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catnaples · 4 years

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HAIKYUU HEADCANONS: Haikyuu captains with a S/O who is chunky

DAICHI

- Lets just start with the fact that Daichi has THE BEST THIGHS

- Daichi would love to pull you close and feel your warmth as he hugs you

- His favorite thing would be when you wear form fitting clothing that show off your curves (but he’d be quick to get jealous if any other guy began to ogle you)

- He would constantly kiss the curves of your chest

- When you guys are sitting at home, kissing or something (eyebrow wiggle) he’d love when you sit on his lap. He loves how plush and soft you are.

- Whenever you begin to feel self-conscious about yourself, he has no problem snatching you into his arms and peppering you with kisses, whispering all of the things he loves about you.

- Cuddle sessions are the best. Although he does prefer being the big spoon (he loves holding you close with a large hand planted on you soft stomach) he really enjoys the times when you hold him, his face buried in your chest.

- Basically Daichi is super soft with you <3

Kuroo

- This man

- He absolutely loves your curves

- He loves when he hugs you and your warmth just envelopes him, along with your sweet perfume

- On days when he’s been stressed or he’s just really tired, he loves when you rest his head against your chest and lay there with him, listening to your heartbeat

- He is S O S O F T for those moments

- He loves going out and buying you clothes and lingerie, which you always question

- “You think I’d look good in this?”

- He always pulls you close, and whispers reassurances in your ear. “I think you’d look stunning”

- But he’d never force you to wear it if you didn’t feel comfortable.

- He loves bringing you to hang out with friends or to games, so he can show off how perfect you are.

- Whenever you both are cuddling, he loves to massage circles into your soft hips, or in your thighs, enjoying the softness and warmth of your skin

- Whenever you feel insecure, his first instinct is to yank you into a hug and pepper you with kisses, while he tells you how perfect you are to him.

- He would buy you lots of sweets and then sit there and feed you lovingly

- I’m simping real hard now

BOKUTO

- Bokuto is a cinnamon bun. I love him

- He’s got muscles for days, he would straight pick you up and wrap your legs around your waist with ease, just so he could carry you around and continue to feel your warmth

- He would love taking you out to eat new foods with him, and would even pull a Kuroo and try to feed you

- He loves making you flustered, even when he doesn’t mean to, by picking you up and pushing you against the wall,and then kissing your face

- When you guys are hanging out, he loves laying his head in your lap and looking up at your face lovingly, admiring every single thing about it

- He always has a hand on your hips or thighs. They’re so soft, what can he do?

- He loves when you wear shorts, so you can show off your legs for him. But he doesn’t want you to wear them around other guys, because he doesn’t want them to ogle you

- Thigh highs kill him everytime

- If you are ever feeling self-conscious about your weight, and you go on a hunger strike, it will personally hurt him. He never wants to see you hurting.

- He’ll buy your favorite food, and ask that you eat. When you don’t, he’ll give you the Emo Bokuto pout until you either laugh or roll your eyes and eat. He’ll be super happy and give you a giant hug, breathing in your perfume.

- He’ll offer healthy recommendations for you if it makes you feel any better, but doesn’t mind eating junk either. He just loves you and wants you to be happy

OIKAWA

- Oikawa to me really seems like he could be the shallow type

- But in all honesty, from the second he saw you, he was intent on having you

- You were so soft looking, you instantly made his heart fill with warmth

- Whenever you finally started dating, the team immediately took a liking to you because of how much praise Oikawa sang for you

- He loves to give you soft kisses over all of the places you are self-conscious about

- He low-key just wants to spoil you 24/7, and will buy you fancy lingerie, expensive treats, and will always want to take you out for dates

- He loves when you lay down, because he immediately will lay between your legs, with his head on your stomach or chest. If he’s laying on your stomach, he’ll rub your thighs lovingly. If his head is on your chest, he’ll rub your sides softly and listen to your heartbeat

- If you ever feel really crappy about your body, he’ll show you the countless candids he’s taken of you, and point out every beautiful thing about them. By the end you'll be teary eyed and you’ll be reminded of why you love him so much

- He loves when you wear tight things, and doesn’t mind when you wear them around others because he knows that he can put off enough intimidation to scare any other guys away

- Low-key loves feeding you candy, so much to the point where you wont eat it in school because he insists on feeding it to you

USHIJIMA

- When you first met him, you didn’t notice the way his eyes raked over your body. His face remained stoic the entire time

- You had no idea he was a simp for you until one day you came to his practice to deliver a paper from the teacher, and it had just ended so he was all alone.

- He took the paper from you and his stare was so intense that your face was bright red. You thought it was because he was judging you, so you scoffed and looked at him

-”What,you’ve never seen curves before? You got a problem?” You asked aggressively.

- A brief look of shock goes over his face before he slowly shakes his head. “I was admiring how beautiful and soft you look” And that was the moment you began to simp for him too

- From then on out, you (albeit shyly) began going to his games and making an effort to speak a little more with him, still trying to read him

- Finally, you end up getting close enough and he asks you out. You accept, and then he truly begins to show you how much he loves you and your body

- He loves pulling a Bokuto and picking you up and resting you against the wall. He loves how flustered you get

- He will pull you down to the bed/sofa and force you to lay on top of him, no matter how heavy you think you are, so that he can enjoy your warmth and softness.

- He’s a B I G B O Y so he’ll always let you wear his jacket. It’s refreshing for him to see someone wear his jacket without completely being lost in it.

- He loves when you wear tight pants or thigh highs. It drives him crazy, and his normally stoic face will be replaced with a red one

- He loves rubbing his hands up and down your thighs slowly, enjoying how soft they are

- Whenever you feel bad about your body, he’s the first one to notice and immediately pick you up so he can shower you with whispered compliments and affection

- He thoroughly surprises the team the first time they see him pick you up and kiss you

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Ojiro x Black reader

Sub/Dom dynamics.

Spanking and I don't mean like "haha you have big ass me likey oogaabooga" I'm talking "count for me"

But it's still really sweet ya'know? Ojiro best boi

I've tried so many times but "dick" never looks good on paper. But i want to find another word cause cock is giving me very much 🏈 fratboy🏈

"Oji~ you know that I love you?" A digitally inhanced sigh fills the room, "Yes"

It was a Saturday and you were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come home for your birthday. So what do you do to pass the time? Call him every hour of the day of course.

"Y/N, can I please just do my job, I promise I will only focus on you when I get back." You pouted as you twirled your freshly finished twist outs, "I mean I could do that."

You could hear Ojiro hold his breath on the other side of the line, making your smirk widen, "But I won't cause I love you so much baby!"

You knew you were wrong for doing this, you just found so much joy at his expense. From elsewhere in the house, the doorbell rang drawing your attention. "Fine, Mashiro I'm going to call you back later okay baby?" A wheeze came through the phone, "Yes babe, I love you bye!"

You giggle at the thought of his relieved face as you tiptoe to the front door. "Is this for me?!" You sing out to no one in particular as you pick up an unmarked bag of plastic. Bringing it inside your mouth, you tear it open with your teeth, and begin to feel giddy once you see what's inside.

A while ago, you had ordered some yellow lingerie to match Oijiro's hair, and after helplessly scouring the internet, you finally found one in a good shade, nice design, and reasonable price.

(Nah y'all know how hard it was to find a black girl in yellow lingeire? I don't understand it's not like i looked up a specific skin tone, I kept getting white people 😭 i barely found this one and what pissed me off was that i had given up and searched "black girl in white lingeire" to match Oijiro's hero costume and finally i got a cute yellow one like wtf?!)

Edit: THE DAMN LINGERIE NEVER LOADED HERE

You go to your room and try it on and after struggling with adjusting the thigh straps to your massive thighs, you were able to stand in front of your full length mirror to take pictures. "Oo look at me!" You dance a little in front of the mirror, shaking your hips.

You stop for a moment as a devious smile comes into your face. You grab your phone and set it up to take pictures. After a mini photo shoot that distracted you for about 30 minutes, you decided to send 2 of them to your ever so loving boyfriend.

You wait a few moments and gasp as you see the word seen pop up. You do a leap around the house giggling with anxiety from his reaction.

When you got back to your bed you huff at his lack of reply. "He couldn't even give me the tease of a text bubble?!"

That ruined your mood as you grabbed your house coat and stomped around the house cleaning up and watching TV. You don't call him after that, "He doesn't deserve my presence."

In reality, you were in your feelings for honestly nothing. You knew he was working but it still would have been nice to get a reaction.

*Thump*

You jump and damn near take the entire kitchen with your a you look around the seemingly empty house, "What the hell?!"

*Thump*

The sound was coming from your balcony. You peek around the doorway and your eyes go wide. "Oijiro what are your doing here?" You move to open the glass doors but stop as you make eye contact with your man.

His beautiful face was adorned with features of a rabid animal. He pressed his phone against the glass door and you gulped as you saw your picture, full screen. "Yeah, I think I'm going to let you simmer out there for a while.

*Thump*

That was the sound of Oijiro's heavy tail hitting the ground. You knew that movement, it was similar to a bunny temper tantrum but deadlier. "Open the door y/n."

A shiver runs throughout your body at the sound of his voice. It was deep and unwavering as he blankly stared at you through the panels. Feeling down right terrified, you turn around on your heel and go on your merry way. 'y'all hear something cause I sure don't'

Click

You stop in your tracks as you hear movement behind you.

'he got in didn't he'

'why did I give him the key?'

You try to inconspicuously shuffle away before a hand finds its way around your neck and the soft pad of a thumb on your tongue. "That wasn't very nice of you, to leave me out there." You giggle uncomfortably as Ojiro places gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck.

"I just thought, you needed some fresh air." The hand tightens and you can't help but grab onto his wrist in that moment. "I don't like it when you're a smart alec Y/N." In the distance, you heard the sound of his tail thumping again, shaking nearby decorations and furniture.

Grabbing your hands, Oijiro walls you to your shared bedroom and locks the door. You sit on the bed and twiddle your fingers as Ojiro stood in front of you glaring. "Does this mean you didn't like my photo or?"

Oijiro's steely eyes meet yours and you flinch, "Oh I loved it. I loved it so much that I popped a glorious erection during a meeting in front of all my peers." Oijiro's trail thumps against the floor, making you jump. "Do you know how hard it is to hide a boner when your hero costume is a robe, princess?"

Princess, that word meant business, and business meant no sitting down properly for a week. 'this birthday gonna be lit.' is all you thought as you lazily cross your legs. "I don't know, I'd assume it would be easier than spandex?"

Ojiro smirks as he drags your body to the head of the bed, holding down your hands securely. Getting on the bed Oijiro grips your chin in his hand before kissing your mouth gently. "Happy Birthday."

He sits back and recklessly opens your robe and down right moans at the sight of you. "When did you buy this?" You look away, embarrassed, "It was for your birthday but it didn't come in time." Oijiro nodded as he pulled on a thigh strap before releasing it with a loud snap.

"You look beautiful in it." For a while, Oijiro spends his time caressing you. Starting from your breasts which he sucked on generously, and your stomach that he peppered with kisses. All while avoiding your erogenous zones and making you needier.

"Ojiro!" You moaned as he scraped his teeth below your naval. Ojiro watched you with trained eyes as his hands follow your plush thighs, squeezing them every so often.

"Sending that picture wasn't very nice of you." Ojiro mumbled as he grazed over the one place you needed him to touch. "Please, touch me."

Oijiro props himself up pulling you with him. His hands follow your waist and stop at your butt, squeezing at the mounds as he continues to kiss your skin. "I don't think you've learned your lesson Y/n." You nodded quickly and whined, "I did learn my lesson, promise!" You try to entice him by grinding against him, but you quickly realize that was the wrong thing to do as his face grows serious.

"This is a fine example of what I mean, you're impatient." Not liking that answer, you pout and cross your arms, "This is stupid it's my birthday." Oijiro flicks your nose, "Watch your attitude. You incoherently mumble again clearly defiant. "Lay over my lap."

Minutes before you could protest, he's already tugging you, face down, over his lap and delivering a smack. "Ow!" "I want you to count for me, lose place and we start over. Don't count and I'll make this longer. Do you remember your safe word?" You nod your head slowly and jump as your ass blazes with heat from another smack "1. Thank you sir."

You hate to admit it but it had been a while since you pushed Ojiro this far punishment wise so it wasn't surprising that you were shaking by 5, crying by 7, Ojiro was hard by 9, and you were extremely wet by 12. "You're taking your punishment so we'll." You gripped the sheets tightly into your hands and crossed your legs as you revived another slap, "T-Twenty, thank you s-sir."

You expected to revive more but was pleasantly surprised when you were coaxed off of Oijiro's lap and pulled in between his legs. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily for someone that hasn't been spanked. "Are you okay dear?" You sniff as Ojiro takes your hands and places kisses on your knuckles.

You run your legs together and look down at him with pleading eyes. "What's wrong baby? Haven't I taken care of you enough today?" Ojiro mocked, but you personally couldn't find anything funny. You drop to your knees and rub his legs before shortly trailing your fingers over his crotch.

Ojiro does nothing but watch, as you gently tug on the fabric of his hero costume. "Oji it's my birthday." Ojiro shrugged, "You're right it is your birthday. Don't you think you're old enough to make your own decisions?" You smirk at that and quickly pull his cock out of hiding.

You internally drooled at the sight of him. Oijiro's size was conservitively average with only girth going for him, but something about that turned you on more than if he was larger. He watches you, mouth parted as you give kitten licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had accumulated.

Gingerly, he places his hand on the back of your head, urging you to continue. You smirk up at him and bat your eyelashes slowly as you trail your tongue from the base to the tip, where you bow your head, to swallow him whole.

"Shit." Ojiro pushes you all the way down and tosses his head back as he feels you constrict around him. You raise a hand to fondle his sensitive..balls😑. Causing him to jerk his hips making the tip hit the back of your throat.

As you busy yourself, you couldn't help but grind on his thick tail that rested below you. "S-Shit Y/N you're going to get your juices all over me!" You hum in response as you continue to buck your hips against the large mass of muscle.

Ojiro pulls your hair to stop you from sucking as he kisses your lips with a sigh. "You have to stop now or I won't last any longer." You chuckle as you stand to your full height and watch as Ojiro kisses your belly with closed eyes. "Wow, who knew a little bit of fabric would turn you into a 1 pump chump?!"

Ojiro glares up at you as he smacks your ass, making you whine as it reignites the soreness from before.

Pulling you onto the bed, Ojiro stands up, holding his tail to his face as he licks up your release. "You got me all messy." Pulling off the rest of his clothing, Ojiro climbs behind you, and he gently dips a finger into your warm cavern. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pushes your head down and pulls your waist closer to him.

He watches as your holes noticeably clench at his voice. "Please, Oji."

The thickness was something you never got used to and though patient with foreplay, Ojiro always had a hard time holding back even if he puts only his tip in. Arousal drips down your entrance slowly and he uses that to aid the rest of him inside. "So pretty for me." Ojiro takes hold of your underwear straps and uses that to push his way in.

Your mouth opens in a silent yell as you feel your insides constrict around him. "Relax baby, I can't move." You breath shakily and Ojiro gently waits for you to relax by rubbing sharp circles into your twitching clit.

You angle your hips back and fuck yourself into his cock once you were ready. He guides you and drinks in all your whimpers as you attempt to go faster. "Does that feel good baby? Is my dick making you shake?" Your reply is a series of breathy 'yes's' as Ojiro picks up speed.

"Fuck you're so warm and soft!" Ojiro grabs your squishy hips as he pivots out of your weeping hole. You graon into the sheets as he leans over you. "You're creaming around me you know?" You bury your face in embarrassment as Ojiro intertwines his fingers with yours.

You feel the pit in your stomach grow tighter as you get closer to your orgasm. "I'm coming, fuck I'm cumming." You were so close but Ojiro stops in his tracks and holds you down.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask turning your head around to look back at your smirking boyfriend. He raises both hands and slams them down on your thighs as he yanks your back, halfway off the bed. Your legs dangle off the side as the rest of you stays and I'm all honesty this was an awkward position due to your long legs.

Oijiro's trail thumps behind you and you can hear it hitting various objects as it swishes around the room. "Why are you so excited?" You ask trying your best to hold on to the thin trails off your orgasm as your heart rate slowed. "I'm just thinking about if you really deserve to cum."

You throw your head up immediately and stomp your fists. "It's my birthday can't you do this some other time?!" Ojiro pushes your face into the bed, knocking the wind out of you as he sets a brutal pace. "See that attitude right there is what I'm talking about." He shakes his head as he pounds your ass repeatedly.

You're quickly bright closer to your orgasm as the lack of oxygen goes to your brain. When he does let you up, you are coming with a loud groan as he pulls out, ruining your orgasm.

"Ojiro what the hell!" You yell, still twitching from the shocks. Ojiro looks at you shrugging as he jerks himself to completion. "You said make you cum."

You groan stomping into the bathroom ignoring Oijiro's laughter from behind.

