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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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38 - The Worst Versions of Ourselves

Part 39

His Golden Princess

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The Snow Queen had created her curse that was connected to her mirror that I had discovered in her cave. Since everyone in town is freaking out about this new curse we haven’t had time to even talk about what I saw. There was no way I would’ve become the Dark One because I would never kill Rumple to get to that option. Rumple and I were walking towards his shop with me nervously holding my growing stomach. I was only a few weeks pregnant. “So you...You can keep the spell out?” I asked him simply.

“No, but we must be separated. As Dark One, I may be immune to the spell, but you can still hurt me. Go inside and stay in the back room. I'm gonna seal it with a protection spell so no one can get to you.” Rumple explained unlocking the shop door letting me inside first.

While he shuts the door behind himself I turn on my heels facing him. “The Dark One can’t be affected. Can that same thing apply if we share a heart?”

“Typically people don’t share a heart, Astrid. So I don’t have enough history to determine if that could work. I think it is a much safer bet that you and I are separated until the spell is over.” He pointed his index finger towards me.

Leaning my back against one of the glass countertops arms crossing over my chest. “Another possibility could be that if you remove a heart then it can’t affect their emotions because they won’t be able to love. That’s why Cora ripped out her own heart with you. So technically if we removed my heart from my chest then the Queen's spell won’t come after me.”

“Astrid, wait.” He warned me when I started to reach inside my chest and take out my heart with my magic but he made me pause. “There’s no true possibility that you can even survive when you remove half of my heart from your chest.”

“My parents share a heart just like we do-“ He cuts me off.

“Your parents are the creators of the two saviors and products of true love. Yet that doesn’t mean that we are exactly like them. A person needs a heart to live, it stops you die.” He shook his head back with a scoff taking one long step towards me gently looping our hand with my right. “Look, I... I'll be back soon, and then we're gonna be together and we're gonna be fine. I promise.”

Closing my eyes I nodded letting him simply leave the room putting up a protection spell. Watching him walk down the street I spun around heading into the back room pressing my right hand inside my chest gasping. Holding the heart in my hand I waved my hand over it securely locking it away in the safe behind the painting. “Sorry Rumple. But I have to help my family and I can’t do that if I’m locked up.” Pressing my hands against the door I release a deep breath managing to undo the spell that he had placed.

Exiting out the door o headed towards the police station seeing Elsa and a woman with brown hair in braids except for one strand of her hair being white. My sister noticed me standing in the doorway holding our baby brother Neal in her arms. “Astrid, you shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe for you.”

“It’s alright, Em. I uh…took my heart out of my chest so I think I will be good.” I stuttered on my words, eyeing my parents when dad tosses me the key, having me lock them each inside their own cells.

My sister gives me a nervous glance. “I don't know what's gonna happen. I don't know how long it's gonna last. I don't know what's gonna happen to me. I mean, what if... What if you starve to death in there?”

“No, Emma, you're gonna fix this thing, and then you're gonna come back and save us.” Mom told us both.

“We believe in you.” Dad added on.

Mom explained looking between the two of us. “Please. Now you know Henry's in a safe place, and Regina and the others can take care of themselves.”

“What about the baby?” I asked, stepping closer to them figuring that someone would have to look after our little brother until this whole curse was broken and all.

Dad shook his head at me gently gripping the green metal bars. “No, don't worry. Neal won't be with us.

Emma questions not really sure what they were saying. “Who's gonna take him?”

“You are.” Mom replied. “We don't fear your magic, Emma. It's what's gonna allow you to take on the Snow Queen and win.

Dad smiled, remaining hopefully that my older sister could actually save us like we always do. “And when you do, you'll be right back here unlocking these doors.”

Our mother declared. “We trust you. And Henry's right. You are special, and you are going to use that specialness and save both of you.”

Elsa smiled at me and my sister looking over to the woman who was standing closely beside her. “You have wonderful parents, Emma and you too Astrid. “

“Thanks. Now, um who is this. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Astrid, Astrid Gold.” Extending my hand the other woman smiled back.

