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yourfaveisyanderematic · 5 years

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Date Night

For @meltic-daze, who wanted a Polnareff pining after his S/O! Took a bit of liberty with this one, hope you like it anyway! Congrats on choosing your university!

Your reservations for dinner at the Caprice were at six-thirty that evening, which meant that Jean-Pierre Polnareff had been preparing since well before noon. Everything had to be perfect, after all.

He rose with the sun, enjoying the normal routine: three-mile jog first, cold shower next, finishing with a breakfast of whatever the locals enjoyed (here in Hong Kong that meant egg and satay beef with toast) paired with hot black coffee. By the time eight-thirty found him he almost ready for the day, styling his hair with an attention to detail many would call ‘vanity’. Polnareff preferred to call it discipline; everything in his life had to be attended to in neat and particular detail. Things were at their most beautiful when they fell exactly into place, and today was no exception. He winked at his passing reflection as he stepped outside the hotel room. The day was coming when his mornings wouldn’t be so solitary, he just knew it.

Nine o’clock came and went as the sun overhead turned from mild to overbearing, beating on the crowded pavement. It was a good thing his destination wasn’t a very far walk, even accounting for all the extra scouting he’d have to do. When he finally arrived, double-checking the address against a hastily handwritten note, he couldn’t help but nod in approval.

Caprice must have been doing well; its premises enjoyed the pricey real-estate of the Hong Kong waterfront, giving diners an excellent view of the Victoria Harbor waterfront as they treated themselves to exquisite French cuisine. And they were a Michelin star awardee, three of them! What impeccable taste. He took a moment to indulge in imagining the walk with you here. He could see it now: the brightness of your smile, the flattering cut of your dress, the beautiful figure you’d make as you held his arm…if he found himself grinning like a fool as he snagged a copy of the night’s menu and made for a shaded spot across the road, who could blame him?

All play and no work wouldn’t make for a good evening, though. He thumbed through the menu, mentally referencing what he knew of your likes against Caprice’s offerings for the night. After that, it was another patrol around the block, mapping out the locations of alleys and potential hazards. After that, it was casing Caprice’s premises again, checking on all the entrances and windows. After that, it was waiting for the grocers to come by with the meat and produce needed for the day, to make sure it was all up to par. After that, it was checking the streetlights.

After that, it was making sure he knew where the dumpsters were.

—

Evening came, bringing with it a balmy nighttime breeze and the sense of hopeful anticipation. You didn’t normally go to pricey restaurants like Caprice, but your date insisted on treating you, and it was kind of fun to dress up once in a while.

You gave yourself a critical once-over in the mirror. Were you trying too hard? Was the perfume over the top? Yes or no on the earrings? Was it strange to wear jewelry another man gave you to a date? Maybe—there you go again. You took a deep breath and stopped yourself before you fell into a spiral of self-doubt. Something your friend said about posture came to you…you squared your shoulders and pulled yourself up a little more, trying to project a little more confidence. You looked…fine? The heart-shaped earrings you were trying on gleamed in the light, perfectly accenting the color of your dress.

Yeah, you were keeping them. You reached for your clutch and evening jacket and stepped out the door, sending your date a quick text to let him know you were on your way. He was supposed to meet you there, something your friend had been frowning about, but work kept him busy sometimes—a fact you would have to get used to if this relationship was going to go anywhere—and who died and left Jean-Pierre in charge of what was gentlemanly, anyway?

—

Scott cursed to himself and sped up his pace, dodging around pedestrians not walking quickly enough for him. If he pushed it any faster, he’d be showing up to your dinner disheveled and sweaty, which was embarrassing, but being more than a half hour late was even worse. He squinted at his phone, re-reading your last few texts and tapping out an apology as he rounded another corner, darting through the dark pool of a broken streetlight. He was almost there.

Hey, I’m really sorry, he typed, eyes fixed on his phone, I’m—

Something grabbed him by the neck and pulled, lifting him clean off his feet and dragging him sideways into the waiting mouth of a side street. He slammed against the brick wall with a painful thud, kicking his feet helplessly. Something skittered to the side with the scraping sounds of plastic, and out of the corner of his eye he could see his phone, screen still illuminated with the message he had been trying to send.

“You’ve kept me waiting, you piece of shit.” His attacker’s words were calm and dangerous, emphasized by the sudden increase of pressure on his throat, cutting off his air. What the hell was holding him? His hands swatted at empty air, trying and failing to force whatever was holding him away.

“I don’t—“ Scott wheezed, unsure of what he would have said even if he could complete the sentence. I don’t know what you’re talking about? I don’t have any money?

“You really don’t, do you? You don’t deserve to clean the mud from her shoes, much less enjoy her company.” It was too dark too see much, but the other man was tall, tall enough to be at eye level even with Scott’s feet dangling a good four inches off the ground. His first instinct was to lash out, try to get loose and run away, but he could feel the power in his attacker’s physique as he roughly pinned Scott’s arm to the side and began searching through his pockets.

“It’s dangerous to walk these streets alone, especially after dark. Does her safety matter that little to you? You’d really be careless enough to send her somewhere strange by herself, sitting on your ass until you felt like joining her? You’d dare insult her like that?” Scott felt his wallet and keys leave his pocket still struggling to catch up to what was happening. Was this a mugging after all? Some weird vigilante stunt?

And then the other guy’s fist hit him, squarely in the solar plexus, and a sunrise bloomed behind his eyelids and all Scott could think was oh my god don’t kill me don’t let me die I’m sorry I won’t—

“Mon dieu, listen to you snivel. That was just a love tap.” Contempt dripped from his attacker’s lips, and Scott realized he’d been released, falling to his knees in a limp heap, too busy trying to remember how to breathe to make a run for it. Had he been murmuring those words, that litany of please for mercy? He wheezed.

“You’ve already got my money,” he whispered, hands raised, “you can take my phone—I don’t have anything else—please just let me—“

“Let you go?” The other man repeated, apparently unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. “You mean you aren’t even going to try to fight back?” A car passed the street they were near, briefly offering enough light to see by, and for a single second Scott finally saw the other man’s face. There was something vaguely familiar about him, as if they’d passed each other in the street once before, but what struck Scott most in that instant was his eyes. They were steel-grey, highlighted by sharp cheeks and a striking brow, but utterly without light or pity. They could have belonged to a shark.

And in that moment, with complete and horrible clarity, Scott knew this man planned to kill him.

He took a chance, scrambling to the side and filling his lungs with breath. “H-“

Blood filled his mouth instantly as something pierced his tongue and the flesh of the chin below it, strangling his cry and making him choke. His hands flew to his mouth, a reflexive attempt to staunch the flow and defend against whatever inflicted the agony, but he couldn’t see the blade that stabbed him.

The other man hadn’t even moved.

“I could be a villain. A rapist, a killer, some swine that saw your girl and decided he wanted to have her for himself. And when confronted with this, your instinct is to…grovel? To beg? Would you have thrown her to whoever asked if it meant you could flee with your skin intact?”

Whatever stabbed him was still there, Scott realized, because he couldn’t close his mouth, and something pushed further until a point dug into his throat, just above the clavicle. Writhing in agony didn’t budge it, didn’t do anything, as if the air itself had turned solid and was holding him in place. All he could do was feel the blood trickle down his throat, unable to even cough as it began to flow down his windpipe and into his lungs.

“I won’t waste her time any more than you already have. Goodbye.”

It was with those words in his ears that Scott died, a sword he couldn’t see driving itself even deeper and impaling his heart with surgical precision.

Polnareff took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped away from the body, snatching up the phone before its screen turned off. He’d gotten more worked up than he thought…it wouldn’t do to approach you like this. You might get worried.

With barely a thought he ordered Silver Chariot to get to work, propping open the lid of the nearby dumpster.

—

You were an idiot.

It was impossible to keep a sigh down, rereading your latest message with a heavy feeling in your chest that was something worse than disappointment.

Hey, I’m really sorry, but I can’t do this. It’s not you, it’s me, I swear. Get home safe.

Sure. Sure, okay, Scott. Asshole.

Was there any point in hanging around here, anymore? You could afford the plate, but there was a special kind of humiliation in eating dinner alone when you were supposed to have a date, especially when the waiter kept shooting you sympathetic glances. You raised your hand to ask for the check.

“…oh! Cherie, what a surprise!”

You jumped at the familiar voice. Jean was making his way towards you with a broad grin, ignoring the waitress leading him to his own table. You returned the smile, in spite of yourself.

“Hi, Jean. Wow, you’re eating here tonight, too?”

You hadn’t seen him in a suit before. He cleaned up…well, great, actually. His eyes passed over your face, apparently thinking the same thing about you, and a blush heated your cheeks as you suddenly remembered you were wearing his earrings.

He pressed a hand to his chest, letting the moment pass. “Guilty as charged. It’s nice to have a fine dinner, but nicer still to enjoy it with fine company. You wouldn’t happen to be with anyone tonight, I hope…?”

Scott’s last message was still burned into your mind, and the flare of anger welling up in you made you adventurous enough to take a chance. “Oh, no, that’s not…I mean, not at all! Do you want to sit down?”

His grin got even wider. “Nothing would make me happier, believe me.”

#yandere x reader #yandere polnareff #yandere jjba #by me

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master-sass-blast · 5 years

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The Moments in Our Lives Leading Up ‘Til Now.

This fic is probably the biggest fuck you to my barely coherent timeline for this series.

Like, don’t ask me how the timeline actually works. Don’t ask me how long you and Piotr have been together. Don’t ask me how old either of you are. Don’t ask me anything about it, because I don’t know. That’s too much math and calendar work for me lskdjflskjflkjlsdkjf.

Summary: A series of snapshots as you and Piotr go through the journey of planning your wedding.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Rating: T for language, implied sex, and some references to some very angsty fics.

Set after “Planning Pains,” then continues through and goes after the ending for “You Can Always Go Back Home.”

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @nebulous-leo

The ceremony and reception venue are easy –you both want the wedding to be at Xavier’s, Charles is more than happy to host it, and that takes care of that.

It also settles when the wedding is going to be. The only time the Institute can pull off hosting an event like that is in the summer.

“Man, I don’t know why I was freaking out so badly,” you remark as Piotr pencils in a specific date in an email to Charles. “This is easy.”

Famous.

Last.

Words.

***

Little did you know, there’s a lot of financial work that goes into planning a wedding.

The venue is free –and Charles is an ordained minister who does wedding ceremonies for mutants and other minorities, so that takes care of that fee, too.

Everything else, however…

Well, everything else would be easy if someone weren’t such a stickler for the rules.

“Babe, I’ve got more than enough money in my accounts to give us the wedding we want,” you argue as Piotr tallies up various figures on a piece of paper. “My uncle and Wade have me pretty well set up. There’s no need to do all this… stressing.”

Piotr purses his lips, looking downright annoyed. “I do not want dirty money funding my wedding.”

You do a double take and raise your eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?”

“It is principle.”

“Right. Are you just going to get rid of every gift I’ve ever bought for you on principle, too?”

You can almost see his hackles go up. “It is not same thing.”

“It so is!” you exclaim. “The money isn’t any less ‘dirty’ based on what event it’s funding!”

“So you do not object to concept of ‘murder money’ funding our wedding?”

You shrug. “I mean… if your mom sends any money to help—”

“Do not.” Piotr whirls around in his seat so fast it almost scares you. “My mother had no choice in course of her life!”

“Yeah, well, neither did my uncle!” you retort. “And this is my wedding too, which means I’m paying for at least some of it. So, either way, my ‘dirty,’ ‘infected’ money is going to be all up in our big day. If you didn’t want that, maybe you should’ve thought of that before proposing to me!”

Piotr recoils, almost as though you’d slapped him.

Your mouth hangs open, and for a long moment you wish you could physically suck your words back into your body because, truth or not, there was no need to say that.

Piotr swallows hard, sets his pencil down, and gets up. “I am going for walk. I wish to be alone.”

You purse your lips together and pinch the bridge of your nose as he walks out of your bedroom, closing the door after him. Dammit, Y/N. You and your big mouth.

***

You wake up to someone gently peeling your face off a wooden surface.

You gasp and jerk upright, sending several papers flying in the process. “I’m awake!”

Piotr chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Easy, myshka. It is just me. What…” He carefully picks up one of the pieces of paper, which is covered in rows of failed equations. “What is all this?”

“I grade essays, not math tests,” you groan as you rub your neck.

He kneels next to your chair, looking over all your hard work with an awed expression on his face. “Did you… How long did you do all this?”

“I dunno,” you mumble as you rub at your face. “A long time. Like I said, I’m not good at math.”

“You tried to figure out how to make wedding work on smaller budget,” he says quietly.

“Yeah.” You sigh heavily. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I… I stand by it,” you admit. “But I didn’t say it kindly, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

Piotr kisses the back of your hand gently. “Thank you. And, in all honesty, I was not nice either. I am very sorry, moya lyubov’.”

“It’s okay, babe,” you murmur as you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Look, we can do this on a smaller budget. It’s doable.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “But?”

You sigh. “Honestly… I don’t want to just not chip in on the wedding. But I can’t control where my money’s coming from. And… I don’t want a small wedding. Like, smaller guest list is fine, but I want a fucking blowout. After everything I went through growing up, I want a wedding with all the frills. I want something to look back on and go ‘fuck you, mom and pops, not only did I get married, but I did it in fucking style!’”

Piotr chuckles, the nods. “Alright. ‘Frilly blowout’ it is.”

You blink at him, stunned. “Wait, really?”

“Da. I am certain.”

“But… the money thing…”

“I thought about what you said while I went on walk,” he explains, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. “And… you are right. I did know about your connections well before I proposed, and none of that changed my intentions or desires. And I cannot –should not—punish you for something you cannot control.”

You lean against his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck. “You’re sure you’re okay with it?”

“I am. I had to think it over, but I am.”

“Cool.” You sling your arms around his neck and press a loud, messy kiss against his cheek. “Let’s do this thing, baby. Let’s have a super pretty wedding.”

He chuckles and turns his head so he can kiss you back. “Sounds like plan, dorogoy.”

***

Things come to a temporary halt when you accidentally fall into the cocaine vat.

“I’ve ruined it,” you lament to Piotr one night while you’re still in the hospital. “We’re supposed to be planning our wedding!”

“Easy, myshka,” Piotr murmurs while kissing your forehead. “Wedding things will still be there when this is done. Your only priority for now is to rest.”

You frown –then giggle happily when he kisses your pouting lips.

It’s hard to stay upset with the world’s literal best fiancé by your side.

***

You wake up to the sound of Piotr gently crooning your name and the smell of chocolate chip pancakes.

He brushes your hair away from your face, trailing little kisses from your cheek to your temple. “Dobroye utro, myshka.”

“You were wise to come with food,” you grumble into your pillowcase. The withdrawals are still hitting you hard, meaning that exhaustion is basically your twenty-four-seven existence right now.

“I thought as much.” He helps you sit up, gets the plate situated in your lap, then sits next to you on the bed. “So, I thought we could talk about catering options—”

You whine. “Baby, I told you, I’m too fucking tired to plan anything—”

“Easy, easy,” Piotr soothes you, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “I took liberty of booking Grant for reception catering. I figured you would not be opposed since you had already had his food?”

You blink rapidly. “Uh… I mean, I’m not, but I wanted to help with the menu…”

“I know –which is why I only booked Grant for the date, not with menu,” Piotr explains. “I let him know you had some health problems, and he said since I reached out early enough I could send him final menu later. Then he sent me list of catering options to choose from. I thought we could make menu few items at a time, so you do not get overwhelmed. Does that sound good?”

And, well, it does.

“Okay,” you agree tiredly. “Just… not right now. I just want to eat breakfast.”

Piotr chuckles and nods. “Fair enough.”

***

“Look,” you say, grinning tiredly as Piotr falls onto his side whilst laughing. “Give me one good reason we can’t have chili bacon cheese fries as a side at our wedding!”

“They are disgusting!” Piotr exclaims.

“Blasphemy. How dare you.”

“They are messy,” he continues, ticking off each point on his fingers. “They would be difficult to make for catered event, and they are not on menu offered by Grant.”

“Dammit,” you whisper as you cross the item in question of your list of menu ideas. “Why do you always have to be right?”

Piotr just chuckles, then takes your hand in his and kisses your palm. “Please tell me that not all your ideas are fast food related.”

“I actually picked items from the catering menu, thank you very much. Although—” You look over the guest list again. “How many people do we have to invite again?”