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kelyon · 3 years

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Golden Rings Chapter 6: A Shop

The Storybrooke Sequel to Golden Cuffs

Rumpelstiltskin gathers his thoughts and his stuff

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As Rumpelstiltskin drove Gold’s wife in Gold’s car to Gold’s pawnshop, he got a chance to look around Storybrooke. It was a cool, sunny, Monday morning in October. The first real morning since the curse had been cast. Last night, Emma Swan had decided to stay. After twenty-eight years, time was moving forward for the people in this town.

Did they know? These people, who led as ordinary lives as this world allowed, did they have any idea of what they’d forgotten? The man walking a spotted dog, the brick-haired woman thundering toward the hardware store, the flocks of children in their school uniforms. Could they even imagine who they used to be? With the Savior’s arrival, the curse was beginning to break. Was there any sign, any hint that things were different now?

Yes.

“Well look at that.” Rumpelstiltskin said as he opened the car door for Mrs. Gold. “The old clock tower is running again.”

She squinted up at the building across the street from the pawnshop. For the past twenty-eight years, the clock in the tower on top of the library had been stuck at 8:15. Gold had walked past it every day for as long as he could remember. Now it read 8:55. It wasn’t much movement yet, but it was a damn good start.

Mrs. Gold made a polite, vaguely interested noise and then sashayed her way over to the side door of the shop. She had been quiet for most of the morning. Breakfast had shown both of them that the things that had pleased Gold were nothing but ash to him now.

That meal had given Rumpelstiltskin a taste of just how enormous a task he had set out for himself in living with this woman. Mrs. Gold was only happy if her husband was happy. And Gold showed his pleasure with his wife by how frequently he used her, and how closely he controlled her. If Rumpelstiltskin left the woman alone, if he allowed her to live her own life and make her own decisions, she would think that he was ignoring her. And the only reason Gold gave for ignoring his wife was to punish her. Gold always wanted her to know every time he thought she wasn’t worth the price of her upkeep.

Rumpelstiltskin didn’t want Mrs. Gold to feel worthless. He had taken mercy on her earlier, by ordering her to write out a shopping list. It pleased Mrs. Gold to do things for her husband. Gold had trained her to believe that was all she was good for.

She was waiting for him at the door, hands behind her back, just as she had posed in front of the door to the house last night. She didn’t have a key to the shop either.

“Do you--” Rumpelstiltskin looked at her for a moment, but then had to shift his eyes to the key in the lock. “Do you remember the last time that clock was in working order?”

Mrs. Gold tilted her head and thought. Her nose crinkled just like Belle’s.

“I… don’t... think so? Would it have been when there was still a library?”

“Probably.” He opened the shop door and held it for Mrs. Gold. “I don’t remember the library ever being open.”

That was true. The Storybrooke Free Public Library had come into this world an abandoned wreck. Gold had taken pride in making sure it would stay that way in perpetuity. He owned the building but didn’t allow it to be put to use. There was no benefit for him in people having free access to knowledge and services. He even objected to the thought of the library as a place for people to come in off the streets without spending any money.

“When I was in high school, we used to break in and drink beer. Try to find dirty books.”

Rumpelstiltskin raised his eyebrows at Mrs. Gold. He hadn’t realized the memories the curse would give them would be that comprehensive.

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“Well, Hunter, of course, and he never went anywhere without Jesse. And Sean Herman--you know, Mitchell Herman’s useless prettyboy son. Oh, and that pathetic Ashley Boyd was always hanging around Sean, trying to get him to commit.” Mrs. Gold sniggered. “That didn’t really work out for her, did it?”

They were in the shop now. It was a cool, dark room, filled to the brim with merchandise. Rumpelstiltskin shut the side door and went to unlock the front. Gold always had the store open promptly at nine.

“I’m surprised you remember so much about your adolescence.”

Behind the back counter, Mrs. Gold looked down at her hands. “I… I didn’t drink that much, Mr. Gold. But I understand if you don’t want me to talk about that… trashy stuff. I know that’s not who I am anymore.” She bit her lip and twisted her wedding ring.

He turned his back on her to flip the sign in the door from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open. He pulled up the venetian blinds and let the morning sunlight in through the front windows.

Without looking at her, he asked, “How long ago was it? When you were in high school, drinking beer with boys?”

She scoffed. “God, a million years ago.”

He nodded. Of course she would say something like that. It would have been too easy to help her realize the truth with mere facts. According to her age, it should have been less than five years ago, at most, that she had been a teen-ager getting into trouble. But there were far more than five years’ worth of memories between that time and now. She had been married to Gold for longer than she had actually been alive. But he couldn’t simply point that out and expect her to believe it.

The curse didn’t work like that. It wasn’t a faulty theorem that could be disproven with logic. No, the curse was the axiom of this world, the basis of logic. The curse was reality. Mrs. Gold could no more resist it than she could fight her need to breathe or the pull of gravity on her body.

The curse was the truth for almost everyone in this town.

Mrs. Gold tapped her painted fingernails against the glass counter. “When did you want me to go to the grocery store?”

Rumpelstiltskin looked out the window. He could see the library from here. Belle would have been thrilled by the idea of a public library. She would read every book, and talk to people about what they were reading. When the curse broke, he would show it to her.

“The sooner the better,” he answered the woman who was not Belle. Might as well get her out of the way for an hour or two. There were things in this shop that he needed to find, and it would be better not to have her hovering around.

“Oh, okay.” Mrs. Gold had taken off her scarf and set down her purse, but she immediately began to collect them again. “Then I’ll pick up the ice cream before you close the shop? That way it won’t melt before I can get it in the freezer.”

For just a moment, Rumpelstiltskin wanted to ask the obvious logistical question: Why couldn’t she go home with the ice cream and then come back? Or stay at the house for a while? Why did Mrs. Gold have to revolve her activities around her husband’s schedule?

But he knew the answer: Because Gold didn’t want her in his house without him. Because Gold didn’t trust the woman he married. Because Gold got off on making life difficult for his wife and then giving her a pat on the head after she successfully jumped through the hoops he set up every single day.

Rumpelstiltskin shook his head.

“That’s a good plan,” he said quietly.

“Thank you, Mr. Gold! I’m not always as stupid as I look!”

Gods, her smile was dazzling. Even like this, even as she insulted herself, she was so beautiful. She looked so happy. Belle’s face, Belle’s eyes, Belle’s smile... He could look at Belle forever. But he couldn’t stand the sight of Mrs. Gold.

He stood in the center of the shop, with his cane set out in front of him like a longsword. She flounced over to him, then hesitated. Her hands reached out, halfway between her body and his. But Mrs. Gold knew better than to touch her husband without permission.

“Is there anything else I should do today, Mr. Gold?”

She was waiting for him to touch her, he realized. Her body was poised for him to pull her in for one of Gold’s signs of affection--a breathtaking kiss, a possessive squeeze, a playful swat, or something rougher. Rumpelstiltskin knew those gestures. He hated to let Belle out of his sight without some last physical expression of his love.

Mrs. Gold was used to the same thing from her husband. Only there was no love in it on Gold’s part.

With a sweep of his arm, Rumpelstiltskin backed away from Mrs. Gold to open the front door for her. “No, there’s nothing else I need. But take your time. If there’s something you’d like to do today, feel free.”

She swallowed and looked at him dubiously. “Maybe I’ll… go to the lingerie shop. Stock up on cheap panties?”

Rumpelstiltskin tried to keep from grimacing. “Whatever makes you happy, dearie. Let me give you some money.”

Mrs. Gold took the cash and strutted down the street. The mention of tear-away underthings had put a spring in her step. He watched her from the doorway. He saw the citizens of Storybrooke stop what they were doing to stare at her. His wife. Gold’s most expensive possession, on full display.

He went inside and shut the door behind him.

****

The store was filled with bits and pieces of other people’s lives. This was a pawn shop, after all. Everything here had once belonged to someone else. Some of the merchandise was from Storybrooke--old snowshoes, a garden windmill, a telephone in the shape of a cartoon mouse. But many more objects had the inextricable mark of the old world. There was a set of seven beer steins, an oil lamp from Agrabah that had once been the home of a genie. A pair of marionettes gave a shockingly accurate depiction of the horror of unwilling transformation.

Some of these objects had been a part of his collection in the castle. Other things had been kept close by people who treasured them. Even in the old world, people built their identities from the things they kept around them. With the curse, material possessions had been ripped away from their owners as completely as memories and identities.

Gold prided himself on taking things of sentimental value from the people of Storybrooke. To a man who already owned everything, sentiment was the best kind of value to take. People came to him and traded their past for their future, a part of their soul for a little of his money. And Gold, a man with plenty of money but hardly any soul, made that bargain eagerly. He bought people’s lives. Bit by bit, deal by deal.

Now Rumpelstiltskin found himself looking around the shop for the pieces of his own life. His life, and Belle’s, and the life they had shared together, all too briefly. It didn’t surprise him that the objects he valued most would be for sale in Gold’s shop. Rumpelstiltskin’s mementos meant as little to Gold as they would mean to his wife. Less than one day ago, he had been as cursed as she was.

But now that he was awake, he could rescue her. Or try to. At the very least, he could protect her. In a world without magic, his reach was limited. But there were still tools available to him. Many of those tools were in this shop.

He found Belle’s necklace first. It was on display, priced so cheaply that it wasn’t even locked behind the counter. Her mother’s necklace--the only heirloom Belle had been able to bring to the castle-hung from a metal stand, crowded in with plastic beads and costume jewelry.

Rumpelstiltskin held it up to look at it. In the old world, a piece of unicorn horn had hung from a golden chain. There were no unicorns here, so the small pendant took on the sheen of mother-of-pearl. It was still beautiful. Tiny and delicate, just like Belle. It had barely taken any effort at all to snap the chain off her throat. In the darkness of a dungeon, he had stolen it from her as a way to bind her to him.

That had been the first time he had ever made Belle cry.

Sighing, Rumpelstiltskin laid the necklace in a narrow gift box and put the box in his jacket pocket, close to his heart. Being Gold was not the first time he had been a monster to Belle. Their first deal had been for his complete domination over her body and her will, the right to cause her pain whenever he wanted.

Belle had agreed to the pain, the degradation. She had even enjoyed it, and began to ask for it. She had leveraged her ability to endure mistreatment into a way to get close to him. They made a second deal that he would give her a piece of the truth as a reward for impressing him. So she got to ask questions. Persistent, invasive, disarming questions. Soon it became that every time he pushed her body to its limits, she did the same to his heart.

And he liked the pain she gave him as much as she liked the pain he gave her.

That was how they became equal. That was how it became unendurable for him to hold real power over her. He could not allow her to give him her whole heart without giving her his own in return.

So he had given her back this necklace. He had given Belle her freedom. And when she had come back anyway, he finally gave her himself.

He had given her his dagger.

For millennia, the power of Dark Ones had been harnessed to a magical dagger. Whoever owned it held the most powerful being in the world as a slave. Or the owner could stab the Dark One through the heart and take the power for themselves. Rumpelstiltskin had been rare among Dark Ones in that he had never lost control of the dagger. Magic had never forced him to do the bidding of another.

He had given it to Belle before he had asked her to marry him, before that thought had even entered his mind. Putting himself under her power was the easiest way to pay the debt he had accrued to her.

Gold had put the dagger in the window at the front of the store. As far as he was concerned, the thing only had value as something to catch the attention of passers-by. It was a curiosity, not an antique. Gold saw it as a knock off of a Javanese kris with a faux-European style hilt and ridiculous vanity engraving. To him, it was obviously fake, a modern creation for the sort of person who wore sparkly wings to a Renaissance Fair.

And it was easy enough to see why. Even with Rumpelstiltskin’s well-honed sensitivity to magic, the dagger was inert and lifeless. There was no power in it, not even a trace of dark energy. In a world without magic, this was nothing but a length of steel with some fancy enamelwork.

Still, it was better to have it near him than to have his true name boldly advertised in his shop window. There was no way of knowing who else might have awoken from the curse. This town was Regina’s triumph, so it seemed likely that she would know the truth. She would want to be aware, to enjoy her victory. Perhaps there were others. Perhaps others would emerge gradually. Now that the Savior was in Storybrooke, anything was possible. He had to be prepared. He had to keep his cards close to his chest.

He put the dagger in a cardboard box and continued his exploration of the shop. There was a spinning wheel in the back office. It wasn’t one of the wheels from the castle, on which he had spun straw into gold. This was an artefact from this world, a great wheel, used to spin flax into linen. It was hidden behind a bedframe and some paintings too large to hang on the walls.

His fingers itched to spin. There was never a better way to gather his thoughts and calm his mind. Spinning, and listening to Belle breathing while she slept.

But taking home a spinning wheel would be too obvious. It wasn’t the sort of thing that he could hide or explain away, especially not to Mrs. Gold. She knew very well that her husband didn’t do handicrafts from the middle ages. There was only so far Rumpelstiltskin could strain her credulity. He would have to wait until the curse broke before he could safely spin again.

In the back of the shop, there was a box full of broken scraps. As mercenary as Gold could be, he also liked to keep things for a rainy day. Even discarded junk could be broken down for parts or sold as-is to artisans.

That was where he found the chipped cup. It was wrapped in a ragged shawl.

Baelfire’s shawl. Rumpelstiltskin had made it, when he was just a poor spinner. He had shorn the sheep and spun the wool and dyed the yarn and knitted row after row--all in secret, so Baelfire would be surprised to have a present on the winter solstice. That was the year after Millah had left. It was such a meager gift, but Bae had been so happy to get it. His boy had insisted on learning how such a thing had been made. And all through that winter, father and son had worked together on a second project--a cap that Bae had worn every day until his head grew too big for it.

Carefully, Rumpelstiltskin pulled the shawl away from the cup. He held both objects to his heart and all but collapsed on a cot in the corner. Memories threatened to drown him in tears. Belle had found the shawl and the cap, in the room in the castle where he had locked them away. Belle had dropped this cup while serving him tea for the first time. When it had chipped, it had become something special. It had become meaningful in a way few other objects ever did.

The chipped cup used to be their signal. If Belle gave it to him when she served him tea, it was her way of asking for him to play with her. To be rough with her, at her request. He never ordered her to give him the cup, there was always a whole teacup available. Every time she offered it--every time she offered her body in this way--it had been her choice.

That was a choice Gold never really allowed his wife to make.

Gathering himself, Rumpelstiltskin wrapped the cup back in the shawl and placed it in the box with the dagger. He filled the box with a few other things--a butter dish, a tea kettle--and left it on the countertop.

No one came into the shop all morning. It was the day after rent day. No one had anything to trade with Gold, nor any pressing need to. The bell above the front door didn’t ring until Mrs. Gold came in with her bags of groceries and lingerie.

“Hello!” she cried with her standard bubbly cheer. She made her way to the back of the shop and put the bags down in the office. “Miss me?”

Gold would have replied Never, then pulled her in for a kiss. Rumpelstiltskin said, “Of course,” but stayed behind the counter.

Mrs. Gold’s smile dimmed a little but she soldiered on. “Grocery store was uneventful. The boy stocking the produce section seemed very aware of how I was stroking the cucumbers. I didn’t stop until I found some too thick to get my hand around.”

She snorted, and Rumpelstiltskin made himself grin.

“And I did get something new at Sugar ’N’ Spice. The girl there, Mara Trudine, assured me that it was very sturdy. So if you want to get it off of me, you’ll have to use scissors!”

Rumpelstiltskin swallowed. It was an excellent idea, cutting fabric off of Belle’s body. He had always used magic when he wanted to undress her quickly, but this worked just as well. There was no reason not to destroy her clothes the moment they got in the way of his desires.

Gold’s desires. Not Rumpelstiltskin’s.

He cleared his throat. “Did they have everything on the list?”

“Yes, I’ve got the receipts right here.” She produced the long strips of paper and laid them on the counter with a flourish.

Rumpelstiltskin’s heart ached at the sight of Mrs. Gold. She was so delighted to obey him, so proud of herself for remembering his orders. Gold had set up a structured routine to control her, and she enjoyed meeting his cruel demands.

He made a show of looking at the receipts, but he didn’t care how she spent Gold’s money. Gold only cared because he wanted to make sure it was spent. He couldn’t allow his wife to have any money of her own, that she might spend on something he didn’t know about. This way, she couldn’t squirrel anything away for herself to save for the day when he might kick her out for good. No, Gold wanted her to depend on him, every day, for every penny, just so he could hold it over her head what a waste of money she was.

What a twisted arsehole.

“Very good,” he said, and handed the papers back to her. “I’ll give you more money later.”

Mrs. Gold nodded, smiled. As far as she knew, things were back to normal. “What would you like to do for lunch?”

It wasn’t until he heard the word lunch that Rumpelstiltskin realized how hungry he was. This was his first full day in a human body. He wasn’t yet back in the habit of eating. But yes, that explained the familiar ache in his stomach, the slight draining of his energy. He hadn’t been hungry in years.

“You didn’t eat breakfast.” He realized her plight at the same time as his own. “You must be starving.”

She shrugged. “You didn’t have breakfast either,” she said. “Because I was such an idiot and burnt the toast.”

“Stop that.”

It was all he could do not to take Belle’s hands. He wanted to look his wife in the eye and hold her. It was Gold’s fault that she said such things, that she believed them about herself. He wouldn’t touch this woman, but he did try to speak kindly to her.