She shakes my hand before there was a rumble outside meaning the curse was getting closer to coming over the town. “I’m Anna, Elsa’s sister. It’s nice to meet you.” My sister walked away to talk with Hook before the building rumbled again making me get a literal more concerned.

Snow responded by intertwining her hand with his. “Never let go.”

“Hey. Don't be afraid. You know, we share a heart, and nothing can come between two halves of one heart. These are just precautions. No spell is strong enough to break what we have.” Our father squeezed her hand in his where I could see that he was right. I pray that I am right about my one heart theory. Besides if I was right or wrong Rumple would be angry I undid the protection spell either way.

Glancing up at the ceiling Emma comes over to me where we both ducked our heads attempting to shield our little brother from the shards of glass falling from the sky. It was an hour after when I opened my eyes seeing that my sister and Elsa were gone leaving me alone with baby Neal. Mom sat on the bench inside the cell glaring at dad. “Prince Charming. Finally I'm seeing you clearly. A fraud. A shepherd who has no business being royalty.”

“Well, I see a spoiled little princess who ran away from her troubles, who always runs away!” He raised his voice gripping the cell bars in his hands.

She shouted back. “I can't believe I had a child with you.”

He throws his hands up in the air. “Oh, who knows? Maybe you didn't. Could be Whale's.” Feeling my phone vibrating in my pocket a few times I saw they were from Rumple so I handed my baby brother over to Anna knowing I needed to go see him before he came down here and dragged me back to the shop.

Walking down the street every person on the street was glaring at me preparing for a fight even over the slightest thing. Flinging opened the shop door I saw my husband packing for something and Hook was standing inside the shop. “Well, it's like swimming with sharks out there. The minute one of them tastes blood, they'll tear each other apart.”

“Well, count your blessings you're not one of them.” Rumple spat seeing that I was standing close to the door.

The pirate asked, looking back at me. “Why was I spared the cloud's curse?”

“Because your heart wasn't in your chest, dearie. It was here in my shop with me. In protective custody, so to speak.” Rumple lifted his head with a light scoff moving his head in the opinion direction meaning for me to come talk with him.

Hook asked my husband. “What is it you need, Crocodile?”

“Once I finish packing, I'm gonna take Astrid to the town line. I need you to find Henry and do the same thing.” Rumple shoved a book in a bag then went over to the painting, opening it and grabbing the dagger and a black box where I knew he figured what was inside.

Hook didn’t believe what he was saying to him. “So you still think you're leaving?”

“Oh, ye of little faith. Tomorrow night, when the stars in the sky align with the stars in the hat, I shall finally cleave myself from this dagger and be on the other side of that ice wall before dawn.” Rumple chuckles picking up a small golden circle box that I wasn’t sure exactly what it was.

Holding up my hands I finally entered the conversation. “Are you saying there's a bloody way out of here? That we could get everyone away from the spell if we get them over the ice wall.”

“Dark One always finds a way.” Rumple responded simply.

Hook scoffed, stepping closer to my husband. “Well, if the Dark One is so powerful, why doesn't he magic his grandson to his side?”

“Because that would require me knowing where his mothers have locked him away for safekeeping. Now unless you really, really have no need for that tongue, I suggest you slither back outside into the hostile current and find Henry. You'll be needing this.” Rumple moves around the countertop carrying a small vial of red liquid dust giving it to the pirate.

Hook took it from him exiting out the front door. “You won't win. Villains never do.”

Picking up the golden round box in my hands I turned it over trying to figure out what it was before it opened revealing a blue and purple hat with stars scattered across it. “You lied to me about knowing about the hat. I thought we were past you keeping things from me, Rumple.”:

“And I thought I told you to not take this out of your chest, lass.” He opened the black box revealing my beating red heart picking it up about to put it back inside my chest. Quickly I used my magic drawing the dagger from the counter and into my hands.

“Don’t put it back, Rumple. I don’t want her curse to take over me. I can’t nearly become the Dark one.” I commanded him with the blade where he paused, eyeing the dagger.

His brown eyes shifted to meet my gaze, noticing there was a hint of darkness forming inside of them while my right hand gripped the blade. He could hear the faint voices of the magic he held but there were also some different ones that were new. “Take the power for yourself….you can be stronger than all of them including your sister. Your baby will be viewed as half dark…unless you take the power.”