Piotr frowns quizzically. “It… it is not ‘have to’ thing. We can invite as many or few as we wish. Why?”

“Because I want to have the cake to myself.”

Piotr snorts and shakes his head. “I do not think that is entirely possible, but we will make sure you get plenty of cake, myshka.”

“Okay, but like, how much cake?”

“As much as your heart desires,” he says as he leans over to kiss you.

You smile into the kiss. “Sounds perfect.”

***

The pictures in the magazine are taunting you. And if they aren’t, the captions definitely are.

You chuck the flower order magazine off the bed and roll over to take a nap. I’m too tired to deal with this.

***

The groom’s and groomsmen’s suits go easily enough. There’s only a few places Piotr orders clothes from, and they provide formal suit options, so it’s just a matter of getting measurements from everyone –and finding a women’s suit for Ellie, since she’s standing up as his “best man”—and scheduling a date for a fitting to make sure nothing needs to be altered.

Finding bridesmaid’s dresses –especially since Wade is your “maid of honor”—though, let alone a wedding dress…

“Honestly!” you snap as you shove your laptop away from you, disgusted. “What even are these sizes?”

“Shop in store,” Kitty says as she leans over the back of the couch so she can peer at the screen over your shoulder. “Considering you’re not familiar with industry or international sizing, it’s not worth the hassle to shop online. That, and you’ll have a better idea of how it looks on you.”

You nod slowly as you mull the suggestion over. “That’s… that’s a good idea.”

“Well, duh,” Kitty says as she twirls a lock of hair around her finger. “Oh, and take Neena with you. The part of the fashion industry that makes clothing for women is absolutely sadistic; you’ll need all the luck you can get.”

You exchange a fist bump with the teen. “Absolutely.”

***

You stare at your laptop screen, switching from tab to tab almost mindlessly, rhythmically. Your eyes aren’t even processing what’s on the screen at this point; it’s just a wash of colors and shapes and styles…

You inhale suddenly and close your laptop, quickly setting it away from you.

Flower choices can wait until another day.

***

“I don’t care.”

“Myshka—”

“I literally don’t care!” You flop face first onto your bed, sending invitation samples flying. “I’m totally apathetic! Just pick something you like and I’ll go with it! You’ve got good taste, I trust you!”

Piotr presses his fist against his mouth to hide an endeared smile. “This is your wedding as well, moya lyubov’. You should have say in invitation style.”

You give him an unamused, exhausted look. “Babe. I’m beat. You’re picking the invitations.”

He laughs at that, conceding with a nod as he leans over and kisses you. “As you insist, myshka.”

***

Shopping, admittedly, has never been your strong suit. You feel like you have a decent sense of style, but trying on garment after garment after garment just gets exhausting and makes your eyes cross after a bit.

You blanch as you eye the impressive, sleek storefront. “We’re sure I can’t just get married in some jeans and nice shirt, right?”

“Absolutely not!” Kitty declares.

You’d invited her along –in addition to Neena, Ellie, Yukio, and Alex and Illyana, who’d teleported over from Russia at your invitation—upon realizing the teen had a strong grasp on fashion and style. You’d been certain that her know-how with the industry would come in handy—

But right now, since she’s currently marching you into the dress store, you’re wondering if your choice is going to bite you in the ass or not.

The inside of the store is just as intimidating as the outside, if not more so. The attendants are all dressed and styled impeccably, and the perfectly polished floor gleams under the overhead lights.

You get set up with one of the attendants and go through what you want –something you can move in, something you don’t have to worry about your tits falling out of, something reasonably comfortable—and then Kitty and the attendant go back and forth for at least ten minutes about different cuts and fabrics that would suit you before the attendant takes you back to a dressing room and grabs a few different dresses in your size and price range.

The first one flat out doesn’t fit. You don’t even bother to walk out and show the others, since the attendant can’t even get it around your hips properly.

“I thought this was in my size,” you lament as she puts the dress back in its protective bag.

“Different designers and cuts lead to size fluctuation,” she reassures you as she reaches for the second dress. “I think this one will suit you better.”

The second dress does fit –small victories.

You eye your reflection, taking in the dress and how it sits on you. “It’s alright. What do you think?”

“I think it flatters your shoulders and chest pretty well,” the attendant says. “Let’s show everyone else.”

Kitty, however, naysays it as soon as you walk out of the dressing room. “Nope. Absolutely not. No way.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Do I look that bad?”

“You’re not smiling,” Kitty says, as though it’s the most important thing in the world. “Your wedding dress should at least make you smile.”

“I think it fits her fine,” Yukio comments as she looks you over.

“It fits her just fine, but this is her wedding dress,” Kitty fires back. “She should feel like a princess that’s walking on air. She should be glowing from the inside out because she feels completely and utterly confident in it. She should be smiling like she just got a coupon for an entire free cake from the grocery store and it’s being presented to her by a Golden Retriever and Anne Hathaway.” She waves her hand at you, shooing you back towards the dressing room. “That’s not it. Go try on another one.”

And so it goes. You try on dress after dress, all of which are perfectly stylish and fit you well enough, but none of which make you feel like you’re “dazzling,” or “sublime,” or any of the other words Kitty throws out.

“This is her wedding,” Ellie snaps when Kitty turns down yet another gown. “You can’t call all the shots!”

“I’m not,” Kitty argues. “But it’s clear she’s not feeling any of them. She shouldn’t get married in a dress she doesn’t absolutely love!”

“Yeah, but if you keep making her doubt every dress she comes out in, she’s not going to love any of them!”

“I’m not—”

Illyana gently squeezes Kitty’s hand before she can get into an argument with Ellie. “Easy, Katya. You have been… dominating.”

“I’m a Leo,” Kitty says as she tosses her hair. “I’m naturally charismatic.”

Ellie mutters something to Yukio that makes the other girl snort and clap a hand over her mouth.

“How about only a few more,” Alexandra speaks up, quelling the disagreement. “And then we can go for lunch and head home. No sense in going all day.”

“We should be fine,” Neena says as you turn to head back to the dressing room. “I’ve got a good feeling about this next dress.”

The attendant steps out of the dressing room after she unzips you. “I’ll be right back; I’m going to get a different dress. I’ve got something in mind now that I’ve seen which styles you gravitate towards and which you don’t.” She comes back a couple minutes later, dress in hand, and helps you get into it and—

Oh.

The attendant grins when you beam. “There we go. I think this one’s our winner. Let’s go show everyone else.”

Kitty immediately cheers when you walk out. “Yes!” She stands up and claps her hands, completely uncaring –and probably oblivious to—the glances she garners. “That’s it! That’s the one!”

Ellie smiles, nodding grudgingly. “Yeah. That one’s it.”

You grin as you twirl around, soaking in everyone else’s coos of delight and approval. Dress: done.

***

“We really should aim for a house,” you say as you scan yet another sample lease agreement. “Most of the apartments we want don’t even rent to mutants.”

You and Piotr are set up in the dining room, papers strewn across the table top as you work out your future living arrangements. Piotr’s working on calculating out various financial aspects of the whole ‘find a new place’ prospect, while you’re scanning different lease agreements and mortgage deals for unexpected catches. Neither of you want to live in the mansion full time once you’re married; you want privacy from everyone else, a space you can both totally customize—

But that means dealing with a lot of money and middlemen, which is generally where this whole thing is going to shit.

“We may have problem,” Piotr mumbles has he checks a set of figures on his calculator. “Buying house is not exactly cheap –and we cannot afford to not do things completely above board.”

You nod. “No, I agree. My finances are definitely out since I can’t really account where they’re coming from.”

“Why do you need to account where your finances are coming from?” Nathan asks as he pokes his head into the dining room. He takes a sip from his mug of coffee. “Is there some sort of legal hang up with the marriage?”

You shake your head. “Finding a place to live. It’s all shaping up to be a big fat mess.”

“Then don’t find a place just yet,” Nathan says with a casual shrug. “Look, the two of you are already planning and investing in a wedding. Get that off your plate, spend some time saving and making sure you won’t get dicked over legally, and then get a place when you don’t have a wedding staring you down.”

Piotr quirks his mouth to the side as he looks over at you. “It is not bad idea.”

“Fine by me,” you say as you start stacking up the sea of papers. “I’m happy to have one less thing to do.”

***

Neena’s mouth curves into a smirk. “So… what do you need me for?”

“I’m trying to pick out the flowers for my wedding stuff,” you say, only half-succeeding in not sounding completely and utterly desperate.

“And you’re hoping that my lucky powers will help you make a choice?” she surmises. She chuckles when you shoot her a fully desperate look and nods at the laptop. “Go for it. I want to see if it works.”

***

Everything comes to a stop when you’re kidnapped –and stays stopped even after you’re rescued.

Piotr merely kisses your forehead whenever you worry over the lack of progress on the wedding planning and tells you that your only priority is getting and feeling better.

Regardless of your marital status or planning progress, you’re home. That’s all that really matters.

***

“Do you have anything planned for your honeymoon yet?” your uncle asks one morning.

You and Piotr both blink simultaneously.

“We had discussed a few options,” Piotr says slowly after exchanging a glance with you. “But we had not made any final decisions or reservations as of yet.”

“If it’s alright with you two, I’d like to cover your honeymoon costs,” your uncle offers, fingers drumming restlessly against his coffee mug. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make the wedding because of everything… and… yeah. I’d like to do that for you two.”

“Okay,” you say after exchanging a long look with Piotr. “Thank you. We really appreciate it.”

The corner of your uncle’s mouth turns up in a sad smile, and he quickly takes a sip of his coffee before it can turn into a frown. “Obviously, you two can always tell me where you want to go and I’ll make it happen, but… I was thinking maybe a trip to Disneyworld?”

You grin –you’ve never been to Disneyworld, and it honestly sounds like fun—but Piotr’s eyes go wider than a set of saucers and he sucks in a breath like a kid seeing all their presents under the tree on Christmas day.

Your uncle chuckles. “I take it Disneyworld is a good idea?”

You nod, smiling, as you watch Piotr grin broadly at the prospect of visiting the famed park. “I’d call it a plan.”

***

There’s only one upside to the whole kidnapping debacle with your parents: you already have lawyers on retainer when you need to change your name and add Piotr to the restraining order, since he’ll be your spouse and you don’t want anyone from your past getting any closer to him than they would you.

Matt, Foggy, and Karen –as with the restraining order situation—are a dream to work with. They keep everything straightforward and professional (and make sure no uppity license issuers try to deny the two of you any of the paperwork just because you’re mutants).

There is, though, something extra special about seeing your name change from Y/N L/N to Y/N Rasputin. Even though the ceremony still needs to happen, you’re legally bound to each other.

You grin at Piotr as you leave the courthouse. “Want to head back and start the honeymoon early?”

He laughs and grins back. “Why not.”

***

“What are we going to do for rings?” you ask one night, while you’re snuggled up next to Piotr in bed. It’s the middle of fall, which means you’re finally feeling chilled at night if you’re not taking full advantage of your fiancé’s extra warmth.

Not that he’s complaining, mind you.

“I mean, it probably won’t be too hard to find something for me,” you continue, reaching over to pick up one of Piotr’s hands. “But you’ve got some serious mitts, hon. That, and I don’t know if we can get a ring that’ll take you armoring up.”

“I have been thinking about this,” Piotr says, chuckling as you play with his fingers. “I would still like ring of my own, even if I have to get it fixed or replaced every now and then… but I was also thinking of getting tattoo, so I have a ‘ring’ even if I am not wearing one.”

“I mean, you can do that if you want,” you say with a shrug. “It’s on the finger, though, so it’s going to hurt more. And it’ll fade faster.”

“I do not mind pain,” Piotr says as he pulls your closer to him so he can kiss you. “And I would not want something complex, nor would I mind having to touch it up from time to time.”

“Alright.” You kiss his cheek, then giggle and ruffle his hair playfully. “Look at you, getting a tattoo! You’re becoming quite the rebel, mister!”

“You already knew I wanted to get work done.”

You press your finger against his lips briefly before going back to playing with his hair. “Shush. Let me have my moment.”

Piotr chuckles and catches your hand before you can make an absolute mess of his hair. “It would seem you have rubbed off on me, myshka.”

“I would hope so.” You grin, then teasingly rock your hips against his thigh. “I also like to rub on you, if you know what I mean.”

Piotr rolls his eyes, but then he’s kissing you and positioning the two of you so you’re on your back and he’s braced on his arms above you, and—

Yeah, you’re rubbing off –and on—him alright.

***

“I’m making the questions hard. You’ve known me for how long now? I can’t just lob you a bunch of slowballs.”

Piotr snorts and pauses to kiss the top of your head as the two of stroll about the Institute’s sprawling grounds. “Do what you must, myshka.”

“You better get them right,” you tease him further, grinning up at him. “It’s gonna look bad if we’re getting married and you don’t even know me.”

Piotr winks at you. “Worry not, dorogoy. I am confident in my success.”

“Good. Also, just a heads up, I’m pretty sure Mikhail’s gonna try to get at least five hundred dollars out of you for the payment part of it.” You giggle when your fiancé rolls his eyes and groans and squeeze his hand reassuringly. “Relax, babe. Your mom put a stop to it before he got too far with the concept.” When Piotr doesn’t stop grumbling under his breath, you tug on his hand and flash him a dazzling smile. “Hey. We’re gonna be married in two months.”

Piotr grins back, equally as bright. “That we are.”

You roll up onto the tips of your toes as he bends down to kiss you—

It’s just as wonderful as every other time you’ve kissed him.

Life is going to be amazing.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #this is probably a mess as far as the timeline goes but oops oh well what else can ya do?#lots of fluff #and just... lots of tie ins to other fics i'm so sorry #like legit the timeline for the CHC is a mess right now #am i going to fix it?#probably not no lskdfjlskdjflksdjlfj #ooooooops #x men fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction

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SUMMARY: Cassian can honestly say that he hadn't imagined how he and Jyn might get engaged someday. He just didn't think they were there yet. But even if he'd imagined the weirdest scenario possible, he feels pretty confident in saying he never could have predicted the proposal would involve the phrase "insider trading". [AKA Jyn and Cassian and a little bit of season 3 of The Newsroom]

A/N: Another day, another installment of The Newsroom AU. But seriously, I think the series is done after this, for sure. I actually wrote this for my dear @taxicabsandcupcakes for her birthday celebration! She’s the best and she’s my favorite person to talk about writing (and basically anything else) with. Happy birthday, my dear!

Jyn has been perusing her menu in almost complete silence—with the exception of the sound her butter knife is making as she taps it against an empty plate—for going on five minutes when Cassian finally snaps.

“Jyn,” he says, suddenly enough that she actually startles, “what is the matter?”

“Nothing,” she replies, too casually. “Have you decided what you want yet?”

“I’m still thinking it over. Am I holding you up?”

“Take your time,” she says, waving a hand at him but not quite making eye contact.

Cassian sighs and reaches across the table for her hand, which just makes her look at him in alarm, but at least she’s looking at him. “I thought we agreed not to let this ruin our entire day,” he says, quietly.

“It’s just—” Jyn starts to say, before cutting herself off with a frustrated noise. “The last time we had an emergency staff meeting was when we had to retract Scarif.”

“I know. But the bright side is, there’s no way this meeting can be worse than that one.”

“Are you sure about that?” She asks, seriously, and the truth is, he isn’t.

They’d both gotten an email from Mon this morning, addressed to the entire news division, asking them all to attend an emergency staff meeting at 1:30. This would have been concerning enough even if it hadn’t been followed by an immediate group text message from Leia to most of the senior staff, asking them to check their emails, but the text really pushed the situation into a new level of stress. Clearly, everything was not alright.

It didn’t make for an auspicious start to their Saturday, especially when he and Jyn had barely seen each other all week and were supposed to be making up for that lost time. He’d spent more time at his own apartment in Queens this week than he had in months, because they had each been working crazy hours chasing down sources for rapidly developing stories and, even though it would have been easier to crash at Jyn’s place, he didn’t want her to feel like he was just using her for her conveniently-located Midtown apartment. Barely a year ago, he would have said he couldn’t imagine living in Manhattan; he likes to think the physical distance between him and the office helps create some semblance of work-life balance. But this week—and much longer than that, if he’s being completely honest—he’s been trying to figure out how to broach the subject of their living situation with Jyn. Because he’s, quite frankly, of living without her.