“Tell me, Mrs. Gold, how do I instruct you to make my toast and coffee?”

“As black and bitter as your soul.” She repeated the phrase like it was a sacred truth.

“Yes,” Rumpelstiltskin said wearily. “And that’s very black and bitter indeed. You performed your task correctly this morning. It’s not your fault that I didn’t tell you that what I wanted had changed.”

“I’m still a cheap, stupid slut.”

Again, she said it with a smile. That phrase was one of Gold’s secret signals, another unspoken game they played. Every time Mrs. Gold called herself a “cheap, stupid slut”, Gold reassured her that she had actually been quite expensive. The underlying “truth”, of course, was that she was still stupid, and still a slut.

Yet another game that Rumpelstiltskin would not play.

“You’re not stupid,” he said sternly. “And I would appreciate not hearing anymore of that kind of talk coming out of your pretty mouth.”

“I--Yes, Mr. Gold.” She stood up straight, with her hands behind her back, and looked at the floor. “Thank you for your instruction, Mr. Gold.”

“Good girl,” Rumpelstiltskin murmured.

Perhaps it was unfair to give her even these orders, to act in the persona of Gold even for her own benefit. But he was not so heartless as to leave this woman utterly adrift. She did depend on her husband, as a drunkard depended on wine. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t deprive her all at once.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Rumpelstiltskin pulled out the gift box. “I have something for you.”

Mrs. Gold’s eyes lit up. “Ooh! What is it?”

“Open it.”

She did an admirable job of hiding her disappointment at the necklace. Her smile froze, but it stayed in place as though it had been nailed to her mouth.

“You don’t have anything in that style, do you?”

“No,” she answered, as she looked down at the thin gold chain. “Most of my other jewelry is… very different from this.”

Most of the jewelry Gold gave her was large to the point of being gaudy. The fact that the stones in the various necklaces, bracelets and earrings were genuine never made them look any less tacky.

But this was Belle’s necklace. This was precious to his real wife. Rumpelstiltskin felt a faint flicker of hope in his chest. Maybe… maybe this necklace could make a difference to Mrs. Gold.

“Will you put it on?”

Nodding, Mrs. Gold handed him the box. She removed the scarf from around her neck and stood in front of him, facing away.

Well, he had walked into that.

It was the closest they had been since he had gotten into bed with her last night. As he fastened the necklace, he found himself smelling her hair. He wanted to trace the line of her neck down her shoulder and over her bare arm. He wanted to hold her hand in his own. He wanted to wrap his arms around her tiny waist and hold her. He wanted to press himself against her body, to feel the soft curves of her bottom rub up against his hardening cock. He wanted to kiss her, to nibble her ears until she squealed with laughter. He wanted to make love to his wife.

Instead, he stepped back, turned away, and pressed his hands against the glass countertop.

Mrs. Gold spun around, her skirt flaring over her bare legs. Of course she was still Mrs. Gold. Of course there would be no change. There was no magic in this world, so there would be no magical solution. At least, not yet.

“How does it look?”

He gave her as long a glance as he could bear, then nodded. “Lovely. Do you like it?”

“Of course, Mr. Gold. I don’t take your gifts for granted.” She took one tentative step toward him. “What do I need to do to earn this?”

If you have to earn it, it isn’t a gift, dearie! His hands balled into fists as he thought the impish words. As the Dark One, Rumpelstiltskin said that he never gave and he never stole. Everything was a trade, payment one way or the other. While Gold worked by the same principle, he didn’t have the same penchant for precise terminology.

But there was no explaining that to Mrs. Gold. Instead, he pulled a money clip out of his pocket.

“Go to Granny’s and bring back lunch,” he said as he counted out a few fifty-dollar bills. “I want to try the sandwich that’s called a ‘reuben.’ You can order whatever you like, but--” he slid a fifty over the counter to her, “--you tell Ruby Lucas to keep the change from this.”

Mrs. Gold smirked. “Are we playing nice with her now?”

“Better to play nice than to not play at all.” It was a meaningless jumble of words, but Mrs. Gold nodded and went off to do as he said.

****

After lunch, Mrs. Gold hung around the shop. They didn’t say much to each other. Rumpelstiltskin kept his hands busy by polishing all the silver in stock. He kept his mind busy by looking around at the various objects and determining who they had belonged to. Gold had a ledger for the shop as well, with many of the same names as in his rent book at the house. This was another way Gold had power over people. He knew their histories, knew the value of their lives to the penny.

Mrs. Gold dug up an Art Deco hand mirror and spent the afternoon looking at her reflection. She kept pulling the pendant of the necklace back and forth along the chain. Belle used to do that when she was nervous. Had Mrs. Gold ever done it before? Had Belle’s necklace actually awoken something in her?

It was possible. Magic, especially the breaking of a curse, could work very slowly. Especially in a world where it didn’t exist. But it was possible. The Savior was in Storybrooke. Things were going to start changing.

It was possible for him to have hope.

When the time came for the shop to close, Mrs. Gold went to the ice cream parlor next door. Rumpelstiltskin had never had ice cream, but he knew enough about it to be amazed that Gold worked so near a place that sold it and never bothered to indulge.

While Mrs. Gold was out, he loaded her bags of groceries into the back of the car. It was awkward with his cane. He could only hold one paper bag at a time, and he had to leave open the doors to both the shop and the car.

But it was worth it, to see Mrs. Gold’s jaw drop when she came back. “You--I--” She stammered for a moment before settling on “Thank you, Mr. Gold!”

He gave her a smile, a real one for once. “There’s just one more thing before we go home.” He gestured into the shop, for the cardboard box on the counter. “Will you give me that box, and everything in it?”

“Yes, Mr. Gold!”

It was a cheap trick, the sort of thing a fairy would do. Normally he thought himself above that level of deception. But it worked. When Mrs. Gold placed the box into his waiting hands, she gave him the dagger he had given to Belle. By the laws of magic, his power was his own again.

Perhaps there was no need to take this precaution. But Rumpelstiltskin was not one to leave things to chance if he could avoid it. He had given Belle the dagger because he trusted her with his power and his life. But he couldn’t offer Mrs. Gold the same trust, not with this. Not with something so dangerous as the truth.

#golden rings #rumbelle #rumbelle fic

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sclfcare · 3 years

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♡ + any bbies from our bunCH !

me : does all of them 🥺😩

𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘 & 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎

who is the most affectionate ?

i'm gonna go out on a limb here and say it's romeo . at least at first when they start actually dating bc babette is still trying to break down her stone - cold bitch persona .

who initiates the handholding ?

i feel like they both do ? like one is always reaching for the other .

who worries more for the other ?

babette bc she still doesn't trust him after he fucked her friend . definitely gets sus if he doesn't answer her calls or something , at least in the beginning .

who is more likely to ask for help ?

oh god i think both of them are so stubborn that they won't ask for help unless it's an actual emergency or they really fucked up .

who is the one always losing the keys ?

babette . definitely . she can't keep track of shit .

who leaves little love notes for the other ?

i think this one would go to romeo . like when babette opens her notebook for class he's written something in there all cute n shit .

who can’t sleep unless the other is there ?

babette , which is why she usually never leaves his place .

who is more likely to propose to the other ?

romeo . babette wants that giant fucking ring .

who introduced the other to their family first ?

i feel like he met babette's family first ? and it went really well , like it was a family bbq and everyone drank and laughed and that's probably when babette finally started to relax and place more faith in romeo and their relationship .

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair ?

they both play with each other's hair , especially when they're going down on each other . lmao whores .

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated ?

babette . she goes full wifey mode sometimes and it disgusts me .

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other ?

both of them . there's no way they'd let someone else talk shit about them without starting a fight about it .

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other ?

babette . she likes to catch him off guard , especially with sexy lingerie or something ~kinky .

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things ?

babette . he def had to pinky promise to never fuck her friends again .

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

neither bc they both fall asleep together with babette on his chest .

𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 & 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛

who is the most affectionate ?

carter . he's practically obsessed with her and is always letting her know it , too . touching is his love language .

who initiates the handholding ?

again , carter . especially when they are out in public since he tends to get mobbed by fans he just feels safer if he has a hold on her in case they need to make a quick get away .

who worries more for the other ?

colette , especially when he's on tour and they have to be a part from each other for extended periods of time .

who is more likely to ask for help ?

carter . the poor dude his 100% helpless and we all know it .

who is the one always losing the keys ?

both of them bc they got too high and never know where the fuck they left the keys .

who leaves little love notes for the other ?

i can see them both doing this . and when he's on tour he always sends her cute good morning and good night texts .

who can’t sleep unless the other is there ?

both of them . it's pathetic .

who is more likely to propose to the other?

carter . he'd be lying if he said that he didn't already have a ring in mind for her .

who introduced the other to their family first ?

colette mainly because carter would never bring her around his meth - head momma .

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair ?

carter actually loves to play with her hair , like he's mastered a french braid and everything .

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated ?

colette bc carter cannot be responsible for his own damn self .

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other ?

carter . he'd just throw punches instantly . he goes 0 to 100 real quick when it comes to someone disrespecting her .

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other ?

carter bc he's a big fan of grand romantic gestures like impromptu trips to hawaii or a new cartier bracelet .

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things ?

they both do bc they are 12 years old .

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch ?

colette bc carter constantly falls asleep on the couch during his time off . lil baby boy is exhausted .

𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 & 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚢

who is the most affectionate ?

they both are equally as gross with each other , i feel .

who initiates the handholding ?

murphy . he's protective as fuck over ophelia so it gives him a sense of comfort if he's holding her hand when they are out and about .

who worries more for the other ?

murphy again . i feel like he literally lays there awake at night as she sleeps and thinks through horrible scenarios to be prepared to keep her safe .

who is more likely to ask for help ?

ophelia , mainly bc murphy is too prideful to ask someone for help .

who is the one always losing the keys ?

ophelia bc murphy is always prepared for a quick exit and that includes having his keys nearby .

who leaves little love notes for the other ?

murphy does and it's cute as fuck . he'll leave notes on the pillow beside her if he has to leave before she wakes up .

who can’t sleep unless the other is there ?

i want to say this is mutual , like they both need the other in order to get a sound night's sleep .

who is more likely to propose to the other ?

murphy even though he has a horrible track record with marriage and vowed to never to do it again .

who introduced the other to their family first ?

neither bc she's not associated with her family anymore and neither is he . they are each other's family .

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair ?

murphy loves to play with her hair and does it a lot during sex .

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated ?

lmao murphy bc he's just that damn annoyed / enamored that he wants to make sure she's always healthy .

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other ?

murphy . he would kill for her , no questions asked .

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other ?

ophelia . murphy doesn't like surprises but he makes an exception because he is literally heart eyes over everything she does .

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things ?

i feel like they wouldn't do pinky promises unless it's something silly like who is going to do the dishes or something

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch ?

murphy , but he one ups that and carries her into the bedroom .

𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊 & 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚘

who is the most affectionate ?

rocco is , actually . he's always trying to spoil her and is very much obsessed with keeping his hands on her .

who initiates the handholding ?

it depends . i feel like they're both constantly reaching for each other .

who worries more for the other ?

100% topanga . she knows rocco . he's a fucking mess of a human being .

who is more likely to ask for help ?

topanga , bc rocco never asks for help until he's past rock bottom .

who is the one always losing the keys ?

lmao i would say rocco but he rarely drives himself , he has people do that shit for him like the spoiled brat he is .

who leaves little love notes for the other ?

topanga and rocco keeps every one of them .

who can’t sleep unless the other is there ?

rocco . i feel like he's constantly asking her to stay the night which just shifts into her moving in and it all happens v fast but it's them so it works .

who is more likely to propose to the other ?

rocco , and with the biggest , most expensive diamond he could find .

who introduced the other to their family first ?

their families have known each other forever . rocco's parents are dead and topanga's parents think rocco is a druggie loser gkdjrthrth

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair ?

they both pull at / play with each other's hair .

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated ?

topanga bc , again , she knows rocco . he needs someone to remind him to keep himself alive , i actually hate him .

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other ?

they both defend each other pretty equally , topanga more so bc people aren't very happy with her being with him .

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other ?

rocco . he's always surprising her with flowers / jewelry / clothes / trips . that's his love language .

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things ?

topanga bc they used to do pinky promises when they were kids and it's kind of a sentimental gestures for them .

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch ?

they both do this for each other i think ? rocco would probably curl up on the couch with her for a nap .

#i love us 🥺😩

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laylacooke · 4 years

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Double Headed Cockasaurces Australian Nymph 2000 || Cordy & Layla

timing: Mid August parties: Cordy [to book an appearance message @kadavernagh] & @laylacooke summary: Layla wants to do something nice for Frankie, but it ends up backfiring big time. warning: Don’t read this at work. :-D

Okay, so Pandora’s Boxxx was probably the last place Layla needed to be. But Frankie would be home soon, or so she thought, and she wanted to surprise her with something fun. The question of what plagued her mind as she wandered up and down the aisles slowly. Seeing everything from toys to dvds, the teenager could feel her cheeks turning redder and redder. Were there some regrets going in? Yes, but she was already there, and she wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. No. She was determined. She was an adult. She could do this. It would be a nice treat for Frankie, to show her how much she loved her after everything that had happened within the past couple of months. The ginger haired girl just had to come up with an idea first.

Ugh, when would Annabel get back? Cordy leaned back against the window, kicking her legs up next to the register among the various enchanted sex toys and packets of belly button stickers. She puffed a breath of air out, blowing her long hair away from her face. This wasn’t a bad gig, but it was a slow day, and her fingers were practically sparking with magic that wanted to be used. She heard the bell ring and immediately lowered her legs and leaned forward. Aww, a little redhead. She seemed young. Lost, mayhaps. “Hey there, red! Mime E. Stripes is next door, if you’re looking for a ball pit instead of a ball gag. What can I do ya for? You have a name, cherry? How about fangs, fur, or wings?” Of course, Annabel was still gone. Her aura reading would really come in handy right about now.

The voice from behind the counter caught her attention causing Layla’s cheeks to turn as red as they could get. Of course, the comment about her age didn’t make her feel any better either. She had almost considered ignoring the woman, but she knew that would be rude, “It’s Layla. I was looking for something to surprise my girlfriend with.” She completely ignored the last question. She had made a bad habit of giving out too much information online, so the fact that someone was openly asking her if she was supernatural made her hesitant to respond. With her eyes staying away from the area the woman was in, the redhead continued to peruse the aisle she was in slowly.

Cordy’s mouth ticked up at Layla’s obvious desire to look anywhere but behind the counter. My, she was a bashful one. “What’s wrong? First time in a sex shop?” Cordy called out. With a flick of her finger through the air, she unlatched the gate and walked out from behind the counter, intent on following the girl around. “What’s your gee-eff, then? Human? Oh, come on. You can’t ignore me forever. How else are you gonna pay for your flesh-flavored dental dams?” Cordy sidled over to Layla, smiling. “Lucky for you and your beau, you’re the only customer here right now, which means you have my full attention. So--” She looked down, noting what Layla was wearing. “Are those jorts? Are you that Layla?”

This was like a nightmare. What made her think it was even a good idea to visit a sex shop was beyond her. Her pale skin couldn’t get any redder, but damn was it trying. Is she- Is she coming over- When Layla heard the woman’s voice behind her, she nearly died. And what was worse was how she was grating on the teenager’s nerves. Finally stopping at the mention of her jorts, the redhead turned around, “First, I don’t know you…” She glanced down at the name tag, “Cordy.” What the hell kind of name was Cordy? “Second, I don’t think it’s any of your business what me or my girlfriend are. And lastly…” She crossed her arms and straightened herself up, “These are jorts, and if you’re referring to Jorts 101, I am, indeed, that Layla. Why? You gotta problem with that?”

Cordy hrmphed at the way Layla said her name. So touchy. It was just an honest question. How’d Annabel do this so seamlessly all the time? Customers never seemed to mind when she accosted them with personal questions. “People don’t come to the Boxxx unless their needs are… unique. Wouldn’t want you to bite your girlfriend’s head off and lay eggs inside of her neck, or whatever it is you do. But hey, maybe she’s into that. Is she a zombie? They often have death wishes.” Cordy grinned at Layla and followed her past the lingerie. She always hated those leprechaun-print thongs. Why would anyone wanna wear one of those things? “I knew it! You’re the jorts Layla. Yeah, yeah, I read your presentation, and you missed out on including some key jorts in there.” Cordy squeezed her way between Layla and the aisle’s exit. She pouted as she tried to measure Layla up again. “Are you some kinda jorts demon?”

Bite Frankie’s head off and what now? “What? Ew. Gross. And no. She’s not a zombie.” Layla moved forward trying to get away from Cordy. Pandora’s Boxxx had turned more into Pandora’s Chamber of Being Held Hostage All While Being Questioned About Her Sex Motives and... Jorts. “Key jorts? Seriously? I covered a majority of body types. What were you looking for? A section on Assless Jorts?” She continued to move towards the end of the aisle, until she noticed Cordy was blocking her. Letting out a low growl instinctually, she realized she had probably just given up what she was, but she wasn’t playing now, “No. Those don’t even exist.” Or did they? Layla couldn’t be quite sure with all the new creatures she was discovering in town; like the giant clam that almost tried to eat her or the squirrels that took Ulf’s fingertip.

