been a long day,” he tells you, making you nod understandably. “Is there something you needed?”
Your eyes widen in surprise for a second before they turn back normal, “Um I just needed help with something but it’s okay, you can leave. I don’t wanna hold you up. I’ll just ask someone else.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, “Nah don’t worry about it. What’s up?” He prods.
You look hesitant to speak, probably worried you’re being a bother even though you’re not. At least you’re speaking to him. He thought you would want nothing to do with him.
“The umbrella by the sunbed isn’t opening. I think the lever to pull it up is stuck,” You explain, hand referring to the closed umbrella by the chair.
Jeongguk looks at it before glancing back at you, “I can help you.”
Your eyes light up in happiness but you still ask, “Are you sure?”
He responds with a nod, giving you a reassuring look, “Yeah, it won’t take long I think.” He walks with you following in toe behind him. He feels your eyes on his back and he smirks a little.
He knows he has a nice ass. He’s been told by many. He takes great pride in it. However, it boosts his ego even more when he knows that you’re looking.
Wrapping his hand around the lever, he grunts when it takes a bit of a push to pull it up, but it eventually does, making you clap.
“Yay, thank you!” You grin, “The sun has been bugging me.”
“Yeah, no problem,” He rests his hands on his hips, glancing down at the book on the table. The edge of his lips quirk up.
“What?” You follow his line of vision and notice him staring at the book, “Have you read that book before?”
“Yeah, and the ending sucked,” Jeongguk tells you, picking up the book.
You groan, “No way, really?” And he nods in response. “I didn’t know you like romance books.” You say, curiosity in your tone.
Jeongguk shrugs, “I don’t,” That’s a lie, he loves them. “But my little sister loves them,” No she doesn’t, she’s a fan of the horror genre but you didn’t need to know that.
“Ah I see,” You look down at the floor, “I didn’t know you have a sister.”
“Yeah, she’s thirteen.” Jeongguk doesn’t know why he tells you that when you didn’t even ask.
You nod at the information, the air becoming silent for a moment. Neither of you speak, unsure of what to say. You seem to find the pool interesting, eyes set on the water, but your cheeks are flushed and you’re biting into your lower lip. Jeongguk takes that minute to allow his eyes to travel over your beautiful figure clad in a black one-piece that hugs your curves. It has a sweetheart neckline which again, shows a bit of your cleavage. There are slits running down on each side, revealing your skin even more.
He just wanted to pick you up and take you somewhere where he can devour you. Maybe even on the sunbed but that wouldn’t look good if someone walked in.
Jeongguk really needs to control his damn thoughts. You might not even be interested.
Mentally slapping himself out of his horny thoughts, he clears his throat, “So I notice you read a lot of books.”
Your eyes move back to his face and there’s a glint in your eyes, brow raised in question. “You must be looking over here a lot to notice then.”
Fuck, Jeongguk really dug his grave for that one. Why would he say that?
You have a knowing smile on your lips, but Jeongguk refuses to be nervous about it. Instead, he holds up his hands in defense and says, “It was just an observation,” You giggle and that makes his stomach flutter because holy shit, it was such an adorable sound, “I can’t help but look at what’s in my peripheral vision every time I come here.” He points to the shed.
You hum, amusement apparent on your face and you don’t push it any further. Instead, you respond, “Yeah, I read a lot,” A sigh escapes your lips, “I have nothing better to do if I’m being honest.”
Before he can even think he asks, “Don’t you have friends?” He wants to smack himself at how rude he must sound but you don’t seem to look offended.
Rather, you have a small smile on your lips, but it looks a little sad, and you shrug mindlessly, “Not really friends friends. Most people become friends with me because they know who my parents are or they’re too stuck up for my liking. My mother tries to get me to go out with some of the girls from people that she knows but…” You shake your head, a frown on your face as if thinking back to a memory, “…they’re really not my cup of tea.”
Jeongguk catches the small glimpse of sadness on your face and for some reason, it causes a small ache in his chest. He doesn’t know you at all, but he can tell you are genuinely being truthful about it. You seemed afraid to befriend someone without the intention of them using you. You’re not the type of person to let someone use you, he can see that. But you also seem to be a little worried about how people view you based on how he saw you interacting with his friends yesterday.
“So, you just sit by the pool and read all day?” He asks and you nod.
“Pretty much,” You confirm before adding, “Or watch Netflix in the theater room.”
Jesus, they have a theater room in this house? It shouldn’t surprise him, considering how large the mansion is but it still takes him by surprise. He can only imagine how amazing his video game would look on the large screen.
“Sounds…boring,” He states bluntly and you just laugh, nodding your head.
“It can be boring,” You agree.
Jeongguk ponders for a moment, looking away from you. Your life sounds pretty lame if he’s being honest. You’re a nice girl, he thinks. You don’t have much going on and you just got back from college. He can’t imagine how your days are going to look. If you’re just going to sit by the pool and read the rest all of the time…then maybe he can help.
He doesn’t know if he’s going to regret this. Or if he’s going to get in trouble for being involved with you, let alone talking with you. Jeongguk likes to think of himself as a pretty fun guy. Maybe he can show you just how to have fun.
He can’t believe he’s about to offer you this. Here goes nothing.
The tall boy clears his throat, opening his mouth to say, “You know,” You look at him, listening, “I was actually just about to head to this bar after work.” He really wasn’t but he can use a drink. “Do you wanna come?”
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the question, “Me?”
Jeongguk snorts, “You’re the only one here aren’t you?”
You roll your eyes, cheeks tinting a little but you compose yourself, “Right. That would be–”
Before you can finish answering, a shrill voice calls for your name, causing you both to turn your heads to the door. Standing at the door dressed in a pristine white suit is a woman, sunglasses perched on her nose and hair tied in a tight bun. Her lips are set in a straight line and she’s staring at Jeongguk and you.
She looks kind of scary if you ask Jeongguk.
Is this who Jeongguk thinks it is?
“Y/N, what are you doing?” The woman asks accusingly.
“Mother,” Mother? “I just had to ask Jeongguk for help,” You tell her, “The umbrella wouldn’t open.” Your hand refers to the umbrella by the sunbed.
The woman hums but she still looks unimpressed. Jeongguk can already tell she wasn’t a fan of him. He can’t imagine how the scene looks to her; you standing a tad bit close to him, a house worker who she must think is slacking on the job. Not only that but the tattoos all over his arm must make her think he’s some sort of punk.
Not that it’s new to Jeongguk. He’s used to the last bit.
“Hm, well come inside,” Her voice is a little stern and he catches you rolling your eyes at ground, “And you,” She looks over Jeongguk, “Get back to work.”
You would think that Jeongguk is intimidated by Mrs. Kim but he’s really not. Instead, he gives her a smug smile, “I’m actually off work now, ma’am.”
“Oh,” Seoyeon has a fake smile on her face, “Well then you can lead yourself out of the gate over there.”
“Of course,” Jeongguk bows, pretending to be oblivious to her small frown. He looks over at you to see you staring at your mom with a look that says ‘you’re being rude.’
“I’ll be there in a second,” You inform her.
“No, now,” Your mother demands and he holds back a laugh when he sees you look up at the sky, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath to control yourself.
He wonders if you two get along.
You look over at Jeongguk, taking a few steps closer and whisper, “I’ll meet you outside of the front gate. Give me twenty minutes please.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise but his lips quirk up into a smirk. You bow to him and say, “Thank you for helping me with the umbrella, Jeongguk-ssi.” Your voice is a little loud so your mother can hear.
Jeongguk bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from laughing before he gives you a small bow as well, “Of course, Ms. Kim,” He emphasizes your name and you narrow your eyes at him before quickly walking away.
He tries not to turn his head to watch you walk away, knowing that Mrs. Kim is staring. Instead he walks towards the gate to leave so he doesn’t have to feel her eyes on him anymore. Jeongguk isn’t bothered if the woman doesn’t like him, it’s not like he’s going to work here for very long.
Stepping out of the gate, he walks down to his beat up truck that’s parked down the street. There’s excitement swirling in his stomach at the thought of going out with you. He doesn’t know what to expect out of this but he’s about to find out. Maybe he’ll see that this nice personality of yours is just a facade and he’ll see your true colors.
Who knows?
If so, he would feel disappointed for some reason.
+
“Y/N, what was that?” Your mother asks you as soon as you walk in.
You feign innocence, “What was what?”
“Why were you speaking to him?” She presses, sliding her sunglasses into her hair.
You let out an exasperated sigh, “I told you why. He was literally just helping me.” You don’t understand why she’s being like this. She never cares about who you talk to. Somehow your interaction with Jeongguk is bothersome for her.
She stares at you for a moment, studying your face as if to figure out if you’re telling the truth. Few seconds later, she lets out a sigh, shaking her head. “That boy looks like bad news. I was just concerned that he was making you uncomfortable.”
“He wasn’t,” You quickly defend. Not once has Jeongguk done anything to make you feel uncomfortable. This is your first time interacting one on one. Sure you feel his eyes on you from time to time when you’re by the pool but you like that. You’ve purposely been sitting there, hoping to catch his attention. You would pick the cutest swimsuits just for that reason.
You would pout, feeling defeated every time he would leave without saying anything to you. Maybe he’s just not interested in you like that but your interaction with his friends says otherwise. You were determined to find out.
For him to invite you out to the bar had you feeling giddy and full of excitement. He doesn’t seem like he has any ill intentions. He honestly might just feel sorry for you because of how lame your life is. You’re not sure. But you want to explore more. You want to get to know him more because he’s lit this spark of curiosity in you that just wouldn’t go away.
“Okay,” Your mother gives you a tight lipped smile but she doesn’t look convinced. She changes the subject, “I was going to head out to the Kangs house for lunch. Their daughter just came back from Europe and I thought you would want to go.”
The Kang’s daughter? As in Kang Sohee? You would never willingly hang out with her. Not after this one time you went to their house when you were just a teenager and found her snorting cocaine off her bathroom counter. Immediately panicking, she begged you not to tell her parents. That was your first and last time ever going to Kang’s house.
So no, you don’t want to go.
“Actually, I’m going out with some friends,” You lie. You wouldn’t consider Jeongguk a friend, not even an acquaintance. You barely know him but who knows, maybe that could change after today.
Your mother casts you a look of surprise. Do you really look that much of a loner to everyone?
“Oh,” she responds, “Do I know them?” She wonders.
You shake your head no, you would never tell her who it is. Considering the way she acted earlier when she caught you speaking with Jeongguk, you know she would be unhappy if she found out you’re going to a bar with him.
“No, you don’t. I met them in America. They’re visiting here,” You explain and she nods, seeming to believe your words.
“Okay then,” Your mother looks a little speechless, “Have fun I guess.”
Shoulders relaxing, a shiver of excitement runs through your body when you turn around and go upstairs to your room to change. Before you can go up the second step, your mother calls for you, causing you to pause in your tracks and look at her questioningly.
“Y/N sweetheart, just be careful around that boy,” Your stomach drops when you realize she’s referring to Jeongguk and you think it’s because she might’ve figured you out. “He doesn’t look like a good influence. Let him do his job and leave.” You relax, realizing she just meant from what happened earlier.
You don’t say anything other than, “Okay.” Before going upstairs. You’re a grown adult. You can make decisions for yourself. You’d be damned if you let her words stop you from getting ready to go.
You rush into your walk-in closet to find some clothes. After a few minutes of searching through the racks, you go with a tight black off the shoulder top and pair it with high waisted loose jeans. To top it off, you wear a pair of chunky black heeled ankle boots on your feet. You don’t have time for doing a full face of makeup so you just put on some mascara and eyeliner. Smacking your strawberry flavored lip gloss against your lips, you run your hand through your hair that cascades down your back before grabbing the same Chanel purse you had on yesterday.
Rushing down the steps, you head out the front door, looking around to make sure you’re not leaving at the same time as your mother. You bow to the doorman at the gate, greeting him before he opens it and lets you out. Eyes wandering around your surroundings, your head snaps towards the sound of a car honking and you look to see a tattooed hand waving out of the window.
Your shoulders relax and you look behind you one last time before walking towards a black pick up truck. You open the door, greeting Jeongguk with a small smile and close it shut.
“Hi,” You greet shyly, tugging on the seatbelt.
Jeongguk looks amused, pierced lip curled up into a smirk, “Hey.” He then adds, “Sorry I didn’t get out to open the door for you. Chivalry is really dead, you know.”
You laugh at his honesty before saying, “It’s fine, I’m sick of people opening the door for me anyways.” You turn to look at him and swallow at how good he looks.
He must’ve changed in his car while waiting for you because now he’s wearing a black baggy shirt with a pair of ripped jeans. There’s a silver chain around his neck and his hair looks wavy as it curtains on each side of his face. One tattooed hand is resting on top of the steering wheel while the other is holding the gear stick.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” He comments and you roll your eyes, cheeks heating up.
Way to be fucking obvious.
“Whatever,” You respond, sitting back in the seat. You look around, eyes observing the car
“Yeah, it’s a pretty shitty car I know,” Jeongguk says as he pulls the car into drive.