“Astrid, put the dagger down. I need you to really listen to me, focus on my voice and only my voice alright lass.” He begged me slowly moving forward touching my hand that was clutching the blade until I shuttered, dropping it to the wooden floor.

Gulping down a lump in my throat I put my arms around him while he wrapped his arms around me, eyeing the dagger on the floor at our feet. “Rumple….what do we do…why does the darkness want me…why!”

“Because it wants to snuff out the light, darling. Don’t you worry I won’t let it consume you…I promise.” He whispered into my hair until I told him I was feeling light headed so he helped me lay down on the cot in the back.

Opening my phone I dared to call Anna to see how things were going since I had left her like that. “Hey Anna, how are they?”

She put the phone on speaker so I heard my parents arguing. “I swaddle him perfectly.”

Mom fired back clearly talking about baby Neal. “He's a baby, not a breakfast burrito.”

The sister to our ice queen friend Elsa attempted to make them see reason but there was no point since the curse had its hood on them for the time being. “Stop it. I mean, I have to say I expected more from the two of you. Use your heads. Think back to what it was like before the spell changed you. Sure, you had issues with each other, but they were minor.”

Dad shouted back at the princess making their fairytale meeting like he hated ever meeting her. “Minor? Minor? When I first met her, she hit me in the face. If that wasn't a sign, I don't know what is.”

“Yes, you responded by hanging me in a net from a tree. You're a real prince charming.” Mom sang through a scoff before I just hung up the phone not needing to hear anymore before I tried to get some sleep knowing that my sister would fix the curse at some point.

The next morning when I woke up I heard Hook and Rumple talking outside. "So you failed. At kidnapping a child. The Snow Queen's plan also failed. But mine won't. Enjoy this snowfall, dearie. It'll be your last."

"Then grant me one dying wish." Hook suggested to him.

My husband scoffed while I peeked through the closed tarp. "I'm not in the business of making deals with you anymore."

"Leave Emma and the rest of Storybrooke be. There's no need to harm them." Hook told him to be able to see me listening in.

Rumple walked closer to him resting his hands together in front of himself watchung the pirate leave shortly afterward. "When I step over that town line with my magic intact, Emma and Storybrooke have nothing to fear from me... As long as they don't get in my way. But I can't make that same promise for the rest of the world….you can come out now Astrid. I know you were listening in."

"Well forgive me if I don't entirely trust you to tell me everything anymore." I spat drawing open the curtains walking up to him still seeing the golden box sitting on the counter with the dagger. Picking them both up in each hand it almost felt like darkness was running through the veins of my right arm but I pushed past that. "So this hat can separate the darkness from your heart. It can save your life?"

He nods, taking a step towards me waving his hand creating the box with my heart inside gently picking it up in his freehand. "In theory, yes. Now before we have any more discussion about that let's see about getting this back where it belongs shall we?"

"First I want you to admit that I was right that the curse didn't affect me and I didn't die without my heart." I sent him a warning glare knowing he hated to admit that he was wrong because it was such a rare thing.

Rumple rolled his eyes but gently grabbed my shoulder with his freehand pushing my heart back inside my chest while he admitted. "I was wrong and you were right, my dear."

"What I saw in the Snow Queen's mirror…me becoming the Dark One possibly." I stared down at the dagger only focusing on it now. "Since I am the other savior and product of true love that mirror was right. That it would bring out the worst in a person."

My husband took the box and his blade from my hands so he could rest a hand to my cheek making me look in his deep gaze. "Astrid, you have nothing to fear. Her curse was broken by your sister. So everything is back to normal. Now how are you doing with the baby, anymore worse sickness?”

“It’s been getting better but it’s hard to move around without using magic which sucks for me sometimes. But overall I am fine - agh!” Grabbing my head gently I felt a splitting headache coming on where I stumbled into his arms.

“Astrid!” He gasped, catching my body while I saw a figure of the enchanted forest version of Rumpe standing behind his back.