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” Cordy asked with a roll of her eyes. “You aren’t spilling any details. It’s not like I’m asking anything personal.” Zombie, shmombie. Some people just got so uppity. “I’m just trying to do my job, cherry, and you’re not making it easy. But that’s okay, I like a challenge.” Though it sure was helpful when Annabel could just drop the answer on her lap the second someone walked in. Cordy wiggled her fingers, which were tingling with magic and energy. She had a couple tricks up her bell sleeves, too. “Assless jorts would’ve been nice, yeah. You have to cover all of your bases, except the ass. You’re also missing the pinstriped jorts, which are an emerging trend. Can’t believe you neglected them.” Cordy gave her head a small, somber shake. The growl snapped her attention back up. “Oh!” She squeaked. “You a werewolf? Or something a little less boring?”

“I didn’t exactly come in here to spill details. Not those details anyways, and can you move? You do realize it’s super rude to block a customer in an aisle with...what are those…” Layla’s gaze shifted from Cordy to what was sitting on a shelf to the left of her. Eyes growing wider, she could feel her cheeks growing red, “Is that...is that a two headed penis?” Her voice dropped a few octaves. What. The. Actual. Fuck? “Okay, nope. I came in here for something to surprise my girlfriend. Not to see the rare double headed cockasaurces of doom. Nope. Nooooope. Fuck this place.” She turned back to Cordy, and instead of asking her to move, pushed the woman out of the way with more force than she had anticipated. Damn werewolf strength. She had made a huge mistake and just wanted to leave. The jorts argument was the last thing on her mind at this very moment.

“What, you’ve never seen one of those before? Some Australian nymphs requested--” Cordy was cut off by Layla’s continued noping. Man, she really needed to chill for a second. The Boxxx wasn’t the place to be such a wet blanket. Cordy could practically feel Layla’s anger and frustration boiling toward the surface, and she realized too late that she was in its direct path. Layla gave her a violent push, and Cordy fell toward the floor, only catching herself at the last second by focusing the magic that’d been pulsing between her fingers. She propelled herself upward enough to catch her balance, her magic crackling now. “Did you just shove me?” She yelled, indignant. “I was just trying to lend a hand to you and your girl, but fine, if you’re gonna be so catty.” Now, there was an idea. Cordy smirked at the thought. It wouldn’t be easy, and it’d been a while since she’d pulled off something so hilarious, but sometimes people just needed a good ol’ hex to get their head on straight.

Cordy reached within herself, focusing on the annoyance balled in her gut, ma’s voice loud in her ears. Use your words. Ma had always worked with incantations when she hexed and cursed people, but Cordy found that distracting, preferring mediation over all that chanting and waxing poetic. She closed her eyes, picturing that Australian nymph dildo and exactly what she wanted with clarity. She focused on her annoyance, her rage, the satisfaction at revenge exacted. The magic surged out of her, flowing into the dildo like river rapids, and it flew off the shelf, smacking right into Layla’s snarling face.

Layla knew that when she saw the woman catch herself, with what could only be magic, she was fucked. Her eyes grew wide as she slowly started stepping backwards looking for an escape route, “Look, I didn’t mean for that to happen, okay? My anger...sometimes I can’t control myself. A-Are you okay?” The redhead continued to look around for something she could buy that would work as an apology. Nothing too expensive, like a nearby...Butt Plug With A Tail? Are Furries seriously a thing here? “Um, hey, you guys do realize that a good portion of the people living here already have tails, right?” Her laugh was uneasy and nervous. This woman was mad, and there was no telling what kind of power she held. Of course, before Layla could say anything else, she felt that power. The double headed cockasaurces Australian Nymph 2000, or whatever the fuck it was called, had smacked her square in the face with enough force to knock her to the floor.

Moaning, she slowly opened her eyes feeling a weird energy racing through her body. Her head was throbbing and as she rubbed her face, she felt a small amount of blood coming from her nose, “What did you do to me? Did you just break my nose with a flying dick?” She slowly sat upright feeling dizzy. Layla had never imagined in a million years, she’d be smacked in the face with a double headed penis, but here she was.

Climbing to her feet with the assistance of the shelf right next to her, Layla rubbed her head. She had already felt regret for the way she had acted, but also confusion from the whole situation, and without saying anything else to Cordy, found her way to the front door and left.

#para: double headed cockasaurces australian nymph 2000 #para: cordy #wickedsmature #wickedswriting #saga: a little catty

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diedieri · 3 years

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WIP - Unfinished- Holiday Brickercup (that sounds like a cookie)

So I really really wanted to get this finished the for Holiday but..Kinda lost steam.

I loved the idea of fluff n smut and I was like I need to get some Brick and Buttercup action so it doesn’t bleed too much into the main fic (LOLOLOLOL WELP)

so...this is unfinished, it’s a one shot, who knows maybe I’ll feel motivated later. I had a whole vision for this and for a Butch x Buttercup one shot too

alas...

I legit have not reread a damn word of this.

Little ficlet under the cut. I guess a bit of a warning-- i love all the dumbass holiday movie tropes. xDDDD;; so that’s what this (and the other) were supposed to be. Self indulgent lol WHEN AM I NOT YOLO.

If motivation does hit me, i will prolly put the finished product up on AO3

happy holidays merry christmas, mask up and stay safe

Christmas.

Cookies. Presents. Families. Snow. And escape plans.

Year after year, Buttercup had told herself she was going to skip it. Tell her family oh sorry, she had other plans. Every year, she came closer than the last. Last year had been that final straw. Buttercup, the only single sister watching everyone laugh and clap at the serendipitous surprise of both Blossom and Bubbles being proposed to. Buttercup was happy for them, and hateful for every family gathering to follow. Every time her sister’s promised they knew a girl, they knew a guy, that she would just love if she gave them a chance!

Buttercup hadn’t been looking for love or waiting for it. There was a city to save. Work to be done.

So this Christmas, she had a plan. From Halloween on she’d been dropping hints and planting the seeds of her having someone to see. Being late due to a date. At last when Blossom proposed the time the meet at the house, Buttercup laid out her cards.

“Oh, this year I’m actually going out of town! It’s nothing, big…Just.” She had to downplay it and let her sisters assume it was her pride getting in the way. They were elated and made her swear next year she’d insist the plans be back at the Professors.

It would have been just as easy to stay home in her apartment to play out her rouse. The more Buttercup had begun to imagine her would be date, the more she had decided to be accurate, incase anyone asked questions. She’d tell them which cabin she was going to, how cold it was going to be. She researched every night until one day she had done it. She booked a cabin from a small mom and pop place. They had pictures on their website but you had to call to make reservations.

What would Christmas be without a little self-indulgence? Wine, lingerie, bathbombs, and cookies were all on the list. It was her first vacation ever, the first ever alone at least. Bubbles had given her a gift just for the trip, a freshly knitted scarf and cap. Blossom bought her an expensive leather jacket. The professor got her doc martins. The guilt bled in a little. Only a little. She need the time away. To feel good and sane again. The distance would help her love her family and not strangle them.

“Ms. Utonium! You’re. Here.” The disappointment had never been more obvious. Buttercup barely got in the door, she hadn’t been able to shut it quick enough without letting snow blow in. Even her vision had been questionable in the brewing snow storm. Her cheeks were red and fingers nearly frozen shut around the handles of her duffle.

“Yeah,” Buttercup didn’t smile to met the woman’s nervous countenance. She was portly and rosey cheeked, though Buttercup would argue it was more flustered than natural. She set her bag at her feet. A distance from the counter.

“Oh sweetie,” Her distance instantly recognized, “I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just. Well.” She shuffled from behind the counter, her hands wiped over her apron hand stitched with an abundance of Christmas decorum. It matched the check in cabin nicely. Two trees. Real pine. A burning fire place. There were presents neatly placed under the pine and stockings stuffed to the brim. The lights on this cabin had been a dead give away when she wasn’t sure where to check in.

“You see with the storm coming, folks haven’t been checkin’ out. I couldn’t kick them out without a plan on Christmas. And with the planes grounded, I didn’t think anyone else would be coming in.”

At the mention of anyone else Buttercup turned completely to the red couch just behind her, another guest with a long black coat and red cap. If there had been any surprise he had since collected himself and left Buttercup alone to flounder.

Brick. Rowdyruff Brick was sitting with crossed arms staring her down. Of course the only two people with super powers had braved the storm and made it up to the mountain.

“Well darlin, you see, we have one cabin left.”

“So you gave it to him?” Buttercup asked with a snap, eyes still on Brick. If there was anything a Ruff could manage to take from a Puff it was their happiness. Buttercup’s one holiday she’d given herself. The chance to be without ridicule and out from under a microscope, the only one single and alone—her perfectly planned cottage get away. Stolen.

“No.” Brick answered for her. “She wanted to be sure no one was coming.”

“Goodness gracious,” The woman fanned her face despite the chill. She’d said it like a swear and the tone had Buttercup turning her back on Brick. Somehow she suspected this woman rarely swore and her meltdown would be a bigger threat than Brick.

“Hey, Ma’am its—”

“We know each other,” Brick cut in. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Buttercup, a visual representation to calm the ailed woman. “We can split it.”

“What?” The hostess and Buttercup asked together.

“But she’s,” a she, the woman might have said.

“I can handle myself lady.” Buttercup stomped out the fear without batting an eye. The point of this vacation was to be alone, right? If Brick had come this far away from Townsville it had to be no different than her.

“Is that alright?” Her cheeks were less fire engine emergency and more Jack Frost had nipped at her cheeks. Buttercup made fists in her pockets and damned the will of the people.

“That’ll be just fine.” Hardly. “Brick is a real gentleman. Righty Bricky?” She had been queuing up for a pack mule joke, but he had already shouldered her bag and taken the key from the Mrs. Klaus look alike.

“Oh dearie, take this. You’ll need all the extra you can get.” She hoisted a bundle of logs with both hands, Brick took it with one. “Oh, goodness and why don’t you take this on the house. For the trouble. We normally host a Christmas party, a little raffle.” She gifted Buttercup with a blanketed basket.

With the way Mrs. Klaus had been apologizing, Buttercup had been expecting the worst pick of the lot. Brick, drove their rented car slower than she’d ever seen him move up the twisted Mountain Road. It was farther than the other cabins. Brick gestured to the crude map that had come with the key.

“The Christmas Cottage. Really.” Buttercup snickered and noted the ghost of a smirk on Brick.

“What do you expect? I booked the one on Rudolph road.”

“I thought Snowflake Lane was winter themed.” It had been the cheapest of the bunch and even for her fake trips, Buttercup had kept to a budget.

The outside was small, decorated modestly with lighted candy canes noting the start of the long driveway up to the cottage. They framed the walkway up to the door, keeping its guest on path. This far up the mountain and back into the wood, the snow had piled on high and thick. The candy canes barely had any light to them under the grey sky and hidden under blankets of snow.

The chill was enough to have Brick and Buttercup moving quick. Neither dawdled over their situation and wanted to get in the cabin and warm themselves up. Brick fumbled with his things and the keys, he barely stepped in before back tracking to the car. He had thought a little deeper into the lodging, bringing multiple cooking supplies where Buttercup had a bag of goods to make pancakes, cookies, sausage, eggs, popcorn and frozen pizza. She thought about dining out one of the nights, she hadn’t thought about that being weather considering. Weather had played a very small part in her fantasy get away.

Of course Brick had considered everything. Buttercup hung in the doorway, Brick maneuvering around her to set down the large yeti cooler. He shut the door behind them,

“It’s warm.” He held out a palm. Buttercup kept hers tucked under her armpits. Her breathe wasn’t visible in the cabin and the chill closed behind them she thought anything might feel warm.

“Stomp off the snow and kick off your shoes.”

“I know how snow works,” Buttercup chirped and carefully undid the laces. As much as she loved the new kicks it was a relief to be out of them. The backs of her ankles were no stronger than anyone else’s when it came to breaking in new boots. She floated above the wood flooring to the cream colored carpeting.

Brick turned on every light as he walked, carrying the cooler to the kitchenette first. Buttercup couldn’t believe her own gasp.

The sharp ‘what’ died gently when he saw just what the switch had turned on. Every eve above the head was wrapped in white lights, the door frames lined with lighted garland and a tree just in front of the balcony, across from the dark fireplace. Blossom was a master interior designer, but Buttercup had never oo’ed and aw’ed like this before. It was a scene out of a movie, she was staring at a real life Christmas card. A red plush blanket tossed over the couch. Matching mugs on the wooden coffee table, Mr. and Mrs.

“Oh shit,” Buttercup held one up, a packaged cocoa nestled neatly inside. “I guess this is why she sorry.”

“Honeymoon suite.” Brick agreed and held up a bottle of champagne. “Oh. And there’s cake.” He read the card,

“A small wedding cake for the lovely Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph.”

“You’re shitting me,” Buttercup floated behind him. The damn thing was even decorated with the two reindeer. Either the couple would have hated or loved this. Likely loved it considering their location of choice.

“Well. Mr. Rudolph. We have cake.” Buttercup had no shame. Free wedding cake? She’d take the name if it came with a prize.

“I bet there are more surprises, Mrs. Rudolph.” His joke knocked a grin onto her face. Brick was snide and snarky. His remarks could cut as deep as his fist could punch. Something said without it being at the expense of any person was a bit of a surprise.

“Should we see what else the happy couple left four our honeymoon?”

“Wouldn’t that be stealing?”

“We’re helping them not be wasteful. Come on.”

“Go on, I’m going to start the fire.”

“Oh because that’s such a challenge for you.” Buttercup reached, her nail dragged from his collar bone and over Brick’s adam’s apple. Her sister was an ice breather and he had a belly of fire.

“I don’t need to use shit to start a fire.”

“Uh-huh, I’m sure you can.” Buttercup batted her eyes and walked down the hall, “I’ll turn up the heater. Don’t want to freeze out.”

Buttercup didn’t really doubt the resourcefulness of the other. The boys had lived on their own, who knows what tricks each of them had picked up to sustain themselves. The banter was just another dialect, part of Buttercup’s language. A natural problem starter and shit stirrer.

#manawrites #powerpuff girls #rowdyruff boys #buttercup #brick x buttercup #holiday fic #WIP #I NEED MOTIVATION TO FINISH THIS UUGGHHH...i have so much planned for this lil thing...i'm just blah in a writing rut per usual lol

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thatsdemko · 5 years

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First time w/ Luke Martin??

As said all the time I’m asked to do this, smut is not my thing and I’m sorry it’s uncomfortable for me to write and probably for y’all to read! But I guess requesting this stuff helps me become a better writer in all aspects!

“It’s your first anniversary are you excited?” Your friend asked while you were both shopping, tonight you and Luke were celebrating your anniversary tonight since he couldn’t be home for your real first anniversary so there you both would be tonight.

“Yeah I suppose,”

“Oh you know what you should do,” your friend pulled you to the side and you looked over at your favorite store and then about her, “what?” You asked.

“You should buy some lingerie for tonight–“

“What?! No!” You nervously laughed and she smiled grabbing your arm, “I know you’ve never had sex, but you should definitely wear something.”

—

You stared at the box in front of you, the red silk it was taunting to you, you so wanted to trust your friend thinking Luke would like it, you’ve thought about putting it on multiple times, but you couldn’t get yourself to do.

You heard the keys jumble in the door knob and you quickly threw the box under the bed nervously flattening out your dress, “hey,” Luke smiles opening the bedroom door, “hi oh hi,” you said in a jittery tone walking over to him pressing a kiss to his lips, “hi why are you acting weird?”

“Me? No I think it’s you!” You joked walking out of the bedroom and he trailed behind, you realized he was right, you were letting your friend get into your head and she was winning, “you know I’m going to be right back?” You sighed walking into the bedroom closing the door and going to grab the box underneath the bed giving in changing out of the dress and putting the lingerie giving in feeling embarrassed for no reason, you tugged the dress back on throwing the box back under the bed and sighed looking at yourself in the mirror turning around to open the door when Luke opened it, “you ready?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

—

After dinner you both went back to your place and sat on your balcony drinking the expensive bottle of wine Luke had picked out for you months ago before you hit one year.

“So what’s with the box under the bed?”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on its pink and blank stripes says Victoria’s secret on it, what is it?”

“A box? Nothing more.” You said starting to feel uncomfortable with these questions, “will you show me–“

“No!” You blushed starting to pour yourself some more wine and Luke just smiled watching you, “what?” You asked and he shook his head taking a sip from his glass, “what?”

“I know you have it on–“

“How do you even know about this in the first place?”

“Because I saw you throw the box under your bed, your door wasn’t closed all the way.”

“Oh my god,” you covered your hands with your face and Luke laughed kicking his feet up against the empty chair, “what’s it look like—“

“I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“I think we should–“

“Not! Should not!” You stood up and Luke took his feet off the other chair grabbing you now pulling you into his lap, “Why are you so embarrassed about it?” He asked, you had no reason to be embarrassed about it, but him bringing it up was embarrassing enough for you.

“Because it’s not me.” You whispered and he made a face, “what do you mean?”