You quickly look at him and shake your head, “No, it’s cute.” You shrug and he snorts, “I love the little key chain.” You reach up to play with the little anime keychain hanging from the rearview mirror.
“Cute huh?” Jeongguk muses and you just nod.
“Smells nice in here,” You remark.
“Oh yeah, I’m sensitive to smell. I’ve got like four car fresheners,” He tells you and you raise your eyebrows at him.
“Four car fresheners?” You ask, judgment clear in your tone and Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak again.
“You try sitting in your own sweat after a long day of work. It stinks.” He defends before adding the next in a much quieter tone, “And I like the smell of flowers.” He mumbles, making you giggle.
“I don’t judge,” You respond and it's quiet for a few moments.
“Your mom certainly does,” He utters, clicking his tongue before looking at you, “Too soon?”
You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. She can be quite judgemental about people who aren’t…” You hesitate to finish the sentence but Jeongguk does it for you.
“Rich,” He states and you nod guilty. “It’s fine. I get it. I wasn’t really surprised if I’m being honest.”
“Really?” You stare at his side profile, taking in the slope of his nose and his sharp jawline. The silver barbell that runs through his dark eyebrows. God, he’s so fine.
Jeongguk just shrugs, glancing at you before he makes a turn, “I mean yeah. I guess it’s kind of something I expected of rich people.”
Your lips pull down into a small frown at his words, sullen from the thought that he may see you as judgmental. You don’t consider yourself judgmental. Or least, you try not to judge. And you definitely hate the whole rich people only talking to other rich people thing. That’s probably one of the many reasons why you aren’t friends with other people that your family knows. They always think they’re above everyone else.
You gather the courage to ask, “Is that what you think I am?” You wonder before adding, “And be honest.”
The car stops at a red light and he turns over to look at you, an unreadable glint in his eyes and his lips tug into a small grin, “You might not be so bad.” You relax at his words, the tension leaving your body. For some reason you just didn’t want him to view you as those arrogant rich people. He then adds, “Or you can just be fooling me right now and you could be crazier than you look?”
Your jaw drops in offense and you smack his shoulder, “What do you mean crazier than I look?”
Jeongguk cackles, throwing his head back and you gulp at the sight of the veins in his neck. “I’m kidding.” He says.
You scoff, crossing your arms to pretend to look annoyed. “I’m sure you were.”
“I aaaaam,” He drags, tugging at your elbow and you try not to smile.
In contrast from earlier when the silence was awkward by the pool, it seems to be more comfortable now that you’re talking and joking around. You can’t stop thinking about the smile Jeongguk had when he laughed. His bunny teeth displayed and his eyes crinkling. It had to be your favorite look on him and it makes you happy that you were the cause of it.
“So where is this bar?” You question, staring out the window as you drive through the city.
“It’s a bar in Itaewon,” He answers, making another turn at a light. “My friends and I go there all the time.” He tells you before adding, “You know, when we’re not broke and finally get our paychecks.”
You chuckle at the last bit because of how casually he says it and then you ask, “The friends I saw yesterday?”
“Mhm,” He confirms.
When your mind wanders to the events that took place yesterday, you remember how all of his friends were good looking. You recall the conversations you had but the main thing that brings a small smile to your face is when you realize how they knew your name.
“So,” You start and hear Jeongguk mumble under his breath ‘Oh god’ because you think he knows where this is going, “You talk about me to your friends huh?”
Jeongguk groans, looking as if he was dreading this conversation, “Look, I saw you walk into the coffee shop, recognized it was you and told them who you are.” He says and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. He notices and clicks his tongue, “I’m serious, that’s what happened.”
“Right,” You say slowly, “Whatever you say.” Voice in a sing-a-song tone. You knew there had to be more to it but he wasn’t going to tell you it seems.
“Please, I’m sure you gushed about me being hot to your friends,” He says
“I told you I don’t have any friends– wait! Ah hah!” You raise your finger at him accusingly. “So you told them I was hot.” You feel a sense of pride at that, internally gushing over the fact that he finds you attractive.
“What–No I,” He tries to come up with something but at this point, there’s really no saving. He lets out a defeated sigh, “Yeah yeah, I might’ve mentioned that. So what?” He tries to be nonchalant about it.
Your lips pressed together to suppress a smile and you turn your head the other way so you’re looking out the window again, “Nothing.” Gathering up the courage you then mutter quietly, “I found you attractive too.” Your cheeks feel warm and you refuse to look at him.
Beside you, Jeongguk has a small smile on his face as he looks at the road ahead after hearing you utter the last part shyly.
+
The sound of glasses clinking and chatter fill your ears as you walk into the bar with Jeongguk. The interior design was dark and sleek, booths against one side of the wall and a row of tables pressed up against the other. The lights are a little dim but it fits with the vibes. The smell of bar food fills your nostrils, causing your mouth to salivate. There’s not many people right now but you can imagine how busy it’ll get later. There’s a bunch of men playing pool, laughing while sipping on their drinks.
You’re oblivious to the lingering eyes of other males on you until Jeongguk points it out, making your eyes widen in surprise. Curiously, you look around only to meet the eyes of a man who’s starring you up and down before he gives you a wink. Your face scrunches up in distaste and you roll your eyes before looking away. You feel the warmth radiating off Jeongguk's body which is pressed close to your side, his hand hovering over your lower back but not fully touching it. Almost as if he’s hesitant to touch you.
“You really don’t realize the effect you have huh?” He chuckles, pulling out the stool for you to sit on.
“I thought you said chivalry is dead,” You joke, sitting down on the stool before patting the one next to you.
“Listen, I’m not that much of an asshole,” He remarks, sitting beside you and you just giggle in response.
“Hey Jeongguk, what’s up man?” A tall man behind the bar greets, bumping his fist with the boy sitting next to you. He’s got tattoos as well though, not as much as Jeongguk but a few scattered on his arm and peaking out of his chest beneath his t-shirt. He’s got a handsome face as well.
Jesus, are all of his friends good looking?
“Yugyeom, hey,” Jeongguk greets.
“You guys on a date?” Yugyeom asks, wiggling his eyebrows before looking at you. “Hi, I’m Yugyeom, nice to meet you.”
You give a smile before introducing yourself as well, “Y/N.” Yugyeom bumps his fist with Jeongguk again, with a look you don’t seem to understand and you don’t think Jeongguk will explain to you either based on the sheepish expression on his face.
“So what can I get you guys to drink?” The bartender asks, hands pressed against the counter.
Jeongguk looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond. You shrug, “What kind of wine do you have?”
“Wine?” Jeongguk snorts, making you pout out of embarrassment.
“Leave me alone,” You whine, “I’m not much of a drinker.”
Jeongguk chuckles, shaking his head before turning to look at Yugyeom, “She’ll have a cranberry vodka and I’ll have the usual.”
Yugyeom nods, “You got it.” He turns around to begin making the drinks.
“I can’t believe you wanted wine,” Judgement in his tone but you can tell he was joking.
“That’s the only alcohol I really drink,” You defend, eating some of the complimentary nuts in front of you.
Jeongguk puffs out a laugh, “The wine you drink probably costs more than what my car is worth.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone.
Rolling your eyes at his words, you just munch on the cashews. You notice how Jeongguk doesn’t grab those specifically, probably noticing that you like those the most from the way you kept eating them. You can’t help but smile at that, chest fluttering.
“Alright,” Yugyeom comes back, “Rum coke for you,” He hands the glass to Jeongguk, “And cranberry vodka for the pretty lady.” He gives you a charming grin when he hands it to you.
“Thank you,” You tell him and he just bows at you before walking away to another customer on the other side. You bring the glass up to your lips, feeling Jeongguk’s eyes on you when you take a sip. You smack your lips together, trying to decipher the taste. He’s looking at you curiously, small smile on his lips.
“What?” You ask him, wondering why he’s staring.
“How is it?” He asks.
You shrug, taking another sip and then say, “It just tastes like cranberry juice.”
“Here,” He slides his glass over to you, “Wanna try some of mine?” You nod in response, picking up the glass to take a small sip.
The taste is refreshing of the ice cold coke but you can feel that hint of bitterness from the rum hitting the back of your throat.
“Mm,” You hum. “It’s good. Refreshing, I like it.” You tell him truthfully. “Try some of mine,” You push your drink towards him.
“I’ve had this before,” He says but picks up the glass to take a sip anyways. You watch him when he does, eyes falling to his throat where his Adam's apple moves when he swallows the beverage. “I mean it’s good I guess.” He tells you before commenting, “It tastes like juice.” He reiterates with a shrug and you laugh in response.
“I told you!” You exclaim, taking another sip of his coke before handing it back to him but before you can, he shakes his head.
“Yeah honestly my hyung knows more about alcohol than me.” He tells you with a grimace before adding, “You can have that one,” you look at him questioningly but he just waves it off. “You like it, drink it.”
The butterflies in your stomach are intense, your heart swooning at his action. He’s just making you feel more and more interested in him. You did not expect him to be so thoughtful. Maybe it isn’t a big deal to him but for you, it’s such a kind gesture.
“Thank you,” You say, drinking again and he just nods in response.
“So how did you end up working as a gardener?” You wonder.
Jeongguk seems to choke on his drink a little, causing you to jump in surprise and look at him in concern. He clears his throat, setting the glass down onto the coaster.
“I uh…you don’t know?” He asks and you glance at him in question, shaking your head before bringing the glass up to your lips again. “Well… I hit your dad’s car.” He tells you and this time, you’re almost choking on your drink. Jeongguk holds out a napkin so you can wipe your chin.
“You what?” Your eyes are wide, mouth open and you look at him as if he’s joking.
He’s not.
He clicks his tongue, “Yeah… but listen, it wasn’t that bad. I just kind of tapped the back of his car but….yeah I couldn’t get away with it.” He shakes his head as if disappointed at that and it makes you laugh.
“Well at least you guys were okay,” You say pointedly and he nods in agreement.
“Your dad’s a real cheap ass you know that,” He says bluntly and you snort at that. “No but really, he is. Because he could’ve just let me go, you know. But no, he had to get my contact information. He knew I was broke by the looks of it so instead of paying him back directly, he told me I can work off my debt.” He explains, not caring one bit that it’s your father he’s talking about. You’re not offended in the slightest, looking at him in amusement which prods him to say, “What?”
You shake your head, pressing your lips so you don’t laugh, “Nothing. You’re just very honest.” You tell him.
His eyebrows raise in surprise, hand playing with the straw of his drink and he asks, “Is that…bad?”
“No,” You smile. “Not at all. It’s refreshing honestly.” It’s true. Half the time people talk to you, you can tell it was a facade sometimes which would be quite frustrating for you. They’d be afraid to say anything that would offend you, not wanting to be on your bad side.
But Jeongguk, he didn’t care. He was honest. You liked that a lot.
“That’s good,” He tugs at the piercing in his lip thoughtfully, “My hyung tells me I can be a real dickhead sometimes.”
“I wouldn’t disagree with that,” You mutter jokingly, causing him to look at you with narrowed eyes, tongue poking into his cheek.
“Gee, thanks.” His voice is monotone when he says it and you snicker.
“Now I have a question for you,” He says and you look at him, wondering what it could be.
“Sure, what is it?” You ask.
He purses his lips together in wonderment before asking, “How did Dohyun know you the first day we met? He talked to you as if you guys have been friends for a while.” His tone says that he was genuinely curious.
You suck in the air through clenched teeth and shake your head, “I wouldn’t say we’re really friends…maybe acquaintances? I’m not sure. I might sound like a bitch for saying that.” Jeongguk shakes his head as if saying no, encouraging you to continue, “His grandpa used to be the gardener for our house. He’d always come with him when he was a little boy,” You explain to him, thinking back to the times when you were just twelve years old.
Sometimes he’d come up to you when you were playing on the swing set and he’d hand you a single flower which you would take from him out of politeness. He looked so excited whenever you took it out of his hands and said thank you, almost as if it was the greatest achievement he ever made.
Other than flowers, he’d bring you single pieces of candy and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you hated orange flavored candies. You would secretly give it to your younger brother everytime.
“And he’s been working there ever since?” Jeongguk asks and you nod in response.
“Yeah…pretty much. He was pretty upset when I had to leave for America,” You don’t know why you tell him that.
“Yeah?” He sounds amused, “The boy is quite literally whipped for you.” He tells you and you just shrug in response.
“Oh I already know,” You tell him and this time he looks at you with wide eyes, sipping on his drink as if this is the most interesting thing he’s heard. “It’s been like that since we were kids. I think he wanted to tell me before I left but I had to go so…he said he would tell me when I would come back.”
“Hm,” He hums, tongue pressing against his teeth as if pondering, “Well you’re back. Has he told you yet?”
You let out a relieved sigh, “No not yet. I’m afraid when he does tho. I don’t know if I have it in me to see the look of heartbreak on his face. He’s always smiling.” You tell him, feeling him look at you.
“He’d definitely be heartbroken, I can tell you that,” Jeongguk says before adding with a snort, “Could’ve sworn he was about to pop a boner when he saw you by the pool the first time I was with him.”