The figure smirked with me struggling to keep myself awake with Rumple talking in my ear but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying to me at that moment. “Sharing a dark heart isn’t all it is cracked up to be is it, golden princess. You shall join the dark side soon enough.” Gripping his shoulders my eyes fell closed where he lowered me to the floor calling my name.

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daggzandarrowsnew · 1 year ago

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Can you magic smoke yourself to Granny’s?

Regina frowned at the text from Emma, the tray of apple turnovers in her hand beginning to burn their way through the oven mitt she was wearing so she placed them on the countertop.

Care to explain?

Her heart thudded anxiously in her chest because tonight was her night with Henry. The first night she’d had with just him in a while after all of that business with Ingrid. Emma had wanted to keep him close having faced-off and reconciled with a woman she’d once almost called sister and had had to say goodbye to soon after. It was understandable but now things were calmer. The town was in no imminent danger and Regina missed her son.

Robin’s here…

Her frown deepened at that. Why the hell would she need to-

And Henry has just stormed over to his table looking quite angry.

“Oh…” Oh.

She threw her hands up without a second’s thought, the interior of Granny’s sharp in her mind as she felt the familiar tug of magical transportation and found herself beside the counter as the last vestiges of purple smoke dissipated.

“Leave her alone.”

She caught sight of Emma’s rather relieved wave from the booth a few over from where Henry is standing, Robin looking up at him in what she can only describe as mild shock because her boy had idolised him not so long ago.

“Henry, my boy. I-“

“I am not your boy,” he replied sharply and in a tone Regina remembered oh so many years ago when he’d shatter her heart with you’re not my mom. It cut deep. “And you need to leave my mom alone.”

Robin’s palms lifted - thank Merlin he was alone today - in surrender as he shook his head. “If I’ve bothered your mother, I’m very sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

And her heart sank because she just knew he’d heard them that night. She knew he’d been the creak in the hallway when she’d told Robin to stop what he was doing to her, afraid Henry wasn’t as asleep as she’d believed when the outlaw had shown up at her door one night and confessed he was struggling with not being near her anymore. When she’d ushered him inside to stop any prying eyes from seeing but found herself completely weak when he’d dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her hips, pressing his tear streaked face into her stomach and confessing his love for her.

Afterwards, when she’d been quite sure paranoia was getting the better of her and allowed Robin to finish ravishing her, when they’d lain beside one another sweaty and sated, she’d half expected him to tell her that he’d finally left his wife and chosen her. That he’d made a mistake in the name of honour and had come to his senses.

He didn’t though. I should go.

And for those next few days she’d been barely able to leave the house again, just like when he’d first chosen Marian. When, after all they’d been through, he’d gone back to his wife and Regina had been left alone once more.

Clearly Henry had known what was wrong and this time he couldn’t remain quiet.

“You don’t get to keep breaking her when she’s worked so hard to build herself up again. That’s not what good people do.” She watched as Robin swallowed at Henry’s suggestion, that he wasn’t good and it’s so ridiculous to compare Robin’s virtue to that of a former Evil Queen’s but her son truly has forgiven her, has wiped her slate clean.

“I’m sorry, Henry.” Robin replied ashamedly, dropping his gaze from the boy-turned-man before him and she knew Robin couldn’t bear for Henry to see him as anything other than honourable. He cared for her son, never has she doubted that. It was clearly hurting him to have ruined that. “I truly am. I will ensure that I cause your mother no more pain. I will stay away. And I’m sorry to have cause you such anger.”

And then, as she finally made her presence known, the telltale sound of her heels clicking across the floor as she made her way over to them, Henry shook his head and finished with, “I’m not angry…I’m really disappointed in you.”

Five Word Sentences

"I feel lost without you."

"What's your problem with me?"

"I don't see the problem."

"Not what I came for."

"I guess you are right."

"Did you lie to me?"

"Why did you do that?"

"I'm really disappointed in you."

"Can you please just go?"

"I miss you every day."

"This must be a mistake."

"Fine, I'll go with you."

"I don't feel so good."

"No need to be gentle."

"You have lied to me!"

"We don't know the truth."

"That just can't be right."

"I'm not happy without you."