“Like I wouldn’t normally wear something like this at least I don’t think.” You admitted and he nodded his head, “I just feel like maybe you don’t feel confident in it.“

“That’s because I don’t.” You admitted and he smiled resting his head on your shoulder, “can I at least see? Then you can take it off—or me.” He bit his lip, he knew you’d never had sex before, the whole plan your friend had was for you to wear the lingerie for Luke to “wild” him up. You didn’t even think it was a good ideal knowing Luke wasn’t really into that playing field—well that you could imagine.

“Okay,” you said going into your bedroom changing and Luke was on the other side of the door, “I’m really embarrassed and uncomfortable so please don’t laugh.” You said hearing him chuckle from the other side of the door, “babe, you could be wearing a trash bag and I’d think you’re the hottest girl on this campus.”

You sighed opening the door carefully at first and Luke walked in, “wow–“

“Is it bad? I kind of figured it would be–“

You were cut off by his lips on yours, “I think you look good, babe.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” He scoffed running his hands over the red silk pushing you down on your bed, “can I? Or may I?”

“All yours.” You whispered nervously closing your eyes feeling his body against yours, “So you want to tell me how to take it off so I don’t ruin the moment taking an hour to figure this out?” He asked and you laughed showing him how to take it off and he nodded his head, “okay, okay,” he sighed going back into making out with you feeling the lingerie sliding off your bed and his lips trail down your body until it was off.

“You want to?”

“Yes, but I don’t really like being the only one naked so—“

“Sorry I’m really nervous to do this with you.”

“Why?” You asked and he shook his head just diving right into everything not giving yourself a moment to breathe properly, “oh my god,” you gasped feeling his hips grind against yours, “relax,” Luke whispered to you and you just rested your head on your pillow letting him do everything.

“You’re really tense, is everything okay?” Luke stopped trying to catch his breath and you nodded your head, “yeah, I’m just nervous too.”

Luke nodded his head, “we can stop? I don’t want to go too far.” He sighed and you nodded your head watching him collapse under the sheets, “why were you nervous?” You askee intertwining your fingers together you both laying there, “it’s just–it’s you. I’ve never had sex with someone I really loved and genuinely cared about I wanted this to be perfect because I knew this was your first time.”

“How did you know?”

“Whenever someone brought it up you get all tense and like itchy almost wanting to change the topic. Well, now you can say you’ve had sex.”

“Not true, you didn’t finish going down, Mr. Martin, so that doesn’t count.”

Luke scoffed, “fine, if this hurts tomorrow morning, you asked for it.”

“Damn right I did.”

#l.martin

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xmagicxshopx · 5 years

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 5

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none at this time Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Not crazy about the beginning but eh. Didn’t proof read most of it. And now I wanna watch The Emperor’s New Groove. XD

Tagging: @och-ako @jiminnies-baby @kfictionstories @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial @breadcaaat

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“You got me a Hyundai Palisade?!!?”

“Yah. Yah. Pipe it down. You wanna wake the whole neighborhood?”

You paid Yoongi no mind as you stared at the group in awe. They all stood there with almost identical smiles. Well Taehyung’s was a bit boxier but that was just his signature way of smiling. Seeing all of them standing there, these people, they were your coworkers but in this moment they felt more like family. Brothers, sisters, cousins. For the first time in quite a long time, you felt like you had a real family who loved you and cared about you.

“Guys......I.......I don’t know what to say. This.....Everything. It’s too much. I can’t accept----”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll make you swallow that key fob.”

“Wow. We definitely need to get hyung home. He gets cranky when it’s past his bedtime.”

“Guys, I don’t have the money to make the car payments for this thing. Surly you were only able to put a down payment on it.”

You were about to ramble on but it was Namjoon who walked up to you and started gently waving his hands in front of himself before speaking softly in a warm and reassuring tone,

“Listen, listen. We knew this would be overwhelming and we probably could have done this in steps, but you see........the thing about us........that’s just not how we roll when it comes to taking care of others. We go big or go home. And after everything you’ve been through today, we weren’t about to go home. Not till we set the record straight. Not till we make things right.”

“But----”

“No buts. The car is paid for. In full. No payments. All you have to worry about is the insurance which if I understand right, you were already paying on your previous car. All of these expenses have been paid for and all we ask for in return is that you’re happy and healthy.”

“Guys----”

“To add onto that, the title is currently in my name but Monday we can work on getting the title transferred over into your name.”

You were about to try again when you watched Jungkook walk up beside you and traded you the keys for Swiper. You stared down at the orange kitten as he mewed up at you; staring with his large round eyes. It turned you soft. So soft that you could have melted. Sniffling and feeling tears lightly trickling down your face, you looked back up at everyone with Namjoon having since stepped back into his spot in the small crowd.

“We’re here for you, beautiful. I told you it’d get better soon.”

You stared up at Jungkook and sniffled with an apologetic smile. The feeling of his large warm hand rubbing your back was definitely soothing to you as you tried to find your words.

“Sorry. I just-----This was so selfless of you guys. Spending your hard earned money on me like this. Me. Why? Some of you don’t even know me very well.”

“Sometimes you don’t have to know the person to be able to help those less fortunate.”

It was quiet for a few minutes before Yoongi decided to break the ice in his own unique way.

“Well you’re welcome. It’s late. So let’s all turn in.”

“Come on, grandpa. Let’s get you home.”

While Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jaebum, and Yugyeom all escorted the grumpy male to their cars, the youngest two stayed behind with their mates. Jimin had Mama Bird’s hand in his while Taehyung had his arm slung over Widow’s shoulders. Jungkook stood there beside you with his one hand still on your back but content with rubbing his index finger of his other hand back and forth across the top of the kitten’s head; Swiper loving the display of affection.

“Guys......all of you.......Thank you so much. I can’t possibly repay you for everything you’ve done today. Gosh.....I’m just really overwhelmed. I’ll be able to formulate better sentences when this all settles in.”

“Well you did drink quite a few cocktails tonight. That’s probably not helping you.”

You laughed at Mama Bird and felt your face warming up. She had a point. The alcohol in your system probably wasn’t helping you. Smiling from the group to down at Swiper, you leaned down and kissed the top of his tiny head once Jungkook had removed his finger. And that was when you had released a rather long and very open mouthed yawn.

“Oh my. Looks like someone’s sleepy. With all that supposed alcohol, you’ll be sleeping like a baby tonight.”

Jungkook stared at you lovingly but of course you didn’t notice because you were too busy cooing over the orange kitten. However, that didn’t stop him from correcting his hyung.

“Nah. She’ll be sleeping like a princess tonight.”

“Well then let’s not keep the princess up. Shall we go, my love?”

Widow smiled just as lovingly up at her mate as she nodded and glanced over at Mama Bird and Jimin. They too nodded in silent agreement. Turning towards you and Jungkook, the small female said happily,

“Widow and I had a great time today with you, Miss Korea. We definitely need to do that again soon. Oh! That reminds me! Everything is in our cars.”

And as if they had done this like a dance routine, you watched both girls turn to their boyfriends and bat their eyelashes dramatically with almost identical pouts. It was Taehyung who spoke up first.

“For the love of all things Gucci. Put that pout away. All you have to do is ask. My heart can’t take it.”

As the group chuckled, you followed them to the girls’ cars where your purchases were. Making sure you weren’t going to run into anything or anyone, you quickly stole a glance down at the kitten in your arms. Swiper had since started to try and climb up your body as if wanting to perch himself on your shoulder but the protective side of you wanted him safely in your arms instead.

Upon arrival, Black Widow unlocked her car and opened one of the back seats. For some reason, your cheeks started to warm up. Was it because they’d see the shopping bag that clearly stated you had went and bought lingerie? Or was it perhaps the lack of shopping bags you had compared to the trunk full the other two girls had?

“Ooouuu. Kook you gotta see what’s in this bag I-----Ouch!”

You were blushing like crazy as you watched Black Widow come to your rescue by smacking her mate on the back while he was hunched over and inside the back seat; apparently looking through your bags. Oh how you wanted to sneak a glance at Jungkook but you resisted. Mostly because you weren’t sure you could handle what you might find. Was he blushing too? Or did he find it funny? Gah.

With Jimin having opened the other back door, he too was also helping carrying the bags. However, your embarrassment only intensified when you watched the two coming out from within the back seats and easily carrying what purchases you had made; not even needing the third boy’s assistance. If anyone was going to make a comment, you were grateful that they seemed to be keeping it to themselves. It was Jimin who broke the silence by saying happily and casually,

“Let’s head back to her royal majesty’s new bed chamber, shall we?”

While Jungkook never spoke up, it was painfully obvious that he was going to have to take you on an additional shopping trip. There was no way you had enough in these bags to sustain a proper wardrobe. He knew you’d go kicking and screaming, but that was definitely one of the things on tomorrow’s agenda. Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday. At least they’d have all day, for he also wanted to go grocery shopping so that you’d have all your favorites in the apartment.

The apartment.....their apartment. Just thinking about it made him giddy with joy. His mate was finally where she belonged. Home with him. Where he could protect you and care for you. Love you. Even though you currently weren’t returning his feelings, he could tell you were feeling the tug. That powerful force of nature from the Moon Goddess herself. That little incident in Namjoon’s office hadn’t went by unnoticed. He knew you were already starting to feel the effects even though you weren’t even turned yet.

Which meant he could only hope that one day you’d fall in love with him just as much as he had fallen in love with you. Hopefully living under the same roof would make that even more probable. He felt like the odds were in his favor despite how uncomfortable you still seemed with living in the same quarters as him.

With all the bags carefully placed in the little foyer section of the apartment, it was time to say goodbyes and see you laters. You had handed Swiper over to Jungkook so you could give each girl a proper hug and a proper thanks for everything they had done. It almost brought tears to your eyes as you felt them returning your hugs with genuine love and care. You had never had female friends so this was a big moment for you.

“You be good to our girl, okay Kook?”

“Yes, m’am. Of course, m’am.”

You were a timid, blushing mess as you watched Jungkook reply to Mama Bird’s words with a cheesy salute while Swiper was held protectively in the male’s other arm. Good lord. You wanted nothing more than to run to your room and hide; never to come out again. Boy was it hot in here all of a sudden. Resisting the urge to fan your heated face, you said with a whine,

“Yah yah. It’s late. You guys should be heading home. It’s always more dangerous to drive in the dark, anyway. Shoo. Shoo shoo.”

With the small group of four giggling and cooing over how cute you were, you closed the door and locked it before turning around to lean your back against the structure. Now openly fanning your face, you watched Jungkook chuckle while holding Swiper with both arms now. He knew you were embarrassed and flustered so he decided to take pity on you and left things at that. Instead, he asked casually,

“Want me to show you to the bathroom so you can freshen up before bed?”

“That would be wonderful. Thank you.”

And so after plucking the bag that had your nightwear in it, you followed the young male down the hall and watched him point to a door closer to the end. After giving a soft thanks, you shyly ducked into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After hearing his footsteps fading, you took a deep breath and exhaled to help calm yourself down. Gathering yourself up, you moved to stand in front of the huge lit up mirror.

Wow. Those cocktails really roughed you up.

To say you looked exhausted would be an understatement. The woman staring back at you definitely looked worn out. With another deep breath to help calm you, you reached for the faucet and turned the cold water on. Giving your face a good couple splashes, you cursed when you realized that.......you had absolutely nothing on you that could help with your nightly skin routine. Softly cursing for not thinking about purchasing that stuff while you were out today, you decided to move onto brushing your teeth........which you also couldn’t do.

Tears were starting to well in your eyes. You were stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. You weren’t even thinking of stuff like toiletries when you were out shopping today. All you could think about was having fun with the girls. Your new friends. You had been so wrapped up in having friends for the first time in your life that you weren’t thinking like an adult. An adult who had just lost everything.

Sniffling and trying not to bawl your eyes out, you slipped out of the clothes that Mama Bird had given you and changed into your conservative babydoll nightie. It was dark navy blue and went about mid thigh. You were too upset to even think about approaching Jungkook in it. Jungkook......god you were going to have to tell him......But how? How could you? God this was so embarrassing. You felt so pathetic. You didn’t even have a brush for your hair or hell----You didn’t even have shampoo or body wash for that matter. You had nothing.

You had nothing.

Jungkook had just set Swiper down in his cat bed when he immediately became alert. His mate was upset. Extremely upset. Why? He needed to find out and fast. Quickly rising to his feet, he was met with a tear stained face. Your face. It broke his heart. So much so, that he couldn’t even enjoy the nightie you were wearing. He watched as you sniffled and approached him; promptly stuffing your face into his chest. Your smaller hands gripping the back of his shirt.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“I’m stupid. So stupid.”

“Yah. No you’re not. Come here. Let’s take a seat.”

With his help, the two of you took a seat on his fancy off white couch and you tried to collect yourself. Gah you were working his self restraint already. You weren’t wearing a bra under that nightie and it showed. Good gravy. Trying not to audibly gulp, he put his focus back on you and taking care of you. In a soft and soothing tone, he asked while stroking the back of your head in a petting fashion,

“Why do you think you’re stupid?”

“Because I didn’t buy anything important today. All I bought was a bunch of clothes and shoes.”

“That doesn’t make you stupid, beautiful.”

“Yes it does! I have no toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, shampoo, body wash. I don’t have anything for my daily skin routine. I have no makeup. Kook I have none of that stuff. Because it went up in flames like the rest of my stuff. I have nothing. It’s all gone.”

By this point, you were crying your eyes out and Jungkook had you wrapped up in his arms. Truth be told, he wasn’t thinking about those things either. Hell, he was sitting here thinking about how you needed more clothes than what you bought. But he definitely hadn’t been thinking about the hygienic stuff. Welp, it was definitely going to be another busy day tomorrow. Rubbing your back, he spoke softly,

“Well how about this.....tomorrow we’ll head back out. Just you and me. We’ll make a day out of it. We can have three nice meals out while we shop and get the things you need. And we can take your nice new car so we’ll have plenty of space for the shopping bags. We can even buy Swiper a couple cute cat toys. How does that sound?”

With a hiccup, you replied almost grumpily, “You’re too nice for your own good, Kookie. You know that?”

Flashing you that bright bunny smile that never failed to make your heart flutter and your cheeks turn pink, he chuckled and said in a tone that sounded an awful lot like he was teasing you,

“I knew you’d like the idea. So for tonight and in the morning, you can use my stuff. It’s not a big deal. I do believe I have an extra toothbrush unopened for when I’m an idiot and forget to charge my electric one.”

You flushed even more pink when you heard him mention that so casually. Gosh. Electric toothbrushes were expensive. The only thing you could gather was that he must make an awful lot more than you. Or maybe he’s obtained some kind of inheritance? Wherever he was getting the money, you had no idea. But there must be a lot of it.

Upon hearing a soft but high pitched sound, you both looked over to see that it was just the orange kitten stretching in his cat bed that was two times too big for him. Jimin had explained that the little guy would grow bigger before anyone could blink so it just made sense to buy the big bed now verses waiting. After a good stretch, the kitten went back to sleep; looking absolutely precious in your eyes. It was then that you felt a large warm hand rubbing your upper arm as Kook spoke up softly,

“I think Swiper has the right idea. Let’s get some rest for our big day tomorrow, yeah?”

“Okay. But what about all the bags at the door?”

“Eh. They can stay there. They aren’t going to go anywhere.”

“May I have a glass of water to take with me before I go to bed?”

“Beautiful, you can have anything you want, okay? You don’t even have to ask.”

You looked up to see him smiling down at you with that charming smile of his. He looked gorgeous while you looked like a train wreck. Sniffling, you nodded and he took that as the cue to help you up from the couch. His hand had slipped from your upper arm to where he could protectively wrap his arm around your waist to help keep you steady.

After pouring you a glass of water from his purifying pitcher, he handed it to you and even took it upon himself to escort you to your bedroom. Your new bedroom. Thankfully when you walked in, it no longer smelled like lingering paint fumes. Carefully setting the glass on the nightstand, you turned around to see Jungkook leaning against the door frame.

“I hope you’ll like it here, princess.”

Princess. That was new and different. You weren’t sure which made your heart flutter more. Beautiful or Princess. Smiling shyly from behind the canopy that surrounded your bed, you felt a blush coming on as you spoke in a small, shy voice,

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, Kookie.”

Hearing those words made him smile with relief. So you were going to like it here? Perhaps that meant you’d stay. He couldn’t help but be hopeful of that. Oh how he wanted to gather you up and lay you in his own bed. Where he could protect you and keep you happy and healthy. But for now, he’d give you your space. He could be a patient man when he wanted to be.

“Well, then I guess this is good night. Sleep well, princess. If you need me, I’m just down the hall.”

“Thanks, Kookie. Good night.”

And with that, the two of you parted ways with him closing your door for you. Taking a couple slow sips of your water, you sighed gratefully at how cold it was. All that blushing had really warmed you up despite your thin nightie. Yeah. You probably should have worn something even more conservative but you could never sleep if you were on the warmer side during the nights.

When you went to lay down, a moan just about filled the room and then some. Wow. This mattress was freaking amazing! You had no idea who picked this particular one but if you ever found out, you were going to kiss their feet. Getting comfy, you tugged the covers up to your nose as you were one who liked to bury yourself in comfort. After everything you had been through within the last 24 hours, you definitely wanted to drown in comfort. The sheets smelled so good. Wow. They must have been washed before hand. You wonder if this was Jungkook’s fabric softener you were smelling. Had to be.