You look at him in disgust and he just cackles loudly, throwing his head back when he does, making you smile again. You just love when he laughs like that.
You purse your lips before asking, “How about you?”
Jeongguk looks confused, looking at you quizzically, “What about me?”
“Did you pop a boner when you saw me?” You joke but there was some underlying seriousness to it.
Jeongguk scoffs, looking down at the table, “As if I’d ever tell you that.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” You grin, about to take a sip of the coke but he grips the hand holding the cup before you can take the sip.
“Didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Gimme back my drink,” He commands, trying to take the glass away from you but you tighten your grip on the glass as he tries to pull it away from you but instead, tugs you along with it. You squeal, shuffling forward and instantly gripping his strong thigh when you feel yourself leaning back as if you were about to fall and he quickly wraps his left arm around your back to prevent it from happening.
Your faces are closer in proximity now, eyes staring at one another. There’s a certain glint in Jeongguk’s eyes when you look at them and you can’t help but fixate on his rose colored lips that have the silver piercing. You wonder what it would feel like against your own lips if you were to just lean forward and kiss them.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, teeth biting into your lower lip when you notice him glance down at your lips as well. Before anything can happen, you feel a finger poke your stomach, causing you to immediately recoil.
You look down to see Jeongguk’s pointed finger that did the action, surprised that you didn’t seem to notice it move away from behind your back. You also failed to notice him take the glass right out of your hands when he poked you, causing you to whine.
“Asshole!” You exclaim, attempting to get it back but he just turns his body away from you to take a sip, his left arm held in front of you as if to block you.
Jeongguk says after taking a sip, “I’m not the one asking people if they pop boners.” You roll your eyes at that, giving up and crossing your arms.
“I’m just kidding, here,” He holds out the glass for you and you lift your hand to take it but he pulls it back again to tease you, “Say please.” His voice is stern.
Instead you respond monotonously, “You’re a dick.”
Jeongguk sucks the air through his teeth and says, “You seem to be quite fond of my dick.” He jokes and you smack his shoulder, snatching the glass back so you can drink the rest of it.
For the rest of the night, you guys talk and laugh about random things while munching on the bar food Yugyeom gives you guys on the house. Jeongguk would make you giggle when he makes commentary on the men who were playing pool, making fun of how badly one of guys were playing and it was the same guy who had winked at you earlier. Once it was reaching 8 o’clock and the bar was in full swing, that’s when the two of you decided to leave.
This time when you were leaving the bar, his arm was wrapped around your back protectively as he guided you out of the place, fending off the lewd looks coming from the other men. Once you were outside and were walking towards his parked truck, you pause in your tracks, making him stop and gaze at you curiously.
“Wait,” Your eyebrows are furrowed, “Are you okay to drive?” You ask, realizing that you both just drank alcohol and that he still has to drive back.
Jeongguk breathes out a laugh, looking at you in amusement, “What do you take me for? A light weight?” You just raise your brow at him in response and he lets out a sigh, “I’m fine. It was just one drink. I wouldn’t be driving you back home if I knew I couldn’t.” His voice sounds truthful when he tells you this and for some reason, your heart stutters at that.
“Okay,” your shoulders relax and you nod, believing him.
Jeongguk releases his lower lip from his teeth and says, “If you’re still uncomfortable, I can call you a cab.” He offers and you just shake your head.
“No it’s okay,” You say before adding, “I trust you.”
He stares at you for a moment, eyes flicking around your face as if to see if you were telling the truth before he nods, “Alright, come on.”
The car ride back to your house was quiet for the most part. You’d say a few things here and there and Jeongguk would respond but there wasn’t more to it. The silence isn’t awkward however. Rather, it’s pleasant, a new wave of comfortableness between the two of you.
You had a really fun time tonight, you think. Probably the most in a while. You don’t think you can remember the last time you’ve laughed as much as you did tonight and it brings a smile to your face when you think about all the funny moments and jokes the two of you shared.
Jeongguk has ignited this fire inside of you that you don’t think you’ve ever felt. He’s funny, handsome, honest and thoughtful. For a guy you only literally just started talking to, you can already feel yourself starting to like him a lot more than you anticipated. At first you just found him to be attractive and thought he’d simply be a nice eye candy when you’d sit by the pool. However, after talking to him tonight, you found yourself wanting to get to know him more. He talked to you like you were any other person, not seeming to give a damn about who you are.
You don’t realize you’re smiling until you hear Jeongguk clear his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and you notice how the car is now stopped and parked in front of the large gate outside of your house.
“Well, this was fun,” His tone is a little awkward when he says it, fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
You nod in agreement, grinning, “Yeah it was. I had a really good time.”
His lips quirk up into a small smile at that and he says, “That’s good. I’m glad.”
It’s quiet for a moment, the both of you unsure what to say. You break it first, “I guess I should go then.” He nods in response, clicking the unlock button of the doors.
You open the door, hesitating to get out. You’re about to step out but pause for a second, turning to look at him only to find him already looking at you. He looks curious when you stare at him and asks, “What?”
Here goes nothing.
You scoot over in the passenger seat, leaning over the console to peck the corner of his mouth before pulling back and stepping out of the car, “Goodnight. See you tomorrow!” You speak fastly, swiftly shutting the door before rushing towards the gate.Your cheeks are warm and he probably saw how red they are. He just stares at you wide eyed, almost in disbelief at what just happened.
You press your lips together, keeping yourself from smiling before waving at him one last time. You hope it wasn’t weird for him. If you read this entirely wrong the whole time, you don’t know how you would face him tomorrow.
You had no idea that Jeongguk was still sitting outside in his truck, a smile playing on his lips at what just happened.
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Jeongguk couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday night. The way you would throw your head back and laugh, hand covering your mouth. He kept making jokes and waggish commentary about how ridiculous other people in the bar look. He noticed that you were definitely a light weight. You weren't drunk but you were a little tipsy.
You became a little more touchy, shoving him or smacking his shoulder at times when he’d tease you. At one point, your hand was on his thigh absentmindedly and he’d begun to get nervous when it fell dangerously close to his crotch. It wasn’t intentional. You were clueless to how close your hand was, too busy rambling to an old man about the tricks of blackjack.
Did he mention that you’re more socializing after drinking alcohol?
Jeongguk found himself having a good time with you, enjoying your bubbly and talkative personality. You were more open and comfortable around him so it was gratifying to see this side of you. You didn’t have some nice act persona that you were putting up.
It’s what happened at the very end of your time together that had him stunned. When you kissed him on the corner of his mouth and gave him the prettiest smile he’s ever seen on you. Your cheeks were flushed a pink and you looked proud of yourself from the glimpse he caught your face before you rushed out of his truck.
It brought an automatic smile to his face, hand touching the part where you kissed him. How soft your lips felt on top of his skin. The scent of strawberry coming from your lip gloss that lingered. It’s not like Jeongguk hasn’t been kissed before. He has. But this felt different. This kiss came from you. He can feel himself having an actual crush on you. Not just physically wanting you but emotionally. He can feel something there. He was willing to explore it with you. Take it further.
Is he thinking too far ahead?
Sue him, this might just be his first real crush in so long. He knows there’s still so much to learn about you but after last night, he thinks he gets the idea. He just wants to see where it goes.
All he knows is that he likes being around you a lot.
A small smile is playing on his lips as he cuts the unnecessary weeds out of one of the bushes and he doesn't realize it until Dohyun comes up to him and points it out.
“Hey hyung! What’s got you all happy?” The boy asks in bafflement, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile since you’ve started working here.”
Jeongguk’s smile immediately drops, mouth pulled into a straight line. He’s not telling this guy why he’s happy. Considering Dohyun has the biggest crush on you, he has no idea how he’d react. Not that he’d trust Dohyun regardless of if he has a crush on you or not. Jeongguk assumes no one around the house is allowed to know about you and him hanging out and maybe he just prefers to keep it that way.
He feels a bit bad for the guy if he’s being honest. Dohyun’s been crushing on you since guys were just kids meanwhile Jeongguk just met you. However, you’ve made it clear that you do not see Dohyun in that way at all.
If you really like Jeongguk, he’d be an idiot to pass that up.
“Nothing man,” Jeongguk responds, turning to look at Dohyun only for his eyes to widen at the sight he sees before him.
Dohyun no longer has the long hair that gets into his face. His hair is now cropped short on the sides and trimmed at the top. Gone are those thick rimmed glasses that’s constantly pushing up the bridge of his nose. But that’s not what takes Jeongguk by surprise the most, it’s the black slacks and white button down that he has on that makes the older wonder what he’s up to. There’s a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a box of what looks like chocolates in the other.
Oh God, is he about to do what he thinks he is?
“Uh hey…” Jeongguk starts, dropping the plant snips onto the floor, “What’s with the whole…” He gestures his hand towards Dohyun’s get up.
The younger man grins, cheeks tinting a little pink, “I’m about to ask Y/N out on a date.”
Well fuck.
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Hey sweetheart! Can I request a oneshot where Melissa comes home from work and finds out that Sophia had a bad day (someone yelled at her or something like that) and Mel takes care of her and makes sure she is loved?
Im so happy people like Sophia 🥲 this is a quick little thing, trying to dip my toes back into fanfic.
A Long Day
Sophia is ready to go home. The ice machine had broken, the security system had a software malfunction, she sliced her palm open, and now one of the creepy regulars that can’t take a hint is bothering her. She’s happy there’s camera and her cousin is in the kitchen at least.
“Cmon, Sophie. You’ll give in eventually.” The slime ball smirks from across the counter door. He was an annoying guy that would come in and bother her every so often, ending with her uncle Eduardo kicking him out. Now that he’s gone the man doesn’t care.
Sophia rests her arms on the counter giving him a smile that dares him to try something.
“In your dreams. Now get outta here before I give my girlfriend a call.” She grins knowing that’ll get him to leave. Sure enough, the smirk on his face drops and he lets out a sigh. “You’ll say yes one day, De Luca.”
After dropping a bowl of cake icing not even ten minutes later, Sophia lets out a growl. “That’s it! I’m going home. Tony, lock up!” She tells her younger cousin as she throws her apron on the counter storming to the back office to get her things.
Unlocking the front door Melissa comes in with a smile setting her bags down after a long day at Abbott.
“Soph, are you awake?”
Kicking her boots off she flicks on the kitchen light knowing Sophia’s home from work by now. Her car is in the driveway, but the usual sounds of the record player going or the tv playing are no where to be heard.
Going up the stairs Melissa moves quietly through the hall opening the bedroom door. Seeing her girlfriend curled up underneath the fuzzy blanket she smiles softly moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
Sophia looks distressed even asleep, her brows crinkled and her lips in a pout. Melissa carefully lifts her bandaged hand growing concerned.
“Amore,” she hums running her fingers through brown curls. gently stroking her cheek with her thumb she leans in kissing her forehead.
Sophia stirs with a grumble, smiling when she realizes her girlfriend is home.
“Nice nap, amore?” Melissa chuckles.
“I needed it. I had a day from hell.”
“I guessed that,” she nods carefully running her finger over the bandage. “What happened?”
“Oh that? That’s the least of my issues from today.” Sophia huffs sitting up revealing one of Melissa’s Abbott sweatshirts.
“After the water ice machine broke and the security system called the emergency service for the company, I broke a plate. Me being me I picked up the shards instead of sweeping.”
“You gotta be careful, hon. You’re always movin too fast in there.” Melissa hums.
“I didn’t even tell you what made me leave early.” She smiles, “but you gotta promise you’re not gonna leave me and commit a crime.”
Melissa quirks a brow. “Depends what it is.”
“Jackass came in again but I scared him pretty good.”
“That guy came in again?” Melissa fumes sitting up straighter. Melissa had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the man Sophia dubbed as jackass, early on in their relationship he decided to come in one day while Melissa was picking up an order. It took everything Sophia had to hold Mel back.
“I told him I’d call you up there. Pretty sure he peed a little.” She jokes.
Melissa rolls her eyes reaching up to cup her cheek. “I’m sorry you had such a bad day, Tesoro. I’ll make us some dinner and we can relax.”
“That’s sounds nice, gimme a kiss first.” She beams pulling the redhead in closer. When their lips meet in a sweet kiss she lets out a content sigh as Melissas fingers move through her hair.
Reluctantly pulling back Melissa pecks her lips once more with a smile.
“Cmon, sweatshirt thief.”
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— 30000 foot butterflies
PAIRING: tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x reader (gender-neutral)
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: iceman reveals a part of him that is evoked only in your presence.
At Top Gun, inflated egos are as common as dust in the air, as certain as the rise and fall of the sun. Arrogance is breathed coincident with oxygen. There are no exceptions. Perhaps there are degrees of self-assured confidence, but it is always present. Everyone is prideful; everyone thinks that they are the best.
Everything is a competition.
Unofficial records of everything are scribbled haphazardly on whiteboards in the locker rooms, copied in chalk in the rec room: the fastest times of every course, the highest kill count from every dogfight simulation, the lists of winners from each volleyball game.