"Have you ever loved me?"

"I'm always on your side."

"Not exactly what I expected."

"Find someone else to annoy."

"I don't miss you anymore."

"That's a very stupid idea."

"It gave me great joy."

"Let's just call it love."

"Kiss me or leave me."

"There is something between us."

"I don't actually believe you."

"You're not a good person."

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coregeomatics · 1 month ago

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daggzandarrowsnew · 1 year ago

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8:34pm

Halloween Thriller vibes - no established ship yet. Open to a continuation. Set during season 2.

At precisely 8:34pm on Tuesday evening, Emma is standing beside her son at the dining room table with one hand resting on the surface for balance as she talks him through his English homework. It’s not her strongest subject but she gets by and Henry, though grateful for her help, sometimes misses his other mother’s vast knowledge. Not realising how much the blonde also wishes she had the mayor’s strength for academia.

At precisely 8:34pm on Tuesday evening, Snow and Charming are making their way into the kitchen area as quietly as possible having just put Neal down for the night. Charming begins fixing them both a soothing cup of tea whilst Snow warms them both a slice of apple pie. She’ll never admit it out loud but it’s a recipe she learned a very long time ago from her stepmother. Back when life was far less complicated for an eleven year-old desperate for approval from a woman she admired.

At precisely 8:34pm on Tuesday evening, Granny is tapping at Ruby’s barely concealed rear with a menu, asking her to ‘please not flirt with every man who walks in here,’ before turning to find an empty whiskey glass resting atop the diner counter, just a red smudge of lipstick left by the brooding brunette who’d left without goodbye. Not that the older woman is altogether surprised. She simply swipes the glass from the countertop and heads into the back, her mind already drifting to tomorrow’s specials.

At precisely 8:34pm on Tuesday evening as she heads back from Granny’s diner, Regina is thinking about her son. Specifically the plans she has for them tomorrow night when he stays over for the first time in months. She has a selection of his favourite movies stacked on the coffee table and ready to go and her pantry is stocked full of ingredients. There’s flour and sugar and eggs, chocolate chips and strawberries, pretzels and marshmallows - everything she could think of to make up his favourite snacks.

So consumed is she in the thoughts of finally spending time with Henry again that she misses the clinking of a bottle as it’s kicked against a wall and the low mewl of a cat bathed quite suddenly in the dark shadow of danger. So consumed is she in her sheer excitement for tomorrow that she misses the sound of footsteps coming from the alley to her right. She misses them right up until she is faced with a face that instantly has her stopping in her tracks with a scowl.

“And what the hell do you-“

At precisely 8:36pm, as Emma scratches her head in confusion as Henry continues tackling his homework, and as Snow and Charming make their way over to the sofa to cuddle and feed one another apple pie, and as Granny pops her head out from the kitchen to warn Ruby once more about chatting up patrons, Regina Mills feels a sharp prick in her neck before she is quickly and quietly bundled into the open van she’d missed as she made her way home. And her last thought before everything goes black is if anyone will even think to notice she’s gone.

#ouat #regina mills #once upon a time #ouat ff #ouat au #daggzandarrows

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imaseawitch · 1 year ago

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Regina Spentor sang The Calculation like at least 10 years ago but she absolutely nailed TikTok. Those home renovation girlies wouldn't even bleed if they laid their hearts out on their granite countertops.

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radio-charlie · 10 months ago

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Do you wanna be the Regina George to my Patrick Bateman. Our penthouse suite will have so many marble countertops for your nose to bleed on

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bratshaws · 2 years ago

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goodness gracious 48. brb x oc

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“So,” he begins watching Beatrice place the ornaments on her tree, which wasn’t that big it barely reached his chest, “Your aunt Martha and your father are twins.” she nods, smiling, ripping a box of christmas balls open and turning the small tree around to expose the other side, “And they are the oldest.”

“Yes, then you get my uncle Roberto, then my uncle Elia, my aunt Yvette and my aunt Regina, who’s the Bitch Trio’s mother.” she scoffs, shaking her head, “And my mom has my aunts Fabrizzia, Fernanda, Maria and my uncles Luis and Marcelo. So both sides have a lot of siblings.”