Speaking of.........

Feeling his mate’s heart rate slowing down and sensing you were on your way to dreamland, Jungkook was finally able to relax in his own bed. There was no way he was going to risk sleeping until he knew you were comfortable and resting properly. Since walking into his own room, he had changed out of his clothes for that day and was now lounging in a t-shirt and shorts. Normally he’d ditch the shirt but just in case you needed him, he wanted to be.....dunno.....decent?

“Okay, so what else will she need? Help me out here.”

‘Well......wait why are you asking a dog what a human female needs???’

“Good point.”

‘What’s on your list so far?’

Scrolling back to the top of his cell phone screen, he started listing off all the items he thought you’d need. The items you had listed earlier, more clothing, more shoes, groceries. He suddenly thought about things like medicine. Were you on any kind of medication? Oh! And were you a pads kind of girl or tampons? Just from his own heat cycle, he knew you’d be starting your period in a couple weeks. Wow. Women needed a lot of stuff.

‘Females are gorgeous, precious, but complex creatures, little one. You’ll learn that more and more as you spend time with her. Tis why we as the male need to care for our mates. They work hard and carry our offspring. The least we can do is care for them like the beautiful gems that they are.’

Jungkook could feel his chest swelling with masculine pride. Yes. He was going to take care of his mate. He was going to nurture her and care for her. Tomorrow would be a good day. He was going to treat you like the goddess you were. However, he could only hope that you’d allow him to treat you to nice things. It felt like a battle and a half just to convince you to take his credit card. Yeah.....you’ll probably put up a struggle tomorrow but he could handle it. Hopefully.

After adding a few more items per his inner wolf’s suggestions, the male finally decided it was time for him to sleep. It was hard though. His mind was just racing with everything that had happened today. Not to mention it was hard for him to sleep knowing you were just down the hall. Probably looking absolutely angelic all curled up in your new bed sleeping peacefully.

Or so he had thought.

After setting his phone on charge on his nightstand, he had just turned on his side and gotten comfortable when he felt.....something was off. Surly he would have noticed it sooner, right? No. Something wasn’t right. He could sense your discomfort. Fear. He smelled fear rolling up from under his door. It was you. You were scared. Maybe sleeping in a foreign home was making you nervous?

And then he heard your screams. Your blood curdling, hair raising screams and he was out of bed in a flash. Faster than the blink of an eye. Most of the time he was a clumsy bun, but in this moment, he was a graceful and swift canine ready to attack whatever was causing his mate pain. Barreling down the hallway, he wasted no time in opening the door to your room. The sight broke his heart.

There you were sat up in your bed patting yourself frantically. The sound of your hand practically slapping your skin sounding louder than it really was. You were crying and whimpering as you continued to pat yourself down for whatever reason. The only thing he could guess was that you must still be somewhat asleep and still in your nightmare. Carefully approaching you, Jungkook spoke softly,

“Hey....beautiful? You there? Hey. It’s me, Jungkookie. Are you awake?”

You must have been more awake than he originally thought because as soon as he started to speak, your head shot up and your eyes full of fear focused on his form slowly approaching you. It would seem that you were coming back to reality though as you suddenly started looking around the room. It was then that you slumped forward with your face in your hands; shoulders shaking from what.....he wasn’t sure of.

“Do you want to talk about it? Is there anything I can get you?”

You sat there hunched over with the nightmare still playing in your mind’s eyes. Dear god it had been awful. So much so, that there was no way you were going to risk falling back asleep. As you sat there remaining silent, Jungkook could feel the anxiety rolling off of you in thick waves. He felt helpless in this moment and it killed him. Surely there was something he could do?

“I’m sorry. I probably woke you. I’ll be fine. Sorry to bother you.”

“Hey hey hey. Let’s hold up a minute.”

While his voice was soft and almost like a whisper, he still felt the need to sit you down and get something straight. Sitting down on your bed in front of you, he turned and gently removed your shaking hands from your tear stained face. Gosh he was so tired of seeing you cry. But he also couldn’t blame you either. It just really broke his heart, though.

“You are not a bother. And you’re definitely not fine. You don’t have to talk about it, but you also don’t have to pretend like it was nothing either. What do you say we fix some warm drinks and watch a movie, hmm?”

“I......I was on fire, Kookie.......”

At first he didn’t quite know what you meant. But then it clicked with him. The way you were patting yourself all over earlier......you were patting yourself because you were trying to put out the fire. His heart clenched painfully in his chest and tears were threatening to well up in his eyes. You had a nightmare, alright.

You had a nightmare that you were burning alive.

“Okay. Ice cream it is.”

After helping you to your feet, it seemed like no time at all that the two of you were on the couch watching a Disney movie. After insisting that you pick, it was decided that you’d watch The Emperor’s New Groove as it was one of your favorites and it never failed to make you laugh. As soon as he heard that little tidbit, Jungkook was sold and immediately purchased it to rent.

Your giggles. Dear god your giggles were like music to his ears. Watching you take a spoon full of ice cream only to giggle around the spoon made his heart soar to the ceiling. You were adorable in every way. Precious. Absolutely precious. He had to fight the urges to kiss the top of your head or run his fingers through your hair. But thank the Moon Goddess you were subconsciously cuddling him. He at least got that much.

They were at the scene where Yzma was asking Kronk her famous line of “Why do we even have that lever?” when your giggles tried to turn into a yawn. There it was. The moment he had been waiting for. It would seem you paid it no mind as you went back to watching the movie, having since had your fill of ice cream. Your head was resting on his chest and he was pretty sure you had no idea what you were doing at this point. But he wasn’t about to stop you. No way.

Jungkook was pretty proud of himself. Since that first yawn, he had ever so carefully inched himself lower and lower till the two of you were practically laying down on the couch with you on top of him; using him as a literal body pillow. Not that he minded. Good lord he was in heaven right now. This definitely had to be what heaven felt like.

Needless to say, neither one of you saw the ending of the movie.

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hollyhomburg · 6 years

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BTS as your boyfriend

A/N: Is there supposed to be an order to reactions? some of these features specified occupations of the reader and there are touches of smut and angst but this is mostly fluff

W/C: 2.1k

Seokjin

Takes cooking classes with you but half of the time the two of you get distracted (you tease him by grabbing his thighs and he retaliates by gripping a handful of your ass)

“This tastes good- but not as good as you” is one of his favorite things to say and you’ll often take turns saying it, (ie you’ll say it over breakfast, and then he’ll say it a few days later at dinner.

Doesn’t let his family intimidate you by bringing you around for a surprise visit so that you can see his parents in a more natural form and not their “Miss Korea and CEO” glory. Because to Seokjin- they’re just mom and dad.

Will literally drop everything if you say that you just need to get away for a little while. The two of you will often pack a suitcase and just go to the airport for a weekend- not quite sure where you’re going to go until you get to the airport

king of pet names.

Is literally the most caring prince whenever you get sick, rubbing down your sore muscles with his strong hands aided by vapor rub

Called up your mother to find out how she used to make soup when you were sick.

Regularly makes you apart of his Vlive’s.

The fans request that you two do a competition of who can stay silent the longest and you make him laugh within seconds.

So Seokjin has to make you your favorite meal because you won and the entire Vlive is just you making puns out of things in the kitchen

You hold up an onion and say “onion-haseyo” to greet the fans.

You Throw a roll at him “I’m on a roll”

hold up a piece of meat “the tur-KEY to cooking is a good attitude!”

You distract him so much that the sauce burns.

Wakes up early to cook you breakfast foods.

Yoongi

Both of you keep really strange sleep schedules.

Some nights you’ll call him up and you’ll go to the Local Park and play basketball together to work off some of your energy.

And he thinks it’s hilarious and adorable how competitive you get

Hears you humming one morning while you’re getting ready and records the sound on his phone only to use it as the hook on his next song (And it ends up being kind of an anniversary present)

Sometimes when he’s away and he can’t sleep and you’re not awake because of the time difference he’ll just play it to hear a little bit of your voice.

And it will lull him easily to sleep.

Complains about how needy you can get but at the end of the day it’s always him making grabby hands at you for cuddles or holding your hand tighter in crowds.

Puts his hand on your thigh while he’s driving. lots of back hugs.

God forbid any man show interest in you he’ll let all his Dageu swagger show.

lovingly calls you “punk”

both you and Yoongi enjoy quite a lot- you both have a tendency to get overstimulated and overwhelmed by the world.

When you’re having a bad day you’ll curl up on his couch in his studio and he’ll turn the lights down low and pull you into his lap,

And you use his soundproofed headphones to block out the noises of the world while he works on his laptop.

And Yoongi can periodically comfort you by running a hand down your calf and watch as you slowly relax, your body becoming jelly next to him.

He’ll wake you up with soft kisses on your cheeks and his low grumbly voice asking “better?”

Hoseok

Will try to teach you how to dance no matter how many times you’ve kind of…failed at being taught? Hoseok loves to spend time with you regardless.

Loves to guide your body into movements, he’s got a thing about control

Defiantly one of the kinkier ones in bed, he has a little thing for bondage and sensory deprivation; both giving and receiving.

He is absolutely whipped for you and would do anything to please you.

He likes to buy you flowers, sunflowers most of the time.

Spends late nights with you staying up talking about your future, he’s actually the one out of all the boys that will probably ask about marriage first. (After Namjoon and Jungkook)

Thought it will be more of a thing that the two of you discuss rather than him just springing it on you.

He’d want to make sure you were on the same page as he was; every step of the way.

The two of you talk about everything- and plan out your future meticulously even though you know things rarely ever go to plan.

You go back and forth arguing about whether you’ll want a modern vs American style house,

about possible pets and how big of a backyard you want (though you defiantly know you want enough space for a garden.)

You argue about kids’ names and whether or not you’ll try to push music and the arts on your children.

You know it might be foolish to dream, but Hoseok tells you that it’s just as foolish not to daydream, - without a plan for your future how do you know where you’re headed?

but Somehow Hoseok thinks he’d always know the way to happiness if you whereby his side.

Namjoon

Loves going to cafes to read with you. Takes picnics in the park just so you can sit and draw’s each other (even though he can’t draw for shit)

He keeps one of the doodles you drew in his wallet; right next to a picture the two of you took in a photo booth.

Takes pictures of things when he’s away and sends it too you with captions like “this reminded me of you.” sometimes it’s a cute animal and he says “this is you in pet form!”

Likes to do little crafts with you once he realizes finds pleasure in working with his hands- it helps him learn to control (no god of destruction tendencies anymore) and calm down his over-excitable nature.

Helps you repaint one of the rooms in your apartment and ends up having a paint fight with you. (Gives you handprints on your ass)

Always leaves a romance novel with you before he goes away for a stretch of time with a little notes saying that the romantic lead will keep you company until he gets back.

Loves to hear you singing in the mornings softly under your breath- almost like you don’t realize you’re doing it.

Pulls some strings and gets you to meet your favorite author for your birthday.

You spend half of your time hiding behind Namjoon too nervous to meet them, but afterword’s you end up launching into a discussion about charters with the author and completely forgetting your boyfriend next to you

But at the end of the day, that’s why Namjoon loves you-you're so passionate.

Jimin

This boy loves matching everything! Matching pajamas, matching designer shoes, he’d even tried to convince you to dye your hair pink with him once but that was where you drew the line.

Gets matching couples necklaces.

He’s your best hype man, taking photos of you for your Instagram and always making you feel praised.

Jimin loves how you’ll blush and get embarrassed- maybe a little too much, he has a little bit of a praise kink himself.

Does this thing where he’ll put his full weight on top of you and then refuse to move, saying that you’re too comfy.

He’ll start to fake snore, and then giggle and thrash when you start to tickle him- queue a mutual tickle fight that he always wins.

Secretly Kind of loves the jealous looks people give the two of you- because you’re the “it” couple and you both know it.

You guys don’t talk about your feelings much, but some night’s he’ll come in from a particularly difficult day and he won’t be able to meet your eyes when you say his name.

You’ll drag him into the bathroom. Sometimes you’ll shower together and other times you’ll just slowly clean his face of makeup and run a cold cloth over his arms.

You’ll stand in between his legs and tell him about your day, and by the time you’ve applied his skincare regime he’s lost that far away look in his eyes.

Then the two of you will spend a little while winding down watching a movie or something before you fall asleep against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat.

Jimin wonders what he did to get someone as caring as you in his life.

Taehyung

Asked you out during the Seoul lantern festival, you were all bundled up in his jacket and his scarf. He loves seeing you in his clothes

Wrote, “I wish you’d be my girl” on a lantern for a wish, and then slowly turned It so that you could see it while hiding his face.

When the two of you let it go he watched you with baited breath, until you nervously pulled him in for a kiss.

Asks you to put on fashion shows for him. but always end with him sighing and saying, “I still think you look best in your birthday suit“ and you’ll slap his arm but let him pull you in close for a steamy kiss.

Make out sessions everywhere- backstage, in the studio, in the hallway closet.

Will buy expensive lingerie for you literally just to make it dirty

Supports you in designing your own clothes and making alterations to make it fit you and your style.

You’re kind of known as the hot topic fashion designer with the idol boyfriend.

Wears one of your pieces to an event and when asked who he’s wearing he proudly proclaims “my girlfriend!”

Can be the tiniest bit possessive of you- and if you ever get angry at him he’ll just put his hands on your waist and say

“Do you think the Louvre would ever let a Picasso go? The world treasures and protects masterpieces babe which is why I feel the need to treasure you.”

Absolutely loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, you’ll go to his performances and he’ll get all sweaty and between sets

And all you have to do is run your fingers through his hair and he’ll get this pulse of sexual energy

Fansites will be talking about it for weeks. And meanwhile, you’ll know that every smirk was just for you.

Jungkook

buys you a lot of makeup (practically all of Sephora) and all the fragrance collections- though he does have his favorites.

He often pulls you close and smells your neck and asks, “Which one is this? You smell like candy!”

But loves how you smell after sex- how you smell like him- the best.

Really supportive of your choices and your hobby of making makeup tutorials on youtube. And you end up becoming a Makeup Mua (one of the most popular ones in the world)

Even does a video with you where he lets you do his makeup? And it ends up being one of your more popular videos.

And then he does a video where he tries to do your makeup and he does a terrible job but you just end up laughing.

He see’s a tutorial “how to make your girlfriend a makeup bench” on youtube and tries to make it for you, almost staples his hands and ends up getting sawdust everywhere.

And ends up asking for your help picking glass out of his hand- he broke a light bulb.

And you’re torn between being serious about the glass or laughing over his pout- because he really wanted it to be a surprise but he’s in so over his head as he has zero experience in carpentry

You think it’s so sweet that he would try to make it himself instead of just buying it for you.

Harmonizes with you when you sing in the shower- no matter what song it is- even if it’s let it go from frozen he’ll put Elsa to shame.

Sings you to sleep at night when you can’t sleep.

He’s also one of those boyfriends that’s just a stereotypical gentleman

Always holding open doors for you, hand on the small of your back, offers to carry everything for you

It’s not a misogynistic thing he just does it because he just wants to treat you how you deserve.

Proposes to you on your first anniversary, “I might not be good at making things, but I know something that was made for me when I hold it. I was made for you and you were made for me- I’m sure of it, there is not a woman in the world who could make me happier.”

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sleepyteuk-blog · 5 years

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love disease

pairings - suju x reader

warnings - none of note.

word count - just about 1.1k

a/n - theres a lack of suju fic content on tumblr and i really want to fix that. side note, im sorry if this chapter is a bit boring, i jut need everything to be set up for the rest of the story! if you take the time to read this i truly appreciate it! any feedback or anything is strongly encouraged. will post another chapter in about a week! thank you <3

being an idol is a lot of hard work.

its sweating, tears, hard work and all they could imagine. it has its highs, lows, and in betweens. there's nothing more fulfilling some days as giving your all in front off thousands of screaming fan, all of them there to support them.

but sometimes, even in the face of nearly a million fans, it can get lonely. of course they have their members to keep eachother company, but deep down, they begin to all crave things they can’t exactly provide each other. trust, they’ve tried.

truthfully, this all started as a joke. after one concert, they sit around the table as cool down from the hype of their performance.

‘you know,’ starts hyukjae. in an instant, the rest of his members turn to him with eyebrows raised.

i wish we had someone to mess around with every once in a while..’ he sighs, wiping sweat and makeup off with a towel.

‘you mean like.. a prostitute?’ asks leeteuk, slightly shocked but a hint of a smirk plays over his features.

‘nah, not like a one night thing..’ hyukjae trails off, staring at the wall.