And, Iceman notices with a considerable amount of annoyance, your name appears quite frequently. Sometimes, only three or four names separate the occurrence of yours. Then soon, your call sign seems to emerge from the columns of written letters before his eyes like it is rising from the board, breaking the two dimensional barrier. Breathless, he sees. Again, Breathless.
Breathless Breathless Breathless.
Inexplicably this evokes an urge in him to win your attention. It is childish, he knows, but he feels like he will drive himself crazy without your acknowledgement.
He finds himself wanting to talk to you, evicting an excuse to hear your voice even if only to reply to a snarky remark he makes. Proximity, he discovers, seems to diminish when you enter a room. Nearly subconsciously, as if pulled by gravity into the orbit of your solar system, he drifts towards you. He begins to notice your habits, observe you—not necessarily in a creepy manner—as he watches the skies while on a mission.
At first, he cannot tell if the sentiments you inspire in him are genuine feelings or more simply infatuation. The two are often similar enough they entangle together into an indistinguishable knot.
Then, the distance in your relationship shifts slowly as if life is leisurely changing gears. It does not happen overnight, nor a day, that he is sure of. A week? Two? He does not know. All he is certain of is that it is July.
Heat permeates the tarmac in departing California sun, washes over the boots of a half a dozen odd naval aviators. Warmth crawls under their pant legs, slithers over their shoulders, then the nape of their necks and causes them to sweat under their camouflage.
“Careful not to exert yourself too much, sweetheart, wouldn’t want you to get too breathless,” Iceman calls to you as each pilot climbs into their F-14.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, dear.” A wink. A smile. A blue pinprick of the gum you are chewing showing against the white of your teeth. You disappear behind the frame of your plane and the engine growls as it heats.
For once in his life, for a rare moment Kazansky Iceman is caught without a witty retort loaded and ready to return fire. He stands, one foot half in the cockpit of his jet, nearly stupefied. After weeks of little reaction, nothing more than a chastising shake of your head, what has changed?
“What’re you doing?” Slider yells from behind him. “Tongue frozen?”
Iceman bares his teeth at his partner in crime and slips into his seat. His muscle memory takes care of his flight routine—takeoff procedures, safety regimes—while his mind is distracted.
In the sky the world is washed red. The wings of each F-14 are gilded and soar like golden chariots sent into battle from Olympus. Every pilot is swathed in perilous conditions. They are captured in a metal tube thousands of feet above the ground, surrounded by tanks of pure oxygen, highly flammable equipment, a very powerful engine. Yet, none of them are gripped by fear; instead they feel almost high off the thrill.
Your plane glides upwards, rising until it is parallel to Ice and Slider. “Don’t get too cold, Snowman, lest your engine stall out,” he hears over the comm lines. He grins, knows that you are mimicking his remark from earlier. And then, in his mind, all he can think is a single word on repeat: Snowman Snowman Snowman.
A stupidly boyish beams invades his face. He is grateful, suddenly, that no one can see him and that Slider sits behind him.
“Eck,” your partner complains, emitting a noise that concatenates a false gag and a cough. “Get me out of this plane.”
“Take me with you,” Slider chimes.
You laugh and in Iceman’s ear it is filled with static, occasionally broken by the limits of technology. Still, he feels drunk off of it.
Now, Tom Kazansky has always been a by-the-book pilot. It is a quality that has proven valuable and served him well in carrying him to the top of his class. It is a characteristic that has fuelled his disliking towards Maverick. Nonetheless, what he does next is not recommended in any textbook except the one he writes for himself.
“Hey, Ice, what’s going on?” Slider cries as the plane begins to tilt right and then flips on an axis. They are upside-down when they pull above your jet. Slider is still complaining over comms but his voice becomes background noise that neither of you can hear.
“Close enough for nicknames?” He smirks down at you. Snowman.
It feels like you are nose to nose though several feet still separate the tops of your F-14’s. Sunlight shines across your skin. Across his. You both are bathed in gold.
You match his smile. Your sunglasses slip onto your forehead. “Take me out to dinner and we’ll see how close we are.”
Once more Iceman grins like a fool. Shivers race up his face, an almost uncomfortable excitement startles in his stomach. When was the last time he felt like this? Has he ever?
He is thirty-thousand feet in the air, he thinks. A million butterflies are trapped within his chest. It is the altitude, he assures himself.
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Wish You Were Here
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader
Word Count: 1002
Tags: Some typical case talk, Hotch on vacation, not much else
Summary: Just a blurb based on the prompt 'wish you were here' to get me creating again. 🤍 Overthinking is my enemy.
It’s day five of a serial murder case in Central Florida, and the weather is humid, the air thick and stifling. Aaron is standing—quite literally—in a swamp, his feet shoved into borrowed wading boots, his sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up. Mosquitoes buzz around their faces, and Morgan repeatedly slaps at his arms and mutters when he is bitten by yet another; apparently they’re sweet on him. Reid crouches down and lifts a muddy, slick clump of seaweed out of the water with a stick.
“Sargassum. Chinese herbalists often prescribe it in powdered form and recommend drinking it as a tea,” Reid tells the group. “Some species have anti-inflammatory, anti-microbial, and anticoagulant properties.” He looks up, squinting against the brilliant sun overhead, and the seaweed—sargassum—slides off and falls back into the water, which splashes him in the face. He grimaces, and Morgan smacks himself on the arm again and curses like a sailor. Aaron sighs.
“Would it have had any impact on decomposition?” he asks as patiently as he can; he can’t imagine having Reid’s brain, knowing so much, and being expected to use it specifically for their benefit, nothing more. He knows Reid appreciates his patience, can tell by his light shrug as he comes to standing, his own rubber boots stretching up his long legs and stopping mid-thigh.
“Not to my knowledge. Whatever caused the accelerated decomposition, it wasn’t this.” He swipes the back of his hand over his face, wiping away the dirty swamp water, and Aaron pulls his phone out of his pocket to update the other half of the team. He pauses when he notices that a text message was delivered ten minutes ago, then drags his finger across the screen to unlock it—and he smiles for the first time in five days when he sees the photo attached.
It’s nothing unexpected or urgent, just you and Jack sitting on the bleachers at one of his soccer games, your heads together and grins on your faces. Jack has a green smear of a grass stain on his uniform, and you look lovely as ever, glowing in a blue sundress with little white flowers on it, your signature iced coffee in your hand.
The caption is simple and effective: Wish you were here!
Morgan slaps a mosquito on the back of his neck; Reid loses his footing and grabs onto a nearby sheriff’s deputy for balance, takes them both down in a splash of brackish water and mud.
Aaron sighs for what feels like the hundredth time today, missing his son and his girlfriend and their uncomplicated, happy little slice of life.
He wishes he was there, too.
“Jack, sweetie, come tell Dad goodnight; he’s only got a moment.” You duck down into the video chat frame, your phone propped up against a box of pasta, and Aaron can almost smell your fragrant, homemade marinara from Oregon. He is stressed, exhausted while the team hunts a preferential sex offender who has just kidnapped his third young boy—a home-cooked meal, a glass of wine, and a night in with his two favorite people sounds like absolute heaven right now.
Jack rushes into the kitchen, stops next to you out of breath, with a smile on his face.
“Hi, Dad. Taylor’s spending the night, we’re playing Minecraft!”
“That’s great, buddy. I can tell you’re having a lot of fun. Listen, I’m not sure if I’ll be home tomorrow or not, so make sure you have your homework done and your gear ready for practice Monday, okay?” Jack crinkles his nose and dismisses Aaron with a wave of his hand.
“I did that already, don’t worry. We have a system.” He looks up at you, and you smile, setting your hand on the top of his head. “Goodnight and stay safe, Dad. Love you.”
"Love you." He scurries away, leaving as quickly as he came, and Aaron huffs a tired laugh down the line. “We have a system.”
“We do have a system, for your information, and it’s a pretty great one,” you reply playfully, stirring your sauce. He takes in what he can see of your outfit—leggings and one of his t-shirts, oversized even on him—and can just imagine the two of you on the sofa, you cuddled up to his side. “He asked to invite Taylor over to play for a couple hours, and I told him he could, but first he’d have to straighten up his room and do his homework.”
“And that worked?” he asks, taking a sip of coffee—it’s going to be a long night; you turn to face the camera and give him a soft wink.
“Almost. But he’s a bargainer just like his dad, asked if Taylor could sleep over instead.”
“And you gave in like the marshmallow you are.” You scoff in false indignation, and he laughs, can’t help himself. “Best step-mom-to-be ever.”
"Best husband-to-be." Prentiss steps up behind Aaron, a signal that his short-lived break has come to an end.
You sigh affectionately, and he can almost guess exactly what you’re thinking:
Wish you were here.
It takes five long minutes for you to find the perfect postcard. And then…
“Ten dollars?” Aaron says, incredulous, when he flips it over to examine the price tag. “You could get this back home for fifty cents.”
“Maybe in 1980,” you reply with a laugh, and he slowly raises a brow in challenge. “Even stamps cost more than fifty cents now, Aaron. And besides, it’s perfect. They’re going to love it.”
He looks down at the piece of card stock in his hand, at the crisp cyan of the ocean, the dreamy blue of the sky, the green palm trees, and the gold lettering stretched across the middle of the scene; it reads ‘Dominican Republic’—the only potential honeymoon destination you could both agree on—and he buys the card and watches over your shoulder as you scrawl a message onto the back in black ink.
Dear Jess and Jack, we love and miss you.
Wish you were here!
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First time Hotch and Morgan say 'I love you'
Your wish is my command. Here is 5600 words leading up to that moment...why so many, you ask? I don't know. But I asked for soft Hotchgan requests and I got so many good ones...we're going to end 2022 on a soft note with all of these. Starting here with a power outage and a whole bunch of slightly awkward love.
**** Perspective ****
Pitch black.
They were sitting on the couch beside the fire, Hotch with his feet kicked up on Derek's legs reading. He wasn't deeply engaged in the book, not enough that he didn't glance up every so often to admire Derek's profile, the way he sat with his headphones on bobbing his head only slightly along with the beat. He could sit and listen to music for hours, and not just listen but feel it. In much the same way, Hotch devoured silence.
And almost like all the oxygen was sucked from the room through a vacuum, the lights went out. What he thought had been silence became actual eerie silence, no more humming from the refrigerator and the furnace, no more water heater, just dead quiet until his hearing adjusted and he was drawn back to the crackle and pop of their small fire.
“Did the power just go out?” Derek asked, stunned. Hotch smiled at the absurdity of the question.
“Looks like it.”
Immediately, as if on cue, Hotch's phone began ringing. He stared at it in disbelief, wishing that for one blissful minute he could simply deal with his own life before having to handle whatever catastrophe was happening at Quantico.
“Garcia?”
“Sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but Strauss wants us to get down to Quantico ASAP to monitor the systems for any potential security breaches before the generators kicked on. She says it's routine but she sounded concerned.”
“I'm a little further away than usual, it may take me some time to get there.”
She was silent, and he could hear her sharp intake of breath. It was pointed, the way she realized what he said without saying it aloud. “Yes...yes sir. I'll get started without you.”
Derek's headphones were around his neck now and in the dim orange light of the fire Hotch could see his wicked smile. “She knows.”
“I gathered that...when did you tell her?”
“Right away. I can't keep secrets from her. If I tell her up front she'll feel special and she'll keep her yap shut. If I try to keep it from her and she finds out, who knows what she's liable to do...it was a safety precaution.”
Hotch let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, she and I have to spend the evening at Quantico making sure nothing happened to the systems. Don't wait up.”
Derek had no intention of waiting up. The sky was already darkening at an alarming rate, and he expected to merely get the house ready to be shuttered against whatever storm was still brewing and then lie in bed with his music until he fell asleep. All he needed to do was make sure there was enough fire wood inside, get out the blankets and the other emergency supplies, and get himself cozy. He'd set out some pajamas for Hotch, if he even made it back in time to sleep, but that would be the extent of it.
Hotch, still in his khakis and sweater, pulled on his hiking boots and laced them up tight. “Take my car,” Derek said, tossing him the keys from the kitchen counter. ��It gets around better in this shit than yours.”
Eyeing the keys suspiciously, Hotch wondered how many people would be in the building. Whether the security officers would see his plates and be surprised to find the wrong person driving. And he also realized he simply didn't care. What difference did it really make in the end?
“Thank you.”
He slipped on the ice twice in spite of wearing his best boots for the job. There wasn't much one could do versus a skating rink parading as the unassuming ground. The first time he slipped in the driveway as he scraped the windshield, unable to wait for it to defrost on its own. He managed to catch himself that time against the hood of the vehicle and thank his lucky stars. The second time was on the sidewalk approaching Quantico, and there was nothing but his own backside to catch his fall. That it did, hard, and he stifled a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Words that didn't often make their way over his lips. He wasn't much for swearing, but getting up he knew he'd tweaked his back and it was going to be sore the rest of the night. That was enough to excuse more than a few of the offensive words.