Today was supposed to be their chance to finally spend time together, leave the insanity of the office behind, and maybe actually have that discussion, but Mon’s email had successfully ruined any chance of that happening. It would be a bad time to bring up a subject that might stress Jyn out even more, so Cassian is just trying to salvage any of the relaxation they had planned. They still have a few hours before the meeting, after all, but putting it out of their minds is proving more difficult than they’d hoped.

“I don’t know,” he says, once he’s thought about it. “But I know that if Mon were at liberty to tell us what’s going on, she would have done it already.”

“And that doesn’t worry you at all? That she hasn’t told us anything?”

“Of course it worries me. But I can worry and have a meal with my beautiful girlfriend who I’ve hardly seen at all this week at the same time,” he says. “I’m capable of multitasking.”

Jyn smiles at that, somewhat reluctantly. “I know you are,” she says, looking down at her menu again. “I’ve had sex with you, remember? It was, like, an hour ago?”

Cassian squeezes her hand that he’s still holding once before letting go. “Keep it PG,” he says, under his breath. “We’re in public.”

“Sorry, honey,” Jyn replies, but she laughs when she says it, so she’s clearly not that sorry.

He takes the opportunity, while she’s distracted reading her menu again, to really look at her, in the way she never allows him to when she’s paying attention. Her hair is still damp from the shower they’d taken that morning—Mon’s email had forced them to speed up their morning plans and Jyn had insisted that showering together would make things go faster, which Cassian didn’t think was true but he also wasn’t going to argue about it—and curling a little at the ends, which reach about to her chin. It’s so rare for her to wear her hair down instead of pulling it back and it’s taking a lot of self-control on Cassian’s part not to reach across and run his fingers through it, for all it would be a crazy thing to do when they’re at a restaurant. He catches himself wishing they were seated at a booth, so he could do it inconspicuously, and then realizes, with considerable horror, that he’s becoming one of those people who wants to sit on the same side of the booth as his date and when exactly did that transformation happen?

Jyn tilts her head as she’s reading and brushes a lock of hair out of her face, giving him a better look at the freckles that have appeared on the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks and forehead since she went to Leia’s bachelorette weekend in the Hamptons and got too much sun. She’d shown up at his apartment the Sunday night she got back, not even stopping at her place first in her hurry to see him, and tried to smack his hand away when, later in his bed, he’d attempted to count all the freckles she’d gotten that weekend. She didn’t stop him, though, when he kissed all the ones on her shoulders and he told her she could still taste the sun on her skin. He can see them now, too, thanks to the cut of her dress and he wants to do the same thing, but again, they’re in a restaurant.

“I can feel you staring at me,” Jyn says, without looking away from her menu.

“I’m not staring at you. I’m gazing at you. Lovingly. It’s different.”

“Idiot,” she says, shaking her head and finally looking up. There’s a faint blush on her cheeks now too, which Cassian takes as a sign of victory. “You’re supposed to be deciding what you want.”

“I know what I want.”

“I meant, to eat,” Jyn says, and then cringes. “For breakfast. I mean—you said—what happened to keeping things PG?”

“Sorry,” he says, laughing as he takes her hand again and kisses her knuckles. “You know how I get when you blush.”

“I’m not blushing!”

“My mistake. Must be the lighting in here.”

“You know, the waitress is going to come back any minute now and you’re going to have to be that jerk who asks for another few minutes to look over the menu and then she won’t come back for another twenty minutes and we will starve to death,” Jyn says, petulantly.

“Okay, okay,” Cassian responds, consolingly. “I’m deciding, I promise.”

“Good.”

“What are you getting?”

“Oh, um,” Jyn says, sounding odd. “Uh, I was just thinking I would maybe get their fruit salad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just something light, you know?”

Cassian watches her suspiciously. “You’ve been wanting to try this place all week...for their fruit salad?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it’s, uh, really good,” Jyn says, looking anywhere but at him.

“Really? People everywhere are raving about this place’s fruit salad? Like it’s their big recommendation for brunch here?”

“It comes with organic yogurt,” she says, reading from the menu. “Where else are you going to get that?”

“Anywhere else,” Cassian replies, unimpressed. “We could have gotten breakfast at a bodega if that’s all you wanted. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I’m just not that hungry,” Jyn says, shrugging in a way that tells him immediately that she’s lying.

“You went for a six-mile run this morning, Jyn. Please eat something with actual protein in it.”

“Yogurt has protein!”

“Jyn, come on,” he says, seriously. “What’s wrong?”

She sighs dramatically and then reaches for her phone. After a few seconds of searching, she hands it over to him to read what’s on the screen. It’s an article from some trashy gossip site Cassian’s never even heard of that’s just a collection of celebrity baby bump sightings and, after he’s scrolled through a few of them in confusion, suddenly he sees what Jyn is upset about.

“This better not be your way of telling me you’re pregnant,” he says, gesturing at her with the phone.

Jyn reaches out and snatches it back. “Of course not!”

“So, what’s the problem?”

“The problem is I apparently look pregnant enough that this site published that article with pictures of me in it!”

“In their defense, they did say that there had been no confirmation from your people about the matter,” Cassian says, and gets a scowl for his trouble.

“I don’t have ‘people’! It’s just me, and I’m not pregnant!”

“So what? You’re not going to eat now?”

Jyn shrugs. “I’m just trying to lose a few pounds.”

“From where?” He asks, more indignant about this than he realized. “Jyn, it’s a grainy photograph taken from a distance and at a very weird angle. You do not look pregnant and, even if you did, you don’t need to lose weight. And I’m not just saying that to placate you, as the theoretical father of your non-existent baby. Unless there’s someone else.”

Jyn laughs and rolls her eyes simultaneously, which is her trademark move when he’s successfully made her feel better about something but she’s not ready to admit it yet. “Of course not,” she says. “You’re the only person who could hypothetically impregnate me.”

“Thank God.”

“It’s just—” Jyn starts to say, but hesitates and reconsiders. “I’ve been in the gossip pages a lot lately, and it’s stressing me out.”

“That’s understandable,” Cassian says, nodding. “But maybe, in the future, just complain to me about it, and I’ll let you know that it’s all bullshit?”

“What if it isn’t bullshit?” She asks, as she puts her phone away. “What if I show you an article from one of these sites and it’s true?”

“Then I assume that there will also be pigs flying through the skies and the apocalypse will be near, so I think we’ll have bigger issues to worry about than you wearing something unflattering in a gossip column.”

Jyn scrunches up her nose. “You thought the dress was unflattering?”

“Come on!”

“I bought it that morning because I forgot to bring a change of clothes to your place! My options were limited to what I could find at Nordstrom in a hurry before work!”

“I always think you look great,” Cassian says, taking her hand again briefly.

“And that’s why you can’t be trusted,” Jyn says, pointing at him emphatically. “You’re blinded by lust!”

He laughs at that, surprised. “Is that so?”

“Yes! I bet our waitress has seen the article, and when I order waffles with a side of bacon, she’ll think it’s a pregnancy craving!”

“Or she will think, ‘this woman is at a restaurant for brunch and her order seems totally normal, under those circumstances,’” Cassian says.

“It’s too risky. It’s much safer to just order the fruit salad and suffer,” Jyn says, closing her menu as if to close the discussion.

Cassian sighs, frustrated. “Do you want me to act like a douchebag boyfriend and order for you?” He asks. “That way she’ll judge me and not your order?”

“You’d do that for me?” Jyn asks, eyes bright.

“Anything for the mother of my fictitious child,” he says, closing his menu too.

“I love you a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

Their waitress appears a moment later, as if she’s been waiting for them to put aside their menus before she approached them again. Cassian didn’t get the vibe from her that she recognized Jyn when they first sat down but she seems a little more nervous now, so it’s possible one of her co-workers said something to her while they were figuring out their orders. If she finds it weird or patronizing that Cassian orders for himself and for Jyn, she hides it well, which either means it’s not that odd, or she’s a seasoned professional who is used to hiding her true feelings about her customer’s choices. Whichever it is, she takes their order and departs without any apparent judgement of Jyn’s eating habits, for which Cassian is eternally grateful.

While they wait for their food, they talk about their week at work, catching each other up on everything that happened behind the scenes of their respective shows. Cassian would have thought one of the advantages of dating someone he works with would be seeing them as much as he wanted, but he and Jyn have whole days at ACN where they don’t actually see each other at all, not even in passing. He doesn’t really worry that they’d get sick of each other if they spent all their time at ACN together—at least, he doesn’t worry that he would get sick of Jyn—but it is nice to still be able to talk about their work when it’s just the two of them, away from everyone else. He wouldn’t know what to do if Jyn insisted on leaving their work at the office each night and he’s relieved he doesn’t have to find out. They’re both intense and passionate about their jobs in a way that not everyone would find charming or easy to deal with, and it’s nice to be with someone who gets it, who gets him.

When their food arrives, Jyn is in the middle of a story about fighting with Kay over a story from the Wednesday edition of Market Wrap-Up and Cassian is reminded of something.

“Before I forget,” he says, as their waitress departs, “I wanted to tell you I took your advice.”

“About what?”

“The Sprint stock. You were talking about it being a good buy earlier this week, and I bought a few shares.”

“You did?” Jyn asks, looking stunned.

“Yeah. You made me like two hundred dollars.”

“I wasn’t giving you advice,” Jyn says, leaning across the table and speaking to him urgently under her breath.

Cassian looks around in bewilderment, wondering what’s gotten into her. “What do you mean? You went on Market Wrap-Up that same afternoon and told your viewers it was a good stock to buy!”

“Mmm-hmm,” Jyn says, leaning back. “And when did you buy the stocks? Before my show or after?”

“Uh, before.”

“Great! So you bought the stocks with information from the early forecast that I gave you before it was public knowledge?”

“I guess so…?”

“Excellent!” Jyn picks up her glass, as though to toast him. “Congratulations, that’s called insider trading! We’re white collar criminals now!”

Cassian just blinks at her in response. “That’s not what insider trading is,” he says, without any conviction. “Is it?”

Jyn just looks at him like he’s a moron, which he might very well be. “If for some reason the SEC started looking into your trading history, they could pick up a clear pattern, tie it back to the fact that you’re in a relationship with me, a person who gets information about publicly-traded companies before the general public does, and yes, that would be considered insider trading.”

“Well, I didn’t know I couldn’t use the information until after you told everyone else about it,” Cassian says, putting his head in his hands. “How was I supposed to know that?!”

“Because it’s fucking obvious!”

“Maybe to you,” he says, miserably. “I thought you were telling me for a reason.”

“Not so you could make extra money on the stock market,” Jyn shouts, and then makes a face when she realizes how loud it was. “I was just having a casual conversation with my boyfriend about work.”

“I’m sorry, okay? From now on, I won’t listen when you talk,” Cassian says, and Jyn glares at him. “That came out wrong. I just won’t buy any more stocks on your advice.”

“Are you sure this is the first time you’ve done this?” She asks. In thinking it over, he clearly takes too long to respond, because Jyn curses under her breath.

“It’s not like I’m making billions here, Jyn,” he finally says. “Why would the SEC investigate me?”

“I don’t know! Maybe because you’re dating one of the most prominent financial journalists in the country!”

“Okay, relax,” he says, holding out his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “We have to go to ACN this afternoon for this meeting anyway. While we’re there, we can just ask legal if we’re in violation of any laws. It’ll be no big deal.”

“We should get married,” Jyn says, suddenly, suggesting she hasn’t been listening to his speech at all.

Cassian is almost certain it takes him a full minute to respond, which he mostly blames on the rushing noise in his ears making it hard to think. “I’m sorry, what?” He asks, weakly.

“We should get married,” she repeats, as if he’s terribly slow. “So we can’t be forced to testify against each other in court.”

“I—that’s why you want to get married?”

“Well, if it’s a choice between that and going to prison, then yes.”

Cassian runs a hand over his face, as if that will magically clear his head of all of the thoughts warring for his attention at the moment. How did they even get here?

“I’m glad that on a list of things you might have to do someday,” he says, carefully, “marrying me outranks going to prison, if only just barely.”

Jyn blinks at him for a moment before realization dawns on her face. “That’s not what I meant,” she says. “Besides, you’re the one who hasn’t said anything.”

“What?!”

“I asked you to marry me and all you’ve done is ask me questions,” Jyn says, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. “So, if anyone here doesn’t want to get married, it’s you.”

“I never said that,” Cassian fires back, but Jyn remains unimpressed. “I just—are you actually proposing?”

“No! Not now that I know how you’ll react!”

Cassian can feel tension pooling in his forehead and he’s surely going to have a headache in a matter of moments. “I’m going to get the check,” he says, rising out of his seat, but Jyn catches him by the arm before he can get anywhere.

“No,” she says, pulling him back to the table. “I’m starving and I know this is meeting is going to suck, so I’m going to sit here and eat my feelings in preparation for it. And I’m not doing it alone.”

“Fine,” Cassian says, dropping back into his seat dramatically. “What do we—?”

Jyn holds up her knife to silence him. “We don’t have to talk,” she says, and proceeds to eat her waffles without so much as looking at him.

They finish the rest of their meal in silence, waiting until they’ve paid their tab and left the restaurant before they say anything more to each other. They’re standing on the sidewalk out front, and Cassian can tell Jyn feels just as unsure as he does in this moment.

“So, what are we doing?” He finally asks, when the awkwardness becomes unbearable. “Should we—?”

“Are you serious right now?!” Jyn shouts. “You want to have this out in public? Where anyone could hear us?”

Cassian turns, mid-way through Jyn’s tirade, and heads for the side of the road.

“You’re not seriously walking away from me while we’re having a fight, are you?” She asks, and she still sounds furious but her eyes betray the worry underneath it.

Cassian holds an arm out in the direction of the road. “I’m hailing a cab,” he says, calmly. “I was going to ask if you wanted to walk to ACN but you seem upset, so I thought we’d just take a cab there.”

“Oh,” Jyn says, softly. “Well, fine.”

A cab pulls up at that moment, and Cassian opens the door, gesturing for Jyn to get in and then following her inside. He gives the driver the address and settles in. It’s only a five minute ride at the most, but Jyn spends it squished into her corner of the backseat, resolutely ignoring him. Cassian would be more upset about it if the alternative didn’t involve them having a screaming fight in front of a cab driver, which he definitely doesn’t want, so he tolerates the silent treatment until they get to the ACN building.

He gets out first and goes to the front passenger door to pay the driver, while Jyn gets out too. Cassian turns around when he’s finished paying, only to find Jyn already several feet ahead of him, making a beeline for the front entrance of the building. He jogs to catch up with her—she can really move when she’s angry—but he resists the impulse to take her hand in his own. It’s a bad idea not only because they’re going into the office right now—and they do normally try to be discreet at work—but also because Jyn usually needs space when she’s upset. It’s almost like she can’t process her feelings if he’s trying to comfort her by touching her. He wants nothing more in the world than to pull her close and be reassured himself that this is just some silly argument, but it’s not just about him and what he needs right now. So he settles for walking into the lobby of the building by her side and sneaking glances at her, trying to ascertain her mood at the moment.

After a second, she turns to glare at him. “What did I say about staring at me?” she asks, sharply.

“I’m not. I’m just—”

“Gazing?” She suggests, and there's no missing the sarcasm in her tone. “Lovingly?”

“I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on, Jyn,” he says, ignoring the jab at him.

“Nothing is going on,” she says, as she swipes her card to let them past security. “We’re just two pals, having a casual, fun time together.”

“Oh, is that what we are?”

“Yep,” Jyn replies, stretching the word out to ridiculous proportions.

She then presses the button to call the elevator with more force than is probably necessary. The doors open immediately, and they both get on and stand in opposite corners, not looking at each other.

“Just two buddies, who have casual sex and share stock tips and who aren’t getting married,” she continues, almost to herself.

Cassian looks at the ceiling, trying to rein in his frustration. “I thought you said I couldn’t use the stock tips!”

“Well, how about the sex?!”

The elevator doors, which were in the process of closing, jerk to a stop as someone sticks an arm into the elevator. The doors part all the way to reveal Bodhi, waiting to board and looking extremely uncomfortable. He clears his throat awkwardly and steps onto the elevator, taking the only spot that is available to him, standing between Cassian and Jyn. He leans forward to press the button for the fifth floor.

“You know you’ve got to hit the button for it to go anywhere, right?” He asks, looking back and forth between the two of them. Jyn looks resolutely ahead of her, refusing to make eye contact and leaving Cassian to respond.

“I always forget to do that,” he says, trying to sound conversational and pleasant.