‘more like an escort, right?’ donghae pipes up ‘could be a good idea. i’ll speak to our manager about it in the morning,’ he says with a smile on his face and a tinge of sarcasm.

there are a few murmurs among them, most of indifference. little did they know, donghae was completely serious.

being an escort is a lot of work.

you learn to deal with the usual type of clients you get. lonely old men, young men with no experience or who just want a companion. some guys just want you to shut up and let them use you, not saying a word.

sometimes you got so lonely, no matter how many expensive bags and dinners that you received. or how many much money you earned. it was always strangely lonely. you knew you shouldn’t feel so lonely. you had so much more than most people. and yet, you felt like the most isolated person in the world.

you woke up in the morning, the same boring bed, the same shower, coffee and the same comfy sweatpants and sweater. you laid on your couch, searching through the tv channels. you sigh as you see a text from your agent, junhee.

you rub your eyes, making sure you saw right. your forgotten cup of coffee now spilled on your floor, you read it over again.

good morning , ____ ! i have an exciting new contract for you. a very well known group of men are looking for someone to help them relieve their stresses. i think you will be very pleased to read about them. now, they have called other services but they said that the other girls just weren’t what they were looking for. i hope you will be able to help them out. please read the file attached and get back to me asap!

getting yourself together, you open the document containing the letter they had sent to your company:

dear mr. junhee,

we have recently been trying to enlist the help of a girl that performs your type of services. we tried many other agencies but thus far, they haven’t been able to satisfy us per se. we’ve heard amazing things about one of your girls, _____ .

we are happy to pay for her to stay with us for however many days you both see fit, we will pay any price. money is not an object, we are just looking for someone to have fun with and enjoy ourselves with.

let us know when she is able to start, and our manager will contact _____ . w

we will meet asap to work up a contract.

sincerely,

super junior

you think your heart stops beating as your fingers flutter over the keys of your phone.

i would be totally interested! let them know my usual rates and see what they say would be good for them. i a very interested in this and please tell them that i’m very eager to help them out!

you finish your text with a few emojis, and darken your phone screen, throwing it onto your floor and leaning back, eyes wide. sure, you had serviced idols before, been visited by the likes of idols like min yoongi, hwang chansung , and even jung yunho, just to name a few. they were the most fun, you found. most of them were wild as could be, and that was your favorite. but, you’d never had such a .. tall order like this one.

you try not to obsess over the idea too much, you go through your usual routine before going on any kind of thing. you book your appointment for a wax, get your nails done and buy a couple new pieces of lingerie.

spending the next few hours in your apartment awaiting the call. you laze around, packing bags of what you want to take for however long you will be there. you silently thank yourself for not having any pets.

finally, as your zipping up a bag of toiletries,you see your phone ring. you drop what you're doing and sprint to the couch your phone is on. you hold the phone to your ear, eager to hear a voice on the other end.

clearing your throat, you introduce yourself.

‘hello! i am ______ , are you calling about the contract?’

‘why yes i am, ms. _____ . thank you for being so quick to pick up! what time are you able to pay us a visit to discuss your contract? we can have a car come to pick you up at the earliest convenience.’

‘anytime is fine for me! even now would be okay, honestly.’

‘ok! love your enthusiasm. the guys cannot wait to meet you. there’ll be a car to pick you up soon. just bring yourself.’

‘no problem! see you soon’ you say as bubbly as possible. truly, you were excited

but something tells you you should be nervous.

#super junior #suju #suju x reader #kpop imagine #super junior imagine #love disease series

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bisexualklausmikaelson · 5 years

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Break up with your girlfriend I'm bored plus klayley

a/n: au college fic/ or Hayley Marshall follows the events of Ariana Grande’s latest music video - threesomes et al. klaus/hayley, with a dash of klaus/hayley/caroline 1. because that video was p gay so I gotta include the gay in this fic and 2. because i’m sucker for threesome fics, sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted.

―

He has a girlfriend, Hayley reminds herself as she watches him at his desk.

She is fixated by the color of his eyes - not quite like the sky, but a bit like the ocean when the light hits it just right. A bright blue with a bit of green in them, just like a painting.

“Miss Marshall,” her professor addresses her, snapping his fingers in front of her face. “You seem to be done with your quiz, since you’re day dreaming about― “

“When you’re going to shut the hell up and let me leave class?” She cuts him off, just at the moment where he’s about to embarrass her for spying on her crush.

The professor raises a brow at her and the whole class stares in awe.

Klaus releases a soft chuckle as he watches Hayley walk out of the room.

―

She walks in on them making out in an empty science class during lunchtime.

Caroline Forbes is all kinds of beautiful - golden locks sparkling like the sun - almost blinding her. And lips that looked as soft as clouds. Her skirt is hiked up to her waist, revealing a string of a bright red thong and long pale legs accompanied by smooth, creamy skin.

Hayley unexpectedly licks her lips at the sight of the other girl tangled in Klaus’ arms.

“Seriously?” Caroline releases, noticing Hayley’s lingering stare.

The brunette then blinks twice before picking up the books she had left behind. “Sorry,” she stammers, cheeks turning bright red. “I just forgot these here,” she says, before bolting out of the classroom.

She hears Klaus laugh at her antics again and realizes that he must think she’s a total dork.

For this was the second time in the same day that she had made a fool of herself, right in front of him.

―

(That night, Hayley makes it home before Rebekah has the chance to make fun of her for today’s antics. Surely, her brother had told her all about both awkward incidents - and god knows that Rebekah loves to tease.

Hayley crawls into bed, hands covering her face.

She’s so glad that the day was over).

―

Later that week, he makes an appearance at Kol’s Birthday Bash.

In retrospect, Hayley knew he’d be there, it’s his brother’s birthday for god’s sake. She blames Freya for dragging her out. She blames the free booze and pizza. She blames the fact that she craves attention and Elijah will be there to shower her with his affection.

She blames the new dress she bought - the short black one that Klaus saw her eyeing that one day he went shopping with her and Rebekah.

“You look nice,” She hears someone whispers, as she turns around to face him

“Klaus,” She stammers. “Thanks,” she mumbles, looking him up and down. “So do you,” she admits noticing how the periwinkle of his tie against the darkness of his jet black suit complimented his eyes.

“This old thing?” he smirks, shrugging.

She’s quiet for a moment, looking around him to notice that he is alone. “So,” Hayley nervously starts again. “Just you, tonight?” she asks.

He shoves a hand in his pocket and frowns. “I’m afraid Caroline’s at home, sick with the flu,” he offers. “She’s been in bed all day,” he goes to say, with a sad tone in his voice.

Hayler bites her lip. She wasn’t used to being this close to him. “Sounds pretty bad,” she tells him instead, realizing that she could practically smell him.

“It is,” he nods. “I’m just making a short appearance here, giving my brother his present, then making my way back home to look after my lovely girl,” he smiles again, when he thinks of Caroline.

And then, Hayley notices that she can smell her scent on him as well.

Honeysuckle drops with a hint of dark chai.

“How sweet,” she mumbles. “I hope she gets better soon,” she offers, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“As do I, sweetheart,” he agrees, eyes scanning the room to spy his younger brother. “I’ll see you around, pleasure chatting with you,” he then says, as he’s off to find Kol.

“Same here,” Hayley whispers, but he’s already left her side by then.

―

That same evening, she notices that he’s making a late night trip to the convenience store nearby. Hayley’s on her way back from the party as she notices how Klaus buys a few packs of chocolates, some painkillers, and a box of tampons.

She feels a smidgen of jealousy as she notices how completely whipped this guy is for another woman.

Although, Hayley does a damn good job of hiding how she feels - so she forces herself to look away, and continued her walk back home.

―

Final exams and graduation pass by almost too quickly.

The next significant time she bumps into him isn’t until the end of the year actually. Which was good in a way, because it meant that she had done a fantastic job of avoiding him.

Despite the fact that she lived with his sister and that they went to the same school.

“Are you coming to our celebration party tonight?” He always shows up though, somehow, at the most unexpected of times. And this time, he was standing in front of her car as she was making her way to it.

Almost as if he had been waiting for her.

“I didn’t really plan on it, to be honest,” Hayley told him, while shoving her keys into her door.

“I’m surprised,” he releases softly, leaning a hand against her vehicle. “I thought my sisters dragged you along to all the Mikaelson events,” Klaus said, as her gaze finally met his.

He really had no idea what ‘personal space’ meant, she thought. “Yeah well,” Hayley shrugs. “I managed to convince them to give me a night off,” she offers him, trying to open her car door.

“It’s a shame,” Klaus sings, stepping out of the way so she can enter her SUV. “I was looking forward to seeing you,” he quips, in that charming little tone of his.

It makes her want to melt.

“Why is that?” Hayley asks.

“I just enjoy your company,” He answers her quickly, almost too-quickly.

After all, they had only spent a handful of moments together. She wonders how such little time with her was enough to intrigue him. Maybe, she really was clueless one around here.

“Klaus,” Caroline calls him, as she makes her way out of class to meet him at his car.

“Coming, darling,” he shouts at her. He turns to face Hayley one last time, wondering is his offer still stands. “Hayley, I hope you change your mind about tonight,” he says, before turning on his heel.

“Not likely,” she whispers, after he leaves,

―

(Her new set of expensive red lacy lingerie haunts her.

She had bought it as a graduation gift to herself - sick and tired of finding excuses to put off her purchase, she did this on a whim. Hayley curses herself for it. It’s not like she had anyone to wear it for anyway.

Or maybe she did - if she accepts the offer.

The brunette bites her bottom lip, stalling for time.

“Well,” she tells herself, slipping into it slowly, “might as well put this stuff to good use.” She sang, squeezing a tight dress over the set before heading out the door).

―

The Mikaelson graduation party is just as wild as any other event of theirs.

It must be damn nice to be part of a family of elites, Hayley thinks, as she ventures inside.

She does everything she’s supposed to do: drink a bit from the champagne fountain, play a few rounds of beer pong, get tangled up in a game of twister, smoke a joint with the girls hanging out in the balcony. She even makes her way to the pool, where Klaus and Caroline are making out like animals.

She feels like a pervert - but she can’t help but watch them.

They’re all tangled limbs and tongues sliding and licking trails up each other’s bodies - Caroline’s perfectly manicured nails tracing pale red lines down Klaus’ porcelain back, his teeth nibbling at her ear, her eyes…eyeing her?

“Hayley,” she says, mid-make-out. “Come,” she curls a finger at the other girl, and beckons her to join them.

(Hayley Marshall, in all her life, had experienced very few ‘wild sex things’ - as she liked to call them anyway. There was that time Tyler Lockwood spanked and choked her a bit during sex, back in high school. That time Stefan Salvatore had sex with her on a public beach, at night. And that time she gave Elijah a blowjob while he was driving her home from a late night out drinking with Rebekah (with the other girl passed out in the back seat, of course).

Still, a three some had never been part of the equation.

Until tonight).

She slowly steps into the pool, making her way towards the hot couple in front of her.

“I knew you’d make it, love,” Klaus whispers, smiling.

Hayley nods, shyly.

And just before they kiss, Caroline swoops in, stealing Hayley’s lips away from her boyfriend.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you,” the blonde sings, before moving aside so Klaus can finally have his turn with the girl.

Hayley feels his lips right after Caroline’s and they both taste sweet.

She lets herself be devoured - wishing that this night would never end.

―

#klayley #klaroline #klayroline #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #caroline forbes #hayroline #to #tvd #munea writes #fanfiction #drabbles

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youaretoosmart · 6 years

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For Stydia prompts, maybe: Getting a puppy/dog Lingerie shopping Honeymoon in Europe Possessive!Lydia Outside POV of stydia (my fav) Lydia getting that fields medal The aftermath of the ghost riders

birthday prompts 4/7

I went with outsider pov! Enjoy :)

Alex has three brothers and two sisters, and two siblings who were or still are in theatre club in high school.

That is to say, he’s used to sharing a room and weird behaviors.

Not that his roommate at college is abnormally weird, or outwardly obsessed with, like, foot fetish or something, but there is something definitely off about the guy he’s been paired with.

First of all—who the hell names a child Stiles?

“It’s a nickname,” Stiles explains the first time they meet—literally within the minute. “My real name is Polish and even weirder.”

He doesn’t tell Alex what it is, but Alex can respect that, especially since Stiles can’t miss the fact that Alex has to go to the administration building three times before the classes begin to change the deadname on his ID.

Still. Stiles is weird.

In a nice, out-of-the-ordinary, I’ll-have-stories-to-tell-at-Thanksgiving way, like his obsession with mythology and his way too broad knowledge on the history of male circumcision.

“That’s nice,” Alex says the first time Stiles tells him about it from his bed on the other side of the dorm. They don’t have classes yet so they went out on campus, came home agreeably buzzed, and crashed on their beds to stay up for hours after that. Stiles’ voice is hoarse from speaking, and his diction a bit sluggish still, despite the fact that Alex has been gradually sobering up for the last hour or so. Apparently, he takes meds to sleep, and they’re starting to quick in. “So, how much’d you get on that paper?”

“I got an A on the make-up test,” Stiles says. “It was for econ.”

Alex laughs so hard he almost falls off his bed.

Another time, Alex finds him browsing some sort of digital encyclopedia with weird drawings and words that are definitely not in English, but he sees the panicked look on Stiles’ face when Alex looks over his shoulder, the way he almost knocks over his mug in his haste to change the tab, and he doesn’t say anything. Alex isn’t the prying type, and despite the fact that Stiles obviously is, he’s yet to breach Alex’s privacy, so the favor is easily returned.

Of course, it’s impossible not to live with Stiles and not find out about his high school friends.

He spends his time on Skype with a guy named Scott, who, to the best of Alex’s knowledge, seems to be both eighty percent Stiles’ impulse control, and his enabler. There is the fond way with which Stiles says his name that Alex has only ever really heard in his mother’s mouth when she calls Alex and his siblings.

There’s Liam and Mason, who are still in high school and on the same lacrosse team Stiles was on. Stiles and thus Alex have no opinion on Mason but one memorable phone call leaves Stiles agitated and restless, pacing the room like he wants to dig a hole in the carpet.

Alex, who has a test in the morning and was stupid enough to listen to the siren call of an 8am class, gathers his patience and asks: “What is it?”

Stiles went outside to make his call, so Alex didn’t listen to it, but a stressed Stiles is a distracting Stiles, and the library is on the other side of campus.

“That was Liam,” Stiles says, scowling at his phone. “That little fucker. I wanna fly back just to shake him until his brain starts working properly.”

“You have a midterm next Friday,” is all Alex can say. College, he’s found, has a way to suck your soul through your ears and fill the void with pointless academic worries.

“I know, that’s why I’m not gonna do it, I just—” Stiles collapses on his desk chair, leg bouncing, and rubs two hands through his hair, messing it up even more. “What an idiot.”

He looks at his phone with disgust.

“You know what you should do?” Alex types on a few keys to wake up his laptop. He doesn’t want to let the screen to go dark: if he does, he’ll give up studying for the night and fail the test. “You should—Give me your phone.”

Stiles raises his eyebrows.

“Yours is nicer than mine.”

“Not like that, idiot. Just—here.”

He finds Liam’s contact easily, angles the screen so Stiles can see what he’s doing—he’s fiercely protective of the information in his phone and his laptop, like he has a double life or something—and changes the name from Liam to “little fucker”.

“Here,” he says, handing it back to Stiles. He doesn’t throw anything to him anymore. It’s a wonder how he got on the lacrosse team at all. “Now everytime you look at his contact you’ll feel like you’re insulting him. Good?”

“Nice,” Stiles says, then he opens his laptop and Alex goes back to studying.

It works, because he gets a solid 88 on the test.

Then, of course, there is the matter that Stiles has a girlfriend—five feet three, strawberry blonde haired, green-eyed Lydia Martin who is gorgeous and a genius. At least that’s what Alex gets from the numerous mentions of her Stiles can slide into every conversation and the pictures Stiles pinned everywhere around his side of the room. Alex always seems to catch the end tail of their conversations, for which he is grateful, but it means that by the time Thanksgiving rolls around, he hasn’t met or talked to the certified genius once.

The Friday afternoon before break changes that fact: when Alex comes back from his History class, he finds Stiles’ bed made and his suitcase open on the bed, slowly being filled.

“Hey,” Stiles greets, dragging the syllable like he always does. “Have you seen my—?”

He trails off and ends his sentence with weird, purposeful flailing, which probably means laptop charger, because Alex has learned that neither of them can ever remember that word.

“Under your bed,” he says, dropping on his bed next to his bag. “No, behind the clothes.”

“Gotcha,” Stiles says to the charger when he locates it. “Thanks.”

“Mmmm. Hey, wait, you’re flying back tonight?”

“Nah, tomorrow morning. But Lydia is picking me up—we’re flying together.”

Couples, Alex thinks.

“I thought she was in Boston.”

“Yeah, she’s driving down.”

“Wait, she’s staying here tonight?”

Alex sits up on the bed: the room is a mess. He doesn’t think he wants anyone to see it in the state it is, much less someone who actually matters.

“No,” Stiles says, gesturing to his bags. “Clearly she got an expensive hotel room and I’m going in, like, thirty minutes.”

“Oh.”

“You can say thank god, it’s okay.”

“Thank god.”

Stiles laughs, closes his suitcase and picks up two books, looking at them quizzically.

“Which one should I take?”

“Homework?” Stiles nods. “Both.”

“Both due in three weeks,” Stiles protests. “I’m not breaking my back for that.”

Alex eyes the books, then his roomate. “Which one are you actually willing to do this week? Be honest.”