“Sir!” Garcia exclaimed as he entered, pushing through the glass doors and walking slowly, gingerly toward the stairs. They could do what they needed from his office where they could close the door and stay warm with his dusty old space heater. The generator would be kicking out just enough juice to keep the place running and that didn't include more heat than just enough to keep the pipes from freezing. The pipes and Hotch had very different freezing temperatures. Plus he had the snacks. Garcia didn't keep anything in her office, the equipment was too sensitive and she worried...she kept things in the break room and in Hotch's bottom left cabinet where there should have been binders full of mind-numbing information. He'd managed to sort his office well enough that one whole cabinet was empty, left available to the team's most treasured snacks. Ones that they feared would be stolen in the wild west that was the break room.
“How was your drive in Garcia?” he asked, leaning a little heavily against the railing as he heaved himself up the stairs on hips that felt rusty and stiff after his untimely meeting with the icy pavement. She noticed the hitch in his gait but said nothing.
“Slippery and scary, sir. Yours? I know the um, the roads in that neighborhood don't get plowed very quickly...”
He stopped and eyed her for just a moment before unlocking his office door and holding it open to her. “It was fine.”
She set her laptop on his desk and opened it up before pulling a chair over. Every move was formal and calculated, slow so she wouldn't scare him off. She wanted to share this with him so desperately. “You made good time.”
“Garcia,” he said quietly, easing himself down into his chair while trying to maintain as neutral a look as he could. It barely worked. She could see the discomfort but she wasn't concerned with that, thankfully, she was poking and prodding for the other thing. For confirmation from the second party that what Derek said had a grain of truth to it. She wanted to hear him admit he'd come from Derek's house. If only she'd seen him pull in driving Derek's car. “I'm aware that you're privy to some information regarding my private life, and while I have no issue with you knowing, I also don't think now is the time to discuss it. Have you had a chance to get into the system to see if anything was damaged or breached?”
“It all looks ship-shape, sir. We just need to comb through a few things and do some hard saves just in case we're without power for a while. If anything happens to the generator we're sunk. I have a list of things we'll need to print, consults that we'll need to manually deliver...”
“Good. Would you excuse me?” His phone was ringing once again, and this time it was Haley. While he would have liked to send it to voicemail, he was busy enough to do it, something told him to pick up. “Yes, Haley?”
“Are you okay?” She sounded worried, her voice had that high pitch tone to it that set him on edge.
“Yes...why wouldn't I be?”
“Aaron. The power is out, the roads are a sheet of ice, there's a big storm coming.”
“I'm aware of all of that. Haley I'm working right now, did you need something?” She rolled her eyes and he thought he could feel it through the phone. Working, always working. Of course he was there.
“Jack and I have no heat, and the power company says it could be a day or two before they even figure out where the problem is. Our neighborhood isn't a priority.”
“Have you called Jess?”
“She's out too. And before you ask, yes I've called my parents and yes they still have their wood stove but there are down trees and live power lines on all the roads heading out that way.”
“Okay. Let me call you back in a minute.”
He hung up the phone and poked his head back in the door, tapping at the wall to get Garcia's attention. “I'll need another moment, Garcia. I apologize.”
“Not a problem sir. Take all the time you need.” In truth, Garcia was happy to be there. Her apartment was without heat or any way to get it, so this was a drastic improvement on home. Even if she was pulling icky information from databases designed to hold things she didn't want to think about.
He slipped back out to the catwalk and walked, a move that briefly made stiff back feel better. Slightly. Up and down the catwalk he paced until he managed to get hold of Derek.
“I have a big ask,” Hotch began, noting the way Derek's breathing was heavy. Hotch knew he was hauling wood inside and immediately felt guilty for even asking him for something, let alone something like this. He should just leave. Tell Garcia to go home, leave himself, and let tomorrow's problems belong to tomorrow. Just once he wished he was that kind of person.
“Shoot,” Derek grunted, huffing as he threw more logs onto the pile. He would stack them neatly and clean up the debris later, for now he just needed to get the stuff inside before he got frostbite.
“Haley and Jack are also without power, the outage looks pretty widespread. They don't have a fireplace or any secondary heating sources. I know it's a lot to ask, but would it be alright if they came to your house?”
Silence fell over the line, a long drawn out thing that made Hotch's stomach twist. Finally he heard the sound of logs crashing against other logs and rolling to the wood floor without so much as a word being spoken in the meantime. Going back over what he'd asked, he couldn't fault Derek for his silence. Would you mind hosting my ex-wife and my child during a winter storm? I know we haven't been together long but I'm sure it'll be fine.
“Derek?”
“Yeah, sorry, I thought there was more. You said you had a big ask.”
“Derek, that is a big ask.”
“It's your family. It's fine.” He was lying, at least a little, which hurt them both in different ways. Derek hated to lie, it made him feel filthy, but this lie felt like the right kind. And Hotch, he could hear it, the way Derek longed to say are you kidding me with this? Asking me to babysit your family while you're working when you really should be home like the rest of the people in this area? A nail in the coffin. In the end, though, both of them felt somewhat justified in their responses.
“I'll make this as fast as I can.”
“We both know you have no control over how that goes.”
Hotch rolled his eyes. “Okay. I owe you.”
“Big time.”
Hotch hung up with a smile and called Haley back. He'd paced up and down the catwalk, around the round table, up and down again over and over. “You remember where Derek lives?”
“....yes...” He was really in it now. He hadn't told her yet. Now was as good a time as any, really, but it felt all wrong. He'd had this plan, silly as it sounded, to unveil things slowly to her. Jack knew but he was little and he had no real gauge of what he was seeing. They held hands in front of him and were affectionate, never over the top but just enough to make sure that he could get comfortable with it. Truthfully, he didn't seem to care. He would follow Derek around like a puppy and watch him with complete fascination – if Derek brushed his teeth, so did Jack, and he copied it as closely as he could. If Derek was making toast, Jack wanted a slice too and he wanted it exactly the same. Derek thought it was a little odd and felt more than a little self-conscious about the things he did, worrying that he might do something wrong or bad right in front of the kid, but Hotch thought it was sweet.
“Bring Jack and any of his belongings that you think he'll need for a few days. Derek has plenty of food and a fireplace.”
“Aaron...”
“You can ask me anything you like later, but I don't have time to discuss my private life right now, Haley, I'm sorry. Penelope and I are in the weeds and will be for a few hours. Derek knows you're coming.”
“Your private life...” she whispered to herself, and it almost sounded like she was smiling but he couldn't be sure and wasn't about to ask. The pacing had gone from making his back feel better to making it feel worse. He just wanted to sit down and get to work. “Okay. Thank you Aaron. We'll see you tonight though? You'll be there?”
“Yes. I'll be home as soon as I can.”
“Home...” she copied, quietly again. He probably hadn't even realized that slip, but she snatched it and held it close for examination. “Jack will be so excited to see you.”
Going back into the office, he was sure that he was in deep now. An act of God, a giant winter storm blowing in and knocking out power was all it took to completely undo his quiet little bit of privacy. He supposed he was never owed even the amount of time he had, and had no right to expect it. The thing was...it was just nice. He hadn't been this happy in years and he just wanted to keep the world away from it for a little longer.
“Where were we?”
“Well, sir, I was searching through data files...you...”
“Haven't even begun. Right.”
(x)
Haley wasted no time at all loading Jack into the car and heading toward Derek's house. The roads were slippery but not too bad, not yet, and she was a good driver. A great driver, really, no matter what Hotch and Jessica told her. So she'd been in a few fender benders, none of them had been her fault. Not a single one. And never any on ice.
“Are you excited to see daddy?” she called back to Jack who was kicking around in his car seat happily playing with two of his trucks. A monster truck with a dragon on the side and a fire truck. Crashing them into one another, head on after head on. The noise was driving her a little crazy but turning on music would distract her too much from the task of getting them safely to Derek's so she settled on the sounds Jack made.
Smash.
“Jack?”
“We see uncle Derek?!” he asked excitedly. Crash.
“Yeah. Uncle Derek. Does daddy kiss uncle Derek?” She felt a little like a monster, asking her toddler such a personal question, but there was something in Hotch's voice when she'd spoken to him that made her feel a little giddy. This wasn't the best avenue to take, however, it was one possible route.
Jack just giggled. “Yeah! Daddy kisses!” The kid was little, he loved to parrot, and she couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. He might just keep copying her and bashing his trucks together, so she asked again to make sure.
“Daddy and uncle Derek kiss each other?”
“Yep!”
“Like mommy and daddy used to kiss?”
“Yep!”
She smiled to herself. CRASH. It made her happy that Hotch had moved on, and even happier somehow that it was someone like Derek. She'd always liked him. The other girls, when the BAU and their partners would go out, always called him a dog but she didn't see it that way. Neither did Penelope. He was always so sweet to the women he danced with. He would hold out his hand, he would buy them drinks, he would lead gently. Haley had danced with him on more than one occasion and felt butterflies herself.
But those were women, and Haley had always wondered at how close he'd gotten with her husband in a way that men who exclusively liked women didn't do. She'd known Hotch liked boys as much as girls all the way back in school, though he was never so bold as to follow those urges. Not with the father he had. But there were glances, and there were hidden secret kisses a small number of times with the right boys, she knew. He'd never kept that from her.
“Does daddy stay at uncle Derek's a lot?”
“Yep!” SMASH. He dropped one of the trucks and burst into tears, unable to lean forward in his seat to grab it. Haley smiled and turned up the music, refocusing on the road.
(x)
Derek opened the door to his darkened house and beckoned them in. Haley was shocked at how warm it was, the way it almost took her breath away. Without saying a word, she knew it was because of Hotch...he liked things a little too warm. Derek would keep it the way he liked it without complaint.
“Thank you for letting us barge in on you,” she said, opening her arms wide for a hug. Derek wrapped her tight and smiled. It came a lot easier than he'd imagined.
“Of course. Can't have you guys freezing to death huh? Jessica's coming too.”
“Yeah I just got her text. Did she call Aaron?”
“I assume so. He's probably going to turn off his phone if we keep buggin' him.”
“I don't doubt that.”
They entered the house cautiously, it was light enough to see with lanterns and candles flickering, but still dark. Moody and somber and so warm. Derek had moved furniture around, surrounding the fireplace with chairs and the love seat and couch from the other room. Everyone could stay beside the fire.
“Where's daddy?!” Jack exclaimed, rushing toward Clooney and the couch excitedly. Derek glanced up at the clock and shrugged.
“At work. He should be home soon.”
Soon wasn't nearly soon enough. Every single car he heard driving down the road made him peek out the window, hoping to see one pull into his driveway. It wasn't that things were bad, they were fine. When Jessica arrived she brought with her three bottles of wine and bags of food Derek didn't need. “It'll go bad if I don't bring it...” she said, but most of it wasn't in need of refrigeration she just wanted to make their night a party. If they had to be without power, at least they could have some fun.
“Sis!” Haley exclaimed, rushing through the darkened room to wrap her sister in a hug. Derek took the food and wine to the kitchen and left it on the counter, figuring he could deal with it later. His first priority was popping the cork out of one bottle of wine and pouring two glasses, just enough for Haley and her sister, handing them off happily. That would keep them content and stop the inquisition he could feel bubbling right beneath the surface.
Haley had asked a few sly questions, but it wasn't her that Derek worried about...it was Jessica. She wouldn't even try to hide behind formality. The look in her eye said she was just looking for an opportunity to get Derek alone, to corner him, and to poke him full of holes until he soaked her in information. Details. He was avoiding her like the plague.
“Hey Jack, come help me with the fire,” he said, waving the kid over to him. “You gotta learn the art of moving the logs around, it's very important.” The art of moving the logs around, the man special as his mother used to call it with a roll of her eyes. Passed down generation to generation. He loved to shift them, using the poker to stack and separate and stack again, always creating optimum air flow. You couldn't simply leave a fire to tend to itself, it needed constant supervision. Like a child.
He grabbed the poker and indicated one log that needed shifting, it was nearly fallen and stifling the flow around it so off it went from the pile, and then he scooted it up beside a much less invasive piece. Soon he had a newly formed pyramid with gorgeous ventilation and he was pleased...Jack looked pleased too. Behind them, Haley and Jessica whispered and giggled. “What do you think they're talking about over there, huh?” Derek asked and Jack shrugged, his dark eyes lit up by the flames.
“Daddy.”
“Ah yeah. Probably right.”
(x)
“Garcia, can I give you a ride home?” Hotch asked, closing his laptop with some finality. She glanced up at him over the rim of her glasses and smiled. They'd been at it for hours in chilly quiet, only the sound of the little space heater and the eerie hum of the generator for company. They'd hardly said a word to one another.
“Yes, please, thank you. I don't think my car is meant for this weather. She's no Sonja Henie.”
Hotch stared at her a moment, a look of total bewilderment on his features. It was a look Garcia hadn't seen many times and it was a little unnerving. He was usually so sharp and his intense knowledge of random things often eclipsed everyone else. “You know, three time Olympic gold medalist turned actress...” she stopped herself and sighed as his features pinched further in thought. “Nevermind.”