Bodhi nods in response but says nothing. The elevator starts to move, even as its occupants remain silent.

“I don’t know what you heard—” Cassian starts to say, but Bodhi cuts him off with a wave of his hand.

“Nothing,” he says, not looking at Cassian. “I heard absolutely nothing.”

“Okay,” Cassian agrees, nodding. They don’t have to talk about it. That’s fine. That’s perfect. “Because whatever you might have heard—”

“Cassian,” Jyn snaps, from Bodhi’s other side. “He said he didn’t hear anything.”

“I know,” he says. “I understand.”

“Good,” she says, going back to staring into the distance.

A moment passes in silence, but Cassian can’t stop himself from saying, “I’m just trying to say that, if he did hear anything just now, well, it would be great to keep it between us, you know?”

Both Bodhi and Jyn turn to look at him as if he’s lost his mind, but he can’t help it. He keeps talking, leaning over to get closer to Bodhi.

“We try to keep this—our personal lives—out of the office. You understand that, right?”

Bodhi nods patronizingly at him. “Sure,” he says. “I mean, literally everyone knows, but—”

“Sorry, what?” Jyn asks.

“Everyone knows,” Bodhi says, calmly. “About you two. It’s not a secret.”

“There’s no way that everyone knows,” Cassian says, feeling somewhat horrified.

“I mean, I guess there’s maybe, theoretically speaking, somebody who doesn’t. One of the janitors, maybe,” Bodhi says, with a shrug. “But pretty much everyone knows, yeah.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I mean...you two are not subtle,” Bodhi replies, easily. “Kay texts me to complain about it all the time.”

“He does?” Jyn asks, annoyed.

“Uh, yeah.”

“And what do you say?”

“Nothing,” Bodhi says, too quickly, holding up his hands defensively in a way that makes it obvious he’s lying. “I think you two are great together. I just don’t want to get involved.”

Luckily for Bodhi, the elevator reaches their floor at that moment and he ducks out as soon as the doors open. Jyn goes to follow him but Cassian stops her with a hand on her elbow before she can leave the elevator bay. She turns around to look at him, but her expression is still closed off, as if she doesn’t really want to have this conversation.

“Just listen to me for one minute,” he says, when he’s sure Bodhi is gone. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted at the restaurant, okay? I understand why you’re upset.” He takes a deep breath, to keep his voice steady. “But I just couldn’t imagine us getting engaged without you meeting my mother first.”

Jyn’s eyes widen in alarm, but she doesn’t say anything in response, so Cassian continues. “It’s just that she’d be so upset if she didn’t meet the woman I was going to marry with enough time before the wedding to really get to know you, and I just didn’t know how to say that, in the moment.”

He watches her carefully, trying to keep a straight face while Jyn visibly starts to panic. He manages well enough for about twenty seconds, but he can feel the corners of his mouth turning up even as he tries not to smile, and then Jyn’s face clears as she realizes what’s happening.

“You asshole!” She shouts, looking away from him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jyn,” he says, feigning sincerity. “Did I just throw something extremely intimidating at you without warning? Are you maybe not ready to meet my mother right now, at this stage of our relationship?”

“That sucked,” Jyn says, pointing a finger at him. “I can’t believe you just did that to me.”

“How was that any different than that little test you gave me at the restaurant?” Cassian asks.

“Because mine wasn’t supposed to be a test! I was just—”

“Genuinely asking me to marry you?”

“No! Of course not! I was just—“

Cassian doesn’t get to find out, then, what Jyn was just doing, because Bodhi comes back around the corner into the elevator bay from the ACN offices in a hurry.

“You both need to come to the conference room, right away,” he says, and there’s no levity or friendliness whatsoever in his tone. He looks terrified. “Like, right now!”

Jyn looks back at Cassian, a million questions written over her face, and he inclines his head in the direction of Bodhi and their offices and whatever the hell is going on. They can figure their shit out later, he thinks, hoping she somehow gets that just from his expression. She nods, in comprehension, and even in the middle of a fight, he’s relieved at how well they can read each other. As they follow Bodhi and head afor the conference room, Cassian puts his hand on Jyn’s back, to guide her and to steady himself, and she doesn’t pull away.

————

Something like six hours and an attempted FBI raid of the newsroom later, Cassian walks out of a meeting with Draven and Mon with a mercifully receding headache and some papers he needs to put on his desk for Monday before he can go home. He’s not sure how he’s going to relax and take his mind off of work for the evening once he leaves—it’s not every day that one of the junior staffers violates the Espionage Act and has to flee the country—but that’s what he was told to do by Mon. She claims she and Leia and Han, along with their legal department, are dealing with it and that the rest of the staff should get some rest and prepare themselves for next week, which is sure to be a shitshow—his wording, not hers.

As he walks through the bullpen towards his office, he reminds himself to text Jyn. Hopefully, she’s already gone home, but he hasn’t seen her for a few hours. When he last saw her, she was in a corner with Kay, their heads put together over something, which is the real sign things are bad, if those two are getting along. Then the almost-raid of the newsroom almost happened and in the aftermath, everyone had gone off to put out separate fires and he’d lost track of her. He doesn’t know if she’ll want to see him right now, since he’s fairly certain that, in spite of the work crisis, they’re still fighting, but he figures a text just to check in and see if she’s alright would probably be okay.

As he pushes the door to his office open, he realizes that texting her won’t be necessary because she’s already waiting for him. She’d been looking at her phone when he came in, but she turns her attention to him immediately, and even in the semi-darkness of the room, he can see the worry and exhaustion in her features.

“Hey,” he says, and it comes out like an exhale. He didn’t realize how badly he needed to see her until she was right in front of him.

“Hi,” she says, offering him a weak smile.

“Are you waiting for me?”

That sort of obvious question would normally get him an eye roll and a sarcastic response, but it’s been a weird day and everyone is a little off their game, so Jyn just nods, looking nervous.

“Yeah, Leia told me to go home for the night, so I thought I’d see what was going on with you before I left.”

“I’m heading out, as well,” he says, and it feels like they’ve never had a conversation before. It’s not their style to be this careful around each other, and it never has been, not even when they first met. It just doesn’t feel right. “Mon’s orders,” he adds, trying for a joking tone to get them back to normal.

Jyn nods, distracted, but doesn’t laugh or otherwise indicate that his attempt to lighten the mood worked at all. He’s about to try again, to say anything that will make this conversation more natural and easy, like things almost always are with them, when Jyn sighs, loudly, startling him.

“What are we supposed to do now?” She asks, despondently.

Cassian clears his throat, not sure if she’s talking about everything that’s happened at ACN today or if she’s talking about them and their relationship. It seems safer to focus on work, at the moment, though, so that’s what he does.

“I think we’re supposed to go home and get some rest and hope for the best,” he says, not sounding fully convinced himself. When Jyn just gives him an unimpressed look, he adds, more seriously, “We have to trust that the people we work with know what they’re doing, and that they’ll take care of it for us.”

“It’s not us I’m worried about,” Jyn says, bitterly.

“I meant the collective ‘us.’ Not just you and me.”

Jyn looks at him, then, watching him carefully. “And what about you and me?” She asks, quietly, her tone guarded. “What are we supposed to do now?”

“Like I said, we go home and—”

“But are we—?” She asks, and then stops herself. She gestures at him, frustrated by her inability to articulate her question. “Do we go—?”

“I’m not going to Queens tonight unless you expressly ask me to, Jyn,” he says, saving her the trouble of finding the right way to phrase it. “I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you.”

She wrings her hands, not quite looking at him. “Even after everything that happened today?” She asks tentatively.

Cassian just barely suppresses a laugh at that. It would be the wrong thing to do right now, to laugh at her, but the idea she’s presenting is absurd. “Especially after everything that happened today,” he says.

“But I—”

He holds up a hand to stop her. “Not here,” he says.

“We have to talk, Cassian.”

“I know,” he agrees. “Let’s talk about it on our way home. I just...I need to get out of here.”

Jyn makes a face as if she’s considering arguing with him about this, but she apparently reconsiders. Why she would want to spend any more time at the office on a Saturday they were supposed to have off is beyond him, but he can also admit that the prospect of actually talking through everything that’s happened today and figuring out what it means for them, as a couple, is pretty daunting. That’s why, when she finally nods her acquiescence, he holds out a hand to her and breathes a sigh of relief when she takes it. Things always work out so much better when they’re on the same side.

Walking out through the bullpen, most of the staff has already gone home, thankfully. There’s not much else they can do right now, anyways. In one of the conference rooms, Mon and Leia are having an intense discussion, which is only possible to see because whoever designed this building made the inexplicable decision to only use glass walls and doors. There are very few secrets at ACN, Cassian thinks, and squeezes Jyn’s hand. She gives him a small smile back, before waving goodbye with her free hand to Bodhi and Poe, who are talking in hushed tones at their desks while Bodhi also clicks around furiously on his computer, eyebrows drawn together in either concern, or concentration, or both.

“What are they—?” Jyn starts to ask.

“Some twitter fiasco created by another junior staffer,” Cassian answers before she can finish. Jyn gives him an alarmed look, so he continues his explanation. “They sent out some insensitive tweet in the middle of the night and then had the good sense to delete it, but apparently not quickly enough. Somebody screenshotted it, they got fired, and now Bodhi and Poe are cleaning up the whole mess.”

“How did I not hear about this?” She asks, astonished.

“In terms of disasters happening at ACN today, I don’t even think this one even qualified for the top three, so it didn’t make the rounds. And you know how Bodhi hates firing people. He probably didn’t want to talk about it.”

Jyn tsks in understanding. “Poor Bodhi.”

“Not exactly a banner day for the network in general,” Cassian says, as they arrive at the elevators.

That makes Jyn laugh, for whatever reason. “No, not exactly.”

They take the elevator down to the lobby in silence, in sharp contrast with their elevator ride earlier, back when they’d been arguing in front of Bodhi and had no idea what sort of drama awaited them in that meeting. Cassian knows that the things they were arguing about matter in the long run, but they don’t feel particularly important right now. Not compared to everything else that they’re dealing with at work. Not compared to how nice it is to be holding Jyn’s hand and going home with her after a long day.

They pause when they finally exit the building, standing on the sidewalk, trying to decide what to do next. It’s been one of those rare, wonderful summer days, where it was hot and humid earlier, but everything cooled off when the sun set. There’s even a nice breeze blowing and Jyn lets go of his hand so she can put on her jacket. When she’s finished, instead of taking her hand again, Cassian puts his arm around her shoulders and she happily leans into his embrace.

“Should we walk back to your place?” He asks, after pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sure. It’s a nice night for it,” Jyn says, and after the day they’ve had, there’s no room for exuberance, but she seems content enough by his side.

They start making their way back to Jyn’s apartment without saying anything else. For all they love to talk, it’s nice that they can also be quiet together and not feel like anything is missing, Cassian thinks to himself as they walk. It would be a lot more enjoyable, though, if he wasn't worried about what happened between them earlier and trying to talk about it without everything going to hell all over again. Then, suddenly, what he wants to say becomes perfectly clear to him. He can’t believe he didn’t realize it sooner.

“Jyn,” he says, without looking at her, not wanting to break the spell, “if you really want to get married, we can go to City Hall tomorrow.”

Jyn is quiet for a long moment, processing what he’s said. “Tomorrow is Sunday, Cassian,” she finally says. “City Hall isn’t open.”

“Monday morning, then. Whatever,” he says, and when he glances over at her, she looks like she’s going to argue with him, so he keeps going. “‘Tomorrow’ was just supposed to mean, ‘whenever you want.’”

“I don’t want to strong arm you into it,” she says, giving him a searching look.

“You’re not. You couldn’t.”

“I couldn’t?”

“You can’t ‘strong arm’ me into doing something that I want to do,” he says, pulling her closer into his side. “I want to marry you someday. I just didn’t think it was going to be eight months into our relationship, that’s all.”

“Because you want me to meet your family first?” Jyn asks, cautiously.

“I was actually just trying to trip you up with that—”

“So, you don’t want me to meet your family?”

“I’d prefer to marry you first, honestly,” Cassian replies. “That way, when you see how crazy my family is, you’ll already be stuck with me.”

Jyn smiles at that, a small, hesitant thing. “I’m already stuck with you,” she says, softly, and his heart honestly skips a beat.

“Spoken like someone who’s never met my family,” he jokes, rather than addressing what she just said.

“They can’t be that bad,” she says.

“I have these two cousins—they’re twin brothers—and they have all these ideas for weird businesses they want to start and they will ask you to invest.”

“Cassian—”

“My abuela is definitely going to call you by my high school girlfriend’s name,” he continues, ignoring her interruption.

“Is that the last time you had a serious girlfriend?” Jyn asks, caught somewhere between concerned and amused.

“The last one she remembers, at least,” Cassian says. “She’s pretty senile. And my mom—well, she’s going to love you.”

Jyn laughs, burying her face in his shirt. “No, she’s not,” she says, once she’s recovered.

“She will,” he says. “Eventually.”

“I have been told that I grow on people. Like a fungus.”

“Or a vine, maybe?”

“Vines don’t grow on people, Cassian,” Jyn points out, needlessly.

“That’s why you have the PhDs in this relationship,” he says, kissing her hair. “And my family will love you, because I love you. I’m not worried.”

“You should be,” she says. “If I have to meet your family, you have to meet mine and my family is Saw.”

“I’ve met Saw before.”

“Asking him a single question at a press conference one time seven years ago is not the same as meeting him, especially when you’re sleeping with his goddaughter now.”

“I’m doing a lot more than sleeping with his goddaughter,” Cassian interrupts, petulantly.

“Don’t say that when you meet him!” Jyn cries, swatting his arm.

“I just meant…we’re serious! We’re not friends with benefits, or something casual like that. I’m not just sleeping with you. I’m in love with you.”

“That won’t impress Saw.”

“From what I can tell, nothing impresses Saw,” he says. “He’s terrifying.”

“Yeah but he’s family,” Jyn says, with a shrug that jostles Cassian’s arm.

“I notice you’re not reassuring me that Saw will love me eventually, the way I did for you with my family.”

“I want you to meet him, because he’s important to me. But he doesn’t get a vote when it comes to my love life. If he doesn’t love you, too bad. I do. You’re permanent. He can get used to it.”

Cassian makes a big show of looking at his watch. “Where was that romantic speech eight hours ago when you first proposed?” He asks, and Jyn bumps him with her shoulder in retaliation.

“Shut up,” she says, looking at her feet. “I wasn’t actually proposing.”

“Did we not just agree to get married?”

“Yeah, someday.”

“But not soon?” He asks, confused.

“Whenever we feel like it,” Jyn says, shrugging again but there’s nothing feigned about it. “We have the rest of our lives, after all.”

Cassian stops them on the sidewalk, and turns Jyn to look at him. “I think that still technically makes me your fiancé,” he says, sliding his hands up to frame her face. “Since we’re getting married someday.”

Jyn rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling too. “I guess. Technically,” she says. “But I want all the credit for proposing, then.”

“We can’t tell anyone our actual proposal story,” he says, laughing. “Ever.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t have people knowing that I tricked you into marrying me by accidentally committing a white collar crime.”

Jyn scrunches up her nose, realizing how that sounds. “Good point,” she agrees. “I feel like other people aren’t going to understand how romantic that is.”

At that, he finally gives in and kisses her, not caring that they’re in public and this is exactly the sort of thing Jyn doesn’t want the paparazzi catching her doing. She doesn’t seem to mind right now, though, because she presses up onto her toes and kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. They probably shouldn’t carry on like this where anyone could potentially see them, but it’s not that thought that actually stops Cassian. It’s something else entirely.

“Wait,” he says, pulling back. “Should I buy you a ring?”

Jyn looks perplexed by the question, or maybe just annoyed that he’s not still kissing her. “You don’t have to,” she says, finally.

“I mean, I know how much you hate diamonds.”

“Do you know the markup on diamonds? It’s ridiculous. They are so cheap, and yet they’ve been marketed so well—”

“Jyn, honey. I’ve heard this speech before,” Cassian says, kissing her forehead.

“I know. I’m sorry,” she says, shaking her head a little, as if to clear her thoughts. “I don’t want an engagement ring.”

“You’re sure?”

“I am,” Jyn says, and he doesn’t think she’s pretending. “Besides, I’m the one who proposed. I should get you a ring.”

Cassian laughs. “I also don’t want an engagement ring.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he says, kissing her again. “I have everything I want already.”

“So corny,” Jyn says, laughing, but she kisses him back anyway, and that’s what matters.