Rooster arched his eyebrows with wonder, trying to figure out how the hell was her childhood like since she had so many aunts and uncles. He doesn’t know how the subject of her family showed up, maybe it was because she was talking about how Christmas was the time they’d all spend together. He knew some people had a lot of relatives, but honestly, he never met one until Beatrice.

“That’s…a whole lot of people.” she nods while laughing, still arranging her ornaments and thanking him when he hands her another box, “Were they at the wedding? Your mother’s siblings I mean.”

“Some of them were.” Beatrice explains, “Some lived out of state and couldn’t come. They all know my paternal family from childhood, my parents grew up in the same street.” she smiles, adjusting herself on her knees so she’d get a higher branch “And my dad’s move, if you want to call it that, was during a basketball game against the girls from the neighborhood was to steal the ball from my mom’s hand. They started dating soon after.”

Bradley smiles seeing how her voice softened when speaking about her parents, he knows the feeling, he does get the same way talking about his own, “That’s really sweet.” he doesn’t know much about how his parents met, he didn’t ask his mother especially since it’d bring back painful memories, but Mav always said it was very sweet no matter what. So he accepted that instead of questioning her about it. “And they’ve been together ever since.”

“They have. I mean, they are both sixty-five so…” she counts on her fingers, muttering the numbers to herself, “Forty-eight years? If you count the time they started dating.”

“That’s a long time.”

“It is, my dad always said he knew they’d get married.” she smiles, shrugging her shoulders, “I always thought it was very romantic.” but before she could complete her sentence, she winced in pain, one of her hands touching her womb with a frown, “Ah, damn it.”

Rooster straightened immediately, “What’s wrong? Everything okay?”

“Yeah,I’m on my period.” she groaned, slowly pushing herself to her feet so she could walk to the kitchen, “My period cramps can be really strong sometimes. I’ll be fine, it’s just a matter of getting something warm.”

Ah, that explains why she was so tired yesterday when he came over and just fell asleep the second they got back from the Hard Deck. Bradley followed her into the kitchen, frowning when she just held her middle and pressed her forehead on the sink’s cool countertop, “What do you need? I can get it for you.”

“No,no, it’s okay.” she says quickly, “I can do it.”

But he wasn’t convinced, he just stepped closer to her, “Bea,” she groaned again, biting her lower lip, “Maybe you should lie down, I can make you some tea or whatever is it you need.” his girlfriend makes an annoyed noise “How bad is it?”

“It’s like a baby t-rex chewing my insides, Rooster.” her tone was a bit snappy, but he knew she wasn’t mad at him, she then whimpered, turning her body towards him and hugging his middle to which he reciprocated with his arms around her shoulders, “Having a uterus really sucks.” he chuffed out a soft laugh, biting his lip when she glowered up at him with her eyebrows low and lips furled down into a scowl, “Don’t laugh at my demise.”

He held his hands up defensively, “Sorry, sorry, you are right. I shouldn’t do that.” he then leaned down to pick her up by the back of her legs, which immediately wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, Beatrice sighing in relief when he did, “You okay?”

“You are very warm.” comes her muffled voice from his shoulder, pressing herself even tighter against him, “It helps.” well, if it helped he already knew what to do. He took the two of them to her living room and settled onto the couch, still holding her in his arms. Jolene’s sleeping form peeks one eye open when she feels movement in her favored furniture, but relaxes when she sees it’s her two favorite humans who sat down.

He wasn’t the type of guy who wouldn’t understand how painful these things are. His mother raised him to know, respect and understand what a period was. Rooster grew up knowing more than half the guys of his class just because his mother made sure it was something everyone should know. He knew some women had stronger flows to the point they had to go to the hospital, but he wasn’t sure if that was Beatrice’s case, she just seemed to be in a lot of pain but not enough that it was dangerous.

And if he could be her own heating pad, he wasn’t complaining.

Every now and again she’d moan out a soft complaint and hold herself closer to him, curling onto a ball against his chest as the cramps pulsated through her body but then she’d relax and sigh heavily, warming his skin when she did so. Bradley just kissed the top of her head, rubbed her lower back in slow circles knowing it could be helpful “That’s nice.” she mutters, turning her head to look at him from his shoulder.