“I know who she is, I'm sorry. It's been a long day.” The real problem was simply that he was distracted. Haley and Jessica and Jack had been at Derek's house for hours now, and while they hadn't sent one SOS text and not a single phone call...he was worried. Afraid of what he'd find, what stories they might tell Derek to scare him off. Afraid they'd asked too many questions and he wouldn't know where to begin walking into that mess.
He and Garcia walked out of the building together, and headed right for Derek's car. She let out a small gasp, unable to contain herself, before she covered her mouth and regained her composure. Hotch glanced at her as he wrestled the fob out of his pocket and unlocked the car, just hoping that she wouldn't point out the obvious. They both knew whose car he was driving. Before she could reach the door, Hotch leaned forward and pulled it open for her. It tweaked his sore back and he held his breath until the sharp spike of pain passed.
“Bestill my little heart,” she whispered, slipping into the car. He shook his head, unable to process just about anything she was saying at this point.
As he waited for the car to warm up, he sat with his hands on the steering wheel contemplating just about every life decision he'd ever made that led him to this point.
“Penelope,” he began quietly. “I asked Derek to open his door to Haley, Jessica and Jack tonight. They've been there for hours. What do you think I'm walking into?”
He was, momentarily, wide open. Uncharacteristically so. He simply couldn't keep it inside a moment longer or he'd combust, and Garcia was easy enough to talk to. She only let out a small laugh. “I'm sure everything is fine. They're probably just sitting around talking.”
He sighed. “That's what I'm afraid of.” He paused, shaking it off. He had no control over the hours that had passed without him and he couldn't dwell on them. Whatever happened, happened, and he'd just have to suck it up and roll with it. “I'm sorry I've been so distracted tonight. I wasn't much help.”
“You did more than I did, sir.”
“That's hardly true, but thank you for being so understanding.”
“I'm gonna say something right now that you're probably not going to like, but I think it's pretty clear that you need to hear it. Derek is crazy about you. You know that right? His face lights up when he talks about you, I've never seen that before. Well, I presume he lights up when he talks about me too but...that's beside the point.”
He had nothing to say to that. It sounded absurd. Too absurd to be believed. “That's bound to change after tonight.”
They drove in silence for a few minutes, no radio, just the sound of the ice beneath the wheels. Hotch was driving as well as he could but the car slipped more than once as he took corners and it made him nervous. Much too nervous to talk for a long time. “Penelope, do you have heat?” He couldn't believe he'd forgotten to ask her about her own place until he began approaching her apartment building, the street pitch black and ominous.
“No, but I've got plenty of blankets.”
“Nonsense. Come stay with us.”
It was easy to rack them up, he was on a roll. He'd have Derek's house packed to the gills before the night was through. It was shocking to him how few people they knew who had a fireplace, though it shouldn't have been...he didn't have one either. His apartment would be sitting dark and cold, floors still littered with boxes full of things he hadn't bothered to unpack. He was almost never there, that place definitely wasn't home. “Sir,” she said as they slid past the turn he wanted and had to go around one extra block. The roads had gotten worse since they'd been out and the temperature was dropping fast. “Have you told him how you feel?”
“He knows.”
“Oh, yeah, of course. I'm sure he does know. But if you said it...I think he'd just about flip his lid.”
He chewed on that the rest of the ride, all the way until he pulled into Derek's driveway and saw the flicker of candlelight behind the curtains. It made his heart hurt. His entire family was in there, all under one roof, and he'd been at work the whole time assuming the worst. That there would be tension and interrogations and he'd walk in on a scene of unrest and discomfort. But that candlelight in the window and the pillowy blanket of snow over the yard told him that he was mistaken. They'd been busy being a family in those walls and he'd been toiling over nothing on the outside.
The door opened and out stepped Derek in his puffy coat and sweats with a wool blanket draped over his arm, waving, not looking even the least bit angry. “See?” Penelope asked, poking her gloved finger at the window. “He lights up.”
“Baby girl!” Derek called, watching her get out of the car with her go bag draped over her arm. “What're you doing here?”
“Joining the refugee camp here at the Morgan house. I've come to enjoy your heat.”
“The more the merrier. Jessica brought wine!”
Hotch stayed beside the car a little apprehensively, not eager to break the spell cast over the house. It felt peaceful and happy, so he just stood there with his hands on the car so he didn't add to the list of times he'd slipped on ice that day. Derek's approach was quiet and sure, his feet planting one after the other in the snow so he could avoid the ice entirely.
With expectation written plainly over his face, Derek leaned in and waited for Hotch to make the first move. After the night he'd had, finally being cornered by Jessica who asked him question after question, each one laced with something akin to a threat, he wasn't about to be the first one to cross the line in front of everyone. Not one to disappoint, Hotch slipped his arms around Derek's waist, pushed himself happily inside the warmth of that puffy coat and kissed him. He kissed slow and hard, there was no hesitation. And that was when he was struck by how very very fortunate he was. His whole family was here, and Derek had probably not had the greatest night...would have been more than a little nervous...but he did it, he pulled it off. He took care of everyone Hotch cared about. Because Hotch's people were his people.
“I love you,” Hotch said, breathless and airy. It came out so easily. He didn't know what made him wait so long, that first time was always so hard but not this time. He was overcome by it, powerless to stop himself saying it, and not even a little worried it wouldn't be reciprocated. Derek had already proven that much, and the grin that spread wide and sparkling over his features sealed the deal.
“You do?”
“I do.”
“Good.”
There was silence between them, nothing but the sound of ice popping in the trees above them and darkness surrounding them. No ambient light, nothing but stars in the sky and the glowing silvery moon for company. He slipped his hand to the sore place on his lower back and pressed into it with his fingertips, massaging the distressed muscles. All he could think about was getting into a pair of sweatpants and big wool socks and snuggling up under the blanket with Derek. And maybe Jack, though he hoped that the kid was already asleep. It was awfully late.
“I love you too, you know.”
“I know.” He did. He had no question, but something in the tone of Garcia's voice told him that maybe Derek had needed to hear it. Like maybe he wasn't quite sure, and tonight, being with Haley it might have made him more than a little concerned. He had no idea what Haley might have said or done, whether she would approve of Hotch and Derek's relationship. Jack was well aware but he'd kept it from others...not because he was ashamed, never that. Only that he didn't know how to say it.
He never knew how to say it. How to offer that sort of thing up. Everything seemed to come so much easier to Derek, he wore his heart on his sleeve. Sure he kept his secrets, but he knew what was a secret and what was not. To Hotch, almost anything could be a secret...he had a hard time deciphering what people should know, what they needed to know, what they would want to know. So he kept it all guarded.
“Get inside you two! You're going to freeze to death!” It was Jessica hollering on the front porch, her voice ringing out through the quiet neighborhood. She was so bossy. “Derek, the fire needs tending. The ventilation looks a little sketchy.”
“Damn. That's my cue.”
Hotch slipped his hand inside of Derek's and walked slowly beside him, eager to get inside, to get to the fire and resume what he'd been doing hours before. Just lounging on the couch with Derek, in his favorite quiet place. Whatever anyone else wanted to do, he would be more than fine with, he only wanted to lie there and fall asleep to the sound of the fire.
And he did. He lay back against Derek, curled up on the floor beneath a pile of blankets while Haley and Jack took the couch and Jessica and Penelope each took a chair. Derek and Hotch managed to stoke the fire to the point that it might never fully die, and with Clooney curled up at their feet, the whole house slept.
Until the power came on in the middle of the night, bathing the house in white noise and bright lights. Hotch crawled to his feet and shushed everyone else back to sleep. “I'll get it,” he whispered, his hand on his back while he hunched and shuffled through the house to turn off the lights that didn't need to be on. Peeking outside, he smiled at the sight of the neighborhood lit up, knowing that there were other miserable saps just like himself shuffling sleepy through their homes to turn off lights they'd forgotten were left on. The furnace clicked on and he contemplated offering beds to everyone but it might be more trouble than it was worth for the next few hours. Instead, he crept back to his spot on the floor even though it was killing his already sore back and curled up his place there beside Derek.
“Power's back on?” Derek asked in his honey voice through sleepy slow lips and Hotch smiled as he closed his eyes.
“Looks like it.”
#aaron hotchner#derek morgan#haley hotchner#jessica brooks#jack hotchner#hotchgan#aaron hotchner x derek morgan#hotch x morgan#criminal minds#fanfiction
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It took a moment before a look of realization trickled down over Rick’s face, followed quickly by a sudden rush of horror. His eyes widened and his mouth parted but no words came out.
As his arm tensed to slam the door, a booted foot planted itself in the way and stopped it with little effort. Rick’s other arm swung, hand aiming for the panic button next to the doorframe, encased in glass to keep Jerry from accidentally pressing it — as if glass had ever stopped Jerry before — but the newcomer’s hand shot out into his way and knocked him off course. Prime, looking exactly the same as the last day Rick had seen him, leaned forward through the doorway and let himself in, forcing Rick back one step, then two. His presence made him feel so much taller than he already was, like he’d grown half a foot since his absence, and fear that Rick hadn’t known in quite a long while gripped his heart like an ice-cold, metal vice.
The sound of glass shattering was Rick’s only warning before his perfectly crafted metal exoskeleton enclosed the house, locking them all inside with the intruder that the damn thing was built to keep out. Prime let his fist fall away from the panic button back to his side, and he took another two steps in, cowing Rick back even farther. He shut the door behind him with a dramatic slowness that looked fitting of a Hollywood set.
Everything happened in less than ten seconds, from the moment Rick’s hand had touched the doorknob to now, but it felt damn near like ten agonizing minutes.
“C-137,” he said with a small, lopsided grin. His tone was casual but it had an underlying thread of tension that only otherwise showed through in his eyes. “It’s been a while.”
Rick had always fantasized that if they’d get another chance to meet face to face, that he’d be quick-thinking and ready, smart-mouthed and slick as he drew his weapon and incapacitated the other man.
Turned out thirty years of playing out scenes in your head just didn’t actually count for practice. Rick’s tongue felt glued to the floor of his mouth, and his head was pathetically empty of a single word to say, rehearsed or candid. It was like he’d forgotten every language he’d ever learned, like he’d never attempted to speak aloud before in his goddamn life.
“Rick?!” Came Morty’s voice, rightfully worried, as he rushed to the entryway. “Rick, who— wh-who was at the door? Why’d the se-security system—”
Rick watched as Prime’s eyes broke contact with his own and glanced just past his ear, and he knew, he just knew, that they were locking with Morty’s.
“—engage…” Morty’s words fell flat, no longer a question.
Just like the day he’d lost them, Rick felt like time had just… stopped. Like he was trapped in a hellish freeze-frame, tortured with being fully conscious the entire time but unable to move a finger on his own.
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idk I started writing an AU and I just really like dramatic tension, lmao
eventually Prime and C-137 were gonna smooch. = 3=
been kinda MIA on here, oops
blame any and all prickcest on @potetosaradas, my eyes have been opened and can never be closed again
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*A Blue haired Assassin was making his way to take on his new target, as he got in close, he aimed his Barretta M9A3 close to his target's head without alerting him, ready to pull the trigger*
Mikhail had also been in the same area looking for his target aswell. He hit a sprinkler system so that the sprinklers went off coating the area in water. He froze the bottom of his boots to make them like ice skates before standing in front of the same target ready to punch them.
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OSRR: 3102
this is 1034 times 3.
i got up early today, got ready early, and brought joel in to work this morning. then i stopped at starbucks and went to work, where i sat in the parking lot on the phone with discover student loans getting my loans put on forbearance again because i simply do not make enough money. good news is we were successful and i got that all done before going inside. i was in at work by 9am.
basically right away i started helping people, even before i was supposed to be on the clock. but i figured screw it, might as well help since i'm here. so i did. and then i didn't have people leave my table until 3:45pm. nonstop for six and a half hours. i eventually was able to eat some tuna so o could get some protein in my system, so that was good, but i also ate a bunch of chocolate.
i made plans with some coworkers for tomorrow or thursday and then next tuesday, so i'm excited for those.
i also managed to catch up on filling out reports, which was good. i intend to be better at filing reports this year. so far so good.
after work, i got joel and we came back to the house. i learned friday is gonna be in the negatives, so the big bottles of water were brought in to keep them from freezing. in the meantime i went and took a nap because i was exhausted and 90% overstimulated and needed a goddamn break.
when my alarm went off i hit stop. joel came in shortly thereafter to ask about food. what i didn't realize that "shortly thereafter" wasn't shortly. it was an hour later. i have been so tired lately that i've been basically hallucinating things.
the other day i woke up at like 7:50am because i heard my mom calling me from downstairs. she called me twice, but my voice was sleep-weakened so i texted her instead. i stayed conscious enough to make sure that her phone received my texts and then i rolled over again and passed back out.
i later learned that my texts woke my mom up in the other room. and my texts didn't say what i thought they did. they were, more or less, incomprehensible.
i MEANT to say, "you called me? im still 90% asleep"
and then it was supposed to me "im still sleepy"
and when i realized nothing was right, i went "whatever" and put "zzzzzz" because Z's mean sleeping, right?
mom had no idea what i meant. which makes sense.
so me dreaming something happens and it not happening has gotten more frequent because of my exhaustion.
rip.
after my nap, i woke up and went to find something to eat. i decided on frosted flakes, because that shit slaps, but when i went in search of a spoon, i couldn't find one. the dishwasher was running and there were no spoons in either the drawer or the sink, so i walked around the kitchen in search of a suitable replacement. my consternation at not finding one was palpable.
and then, just when i was ready to give up,
i was blessed by the soup gods, the cereal gods, and the spoon gods alike.
there was a single spoon on the corner of the counter that had not been there moments before.
i looked at it, picked it up, and determined it was dirty, so i washed it so i could use it happily. i sat at the table and ate my cereal and it was really, really nice.
i was still hungry maybe an hour after eating it, though, and j pondered getting mcdonald's. but i made no move, because i was comfortable and i was finally writing again.
and then joel came upstairs around 10 to take a shower and said he hadn't eaten, so i offered to get mcdonald's. he pointed to where his wallet was and said i could use his debit card, so i grabbed my socks and my sweatshirt and my boots and i went to mcdonald's. came back 20 minutes later and we enjoyed hot fresh fries and ice cream and i went back to writing. it's now midnight 41 and we've happily eaten, i've written about a thousand or so words, and joel is sound asleep beside me.
it's been a long and busy and exhausting day, but it's been good.