———

In the end, it’s Han and Leia who have the City Hall wedding at a moment’s notice, and it’s perfect for them, Cassian thinks, as he watches the ceremony with Jyn by his side. He hasn’t even slipped up and called her his fiancée at the office yet, which is astonishing because, according to their friends and coworkers, subtlety is not their strong suit. Their discretion is even more impressive considering that Jyn ultimately did find something shiny she could give him to celebrate their engagement: a key.

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Best Dog-Friendly Restaurants, Bars, Cafes and Beaches in New Jersey

For every dog owner, It is impossible to spend any time apart from your furry little friend and resist his face when you are about to step outside your home. Your dog has become an inseparable part of your life, and there is no moment when you don’t wish to enjoy more fun activities with him. Spending time with him can strengthen your bonds and allow you to experience immense happiness. We list below the best Dog-friendly locations in New Jersey that welcome your dog and help you enjoy lovely meals, drinks, and playtime without feeling guilty about leaving your dog all alone at home.

1. 9th & Coles Tavern

174 Coles Street, Jersey City, NJ 07302

CUISINES: Bar, American, Pub

They serve an appetizing menu that offers pizza, pasta, burgers and fries, drinks like beers, wine, cocktails, scotch, and more. While you enjoy their meal at lunch and dinner time, your dog can have some tasty food treats like grilled chicken, fish and chips, and more. Check out their website https://ninthandcolesjc.squarespace.com/

2.Liberty Prime Steakhouse

111 Montgomery St, Jersey City, NJ 07302

CUISINES: Bar and American

They serve high-quality meat and have developed a sense of delightful atmosphere with their interior décors. They provide dog-friendly tables for you to enjoy tasty meals and nice weather with your dog. They specialize in steaks like the bone-in filet or New York aged strip. Their menu has an excellent collection of salads, seafood, and a variety of drinks. Check out their website http://www.libertyprimesteakhouse.com/steakhouse/

3.Zeppelin Hall Restaurant & Biergarten

88 Liberty View DR, Jersey City, NJ 07302

CUISINES: Bar, American, German, Pub

They are known for their exquisite German & American food menu. You can sit at an outdoor garden table and enjoy beers and exotic cocktails along with a fantastic view. Your dog can enjoy their specialty giant sausages on a bun and other varieties as well. Check out their website https://zeppelinhall.com/

4. Hidden Grounds Coffee

148 First Street, Ground Floor, Jersey City, NJ, 07302

They are the best option to start your morning, and their caffeinated beverages are extremely refreshing. They are a casual coffee house that serves unique Tea options like Rose chai, Creole-style cold brew & Classic masala chai. You can book an outdoor sitting table, comfortable for your dog, and enjoy their bottled or fresh coffee drinks. Check out their website https://thehiddengrounds.com/

5. Bucket & Bay Craft Gelato

150 Bay St, Jersey City, NJ

They serve the best handmade and completely organic gelato. You and your dog can enjoy some unique flavors like dark chocolate, mint chip, rose latte, and lemon sorbet. They specialize in infusing alcohol into any gelato flavor. You can taste the goodness of fresh milk and seasoned ingredients used by them. Check out their website https://www.bucketandbay.com/

6. Downtown Yogurt

126 Newark Ave, Jersey City, NJ

They serve mouth-watering yogurt flavors like cookies and cream, frozen chocolates, alpine vanilla, strawberry shortcake, and more. You can enjoy these delicious menu highlights that include over 50 toppings with your dog while going on a walk. Check out their website https://downtownyogurt.com/

7. Wonder Bagels

517 Jersey Avenue, Jersey City, NJ 07302

They are the perfect option to enjoy breakfast with your dog. They provide outdoor tables, where you and your dog can try their delicious menu specials like a rainbow bagel, New York style bagel, muffins, and more. Check out their website https://www.wonderbagels.com/

8. Longport Dog Beach

Ocean Dr, Egg Harbor Township, NJ

This beach welcomes dogs of all sizes and breeds. You can enjoy a day at this beach with your dog and do fun activities like playing in sand and water or just sunbathing. You can walk your dog along with watching the beautiful sunset or sunrise. For more information call them on +18566290090

9. Stone Harbor Beach

202 122nd St, Stone Harbor, NJ

Planning a beach day at this location can make your dog happy. Set a cheerful mood for you and your pet by playing freely without putting a leash on your dog.Bring your snacks and water bottle to enjoy the beach site. Here, you won’t be charged for parking or entry fee. For more information call them on +16093681210

10. Brigantine North End Beach

1500 E Brigantine Ave, Brigantine, NJ,

This beach is perfect for enjoying nice and chilly weather. This beach site is near the seawall and best for a family with a dog. Here, your dog must be put on a leash. The beach is recognized to be clean and provides friendly assistance to the visitors. For more information call them on +16092667600

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Cold December Night

Rated: T AU, College AU, Fluff, friends to lovers, pink snuggies are a thing, whipped cream is involved, pet names, teeth rotting fluff, OSS2017

For Sakhi / Cat AKA @multi-fandom-crazy-fangirl From: @sparklesannie I wrote this, it was meant to be a one shot but I couldn’t stop writing, fluffy thing for you. I divided it into five chapters thought it could be considered a long one-shot. IDK.

Best way to summarize this is Michael Bublé, pink snuggies and sweets collide during the holidays. Merry Christmas. Enjoy!

P.S. I happen to have an Olicity playlist, actually I have two: one in English, one in Spanish.

Notes: This is my first time participating in the OSS so I’m very excited about this.

Chapter 1: White Chocolate Kit-Kat

After breaking up with his on-again-off-again girlfriend Laurel, they’d agreed to hold things off until he gets his act together. It was a clean break, amicable. Truth was that they were tired of doing the same dance, every time they pulled together something always pulled Oliver back. So when Oliver pulled back, this time, so did Laurel. She told him not to contact her during the semester, giving them roughly 16 weeks apart from each other. She said that they could revisit their thing during winter break, see if there was something still there. It was a rational decision, it made sense, it gave them space and time to think about their relationship. Worst case scenario if it didn’t work out at least they salvaged their friendship, so Oliver agreed. Friends until winter break, if it didn’t work out after that then they would remain friends. So here’s Oliver on his fifth try at college in a new city, Boston. He picked Boston simply because it was on the other side of the country, that way he wouldn’t be as tempted to crawl back to Laurel whenever he got lonely. Besides, he didn’t know anyone here so getting a lady companion wouldn’t be as easy as pulling out his phone. If he wanted to get some action he’d have to go out and meet people. That’s how he met her. Kind of. It was a total accident, really. Oliver was just coming out of his ECON 305 lecture, it was his first day and he was already regretting coming to Boston. Walking down the hall he spotted a vending machine, ever since Professor Richardson used M&Ms as an example to prove a point in class, Oliver had been craving the snack. There was a young blonde woman in front of the vending machine cursing at it. “Frack this! Just my fracking luck!” She muttered and banged her head against the machine. “I should’ve eaten at the diner.” Oliver wanted to laugh at the scene before him. The quirky young blonde was trying and failing to rattle the vending machine, apparently her snacks were stuck inside. “Come on! I just want my white chocolate Kit-Kats! I’m in a hurry here!” She whined against the glass bumping her head one last time on it. He pitied her. The poor girl just wanted a snack and appeared to be in a hurry, also he wanted his M&Ms. “Here, I got you.” He reached over her head and grabbed the top edge of the machine and shook it until her desired Kit-Kat dropped, as well as a couple extra candies that came loose too. The girl bent down and reached inside to collect her prizes. “Oh my google! This is a lot of candy. Thank you so much.” She turned around hugging the multiple bags of sugary goodness close to her chest, “Here, you can keep those.” The blue eyed blonde handed him a bag of peanut M&Ms. He grabbed them and laughed at the coincidence, just what he was craving. Talk about showing up to the right place at the right time. He was just about to try to flirt with the girl but when he looked up she was gone.

Chapter 2: The Candy Man His quest to make friends and/or find a lady companion was proving to be more difficult seeing as how no one knew who he was, therefore no one was dying for his attention. Huh, that’s different. Oliver wasn’t used to working for anything in his life everything came easy, or at least it used to. It was his first week in Boston and all he’d managed to do was go to class and head straight back to his apartment. That first weekend he decided to go out and check out the bar scene, he got drunk, alone. He had yet to make friends. On his way back to the apartment he passed by the 24 hour diner down the block and saw a couple eating some greasy delicious looking burgers, his mouth watered at the sight of it and he stepped inside. Before he could order anything he passed out in the booth. — She’d seen the guy before, she knew that much. But where? Right now Mr. GQ was struggling to stay on his feet outside the diner, staring like a total creep at the couple on table 6. After 5 minutes of staring the guy finally made up his mind and stepped inside, passing by right in front her, leaving along a trail of his aroma. The guy smelled like a distillery. As soon as he plopped down on his seat he stretched out across the table haphazardly. DRUNK! She thought as he laid his head down on the table top and started blinking slowly until he stopped blinking altogether. Yep, definitely drunk. She tended to all her tables before going over to the sleeping guy. She poked him softly with her red pen but the guy was deep asleep, even snoring a little. It was kinda cute. But she had to get him out of there though. The guy obviously wanted something to eat otherwise he wouldn’t have come in. She walked back over to the kitchen and asked Sal for a Midnight Special. “One drunken special coming up!” She laughed. The diner had created a special extra greasy meal combo for drunken customers. — A shaking motion woke him up. When he looked up amused blue eyes stared at him, the waitress placed a plate of greasy food in front of him and offered him a polite smile, he noticed her pink tinted lips. “I, um, don’t remember ordering anything.” He commented, his voice gravely and low from sleep. He didn’t remember talking to anyone in the diner. Was he that drunk? “Midnight special: Double bacon cheeseburger with a fried egg on top, a side of tater tots with bacon and cheese, and last but not least a Bloody Mary.” She replied back. “I took the liberty of ordering that for you. No offense but you look like you’re bombed right now so… I’m gonna need to see your ID if you want that Bloody Mary, sir.” He couldn’t wait to dig in, his stomach kept making gurgling noises but he couldn’t take his eyes off the waitress. She looked familiar, he was trying to figure out where he knew her from but she was talking a lot and really fast. Between his half asleep state and his drunkenness he only got like half of what she said, so he handed her his ID and a 50 dollar bill. He told her to keep the change, she’d earned it for babysitting his ass. Right there and then he knew he wanted her. Maybe it was because he was lonely, but when he saw her, he instantly decided that she would be his friend. Sure, she was easy on the eyes but he knew her type; working smart girl, she was out of his league- which is exactly why he thought she’d make a perfect friend. 20 minutes later and he was back to being sober, well mostly sober. He was trying to come up with a plan to approach her. Oliver was not good at planning that’s why he found himself asking to see the dessert menu even though he was pretty full already. “Ah, so the Candy Man does have a sweet tooth!” she mussed. He did a double take at her, suddenly it all came into focus. The candy. The blonde girl. That’s why she seemed so familiar, they’d already met. “Wait, you’re white chocolate Kit-Kat girl!” He gasped out. “Did you enjoy your candy?” “I am, I did. Thanks, again.” Her name was Felicity M. Smoak. She was a part-time waitress at the diner, full time student, and occasional tutor. They chatted for about two hours, Oliver played the new-guy-in-town-so-please-show-me-around card. It took a while to wear her down and convince her that he wasn’t looking to get into her pants, though he did offer to be there for her in case she wanted him in her pants. She laughed at that and assured him that it’d remain strictly platonic, she’d recently gotten out of a relationship and wasn’t looking for any more trouble. To his surprise they got along very easily despite the fact that they were so different. She was a total nerd and he was the complete opposite. Felicity was 20 years old, originally from Vegas. Whereas he was on his freshman year at Harvard Business School she was on her last year at MIT hoping to graduate with a double masters in cyber security and computer sciences. She was a genius and a sweet girl, very bubbly and optimistic. She was the kind of good influence Oliver needed in his life.

Chapter 3: Surprise! Oliver was having pumpkin spiced pancakes when he realized that it’d been months since he last went out drinking and partying and he didn’t miss it, not one bit. He even turned down Felicity’s offer to crash a Halloween party, he preferred to watch horror movies with her instead. Oliver liked stopping by the diner during Felicity’s morning shifts in the week and have breakfast, she would check in on him, see if he’d done his assignments. She took night classes so she could work during the day and worked the night shift during the weekends. Once Oliver learned that, he would spend the whole entirety of her night shift sitting in a booth, she told him it was sweet of him to look out for her but that it wasn’t necessary. From that point on he made sure to pick her up and give her a ride back to her dorm. By the time that Thanksgiving break rolled around Oliver didn’t want to go home. “So…what are your plans for Thanksgiving break?” Felicity asked him as she sprayed a mountain of whipped cream on his slice of pumpkin pie. Today he abandoned his regular booth and opted for a seat by the counter near the register. Oliver pondered her question and answered honestly. “I think I’m gonna stay here, I like it.” He smiled back at her, “What about you? Are you going home?” He asked and pointed his now whipped cream covered index finger and bopped her nose with it. She giggled in surprise at the sensation of the cold whipped cream. “Nope, I’m staying too.” She grabbed a napkin and wiped her nose clean, “I picked up an extra shift for Black Friday.” “Nice. We can do that Sherlock marathon we talked about on Saturday.” “A Sherlock binge sounds good. It’s a date.” Oliver was sure that she hadn’t realized what she’d said. He wondered if she meant it. They had already broached that topic early on and agreed on friendship, but he wasn’t opposed to dating her. It wasn’t a possibility for him seeing as she was so far off his league but if she wanted to revisit that conversation he’s sure he’d be open to more than friends with her. He flushed at the idea. “I said not a date right? No. Friends don’t go on dates, couples do that. Which we’re not- I mean not that you’re not suitable for- 3, 2, 1. I’m sorry my babbles keep making things weird.” Oliver chuckled, she was so adorable. That’s why he wasn’t too disappointed when she cleared up the dating debacle. It was okay if she didn’t want to date him, he could deal with that as long as they remained friends. “You have nothing to apologize for. I like your babbles, they’re endearing.” “Yeah, you say that cause you don’t have to live with foot in the mouth disease. I was almost suspended in high school because I babbled something about my science teacher and how his hair piece could be spotted from a mile away.” She lamented. Oliver laughed, glancing at his watch he needed to get going or he’d be late. “Crap! I’m gonna be late. See you on Saturday?” “Yep.” — The diner had closed down early for Thanksgiving Day. A few months ago this would’ve left Felicity wondering what to do, go back to the dorms, eat dinner by herself and binge watch Skins -she had a thing for brits- but today she had only one thing in mind. Oliver. They had grown to be close friends, best friends even, they would hang out and spend time with each other, whether it’d be working on assignments, watching TV at Oliver’s or him dropping by the diner. So today when she got off work early she didn’t hesitate to drop by unannounced. She went back to the dorm, took a shower and changed into more comfortable clothes. She had trouble deciding on what to wear, debating between her comfy panda sweater with leggings or a dress and heels, ultimately she opted for the comfy clothes. It wasn’t like she wanted to impress Oliver, even though she secretly wished he would look at her differently. Lately she’d been recognizing the signs that she was fall- crushing, she corrected herself, on her friend. For starters, she was always aware of him, of his body, where he would rest his hands, which was always close to hers. Secondly, she was noticing all of these things about him, like how good he looked after having skipped two days of shaving his jaw, or how his muscles could be greatly appreciated whenever he wore gray anything’s. Her babbles had gotten worse she was constantly making sexual innuendos and making things uncomfortable between them, it was ridiculous. And his hair -when he finally got a decent haircut she nearly jumped him- it was cropped close to his scalp but long enough to grab at it. And if that wasn’t enough to get her crushing on him, he was actually a really nice guy, he was kind of guarded with his feelings just like she was but when it came to his family he was a total softy. Oliver was a great friend and she intended to keep it that way, she wasn’t looking to repeat the Alan Danforth situation. Alan Danforth was Felicity’s first and only ever male best friend from her childhood, long story short: they’d kissed and it made things awkward. Three days later Alan stopped talking to her and that was the last of that relationship. Felicity vowed to avoid being friends with guys, then she met Cooper in college. Disastrous. They were friends for a while, then started dating, fell in love and then it ended. Felicity needed this friendship with Oliver to last. She had to believe that guys wouldn’t always leave her, just like her father had. Oliver was her shot at redemption, hope that not all guys were douche bags. So she put on her comfy clothes not bothering with putting on much makeup or spending extra time doing her hair. Felicity gathered her things and grabbed an extra can of whipped cream, because she knew he loved it, and headed over to Oliver’s apartment. — That Thanksgiving Thursday Oliver went about his day like he normally would, had breakfast at the diner with Felicity and later did some laundry, thanks to Felicity he now knew how to work the washer and dryer combo in his apartment. That afternoon was spent FaceTiming his sister Thea, who was still upset that he wasn’t going home. “I know, but I have plans, Speedy.” “Worst nickname ever, Ollie.” Oliver was briefly distracted from his video-call, a certain blonde came to mind. He considered texting Felicity to see if she had any plans for dinner or if she wanted to hang out. But then he remembered she’d mentioned she had picked up an extra shift so she probably could use some rest, besides she’d be coming over on Saturday. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Weird, he wasn’t expecting anyone…unless… No it couldn’t be. They’d agreed to keep their distance. “Hold on, Speedy. Someone’s at the door.” Oliver took a peek though the peep hole but something was blocking his view. With his phone still in hand he opened up to find Felicity, an automatic smile appeared on his face. She stood there with a couple of bags at her feet. She looked warm and domestic in her panda sweater and leggings, plus she’d finally let her hair down. “Surprise!” She squealed and practically jumped into his arms. “Happy Thanksgiving.” She mumbled against his chest. “Hi.” He squeezed her tightly crushing her by wrapping his arms around her tiny frame. “Happy Thanksgiving.” “OLLIE!!” His sister squealed over the phone. He’d almost forgotten he was still on the video-call. “WHO’S THAT?!” Without releasing his hold on Felicity, he pulled his phone back and angled it so they could both be in the frame. Felicity was still pressed against his chest, both arms circling his waist, she turned her head to face the phone. “This is a nice surprise.” Oliver murmured to Felicity, then addressed his sister, “Speedy, this is Felicity. Felicity meet my brat of a sister, Thea.” ‘Sister’ Felicity mouthed and did an awkward little hand wave towards the camera. “She’s gorgeous.” Felicity whispered but judging from the smile on his sister’s face she’d heard Felicity’s comment. “Damn. You two have the same eyes. And I see you have the same sexy mouth mole thing your brother has.” Oliver chuckled in response. Wait did that mean that she thought he was gorgeous? His sister talking again brought him out of his thoughts. “I like her, Ollie. Don’t screw this one u–” His cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Okay! Bye, Speedy!” With that he ended the call, pulling back from Felicity he bent down and grabbed two bags. “Come on, let’s go inside.” Felicity carried a small box and an emoji covered tote bag. “I brought dinner.” She announced as she unloaded the contents of each bag and set them on the table while Oliver grabbed some dishes and a bottle of wine. Felicity apologized for dropping by unannounced, Oliver assured her she could drop by anytime she felt like. They had a delicious dinner of turkey breast with cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and gravy and pumpkin pie for dessert. Felicity cut a slice for each of them, she joked about wanting to bring him a whole pie for himself, instead she bought him his own can of whipped cream. Which brought on an epic wine induced babble about the multiple uses for the canned whipped cream, from consumption all the way to foreplay. She was flustered and to prevent herself from saying more she did the most sinful thing: she took one can and sprayed it into her mouth. Oliver could only focus on her lips and the way her tongue poked out to lick the corner of her mouth, he pushed a big piece of pie into his mouth to avoid doing something stupid like reach over and lick the excess off her lips. After two glasses of wine Oliver decided to cut her off. She made a scene at his announcement, pouting with her wine stained lips. “Whyyyyy?” Oliver almost giggled, “Just looking out for you. Not only are you underage, you also have to work in the morning.” “Underage only for a couple more months!” She stumped her tiny fists on the table and hummed, “ You make good arguments…I’ve taught you well.” He smirked at her. “Don’t gloat! I hate it when you’re right.” She got up from the table and helped him with clearing the table and doing the dishes. “You’re a good guy, Oliver Queen.” After doing the dishes and putting them away, they settled on the couch and got started on their Sherlock marathon. Oliver furrowed his brows in confusion when Felicity reached for her bag and pulled out a bright pink Snuggie and threw it on. “What?” “Nothing…just,” he cackled, “ I mean it’s funny. ‘A Study in Pink’. Get it?”