“You’re right.” Stiles looks put out but he places both books back on his desk. “I’m not gonna do any long-time work this week.”

“This is not exactly the point I was trying to make.”

“No, you’re right—only fun this week, stress and all nighters for next Sunday.”

“I give up.”

“I work better with pressure,” Stiles insists. “Plus, insomniac, remember? I should at least do something with all those wasted hours. I get anxiety from staring at the ceiling hours on end.”

Alex gives up, rolls on his side, and asks: “So how did you even meet? Lydia and you,” he adds when Stiles prompts him to explain.

“Well, I’d been obsessed with Lydia since, what, the third grade?” Stiles’ tone is falsely casual. “And she wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence.”

“Harsh.”

“Yeah. But—I deserved it a bit, if you ask me. Like—it was bad. But anyway, our sophomore year, her best friend Allison started to date my best friend, Scott.”

“Wait,” Alex says. “Your best friend is Scott?”

Stiles turns around, visibly confused, and sighs when he sees the look on Alex’s face. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, please, tell me again who Scott is. I didn’t know you had a best friend. Do you two speak often?”

Stiles rolls his eyes but doesn’t take the bet, lying on his bed. “Seriously,” he says, “sorry if I’ve been,” he gestures helplessly, “you know, too much with them. It’s just—small towns, you know? I’ve known the same three people my entire life.”

Alex hums like he knows what Stiles is talking about, even though he grew up in the extensive suburbs of DC.

Just then Stiles’ phone buzzes, and Stiles picks up faster than Alex has ever seen any human do.

“Hey,” he greets. “Already? Okay, you remember the way? You turn left on—yes, that’s it. Okay, I’ll wait outside. Lydia’s barely two minutes away,” he tells Alex when he hangs up. “Hey, you wanna meet her?”

After months of hearing about the elusive Lydia Martin, Alex isn’t going to miss his chance. “Sure,” he says, rolling on his feet. “C’mon, I’ll give you a hand.”

He takes Stiles’ backpack and keeps the door open while Stiles pats his pockets for his keys and student ID.

“You forgot anything, I’ll bring it to you tomorrow,” Alex suggests as they wait for the elevator.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m not going home until Sunday.”

“Thanks, man.”

Alex’s parents live forty-five minutes away, in a house that’s never really empty, unlike the campus library will be tomorrow, so Alex has decided to do the total opposite of his roommate and do all of his homework over the weekend, so he can be peacefully pestered by his siblings, parents, and relatives during the rest of the break. It’s genius, really.

When the elevator finally arrives, it’s so crowded that they just cram Stiles’ suitcase in on someone’s toes, and run down five flights of stairs to beat it to the ground, managing it just so. It’s a relief when they finally step outside away from the crowd in the lobby.

“Which one’s her car?” Alex starts to say, squinting for a Massachusetts plate. He turns to find that Stiles is already walking towards a bright blue car and the woman just getting out of the driver’s seat.

“Lydia!” he calls, but he didn’t need to: even from afar, Alex can see the way Lydia’s face brightens at the sight of Stiles.

By the time Alex meets them, walking very slowly and letting a lot of pedestrians and cars speed before him, they have yet to come up for air and Stiles is pressing Lydia against the car just enough to lift her half an inch from the ground.

She really is tiny, Alex thinks fleetingly as he busies himself with the birds in a nearby tree.

When he hears voices, he turns back and gets closer, placing Stiles’ backpack on top of his abandoned suitcase.

“Oh,” Lydia says, looking at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know—” She presses a hand on Stiles’ arm and extends the other to Alex. “Hi, I’m Lydia.”

“Alex,” Alex says, shaking her hand. Lydia’s makeup is somehow intact, but her hair is a little mussed, which Alex charitably decides to believe is from the wind. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you.”

Lydia’s hand slides from Stiles’ arm to his hand, so that they’re standing next to each other, the height difference only highlighted by Lydia’s heeled boots.

Lydia’s smile is easy, bright, and clever; it’s not hard, in retrospect, to see how she can have been both the most popular and intelligent person in school.

“Sorry for the display,” Lydia says.

“It’s okay, I get it.” Alex shrugs. “Long distance and all.”

“Yeah,” Stiles says. “Worse three months of my life.”

“Three months?” At his confusion, Lydia shoots him a surprised look.

“Yes,” she says. “We started dating last June.”

“But.” Alex’s mind in reeling. “You got together when you were a senior.” He points to Lydia.

“Yes?”

“And now you’re a junior in college,” he says.

“Yes.”

Alex looks at them, lost. Stiles has a little smile like he knows the punchline. “I don’t get it. I thought you were older than Stiles?”

“By three weeks, yes,” Lydia says. “We were in the same grade.”

“Three weeks? But—MIT—”

“Offered me to get in as a junior,” Lydia says. “I had enough credits to graduate two years ago, but I stayed in high school, so we got an arrangement.”

Alex’s head is spinning. Suddenly his major in poli sci at GWU doesn’t seem like such an accomplishment.

“So you actually are a genius,” he says stupidly.

“You could say that, yes,” Lydia says with the same easy smile.

Stiles is biting his lip so hard not to laugh that he’s turning red. Alex has the sneaking suspicion that his confusion happened on purpose; Stiles’ own way to show admiration for Lydia, maybe.

“I can’t believe you,” he tells Stiles.

“Sorry?”

It doesn’t seem very sincere, but neither was Alex’s complaint: Lydia is laughing, but not at him, so in the end it doesn’t matter so much.

“I should let you go,” Alex says, stepping away from the car. “You’re going to hit rush hour otherwise, and also, I don’t have a coat and I’m freezing.”

“I’ve been cold for you for the past ten minutes,” Stiles admits. Lydia slides in the car to pop open the trunk and he goes around to stuff his suitcase in.

“Good meeting you,” Lydia says, one hand on the car’s door. “Have a nice break.”

She manages to make banalities sound earnest. “You too,” Alex says, meaning it. “See you in a week!”

Stiles waves back and slides in the passenger seat. By the time Alex makes it on to the curb on the other side of the street, he can just see the car round up the corner and disappear toward one of the campus’ exits. Then the wind almost blows him over, and he hurries inside to get some rest before starting on his work.

#stydia #stydia fanfiction #martinski #cave canem #sorry for the wait i was at the movies!#they showed the return of the king #the long version #amazing #i am no man #i am a late writer #anyway #enjoy #anonymous #answered

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taronfanfic · 6 years

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Graduate’s Escape

Chapters 1-11 are here

Chapter 12

It was a 10 hour flight from Heathrow to Beijing which gave you plenty of time to actually stop and think things through. There were the practicalities of it all, like finding out where Taron was staying and working out how to get there without him knowing. Then there was the issue of what you actually wanted to say to him. You had to tell him how you felt and it had to sound good. There was no point in flying all this way for you to fluff your words or not finish your sentences. Romantic gestures like this were designed to be lavish and memorable. You had to get it right.

Y/N: What’s the name of the hotel you’re staying in in Beijing? Applying for an interior design job and need some eastern influence. You always get put up in expensive hotels so thought I could google it and steal a few ideas. Xxx

It was a total fabrication of a text, but not too far away from reality that it wouldn’t be believed. Needs must.

Taron: Rosewood. Just arrived and it looks insane! Can’t chat now though. X

His reply was almost immediate, but the blunt end and single X dampened your spirits. What if his schedule was so busy that he wouldn’t have time to speak to you today? In your mind you got off the flight, went straight to the hotel and up to his room to see him. In reality he probably wasn’t going to be there. You’d just about managed to scrape together the money for your flight, leaving the smallest amount for a taxi and some food. You hadn’t booked anywhere to stay, presuming that everything would work out well with Taron and he’d let you stay with him. You hadn’t even booked a return flight either. If this all went wrong you were stranded in Beijing with no way home, nowhere to stay and no money. Brilliant.

With no plan B existing you stuck to your gut instinct, collected your case and got in a taxi outside the airport. It took half an hour to get to the hotel and you immediately knew you were in the right place by the crowds of people and paparazzi who were waiting outside. They’d put on special security and roped off a path up to the entrance. As you looked down at your casual travelling outfit you felt severely underdressed. Your hair had been thrown up into a messy topknot and you desperately wished there was a back entrance to the hotel. The taxi driver collected your suitcase and opened your door, revealing you to the on-looking curious crowd. They lowered their camera phones, not recognising you, and continued their conversations, allowing you to hurry in to the hotel entrance undisturbed.

“Good afternoon, can I take your name please?” You were greeted at the reception desk by a beautiful young woman who spoke perfect English.

“I’m here with Mr. Egerton.” You replied confidently as you tried to blag your way further inside the hotel.

“I’m sorry madam but all the guests with that party have already been checked in. Do you have a separate room booking?”

“No, I don’t. I was a very last minute addition so I’m probably not on the original booking made by his agent. I will be in the same room as Mr. Egerton so if you could let me know the room number I can head up there.”

“We cannot give out the room numbers of our guests. Have you called Mr Egerton to let him know you’ve arrived? If he comes down to reception to confirm your stay we can issue you a room key.” The woman confirmed.

“No, it’s a surprise. He doesn’t know I’m here.”

“I understand, but unfortunately I cannot help you until Mr Egerton, or another member of their travelling party confirms your stay with us. You are welcome to wait in the reception area whilst you contact them.” You thanked the woman for her help and walked away from the desk. Fuck.

You figured you had an hour tops to hang around in the reception in the hope of seeing Taron, or someone who looked like they’d be working with him on the press tour. You took a seat in the corner, hoping you could buy more time by staying quiet and out the way. As people walked by you scrutinised their faces and outfits. Most of them were smartly dressed business men, or wealthy looking women in designer outfits. It made Mark Strong stand out even more as he crossed the room in his running gear. You left your bags and hurried over to him, this might be your only chance to get in.

“Mark!” You called out as you caught up to him.

“Hi…” He replied as he turned to face you “Sorry… have we met before?”

“No, sorry. I’m Y/N, I’m here to see Taron. We were sort of dating before he left to come out here…” You introduced yourself weakly.

“Y/N! Lovely to meet you at last! I’ve heard so much about you.” Mark smiled warmly at you and pulled you in for a hug. “Taron never said you were joining us?”

“No, he doesn’t know I’m here. It’s a surprise.” You revealed.

“No way! Man the romance of youth these days, flying round the world to surprise each other. He’s going to be made up! He’s been a bit of a misery guts these past two weeks. Colin and I have been trying to cheer him up; He thought he’d blown it with you, you know?”

“Yeah, that was my fault. I really need to speak to him and sort it all out. Do you know where he is?”

“He’s still in the gym, he’ll be another half an hour or so, but come with me.” Mark kindly helped you with your case and took you up to the floor they were all staying on. His room was opposite Taron’s with Colin’s next door. He made a call to their tour manager and got you a spare key to Taron’s room, making sure it was all above board with the hotel. You thanked Mark for his help and promised that you’d see him later for dinner and buy him a drink.

After freshening up and re-applying some light make up you threw open your suitcase and tried to decide what to wear. ‘You had to get it right’ you mentally repeated to yourself. If this was happening the other way round you’d want to walk into your room and find Taron wearing… ‘A. His tailored navy Burberry suit. Or B. Nothing at all.’ You pulled out your favourite royal purple fitted cocktail dress and held it up to you in front of the full length mirror. You knew he’d love it, but it still felt like too much. As you turned back round you thought about waiting naked for him under the covers of the bed, or you could put on your sexy lingerie. He’d love that more. But seducing him wasn’t part of the plan. You needed to talk first.

Before you’d had chance to get changed you heard the key card being entered into the door. A split second thought to run and hide flashed through your mind but you stayed frozen to the spot, clutching at your dress as you watched the door slowly open.

“Y/N?” Taron looked totally bewildered at the sight of you before him. “What the fuck? You’re… how? Why? What?!” he fired out questions of bemusement as he dropped his gym bag and walked towards you.

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Random Survey 5

If you had to be an animal for Halloween, what would it be? I’ve been a black cat once or twice, over the years, so I think I’d choose to be a bat or an owl for a change. My costume for the Bad Faeries Ball in November is actually going to be owl-based.

Do you have acne? No, I’ve got good skin.

You’re glad that you don’t ___. ... have a mouthful of tadpoles. (I can’t think of anything serious, right now, but there are many things I’m glad I don’t, I’m sure.)

You’re glad that you do ___. have a bottle of 10-year-old port at home with my name on it.

Your favorite cuss word? Honestly, I think slang and euphemisms for curse words are more amusing. But I still say fuck quite a bit.

Do you have cable? Who needs cable when there’s the internet.

What’s a show you wish that was still on air? I have a list a mile long. My inner adolescent will always want Gargoyles back, and un-ruined. I’d love a proper wrap-up season for Carnivale. And dear lords, Penny Dreadful! Resurrect Vanessa, for fuck’s sake, and take them off to Egypt for adventures so that she can discover more about herself as an entity far older than her faith. Let her learn to see herself in a broader frame and find some peace and power in her darkness and her light. Give us a running side-arc about what Jekyll/Hyde’s up to as a character in his own right instead of Frankenstien’s glorified assistant. (He had so much potential!) Tell us more about Catriona! Give me back my adorable Professor Lyle. Let Chandler remember he’s not actually the angsty teenager most of his characterization devolved into in the final season! Let him re-connect with Lily. Just... Just there’s SO MUCH that could still be done...!

Do you listen to the radio at all? Honestly no, not much.

Do you like hip hop? It’s like Country. There’s a lot I don’t care for and a bit that I do.

Do you like snow? It’s pretty enough. But then there’s ice on the road and it’s cold, and it gets dingy after the first couple of days.

What’s your favorite thing about your favorite season? Name the season. Fall! It’s cool and the air takes on that smell and the leaves change, and I WILL NEVER BE TOO GROWN UP FOR HALLOWEEN, and I can wear comfy sweaters and my favorite jacket, and my boots. All of my best outfits are fall/spring outfits, and I don’t care if that makes me shallow. :-P

You want your next pet to be what? Enh, my roommates have a puppy, and I think that’s enough pets, for the time being.

Are you a religious person? No, but I’m a spiritual person.

Do you like pina coladas? And getting caught in the rain.

Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? Maybe once or twice a year.

What is the goriest thing you’ve seen in real life? Not much, unless you count videos/gifs I’ve happened across of people blowing their brains out on camera. Once, I did follow a rather impressive trail of blood up some stairs to discover that my dad had gone and stabbed himself right through the knee while trying to plant a tree....

What is a dessert that you DON’T like? Not a fan of key lime pie.

And one that you love? The tea room I like has this great sticky toffee pudding with hot custard...

Twilight or Harry Potter? Harry Potter, of course, how dare you!

Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? I’m going to betray my stars and say vampire.

I see… well… what is your favorite angry music? I used to listen to a lot of metal back in the early 00′s... Tool, Disturbed, Godsmack, Korn, Marilyn Manson, Ozzy, etc... Good, cathartic stuff.

What is something that you like that is really cheap in price? Those $1 packets of powdered instant gravy. Add meat and veggies and spices and dump it over some rice and you’ve got a nice curry dish in a pinch.

What is something that you like that is kind of expensive? Duck. Also, lamb.

What do you do when someone is really rude to you in public? Depends on whether I’m at work or not. If I am, I have to smile and be polite even as I imagine scooping out their eyeballs with a spoon. If I’m not... enh, people are rarely rude to me, outside of work. The last time I can recall, this old Boomer woman tried to demand that I let her in front of me in line at the grocery store. I pretended to think about it a minute, then told her she should say please and continued with my evening while she fumed. It should be noted she did not say please. Do you argue with your significant other a lot? I have no significant other.

Have you ever had a really painful breakup? Of course. Haven’t most people?

Do you write in print or cursive? If I’m at work I usually print. But I like writing in cursive, otherwise.

Do you have neat handwriting? It used to be much neater. I used to get compliments on it, and I dabbled in calligraphy. Now that I’ve taken to writing first drafts by hand instead of tying myself to a keyboard for everything, I expect it’ll get that way again.

Do you keep a journal/diary? Yes, though I should be more faithful about writing in it.

If you HAD to change your eyecolor, what would you change it to? I dunno, green, maybe?

Do you prefer to be pale or tan? Don’t say in between. Pale, I suppose.

Are you a good kisser ( make out )? I’m probably rusty, it’s been quite some time since I made out with anyone. I’ll be honest, though, back when I bothered to try, it was getting harder to find really good kissers than it used to be. People forgot to swallow first, there was no sensuality to it, and half the time they’d try to do that stupid dueling-tongues-with-their-mouth-an-inch-away-from-yours thing. In my experience, these are indications that a person probably watches too much Hentai/Porn and almost certainly won’t be very good in bed. They’ll fuck to please a non-existent camera/observer/their own fantasies, not their partner.

Apples or Bananas? Apples

Fruit or Veggies? Both

Water or Milk? Water, unless there are cookies or brownies involved

What kind of underwear do you like? I have a soft spot for vintage-style lingerie, though most of what I own is just regular, serviceable stuff.

Chicken or Fish? Both.

What are you wearing when you go to sleep? If it’s winter, my flannel star pajamas. If it’s summer, a night gown or nothing at all.

Do you take any meds? If so which and why? No.

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