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Surviving Alaska: Winter Hikes
Difficulty level: hard to extreme
Hiking in summer is easy: hiking shoes, shorts, shirt, water and a snack. Hiking in winter is never that easy. Conditions on the ground and in the air dominate your plans, often changing how you thought the day was going to go. Add in the Alaska factor with big distances, limited support, and harsher conditions and you might think twice on your ambitions. Pack carefully and always pack a little extra just in case because the consequences otherwise are misery and frustration. The most important factors are your layers and your footwear; if you nail these 2, the rest is more like a normal hike. The experienced Alaskan will monitor weather before and during the hike, monitor speed and exhaustion levels, and pack a good lunch.
In favorable conditions you might get away with running shoes, something with big lugs and a closed toe. Throw on some gaiters and away you go. However, if this is a hike (and not just a run) plan to bring some micro spikes just in case; as you gain altitude, the snow will often thin and expose some ice which is no fun without sharp metal. When it’s colder out, trade in your shoes for some hiking boots. Some are big enough that you might need to size up on the micro spikes. Or if it’s really bad just put on your crampons; I like the ones that don't collect snow. For the really intrepid explorers venturing off the trail or in very fresh pow, bring some snow shoes. Yes they are slow and cumbersome, but traveling across a deep snow field without them is impossible.
Have this footwear available:
Hiking shoes with lugs and a closed toe
Microspikes
Hiking boots
Gaiters
Campons
Snowshoes
Layering for winter weather has been covered elsewhere. Suffice to say, expect a wide variation in body temperatures. You might start out cold and then find you don’t need gloves at all when your hands warm up. The trick is a modular layering system that will allow for the temperatures swings that occur as you transition from freezing at the car just getting started, to overheating as you move up the mountain, to cold again at the top eating lunch. Take the time to stop a couple times on the way up to strip off unnecessary equipment. Try not to sweat in your down layers which will reduce their loft and insulation. Bring warm mittens and a thinner pair of gloves. Remember, the faster you move, the more you sweat, the wider the temperature fluctuation. Expect to go slower than you thought you would.
I recommend having these layers at the ready:
Alpine Fit base layer top and bottom
Soft shell jacket
Water proof/resistant pants
Snow jacket
Insulated layer
Warm hat
Goggles
Thin gloves and thick mitts
Neck gaiter
Check the local forecast. Check the avalanche report. High winds? Re-evaluate your plans. New deep snow? Make sure you aren’t in avalanche terrain and are prepared to slog it out. More than other seasons, the rapidly changing conditions in winter often cancel plans or cause serious adjustments to location, gear, and ambitions. Really important is to assess the competence of your campions and consider who is going to lose interest first and at what point in the hike.
Last but not least, pack a good snack. A thermos of hot chocolate, tea or broth. A sandwich or bagel and a fig bar. My experience is that fruit might freeze, as does nut bars which become as hard as concrete. Unless conditions are favorable, lunch is often brief, limited by dropping body temperature. Pack enough to keep you going and a little extra for your friends. Too much and it’ll weigh you down and with all your extra gear you don’t need that.
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7 Best Ways to Prepare for Record Snow Total in Allentown PA
New England's weather is as unpredictable as a coin toss. Particularly in Allentown, where winter can mean anything from mild chills to record-breaking snow total Allentown PA has seen. Given this unpredictability, it's paramount for residents and winter enthusiasts alike to stay one step ahead. Preparation is not just about survival; it's about maintaining a quality of life regardless of the snow depth outside your door. This guide, brought to you by Certified Snowfall Totals, will walk you through the essential preparations for bracing yourself against potential record snow totals in Allentown, PA.
Understanding the Importance of Preparation
Preparation can transform a potentially hazardous situation into a manageable, even enjoyable, winter experience. Remember, it's not just about shoveling snow; it's about creating a safe, comfortable, and resilient environment for you and your loved ones. These seven tips will help you stay on top of the record snow totals in Allentown, PA.
1. Stock Up On Winter Supplies
It's no secret that winter weather can be harsh and unforgiving. So before the first flakes hit the ground, make sure to stock up on essential supplies like shovels, ice scrapers, salt, and sand for your driveway and walkways. It's also a good time to check if you have enough warm clothing, including gloves, hats, and boots.
2. Be Aware of Your Local Snow Removal Regulations
In Allentown, PA, it is the responsibility of property owners to clear snow from their driveways and sidewalks within three hours after the snowfall has ended. Failure to comply with this regulation can result in fines and even legal action. Make sure to familiarize yourself with your local snow removal regulations so that you're not caught off guard.
3. Prepare Your Home
Heavy snowfall can put a significant strain on your home's infrastructure, so it's crucial to make necessary preparations before the winter season arrives. This includes insulating pipes to prevent them from freezing, trimming any tree branches that could potentially fall and cause damage, and ensuring your heating system is in good working condition.
4. Have a Snow Removal Plan
Having a snow removal plan in place before the first snowfall can save you time, money, and stress. Consider hiring a professional snow removal service to ensure your property is cleared efficiently and safely. Alternatively, if you plan on removing snow yourself, make sure to have all the necessary equipment ready beforehand.
5. Stay Informed
Keeping informed about weather forecasts and potential record snow totals can help you stay ahead of the game. Make it a habit to check the news or download a reliable weather app so that you know when to expect snow and can plan accordingly.
6. Prepare for Power Outages
Heavy snowfall can sometimes lead to power outages, so it's essential to be prepared. Have a backup generator on hand or stock up on non-perishable food items and extra blankets in case of an extended power outage.
7. Stay Safe on the Roads
Driving in snowy conditions can be challenging and dangerous, so it's best to avoid unnecessary trips during a snowstorm. If you must drive, make sure to have winter tires installed, keep an emergency kit in your car, and give yourself extra time to reach your destination.
7 Strategies to Prepare for Extreme Snow in Allentown, PA
Stock Up on Essentials
Step by Step: Compile a list of essentials, including food, water, medications, and pet supplies. Ensure you have enough to last a couple of weeks to avoid unnecessary trips during severe conditions.
Invest in Quality Winter Gear
Rationale: High-quality winter gear can make a significant difference in comfort and safety when you need to venture outside.
Maintain Your Heating System
Step by Step: Schedule an inspection of your heating system before the winter hits full force. Make sure your home is insulated to keep the warmth in and the cold out.
Plan for Snow Removal
Rationale: Timely snow removal is crucial to prevent accidents and ensure accessibility. Invest in a reliable snow blower or arrange for a professional snow removal service like Certified Snowfall Totals to handle heavy snowfalls.
Create an Emergency Plan
Step by Step: Establish a clear plan in case of power outages or medical emergencies. Make sure everyone in the family is aware of what to do and who to call.
Protect Your Pipes
Rationale: Frozen pipes can burst and cause significant damage. Insulate your pipes and know how to shut off your water supply if necessary.
Stay Informed
Step by Step: Keep track of the snow total in Allentown, PA by following reliable sources and updates from Certified Snowfall Totals. Knowledge is power when facing extreme weather.
Staying Safe and Positive
Amidst the coldest and snowiest days, a positive outlook can light up the darkest winters. Equip yourself with not just the physical tools but also the mental resilience to face whatever comes your way. Stay safe, stay informed, and stay positive – winter will be over before you know it. And when the snow finally melts, Allentown’s beauty will shine through once again. So instead of dreading record-breaking snow totals, embrace the season and enjoy all that Allentown has to offer.
The Value of Being Prepared
Being prepared for a record snow total Allentown PA could experience means more than just bracing yourself against the cold. It's about ensuring that life can go on as normally as possible, finding joy in the snow-covered landscapes, and fostering a sense of community. Certified Snowfall Totals is here to support you, providing accurate updates and helping clear the way for whatever winter throws at us.
Remember, when winter comes with all its might, being prepared allows us to stand strong, together.
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POETRY SLAM:MINDLESS BEHAVIOR
WHATS UP WITH THAT!!!
big mouth taking up the whole space
smize to the gawds, I like your face
right in y'all face, glecning off concentrate
everyday is picture day
lack of me? u up in anti, politics heard em say donkey
noisy! there's A grey space of the situation
ain't no exposing me
no need to wait no longer Captain save a ho is here
the longest yard or wondering anymore
light it up and take action
fast feed, light camera like magic I'm flashy
you need me that's why I need to have all four doors
its as simple as that, can you take charge ?
abuse of the word, otherwise known as a public charmer
is that a fact, what you about, you can hold it against me
for stating facts, and get down to the nitty gritty
I came to break bread, to get these fix, don't pull a fast one on me
Bling fury, shut up the deaf dumb and blind spirit.
I came I saw and conquer and yet I'm feel fix
gimme my money back, having me in here with vain glories
country ass doctor barber claiming Brandon and its a girl
pulling hos ponytail, seeing lames, and bragging rights
I never in team, in the presence such a strange fright.
friendships, and rock the boat it came with, down to the boots, shiver me timbers, y'all gross for flood warnings, head in the wrong places…
I NEED A BREAKTHROUGH
hurting in my soul might need some whiskey.
pour it up drink, dang just slipped me a mickey
another one, this parchness turn into a lonely soul.
mics on a sound system, I'm running low
up out my face, picture me the biggest shone,
trying to out do me, this a stick up,
cant leave without a better outcome its the 9 th inning
goodness gracious lord have mercy on my soul
what have I done to envision thus Far
spiritual warfare I'm fighting as if my life depends on it.
Raising my own damn self, sensei and jacking, ready or not here I come.
this life that we living, together forevermore, it had to happen
never knew to a situation, you just gotta understand, something.
think outta the box and found what I face going in .
you outta line , thinking I'm put up with you.
no amount of deformation of character can add up to this.
birds of a feather flock together, less there be danger.
going the longest yard, pulling all connections.
made up my mind and band together to join forces.
I'm pulling your card.teasing a blue eye soldier
This not an ordinary person b I'm fine as fuck.
me vs me not needing another in the picture.
you must think I'm booboo the foo,
fighters and flight got them losing sleep.
release the hounds
like I was in a band of thieves, its the little things,
they calling me like it rung a bell.
and what! waxing and waning is it time yet no matter who's speaking the same language period.
No voids, can be filled, fixed my eyes do you wrong like I never knew you.
what would you do in a sticky situation.
don't vow to nobody who don't pay your bills.and rent
Super lets keep it moving I'm yearning for something moore and I'm noting that the darkness never did care if I was drowning.
look on the bright side of things, sunny like nobody else could shine that bright.
Touching the sun, somebody is going to have an asthma attack
I should be right about finish and ready to amp you up if you didn't have done the same thing.
What's A retort to a runaway ,love, love you moore, was there any other girl.
cheater advice or how to tell a lie, the constant steady stream of lies detected.
purple flocking like eggplant farms that cammm outta nowhere.
break up the ice and make up the days break
what's word of mouth anyways
we not going down we not the help.
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
losing his marbles
try to challenge me !?
you yourself know where's the goofy at
challenge accepted
you a wanna be celebraty
trying the life, 99 times couldn't get it right
always need a reason
choose a thot for picking
you not up for the battle you just a basser
show me the proof in the pudding
telling me I'm nothing I got a feeling
can't tell me nothing
its like I contracted a bee sting
a charge a bite some might something
I m not going back to the way it used to be
see past it like I I'm reading
read em and weep
ready set go no consequences if I believe it
where you ought to be for this conclusion
you must have me mistaken
hot like I'm the next Jen
many man manne Pac yo
never heard of a sticker or just for kicks
I love the living day lights outta you
workout a knuck and buck cranking
you the type to leave not come back for more
but nothing comes back void
what's made for me
Skye to see you still not done
ill be that one to say here kingdom come
the grand special like I put my foot in it.
I mean put it in you mouth straight out the kitchen .