Chapter 4: Christmas Eve Oliver’s had a lot of fun with Felicity and after spending the rest of the Thanksgiving weekend by her side he thinks that he’s developed a crush on her. Actually he knows it’s not a crush, crushes fade away with time. These feelings haven’t faded if anything they’ve intensified. So the day Felicity asks him for the biggest favor ever he doesn’t hesitate to say yes. She needed a place to stay during the winter break so he offered her his apartment. In the past she would’ve stayed with her -now ex-boyfriend Cooper, but she didn’t have that now. Felicity had told him all about her relationship with Cooper, they’d met at MIT on their freshman year and became friends. Then, they started dating and went steady for years and last semester when Felicity brought up the idea of moving in together after graduation he said he was on board but his actions indicated otherwise. She had already planned out their future together and Cooper threw it all away because he proved he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. Felicity’s relationship with Cooper reminded Oliver so much of his and Laurel’s relationship. It was good that he kept his distance from Laurel, they too had been friends before they started dating. Oliver was sure that if he’d been pushed into something he wasn’t ready for he would have done the same as Cooper. The funny thing is that now he feels ready. Ready for commitment, he’s willing to compromise. Maybe it’s because he’s seen the other side of the picture and he’s able to understand it now, what makes a relationship work. And number one is wanting to be in said relationship. He’s glad he’s learned that, and it’s all thanks to Felicity. He’s her friend and he wants to be there for her, so of course he offered her his apartment so she could stay there during the winter break. Felicity was quick to object and to remind him that she would have to leave her dorm in a couple of weeks and didn’t want to intrude in his space. “Oh no! I could never.” “Fe-li-ci-ty, we can share the space for a while, besides I’m going home for the holidays.” “Oh…well then I suppose… I mean if you’re sure.” “I am.” He smiled reassuringly. — A couple of weeks later Oliver helped Felicity put most of her stuff in storage, packed her bags and headed back to his apartment. She immediately noted his big new couch. “It pulls out into a bed.” He explained. Felicity went to drop her bags right there to settle into the couch when Oliver pulled her short. “Umm…The couch’s for me. You can take my room.” She wanted to complain and tell him that it wasn’t necessary but he wouldn’t let her. “You’ll be more comfortable there. Come on.” Oliver pulled up a bag and grabbed her hand escorting her to his room. He showed her around and told her he’d cleared a little space in his closet in case she needed to hang some stuff up. “Also, the first drawer on the right side of the dresser is yours.” “Thank you so much, Oliver.” She threw her arms around his waist, plastering her body to his in a hug. Oliver hugged her back, his arms coming around her shoulders. Her cheek pressed up against his chest and he rested his cheek on top of her hair. Other than a couple of hugs, Oliver wasn’t that affectionate with Felicity. He pulled back a little at the same time she decided to look up at him with a smile on her face. And standing there in the middle of his bedroom, hugging her, all he wanted to do was kiss her senseless. But friends don’t do that. Her fingers were drawing some kind of spiraling pattern on his back and it was sending jolts of electricity up his back, he dropped his lips to her forehead. “You’re welcome.” He mumbled back, his lips still pressed against her forehead. This was getting out of hand, he realized. — It was Christmas Eve and Oliver was supposed to take his father’s jet back to Starling City, back to Laurel. Laurel, who he hadn’t thought about since he moved to Boston. He called her on the way to the airstrip where the Queen Consolidated jet waited for him. “Ollie, we were supposed to wait until we’re both in Starling before we talked.” She reprimanded him. “About that…Laurel, I’m -umm, I just want to be friends. And it’s not only because I’ve met someone. I think we were never right for each other.” “You’ve met someone?” “Yes. Also, I’m not coming home for Christmas.” “Oh, wow. That’s good for you, Ollie. I’m glad you found someone cause I did too. But we can talk about that later.” An overwhelming sense of relief washed over him. He was glad that Laurel had found someone else, the last thing he wanted was to break her heart for Christmas. After hanging up with Laurel he called his father to explain why he wasn’t going home for Christmas. “I understand, son. Don’t worry, I’m sure your mother will too.” Oliver released a deep sigh of relief. “Now, about this girl that has you so smitten…” Oliver inhaled sharply, “Felicity. She’s…yeah. Remarkable.” He smiled to himself. “Son, does this girl know how you feel about her?” “What do you mean, Dad?” “Well, that you love her, of course.” “Dad! I don’t- h-how do you- Huh?” “Oliver, you moved to the other side of the country to get away from your previous girlfriend of years- who you’d agreed to see this winter break. You didn’t come home for Thanksgiving. And now you want to stay in Boston with your ‘friend’ -who four months ago was a stranger- because you don’t want her to be alone this Christmas. Shall I keep going? Am I wrong to think that you have serious feelings for this girl?” “Nope. Dead on, as usual.” Oliver muttered. “But, it’s not so simple, Dad. She’s my friend, I wouldn’t know how to talk to her abut any of this. I’ve never had this problem before.” He groaned. “Crap! I didn’t get her anything for Christmas.” Oliver panicked. “Son, listen here’s what you do. Figure out her love language—” “Dad! What the hell is even that? Language of love? If you’re gonna mock me about this I’m hanging up now.” “Oliver, don’t hang up! I’m serious about this. Love language is the way you express love, like for example your mother is fond of gifts like flowers, little details maybe some earrings, a jewelry of some sort. Other times it’s actions, like me showing up on time for benefit galas or just being around for my family. What’s your girl’s love language?” Actions. For sure, he thought. “I get it now. Thanks, Dad. I gotta go.” “Let me know how it works out. Good luck.” Oliver hung up the phone, turned his car around and headed back to his apartment, not before making a quick stop though. — She was in way too deep. And she had been since Thanksgiving. That day will remain imprinted in her mind for ever. The surprised look on his face when he opened the door, plus he was wearing his grey hoodie and darker gray sweatpants. He looked absolutely gorgeous, so much so that she barreled into his arms. And of course he’d been busy on the phone with an equally stunning girl, for a second she was jealous -insanely so- only for it to turn out that the girl was in fact his sister. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe the cringe worthy babble she made about whipped cream. She avoided spilling her fantasies, about his tongue running over her whipped cream cover body, by spraying an obscene amount of it in her mouth. She didn’t talk much after that. Oliver had teased her about her pink snuggie. She remembers that later that night when they settled on the couch he had sat closer to her than he normally would have, stretched his arm on the back of the couch, she could feel him play with her hair as she drifted off to sleep. He woke her up an hour before her shift started. Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, she told him about her plans to stay in town and work during the holiday break so she could make some extra bucks but in order to do so she needed a place to stay. The dorms were vacated during the break thus forcing the students to go home. Oliver kindly offered his apartment, which she objected but then reconsidered when he reminded her that he would go back to California during the break. She knew she was head over heels in love with him the day she moved in to his apartment and he told her she could have his bed. He’d cleared a drawer for her and made room in his closet for her clothes, he’d gotten a new pull out bed-couch thing and let her sleep in his bed. Also he’d kissed her forehead. Today he was going back to Starling City, back to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. It was ridiculous for her to feel this sad about something that never was. He hadn’t even been gone for an hour and she’d already changed into his gray hoodie because she missed him. Deciding she needed a distraction Felicity proceeded to bake some sugar cookies with the ready-made dough she’d bought the other day. She played a Michael Bublé cd she found already inside the radio Oliver kept in the kitchen. — Because Felicity didn’t really celebrate Christmas Oliver was surprised when he entered his apartment. Michael Bublé’s smooth voice filled his apartment backed up by Felicity’s voice. She was in the kitchen singing a romantic Christmas song. He knew this song because Oliver has the ultimate guilty pleasure: Mr.Bublé’s music. Each year I ask for many different things But now I know what my heart wants you to bring So please just fall in love with me this Christmas There’s nothing else that I will need this Christmas Won’t be wrapped under a tree I want something that lasts forever So kiss me on this cold December night Did she really feel this way or did she just like the song? Oliver was too eager to get back to his apartment and too full of nervous energy to concentrate on what he’d set out to do. Confess his feelings to her. He’d bought roses for her and white chocolate Kit-Kats. He’s never bought flowers for a girl before but the again he’s never felt this way about a girl before. Deciding that the flowers were a little too much he left them on the table by the entrance along with the candy bars and traced his steps towards the kitchen. Finally, he found her and she was baking some store bought sugar cookies. She was wearing green leggings, warm fuzzy socks with tiny bow ties and what looked to be one of his hoodies. She was humming along to the song, now he might have projected his feelings on the situation, but he could’ve sworn that she’d said his name. She may have murmured it but it was distinctly his name. He froze for a second, his mind trying to not short circuit. And he came up with a plan. A simple yet romantic way to lay it all out for her. She had yet to spot him in the doorway, he was waiting for the ending of the song to make his move. And bless his lucky stars, she turned around and came face to face with him as he walked closer. They call it the season of giving I’m here, I’m yours for the taking They call it the season of giving I’m here, I’m yours “I’m here.” He said smiling nervously as the song came to an end. “Oliver?!” Her eyes widened in surprise freezing midway to the oven. “Wh-what are you…” Oliver didn’t want to hold back anymore. His feelings for her were stronger than anything he’s ever felt before. This was not a crush, he loved her. He had way more than platonic thoughts and feelings about her. She had wiggled herself into his life and he’d let her, welcomed her. And now seeing her in his apartment, wearing his clothes, it should’ve freaked him out. Only it didn’t. It made him happy. He wanted to be honest with her. It was time to make his move. His words were not a coincidence with the music, she needed to know that. He needed to make his intentions clear. Oliver walked over and took the tray from her hands and put it aside she looked up at him in confusion. He cradled her face with both hands, “Merry Christmas.” He whispered her name before capturing her lips in a tender but passionate kiss. She was quick to respond to his kiss, softly and unhurried. Her hands came up to hold on to his wrists, he pulled away from the kiss far too quickly. Felicity looked dazed and caught off guard. “I must be dreaming.” Oliver just chuckled and shook his head. “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” She questioned as she ran her, now free, hands up his chest. “Not that I’m complaining here.” He hummed. “Is this mine?” he asked playfully tugging at the strings of his hoodie. She looked down at his hands and swatted them away. “It used to be.” She tried to follow his lead and act playfully but she couldn’t, not when he dodged her questions. She couldn’t hide her wariness. He’s come to learn how to read her tells, nail biting, lip biting, drumming her fingers, playing with pens, uncomfortable laughter, sexual innuendos, techy babbles. He knows he’s made her nervous, they need to clarify things. Grabbing the tray of cookies Oliver placed them in the oven, “Wanna sit and talk while the cookies bake?” “I’d like that.” He figures now is a good time as any to give her the flowers he’s brought her. He finds her curled up with her feet under her butt on the far end of the couch. He sits on top of the coffee table across from her, setting the roses and chocolates beside her. “I don’t know how to talk about this…I don’t know where to start.” He doesn’t but she does.“Why aren’t you going home?”

To which he responds, “I am home.” “Oliver!” She slaps his knee, “You know what I mean.” “I didn’t want to. I wanted to be here,” He says taking her hand and entwining their fingers together, “with you.” “What about Laurel?” “I already talked to her. I told her I wasn’t going back to Starling. I also told her that I just want to be friends with her.” Felicity smiled up at him and leaned in closer. “And may I ask what brought this on?” She signaled back and forth between them. “Actually, my father pointed it out. He said that I should tell you how I really feel about you, which is that I have more than platonic feelings for you.” “You talked to your father about this?!” “Yeah, he gave me some good advice. Here,” Oliver reached over and grabbed the chocolate candy bars, “I got you these.” She laughed, he loved that sound, “Kit-Kats!!” “White chocolate, your favorites.” He was a total sap.

Chapter 5: Bonus Scene- Cuddles Oliver woke up to blue eyes, pink-ish freckled cheeks and a beautiful smile. This was by far the best Christmas morning since his sister Thea was born. After a long discussion on how their feelings for each other had changed over time, last night Oliver and Felicity pulled out the couch and cuddled. Just cuddled. They also might have made out a lot. She also teased him to no end about his Bublé guilty pleasure. Whatever. It paid off in the end. This morning though, Felicity rolled over and laid herself completely on top of him, nuzzling his chest. “Hmm.” She ran her hands up his chest and back down to his abdomen, her legs entangled with his. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex with her, which he did but not like this. They deserved to go out, have a real date, maybe wait a for a couple more dates before taking the next step. He wanted to do things right with Felicity. Oliver rolled them over so he hovered over her. “Merry Christmas, Kit-Kat.” “Merry Christmas, Candy Man.” She grinned back at him giving a gentle squeeze to his biceps. “I’m gonna get started on breakfast.” — After a delicious breakfast prepared by Oliver-as if he wasn’t already perfect enough- and an equally delicious make out session on the couch, Oliver played some music from his phone. Michael Bublé-god bless him- while unwrapping his present. He kept apologizing to Felicity for not getting anything else for her, she assured him that between the candy, the roses and him she was more than content with his present. Oliver tore open the box and cackled. “A pink snuggie?!” “Yeah, mine isn’t big enough for the both of us. Plus it’s extra large, like you. I mean, because of your size… OH GOD!” She face palmed herself. “I meant because you’re tall. Not because of other things, other things I have yet to see.” “Is it gonna get worse now that we’re dating? Your babbles, I mean.” He asked. “Probably! I don’t know, they’ve never been this bad.” “I’ll take that as a compliment.” — Oliver and Felicity were comfortably sharing his snuggie on the pull out bed. Oliver sat resting his back on the cushions while Felicity laid between his legs, snuggled up his chest with her head resting over his heart. Oliver was listening to Michael Bublé’s latest album with his earbuds on while Felicity took a nap when his phone rang. It was Thea requesting a video-call. “Merry Christmas, Speedy.” He whispered. “Merry Christmas!” To him it sounded like she was shouting. “And why are you whispering?” He pulled back his phone so she could see why he was being quiet. “She’s sleeping.” “OLIVER JONAS QUEEN! IS THAT-” “Yep, this is Felicity.” He brushed his lips to her forehead, “My Kit-Kat.” Felicity shifted in her sleep and pressed a kiss to the base of his neck. “Hmm. I Love you, Candy Man.” She held on to him tighter. He stiffened. Did she just? Felicity’s eyes snapped open at the realization. “Oliver.” She tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. “I didn’t mean to… blurt it out like that.” “It was very you,” He pulled his earbuds out, hanging up the call he placed the phone on the coffee table. “And for the record I love you too, Kit-Kat.” He pulled her forward to plant a kiss on her lips but she stopped him short. “Since when?” She demanded. “Halloween, I think… No, wait. Thanksgiving. I thought I had a crush on you but it wasn’t going away. Then you showed up on my doorstep with pie and I knew I was gone.” He smiled at her, reaching with his thumb to brush an errant tear off her cheek. “What about you? Since when?” “The other day, when you told me I could have your bed, you cleaned out a drawer for me and space in your closet. And yesterday when you were gone, I don’t think it had been even thirty minutes since you’ve left and I was already missing you. I went through your things and put this on, then I missed you a little less.” Oliver didn’t hold back this time, he kissed her the way he wanted to, the way he needed to. Both hands on her cheeks, mouths open and tongues exploring each other. Felicity pulled back a little to slow down the kiss, needing to savor the moment. She bit down on his lower lip, he groaned in response. “So much for trying to be ‘just friends’ with you.” She mumbled into his mouth. He chuckled, “I’ll always be your friend, Felicity. Whatever you want, whatever you need I’ll be there for you.” He kissed her again but softer this time, gentler. “I love you.” The moment was interrupted by his phone going off again. It was his sister requesting a video call. Felicity told him to answer it. “You two are just way too sweet!” It was Thea the first to speak but Oliver noticed his sister wasn’t the only one on the call. There was his father and his mother. “TOMMY!! YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS! OLLIE’S WHIPPED!!” his sister called out. “Hey mom, dad. Merry Christmas.” Oliver waved to the phone and pulled Felicity closer to bring her into the frame. “This is Felicity. Felicity meet my mother and my father, Moira and Robert.” Felicity turned a red sweaty mess. She propped herself up from under Oliver’s arms inside the pink snuggie. “Merry Christmas. It’s nice to meet you.” “Good job, son.” His father winked and gave him a thumbs up. Moira eyed her carefully but smiled all the same, “The pleasure’s all ours, dear.” After being interrogated for another twenty minutes Oliver hung up the phone. “Your mom’s scary.” Felicity admitted. “She liked you. I can tell, she didn’t give you ‘the look’ she uses to fake politeness.” Oliver assured her kissing her temple. “That’s never happened before.’’ —- That night they went to sleep in Oliver’s bedroom instead of the couch. Felicity wore his hoodie, no bottoms. Oliver on the other hand wore only his sweatpants. The bed sheets rustled with their movements. Oliver laid on his back while Felicity straddled his hips. Her hands traveled up his torso taking her time to get acquainted with his body. She’d fantasized about doing this she couldn’t believe this was actually real. She dropped a kiss on his chest right over his heart, she could feel as it sped up. “Come here.” Oliver whispered softly and pulled her up to kiss her lips. He moved his hands from her hips up to her back hesitating a bit before delving his hands up into his hoodie she was wearing. His fingers traced her spine and he enjoyed the way goosebumps erupted across her skin. “Hmm. Felicity, where’s your bra?” He asked when he couldn’t find the fabric he was dying to tear right off her. “I’m not wearing one.” She took advantage of him closing his eyes and throwing his head back in a groan to pin him down into the mattress. “You know, it is really unfair how perfect you are. Beautiful eyes, perfect smile, sexy eyebrows and even the mole by your mouth–” she was cut off by his lips attacking hers. “My ego is thoroughly stroked.” “There’s another thing I wish to stroke.” She said back without missing a beat. Her hands left his face and made their way down to the front of his sweatpants, she toyed with the tied strings there. “Felicity!” He halted her hands from doing more, “I wanna do this right with you.” “Oliver—” “You gotta play fair, Felicity.” He warned. “Hmm, okay. How about a compromise?” “What do you suggest?” “Make out session, cuddling and second base. How’s that?” She offered. He thought about it, “Doable. We’ve got a deal Miss Smoak.” He leaned up to kiss her but she muttered something against his mouth. “Wanna seal it? The deal?” “Okay! I wanna add a clause to our terms: no sexual innuendos.” “You walked right into that one, Baby. But okay.” — THE END <3

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Madrid, Spain

01/28-02/01

My stay in Madrid flew by to say the least, and it’s crazy to fathom how quickly I fell in love with the city especially in such short duration. The first night Katie, Val and I arrived several hours earlier than the rest of our group, so we checked into our Airbnb and found a nice, authentic restaurant to eat at. My rice dish tasted so good, I will definitely be missing rice throughout my stay as I don’t have a cooker here in Vienna and Asian white rice can rarely if even be found. At dinner, the employees sang feliz cumpleaños to one of their coworkers, and their loving, family-like interactions made my heart happy. Finished dinner off with complimentary palate-cleansing warm green juice shots that were so yummy!

The next day was jam packed as our entire group woke up early to make the most of our precious time there. Breakfast at Pum Pum Cafe was so nice- would highly recommend the coffee, avocado toast, benedict, and desserts there! We trekked over 25,000 steps this day just walking through the entire city. A few destinations we stopped by were Plaza Mayor, the Royal Palace, Jardines de Sabatini, Mercado de San Miguel, and the Temple of Debod to watch the beautiful sunset. It was incredible to see these sights before my own eyes as I had only seen them through photos and snapchat videos before. Everything seemed to come to life and I fell silent during some parts of the day just in awe of my surroundings. At nighttime, while the rest of my group went to El Tigre, I decided to meet up with one of my friends from home. It was so nice being able to talk openly with Christine and not feel like I had to invent forced conversation every time I opened my mouth. It’s comforting to acknowledge that we’re in similar situations, social-wise, and I’m gradually accepting the fact that it’s alright if I don’t make lifelong friends while I’m here, granted I’ve only met half of our Vienna program thus far. What’s most important is that I make the most of my experience and accomplish all of the things that I want to do while abroad. I’m going to grow very comfortable spending time by myself this semester, and that is perfect okay. Anyways, together we walked around Centro and indulged in delicious gelato from Mistura and churros from Chocolatería San Gines. Will definitely revisit those places later on.

Our second full day in Madrid was also an adventure as we checked off Puerta Del Sol and row-boating through Buen Retiro Park. Having the liberty to go wherever whenever with no rigid agenda has been refreshing and I’m happy to have shared these moments with my new semi-friends. We’re getting there. One of my favorite activities while visiting a new location is just sight-seeting and walking into random stores and sparking conversations with strangers. There doesn’t have to be an exact activity involved, the exploration is enough. For breakfast we ate at La Libre and for lunch, TAKOS, both of which were well worth the wait! In the evening was our much awaited Tapas Crawl!!! Our tour guide, Raúl, was a blast and we were joined by another couple on their honeymoon. I learned that there are more than 2,000 beer taps just within Madrid, and I also learned how to properly test for good red wine. I looked at our second glass of red wine in front of a white napkin, and smelled the aroma of berries, chocolate, leather, nuts, and “bullshit” according to Val hahaha. After 3.5 hours and 5 stops of engorging in authentic tapas and wine, I felt utterly stuffed. My favorite dish would probably have to be the pork belly from our second stop. Ended the crawl with a nice buzz and full stomach. Following this, I wish we would have gone home to settle down and get ready, but we immediately went straight out to Dubliners, where I met up with Cho and Murph (brothers abroad!!!), and then to StarCoyote. I have to admit I was feeling a bit awkward because I didn’t know as many people as the others did I wasn’t dressed for the occasion. The fact that my roommate was much more drunk than I was and trampling all over me was also highkey annoying. The night ended with me and Madeleine sitting on the sidewalk partially sober waiting for our uber home while the others very drunkenly clambered into the first car. It was a memorable night without a doubt and I did meet a few new friends along the way, but I’m starting to recognize who I want to grow closer with and who I am ambivalent about.

The next morning was sloooow as my Airbnb mates woke up in random intervals, many of whom were hungover messes. But I spent the morning in getting ready and getting my things together as a few others went out to breakfast. I needed the extra hour to spend organizing myself. Half the group left to fly to Seville and the rest of us grabbed lunch and checked into our hostel for the night. I learned that Menu Del Día is not a restaurant, but actually is a deal that various restaurants offer for 11 euro hahaha the more you know! But regardless, the cheese and paella that we shared for lunch that day was so tasty. I took my first siesta later that day after checking into our hostel. While Katie and Val went out to hang out around Centro, I happily hung out with Christine again!! Grabbed Walk to Wok because we were craving Asian food, tracked down the oldest restaurant in the world founded in 1725, Sobrino de Botín, and went shopping along Gran Vía. It felt so comfortable being around genuine company and I litttterally cannot wait until we travel together in the near future.

Note to self: Go to airports early even though in Europe, the check-in and security process isn’t as long as they are in the US. The morning was semi-stressful because we totally disregarded traffic and thought we were going to miss our flight back home to Vienna. But luckily we made it just in time woohoo. Another observation, 3 of the 4 ubers that we took during our stay were Teslas like what the heck bougie!! Apparently the cars aren’t the owners, but are provided by the company.

There’s so much about Spain that intrigues me. The lifestyle there seems slower paced and the lifestyle surprisingly reminds me of that in Taipei where the convenience of walking everywhere and accessing little stores is evident. At the same time, there is so much preserved culture to be reminisced and explored. I’m unsure if I’m so excited because this was my first abroad trip to a different country, but I definitely plan on revisiting Madrid to tour its other features, from renowned museums to rooftop bars to other areas of the city. Maybe I should have chosen Madrid as my first rather than second choice of host country. But who knows, SEE YOU AGAIN ESPAÑA.

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OQ Prompt Party Week

Hi everyone! I set up a Tumblr because I thought it would be the easiest place to post all of the prompts for the OQ Prompt Party week.

If you’d like to take part, just select any of the prompts from the list below and write a fic, make a video or create some art based on it. Please note that more than one person may choose the same prompt.

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And now! Without further ado, here are your prompts:

Prompts:

Friends with benefits

Pride & Prejudice AU with Regina in the role of Mr. Darcy

Hospital AU with Regina as the Chief of cardio (nicknamed ‘The Evil Queen’, work addicted, hates everyone, on call room = sex) and Robin as a Nurse (follows the rules, has a crush on Regina, makes out with her in the on call room, lives in campervan in the forest)

DarkOQ go to New York (aka real World) for their honeymoon and then stops by Storybrooke to check on Regina.

Regina kidnaps Robin to prevent him from marrying Marian.

Regina finds out her fiancé (can be any ouat character) has been cheating on her with her sister on her wedding day! She runs away to a different city or county & meets Robin.

Regina meets her soul mate online. But is reluctant to meet Robin in person for fear of ruining what they already have. Will Robin be able to change her mind? And what happens when her friends try to force her hand?

Robin, Regina and the Evil Queen... perhaps maybe Robin meets one, then meets the other... doesn't quite realise straightaway... ooh they could be twins!

Regina as a headmistress and Robin being a billionaire whose son Roland, goes to the school where Regina is the boss.

Robin being Regina's personal trainer, because Regina wants to work out before her wedding but we all know that wedding won't happen now that they met.

Regina mothering Roland (it'd be awesome if Robin witnessed at least a part of the scene)

Robin actually dies in 5x02 and after seeing Robin getting taken to the underworld Regina chooses to follow. It's the author's choice whether she goes alone or with the storybrooke clan.

Regina owns a Dessous boutique and Robin comes in quite often to buy stuff for his imaginary girlfriend in Regina's sizes and her taste because he just wants to talk to her and work up the courage to ask her on a date but Regina thinks him weird bc why would he flirt with her and buy all this shit for his girlfriend. Later she finds all the unopened bags with stuff in his apartment.

Wonder Woman scene at the healing lake thingy. Regina sees a (naked) man for the first time.

"you can't just run around and threaten to kill everyone." "Oh but you never told me that so how would I know?"

Dark Robin contacts Regina when he doesn't know how to deal with the EQ after a particular fight.

Ink Heart AU Whenever Regina reads a story out loud, characters come to life. She vows never to read out loud again. One day she comes home to find Robin Hood in her son's room. Henry confesses that he shares her strange gift.

"The poor guy at table 4 has almost ordered the whole menu just so he can look at you and you didn't even give him a smile. How about when you slip him your number instead of ask what dessert he wants."

Troy AU (Robin as Achilles and Regina as Briseis, evtl. Hook as Paris and Emma as Helena) when her temple is plundered Robin saves priestess Regina from the hands of the Spartan men.

Roland spills something over himself in Regina's vault and now any time he lies he turns further into a donkey (like in Pinocchio).

(early OQ) Regina comes home and finds the television is dead because it has tons of arrows sticking out. "What on earth did the poor TV do to you?!"

Missing Year body swap AU with Regina and Robin

Homeless AU "You gave me a dollar every day for three years and now I had a bit of luck, I have a job and I really want to pay you back."

"have you by any chance seen my vibrator?" "What's that?" *Explanation* "Ooooh, that thing. Yes, used it to fix the ____."

Regina and Robin meet Daniel/Marian in the Underworld

Cora didn't get the sheriff but the real Robin on Regina's birthday.

Regina meets the baby of DarkOQ for the first time

It's cold and OQ share a blanket

OQ's first camping trip with the kids and Regina turns out to be a natural at _______.

Robin isn't really dead, he's caught in the book of "Adventures of Robin Hood" and tries to get (a message) back to Regina.

Henry decides to throw the author's rules over board and rewrites his mom's happy ending.

It's Regina's first bday after Henry is gone and she feels lonely. The doorbell rings and a little Roland is waiting there with a half eaten cupcake for her (ofc he says it wasn't him, but the icing on his cheeks says it all).

OQ go skinny dipping in the water and when they come out someone stole their clothes.

After missing year just after curse broke. Regina asks Robin to pick up some tampons for her from the store. It turns into quite an adventure because Robin doesn't know what they are.

AU A: "sorry you're sitting on my sun lounger. B: oh and since when is it yours?" A: I clearly reserved it before breakfast with my towel - which by the way you're sitting on! so get your butt off my sun lounger or else."

Robin spills a drink on Regina.

Your OTP is covering up a murder.

Robin doesn’t die instead is resurrected somehow and in NYC as a dark Robin. Things from the finale happen. Regina kills the EQ but she doesn’t die because her soul is tethered to Robin or something like that. EQ and evil Robin find each other. Regina has to find a way to kill EQ or reunite with her and save Robin from the darkness.