Saw you and roll up a I'm down for a killing
might guy gotta have some smoke for a big figure
Waited so long, had I cut a year to a meal lion
standing on bidness like I'm the stallion
get these dividends like I'm here for sit in
set in stone not all that glitters is gold
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Winterization Wonders: Making Your Vacation Rental Guest-Friendly for Winter Retreats
As winter approaches, vacation rental owners have a unique opportunity to cater to a different set of guests – those seeking a cozy winter getaway. To ensure a warm and welcoming experience for your winter visitors, it's essential to winterize your vacation rental effectively. In this article, we'll explore guest-friendly ideas to make your rental property a desirable destination during the cold months.
1. Heating Systems
One of the most crucial aspects of winterizing your vacation rental is ensuring efficient heating. Whether you have a fireplace, central heating, or space heaters, make sure they are in good working condition and ready for use. Consider providing extra blankets and throws for added coziness.
2. Winter Decor
Embrace the winter theme by incorporating seasonal decor in your rental. Think about adding soft, fluffy pillows, warm-colored throws, and even a few tasteful winter decorations like wreaths, candles, or holiday lights. Creating a welcoming ambiance can make your rental feel more inviting during the colder months.
3. Well-Stocked Kitchen
Guests staying in winter often prefer to cook warm meals indoors. Ensure your kitchen is well-equipped with appliances, cookware, and utensils for preparing winter comfort foods. Consider providing a selection of teas, hot chocolate, and coffee to help guests stay toasty.
4. Weather-Appropriate Amenities
Offer winter-specific amenities such as a boot tray, a sturdy umbrella stand, and a coat rack for guests to store their winter gear. These thoughtful additions will keep your rental organized and provide a convenient space for guests to dry and store their winter coats and boots.
5. Outdoor Activities
Don't forget to cater to outdoor enthusiasts. If your rental is in an area known for winter sports, consider offering equipment storage or a designated space for winter gear. Provide information about local winter activities like skiing, ice skating, or snowshoeing to help guests plan their stay.
6. Maintenance
Regular maintenance is key to ensuring a seamless winter stay for your guests. This includes clearing snow and ice from walkways and driveways, maintaining a well-lit exterior, and promptly addressing any heating or plumbing issues. A comfortable, hassle-free experience will encourage guests to return.
7. Clear Communication
Lastly, provide clear instructions for using heating systems, fireplaces, and any other winter-specific features. Be readily available to address guest concerns and emergencies, ensuring that your rental is not only well-prepared but also well-supported.
In summary, property Winterization is essential to maintain a guest- friendly vacation rental during the winter months. By focusing on these guest-friendly ideas, you can create a warm, inviting atmosphere that encourages visitors to enjoy their winter getaway to the fullest.
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Calgary Long Run And Year Round Campgrounds And Rv Parks
In addition to that, they've a trading post that provides some provides you would possibly want within the area, as well as electrical shops within the washrooms, free scorching showers, coin laundry, a gift shop, and extra. There are additionally a volleyball and badminton area for those who prefer to spend their time more actively. The campground presents loads of pricing plans that range from $32 a night all the means in which to its famed Stay n’ Play Package that prices $200. For those that enjoy ice fishing, Chain Lakes provide a possibility to catch Rainbow and Bill Trout. Nearby daytrip attractions embody Frank Slide Interpretive Centre, Bar-U National Historic Site, and Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump. Take your choose from a First Nations tipi or a Métis trapper’s tent for an genuine camping expertise at Rocky Mountain House National Historic Site.
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Titled RV lot with Fifth Wheel trailer (or lot only) positioned near Radium BC in Valleys Edge Resort.Along with all of the Columbia Valley has to supply, at... Drive west of Calgary 20 minutes on the TransCanada #1 Highway and turn north on Highway 22 (Cowboy Trail) to Cochrane. Still have a couple of questions about choosing the proper RV on your family? Our staff of skilled RV specialists would love to speak with you!
"Municipal and county campgrounds all over so there is quite a quantity of options for Albertans." For visitors using overflow parking with no companies we now have water fill station and sanitary dump station. We have 23 back-in full service sites and 17 pull-thru full service sites and plenty of overflow parking. With giant, treed sites and plenty of facilities, Jasper Gates is situated at the base of Folding Mountain within the Rocky Mountains, not for from Jasper National Park and all that the area has to offer.
At Gooseberry Campground, you are not too far in the bush and shut sufficient to run into Bragg Creek solely 15 minutes south of the campground if needed. One well-kept secret is that the University of Calgary rents gear through its Outdoor Centre. They offer quite a lot of objects including climbing boots, tents, sleeping baggage, sleeping mats, backpacking packs, to name just some.
It snows early and stays chilly late into the spring within the mountains, so all the time make sure you are ready for the climate. Maenwhile, Drumheller has an arid climate and gets very popular in the summertime. Less than a 90-minute drive east of the city brings you to the dinosaur capital of Alberta, Drumheller.
All the ponds and lakes in Lethbridge overflow or drain into the storm water system, which releases into the Oldman River. Whatever the campground doesn't offer, you're positive to search out in the town of Okotoks and the surrounding area. We are aslo on the doorstep of the City of Calgary, which is the headquarters of the Canadian vitality industry and home of the world famous Calgary Stampede. Riverbend is well equipped with clear modern washrooms, laundry, wi-fi and an onsite store. If you want milk, bread, ice, fireplace wood or propane it’s all right here. Put your feet up, or take part in an exercise like mini-golf or paddle boating.
Mount Kidd is open year round, with 229 campsites to accommodate RVs and tents. It is liked for its dimension, playgrounds, and many facilities, and as a consequence is extremely well-liked, and fills up fast. Close to Calgary, Mount Kidd is bound to please all ages thanks to the amphitheatre, tennis courts, wading pool, on-site store, showers and rather more. Be positive to convey your bikes or hiking sneakers to benefit from the gorgeous pathways. If you’ve received golfers within the family, observe that the Kananaskis Country Golf Course is close by. With the mountains to the west, hoodoos to the east and an entire lot of cowboy land in between, there’s no query that the “C” in Calgary stands for camping.
They also provide a backpacking package, providing you with all the major items of drugs you’ll want for a trip into the backcountry. You’ll need to familiarize your self with the regulations about where you'll find a way to camp inside these areas, whether fires are allowed, the place motorized automobiles are allowed, and extra. Be ready to hike a bit farther to achieve Aster Lake Backcountry Campground, located in Peter Lougheed Provincial Park. It’s a 10.8-km hike by way of the Upper Kananaskis Lake Circuit/Aster Lake Route Trail from the trailhead at the Upper Lake Day Use Area off Hwy 40. The path is unmaintained, so only experienced hikers should try to reach the campground.
We take the hassle and cost out of road journeys by supplying you with easy to observe directions and combining them with FREE and low-cost camping locations. John Melville and his spouse run the Alberta Camping Facebook group and said there are many out of the greatest way locations to camp, from crown land to municipal and private campgrounds. Day journey into Jasper National Park, and spend your evenings camped at Cougar Creek Cabins & RV. Also positioned in Canmore, there’s no competing for reservations on the Wapiti Campground, with all of their RV sites provided as first-come, first-served. Just off the Bow Valley Trail, it offers fast access to Banff National Park and all that Canmore has to offer. The camp, located north of the fire-ravaged metropolis of Kelowna, welcomed about 1,300 kids this season and has been serving the group for more than 70 years.
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Get Winter-Ready with Storm by Cougar's Stylish Snow Boots
The Perfect Snow Boots for Braving Winter's Fury
When winter unleashes its icy grip, you need a reliable companion to keep your feet warm, dry, and secure. Look no further than Storm by Cougar snow boots, designed to conquer the harshest winter conditions with style and durability. Combining advanced technology, premium materials, and a commitment to quality, these boots are the ultimate choice for anyone seeking comfort and protection in the snow.
Unmatched Protection Against the Elements
Storm by Cougar snow boots are engineered to withstand extreme weather conditions. Constructed with waterproof materials and sealed seams, these boots offer superior protection against moisture, ensuring your feet stay dry and cozy even in heavy snow or slush. Whether you're navigating through deep powder or trudging through icy terrain, these boots will keep your feet warm and insulated.
Unyielding Traction for Unpredictable Surfaces
Walking on slippery surfaces can be treacherous, but Storm by Cougar snow boots feature advanced traction systems that provide excellent grip and stability. The specially designed outsoles offer multidirectional lugs, which dig deep into the snow and ice, giving you a secure footing and preventing slips and falls. No matter how challenging the terrain, you can confidently navigate through winter's obstacles.
Comfort That Lasts All Day
Comfort is a top priority when it comes to Storm by Cougar snow boots. The boots are equipped with cushioned insoles that provide exceptional support and shock absorption, reducing fatigue and allowing you to stay on your feet for longer periods. The plush lining adds an extra layer of coziness and warmth, making these boots ideal for extended outdoor activities or casual strolls in the snow.
Durability That Endures
Investing in Storm by Cougar snow boots means investing in long-lasting quality. These boots are crafted with premium materials and superior craftsmanship, ensuring their durability and resilience over time. Whether you're a winter sports enthusiast or simply need reliable footwear for everyday winter wear, Storm by Cougar snow boots are built to withstand the elements year after year.
Style That Defies Winter's Chill
Who says winter gear can't be fashionable? Storm by Cougar snow boots combine functionality with a sleek and modern design. With a variety of styles and colors to choose from, you can find the perfect pair to complement your winter wardrobe. From classic neutrals to bold and vibrant options, these boots will not only keep you warm but also make a statement wherever you go.
Experience the Unbeatable Performance of Storm by Cougar Snow Boots
When it comes to facing the wrath of winter, Storm by Cougar snow boots are your trusted allies. With their unbeatable protection, exceptional traction, all-day comfort, and enduring durability, these boots are designed to surpass your expectations. Don't let winter catch you off guard – equip yourself with Storm by Cougar snow boots and embrace the season in style.
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Ice Fishing Suggestions on Making Ready Yourself for an Ice Fishing Adventure
Are you seeking out a wintry weather interest? How about ice fishing? Ice fishing is an amazing way to get out and enjoy nature's wintry weather beauty, spend time with friends and a circle of relatives, and trap supper whilst you're at it! When you have in no way been ice fishing earlier, there are some things you need to understand before you move. To start with, do your studies.
Talk to other fishermen or visit sporting items save to find out wherein the first-rate vicinity to ice fish to your vicinity. Study what human beings are using for bait and what strategies are running. You may even go out with a guide for the first time.
Having an experienced manual show you the ropes is one of the nice approaches to studying the basics. Plus, they may have all of the gear so you don't must spend a whole lot of money on materials simply if you do not care for the sport.
Following are the 7 ice fishing hints to peer exactly how organized you're to seize the ones fish on your ice fishing journey.
1. Make a list
You’ve got likely heard this before but I’m able to repeat it because it is very essential. Make a listing. Sure, it's miles as simple as that. Primarily based on your past experience with ice fishing you want to develop a listing of substances that you want to take with you on the trip. Things like heaters, seats, and augers are just a couple of objects to be covered on the list. In any case, you do not need to get obtainable and find out you forgot something.
2. Prepare the fishing hollow
After drilling the hollow with an ice auger use a scoop to make sure the hole is smooth of all debris. Whatever is left within the hole like chips or chunks could purpose entanglements and bring about you likely dropping the fish. Ice chips are sharp resulting in your line being severed. So it's far essential to make certain that the fishing hole is kept smooth always.
3. Get dressed appropriately
Bear in mind wherein you are and wherein you're going. Make sure you dress accurately for the bloodless conditions. A down parka and thermal pants are important objects and a good way to hold warm. On your hands, a very good pair of gloves or mitts are known for, and for the feet a warm pair of wintry weather boots. On account that you'll be out on the ice, you need to make sure the boots have a sole a good way to not slip on the ice. You don't need to fall and harm yourself as you'll be some distance from any scientific attention.
4. The bait
You cannot fish without bait and it's far essential that you carry the right bait. Bait that works well for ice fishing includes minnows, wax worms, maggots, and assorted power bait lures. Preserve all your bait separately and for the stay, bait keep them alive by way of using the best ice fishing bait bucket.
5. System
Your fishing gadget including rods and reels are very vital so be prepared to look at and clean them previous to heading out to the lake for an afternoon of fishing. For the ones difficult to attain locations on your rod a Q-tips has been validated to work well in your rods and reels. For the reason that your reel goes to be subject to freezing situations it is beneficial to apply lubricant this is non-freezing.
6. Heating
An important object which you cannot neglect to deliver is a heater. You also are going to want gasoline so as for the heater to generate the warm temperature you want to hold at ease. It's far tough to experience fishing in case you are continuously freezing.
7. Shelters
To guard yourself from the bloodless and the wind it's far first-rate to have a safe haven. State-of-the-art ice fishing shelters aren't that highly-priced and a number of them include their personal sled and can be set up or flipped in a depend of minutes. These portable shelters will break that cold wind and if you have a heater inside the shelter you'll be secure for fishing. With a safe haven, you furthermore may have the gain of it being darkish allowing you to look at the fish beneath the ice.
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