Robin dies or so they believe, but in actuality a villain has given Robin a memory curse and he remembers nothing of his life with Regina. Regina helps him remember.

Regina and Robin go look for Daniel’s grave and they happen to find both his and Marian’s stone. Both tipped over and Regina and Robin share an emotional moment.

Groundhog Day AU with OQ.

A fic based on the movie Sabrina.

Regina drunkenly confesses to Robin about the lion tattoo and pixie dust. Robin misunderstands and thinks she doesn't want him around her

Regina picks up the newest book by her favorite writer. Another best seller that she can’t get enough of. What she doesn’t realize is that the heroine from those books is inspired by her and the books were written by her sweet, handsome but oh so shy (at least in RL) neighbor Robin.

Regina and Marian are single moms, neighbors and best friends. When Marian dies she leaves Roland in Regina’s care. A few months later Robin moves in next door. While unpacking his things he discovers a picture of a very pregnant Marian and remembers their night together before leaving for England. There is a date on the back of the photo and he does the math. He is a father and his son is closer than he thinks.

Through a glitch in the system (or was it?) two strangers find themselves married to each other. (somewhat inspired by the movie Accidental Husband).

Regina’s house/apartment is on fire. Lt. Robin Locksley and his men save her and Henry. She goes over to the firehouse to thank them properly and ends up inviting Robin for dinner.

Robin as gladiator and Regina as his domina. (pure smut)

Robin proposes to Regina with a little bit of help from the Storybook and Henry.

The smuttiest smut you’ve ever written in your life.

Robin is taking dancing lessons to surprise Regina on their first wedding anniversary (since their wedding dance ended in a disaster when he broke her toe) and Regina thinks he is cheating. She even follows him with Tinkerbell to find out with who.

Robin and Regina are roommates. Robin accidentally walks in on her getting out of the shower. Regina returns the favor.

Regina drags Robin along with her for a little shopping. Their last stop is Victoria’s Secret and things get “hot and steamy” in the changing room.

Regina and Robin are single parents (Henry and Roland are the same age and go to class together) and have clashed a couple of times during parent/school meetings. She thinks he is immature and irresponsible. He thinks she is overprotective and overbearing. A school camping trip comes up and both go as chaperons (not their idea). Henry and Robin bond and so do Roland and Regina and they both start seeing each other in a new light.

Regina as a soldier. She comes home from her second tour in Iraq. She is not the same woman she used to be after all the things she has seen and all the things she has done. She wants to get her life back on track. Along the way, she meets Robin who is battling his own demons and understands her better than she thinks.

Robin trying to stop EQ!Regina like Xander did with Dark Willow on BTVS.

Robin picks up a hitchhiker named Regina. Things get interesting while on the road.

Henry and Roland are friends (they are about 10 years old). Roland really likes Henry’s mom Regina and Henry thinks Roland’s dad Robin is pretty cool. They decide to play cupid.

Henry makes sure that several things in his house break and Robin (a handyman) has to come and fix them. Hopefully, his mom’s broken heart as well.

Regina, single mom, mayor and workaholic is in desperate need of a new housekeeper/nanny after Henry has scared off yet another one. Robin, widower and single dad who’s life has not been easy after losing Marian is in desperate need of a new job and home for him and his son Roland.

After a blackout, heavily pregnant Regina ends up stuck in an elevator (or another place, whichever you prefer) with a stranger. Unfortunately, her water breaks and Robin has to help her deliver her baby.

Regina is Mary Margaret’s childhood friend and maid of honor. Robin is David’s best friend from college and best man. The first meeting between the couple’s best friends doesn’t go as planned and ends in a disaster with a very upset MM and a disappointed David. Regina and Robin are forced to put their differences aside to ensure a happy wedding day for their friends.(If there is a part with them having to take dance lessons and things heat up during that I won't be sad.)

Regina and Robin as thieves: It is the 3rd time he had outsmarted her and stolen from right under her nose. Only this time he is a bit careless with his disguise (at least that’s what she thinks) and she manages to see the lion tattoo on his right arm which helps her track him down. Her plan is to steal everything back from him. His plan is to steal one last thing from her: her heart.

Robin, a single dad, saves Henry from being run over by a car, but gets hit himself in the process. Regina is so grateful she helps him and Roland while Robin heals.

Robin is a disgruntled former employee of Cora Mills who, in a moment of desperation, kidnaps Coras daughter, Regina.

Robin, somewhat of a ladies man, gets the shock of his life when a social worker hands him a baby boy, telling him that his mother had died and that she wanted the baby’s father to take care of him. Robin doesn’t know what to do and asks his neighbor Regina for help.Regina is reluctant at first. She doesn’t like him. Thanks to him Henry has witnessed his conquests walks of shame on a regular basis which always led to awkward questions.

Robin can’t explain the feelings he has for Regina. One night he overhears a very drunk Regina and Tinkerbell (Tink already knows that it’s Robin and drops a few hints without giving him away) talking about the man with the lion tattoo and it all starts making sense.

Robin cuts in line at the supermarket. Regina is not having it.

Robin is so used to sleeping in the forest he won't fall asleep in houses etc because of the missing forest noises (birds, frogs...)

instead of Neal, Pan's shadow Robin and Roland to Neverland.

Author Henry by accidentally mixes up some of his comics with the stories he's supposed to be writing down. ... therefore somehow Regina and Robin trade places with some comic book characters.

Regina used to be a teen Popstar, now a few decades have passed. Life has happened etc and she's asked to be back on stage for a show to celebrate the decade she's been famous in. They want her to share the stage though with a few men who used to the British boyband "The Merry Men"

AU based on the film "one fine day"

Enchanted Forest, s3, OQ secret candlelight dinner.

David, Killian and Robin talking about things from the land without magic with King Arthur (and Merlin). Gadgets, things that vibrate (including sex toys and phones), birth control, underwear…

Robin asking Regina what certain things are (for) after having been to the store/supermarket/pharmacy like roller skates and birth control.

Robin is a wedding planner. Regina is divorce lawyer.

Robin and Regina are actors in the same movie or tv-show who are in denial about being in love with each other. Their friends on set try to trick them into discovering their feelings

OQ’s first baby.

Robin is a counselor/psychologist who helps people with anger management. Regina is a particularly difficult patient of his. they both develop feelings for one another.

Roland looses his first tooth

Robin teaches Regina how to shoot an arrow.

Regina teaches Robin how to ride (assuming he doesn't know how to)

Robin meets Cora/Henry in the underworld

Regina tells Robin that she's infertile.

Roland and Henry prepare a surprise birthday party for Regina.

Roland’s first tantrum with Regina

Roland can't sleep so he sneaks in Henry’s bedroom. When Regina and Robin wake up, they find a fort has been built in Henry’s room and the two boys sleeping soundly.

Just like she did with Henry when he was younger, Regina shows Roland how to garden and he insists in having his own plant to take care of.

Henry and Robin spend a day/afternoon/or/night alone for the first time.

Robin asks Henry to be his best man

Regina asks Roland to be his flower boy

Regina is sick, her men take care of her

Family vacation/road trip

Roland is scared of something (darkness, or whatever) and he is ashamed. Henry tells him that until this day he is still scared of (insert something)

Regina snores while sleeping with Robin.

Robin doesn't know how to work a toaster.

Robin tries to steal Regina’s cab.

Sex goes horribly wrong and they laugh about it

Roland loses Robin's bow

Kissing in the rain

Modern day AU where they are cosplayers and meet at a Comic Con

Roland wants to be the evil queen for Halloween

Sex on the kitchen table

Robin accidentally gets Regina the flowers she hates most.

Robin is allergic to something and Regina accidentally feeds it to him.

Robin and Roland miss Regina and video call her.

Regina takes Robin and Roland to the beach for the very first time.

Henry decides he wants to be a vegetarian so Regina and Robin follow suit as moral support, but they're secretly sneaking bacon, chicken wings and pepperoni pizza into their room.

Regina and Robin talking over what Zelena did to him.

Robin and Regina putting her heart back in after Zelena took it for her spell.

Regina remembering Robin is still chained to a tree after the shattered sight spell is over.

Regina and Robin take roland for ice cream for the first time (Roland being introduced to her). Leading to the scene we saw of them walking hand in hand, on the way to grannies.

Missing year: Snow ships oq! And however that manifests, maybe Regina realised she's been trying to match make with the two of them? Snow goes to Robin to talk about Regina cos she's worried?

Regina thinks Robin may be cheating on her with his ex Marian... until they introduce her to Mulan, her girlfriend.

Party of Five AU. Henry has to take care of the Hood-Mills kids after OQ dies.

Canon divergent oneshot where Robin crashes Regina's wedding hoping to steal some jewels and fancy plates but ends up stealing her instead.

Roland finds two kittens, they love Regina the most.

A walk in the woods / on the beach.

Cuddling during a flight.

Robin & Regina hide the dagger…

Robin is a comic-strip artist and an owner of comic book store. He creates a new super heroine inspired by his favorite customer Regina, who he admires from afar.

How the EQ responds to Robins proposal/first time they see each other after the arrow.

D!OQ first kiss.

D!OQ stealing from the rich together so kinda bandit EQ.

Robins birthday....Regina bakes him a cake and probably has some other surprises for him!!

Regina asking Robin to move in with her.

How S3 should have ended...no Marion coming back nonsense. Them having a nice family dinner at granny's and Regina asking Robin if he wanted to go home with her,for their first night together.

Any domestic OQ kitchen chores with Regina in one of Robins shirts.

Them having a conversation about her cutting her hair, why did she do it, him running his fingers through it.

Henry catching them in a compromising position somewhere.

Regina watching Robin sleep the morning after the vault before she gets up and dressed.

A lot more vault blanks filled in. Did she question/was there any conversation after the initial kiss? Where'd they go? What exactly happened?

Regina having a hard time on Roland's first day of school.

Any and all oq wedding scenarios.

Robin seeing Marion in the underworld (or getting to do anything in the underworld).

Jealous Robin in Camelot.

Hogwarts AU where Robin is the Gryffindor Guy who falls for the Slytherin girl Regina.

Regina and Roland use magic mirrors as walkie talkies.

Robin is called to the principal's office after Roland gets in a fight with a kid who said mean things about Regina.

Sliding Doors AU.

Roland opens a lemonade stand.

Robin has to sub in for Regina at a Parent Teachers Association meeting for school.

Robin discovers bacon. (bonus points for sexy kitchen shenanigans)

Henry protects Roland from bullies.

Regina is bad at camping but then saves Roland from bears.

Robin and Regina watch Game of Thrones together. Robin thinks Regina would have given Cersei a run for her money. Also Regina's dragon is cooler than Dany's dragons.

The Notebook AU

Dark OQ masquerading as real OQ.

Regina gets drunk and wanders into Robin's camp late at night...either to yell at him, or fuck him (or both). she ends up breaking his tent.

Regina owns a bar and Robin is a regular who has a secret crush on her.

Robin and Regina meet at a singles vacation resort, have a blast together, and agree not to see each other when vacation is over. But then someone breaks that agreement....

Bandit!Regina and Robin get captured by Nottingham and have to find a way to get out of the cell.

Wish Nottingham also comes over to the Enchanted Forest with Wish!Robin and The Evil Queen.

Regina and Robin meet at the principals office after their children are caught fighting.

Robin has amnesia. He falls in love with his Regina, his doctor.

Regina and Wish!Robin get married in the EF.

Despite cursing herself with infertility, Regina becomes pregnant. She talks to Robin about her confusion as to what this means.

Regina and Robin meet at a grief counseling session.

Blind date.

Regina or Robin suffers a sex related injury.

Regina's hair is curly and Robin likes.

Henry asks Robin for advice on girls.

Roland tells Regina that he is scared that someone will take his papa away.

Roland asks Regina to be his mother for "Bring Your Mom To School Day"

Regina enchants Roland's birthday cake so whatever he wishes for comes true.

Skype sex.

Regina and Robin meet in a club. There's instant attraction and smut ensues.

Henry is a child actor who gets fired by some douchey TV producers, Regina and Robin comfort him.

Henry and Roland have their first fight.

Regina gets hit by a car and Robin is a good samaritan who helps her.

Missing year. A drunken Regina confesses her attraction to Robin.

Robin gets drunk and tells John he thinks he's falling in love with the evil queen.

MissingYear sick!Regina with Robin taking care of her.

s7 setting, cursed Robin (with another name), Seattle university professor, goes out for a drink after a rough day at a bar he usually avoids as he knows many of his students frequent there, making eyes to the 'zesty and feisty' bar owner. When he meets her, he understands why... What he doesn't understand is why his heart flutters the moment she speaks to him nor does she get why a strange tattoo on his arm seems strangely familiar.

Based on BBC's Sherlock, Regina as Irene Adler and Robin as Sherlock Holmes, but with their own unique touch to it... What happens when insane consulting criminal Gold hires a well known dominatrix to take out the world's most genius detective? How does her mind that matches his own manage to make him feel something he had never felt before???

He's a loner, willingly avoiding human contact and emotional connection after the unexpected loss of his wife (and child... I know I'm bad). He's given an AI program that talks to him as if it were a real person. Her voice intrigues him, her responses are clever and witty... She sounds so real.... If only she were. Is she?

Just Like Heaven au. He's in a coma. She's moving in to his apartment, but his spirit seems to have other ideas. How can they coexist? And can she bring him back?

Henry jumps from realm to realm searching for Robin's soul. When he crashes Cinderella's carriage, he discovers this new realm hides way more surprises than he thought... Like exiled souls that search for a way back.

Bandit Regina gets arrested under Prince John's command... Funnily enough someone she considered her rival occupies the cell right next to hers. Can they work together to escape? Can they trust each other with their freedom and life?

Grown up (and quite magical) Robyn discovers the truth about her conception and the unfair loss of her father... Needless to say, she holds a huge grudge, but when she faces Regina about it, she discovers how deeply her aunt has been hurt over that loss and how she hid her pain all those years…

After Robyn searches for her brother, the two share a talk about their past, their father and Regina.... She listens from afar, tears running down her face, as she recalls so many moments in which she felt she'd be truly happy like she always planned with him... Funnily enough, he listens too.. And makes sure she knows he does. And that his children do too.

House MD AU. She's his boss, he's a smart pain in the ass yet the most brilliant mind she has in her hospital... And one of her oldest acquaintances as well. When she searches for a way to have a child and tries in vitro... He's the only one she trusts with the injections... But he objects to her having a child with someone she doesn't know... Will she listen?

Robin meets Regina in Seattle and they fall for each other again not recognizing who the other is. When the curse breaks (and we all bawl our eyes out with them cause they found each other after three billion years) robin reveals he has a huge thing for Regina in curls... After he does, she embraces her natural wave almost permanently.

Outlaw queen adopting a baby

Hood Mills family getting their first pet

Robin telling Regina he can't have children.

Regina coming out as bisexual or pansexual.

Robin proposing to Regina in the forest.

Robin getting his first job in Storybrooke.

Robin coming out as bisexual or pansexual.

Regina teaching Robin how to use modern things.

(AU) Robin didn't die, he ends up in the new town (and is cursed too), meets Regina and he can feel the connection but he can't remember anything. They develop a relationship and break the curse with a true love kiss.

(Young OQ AU) Regina is dating Robin and she can't wait to go to prom with him but something happens and she can't go so Robin organize a romantic dinner in her garden.

Sunday morning breakfast

Dealing with Regina's period [ex. cramps, moodiness, extra horny, etc.]

Midnight snack

Bartender AU [one owns the bar, the other is a bartender, sparks fly, love unfolds, etc.]

Robin & Regina meet & fall in love in their 50's.

“South Pacific" AU.

There are a few prompts for certain writers that I will send out individually.

Video specific prompts:

The Winner Takes It All - Regina, Robin, Zelena/Marian

Bluebird

Sanctuary (Nashville OST)

Uptown Girl

Art specific prompts:

Banner to use for the fic Happiness Can't Be Arranged by grayautumnsky (OQ meets Jane Austen)

WW2 AU by grayautumnsky - Robin is a Nazi soldier during the occupation of France. If this were a manip (doesn't have to be), the pics of Sean from Timeless would be perfect. As for Regina, when I think of her in this fic I always picture the character Sira from The Time In Between (which is set during WW2).

Regina & Robin reading legends about him (a canon scene which we've never seen). And if I can ask for anything else: I'm so weak for DimplesQueen, I'd love to see a drawing of them&Robin

Robin & Regina go on vacation.

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