He smiles, facing her with his hand still moving, “Good, I’m trying my best.” He says, “Is it helping?” she pauses a minute to think, her face scrunching in pain briefly but she nods, “Do you need me to do anything else?”

“No, just stay here.” she murmurs,tucking her arms between his chest and hers, breathing in his cologne deeply and easing out the breath through her lips “That’s good enough.”

“You sure?”

“Roos, I can’t really understand what you are asking me because I’m trying not to die. So please just, just stay there.”

Bradley couldn’t help the soft chuckle that made its way past his lips, but he kept his hands on her either way. He doesn’t know how long they stay there, just sitting on the couch listening to the sounds from outside and Jolene’s quiet breathing next to them. But Beatrice eventually relaxed completely, rubbing her face with both hands and breathing hard against her palms, dragging them down her face so her eyes could blink up at him, bleary and a bit unfocused.

His brown eyes soften once they meet gazes, tucking a few strands of brown hair behind her ear, “Hey, gorgeous.” she smiles sweetly, leaning into his palm when he cups her cheek, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m better, thank you.” comes her quiet reply as she gives him an apologetic look, “I’m sorry for snapping at you.” it wasn’t even that bad, he thought, but she thought she probably hurt his feelings by lashing out because of the pain.

“Bea, it’s okay. You are in pain and you don’t know how to deal with it.” he shrugs, “So you have some anger because of it. That’s fine?” she makes a quiet noise, furrowing her eyebrows with a look that clearly meant if he was really sure. Bradley tsks, leaning his lower back deeper into the couch and unwrapping her legs from his waist so she could sit sideways on his lap, “It’s fine, Bea. I promise, you didn’t hurt my feelings.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip, dropping her temple on his collarbone as she sighs, “Okay…if you are sure.”

“I’m more than sure.” he chuckles, kissing the top of her head, “You’d need to do a lot more for me to get upset at you. This isn’t something you plan, baby. You can’t plan when it’ll hurt a lot to the point you’ll get too angry and will tell someone to fuck off.” Beatrice giggles gently when he says it, making his chest swell with relief “So, you don’t have to worry. Okay?”

“Okay…” she replies, pressing her cheek to his collarbones, smiling sweetly as she plays with the buttons of his Hawaiian shirt, “You are so understanding.” she comments casually, “Not a lot of guys are.”

He purses his lips, rubbing his thumb on the outer side of her denim covered thigh,” Well, not a lot of guys were raised with a mom like mine.” he laughs, “She set me up for what I’d encounter when I got older, so, “ he finishes his explanation with a shrug, “It’s easier to understand.”

Beatrice looks up at him with hearts in her eyes, her cheeks reddening with a little smile forming over her lips as she stares at his face, not being able to contain how her chest warmed up whenever he spoke. How the hell did she get so lucky? Beatrice leans up to kiss his chin, right on top of the tiny scars he had there, making her way up to his lips, humming happily when they touched, “I still appreciate it.” she says sweetly, “It means a lot to me.”

He knew what she meant, he knew that the reason why she appreciated it so much was because she had a shitty ex who wouldn’t help her out. She never voiced it, but he knew - especially considering what he managed to find out about him- what that piece of shit had done to her before.

Speaking of which, he also explained to Shells that the red truck had nothing to do with Eric. She was very surprised and confused, as he was when he found out about it, but said that even if it wasn’t related to Eric it was still weird he was trying to win Beatrice over. Of course she used a more colorful language when referring to his antics, repeating she wanted to beat him up and that it was part of their deal.

He hoped that Eric wouldn't show up for a while,Damon said he’d be in the Bahamas or whatever was that he left, as long as he stayed away from Beatrice he’d be fine with it.

He helped her finish decorating her house, always close to her in case she felt too much pain or just needed a pause. He actually had a lot of fun and since he was taller than she was he could reach areas she had issues with, like above her doors and the windows on the loft.

Beatrice’s soft gasp and clasped hands as she looked around made his heart flutter with affection, she looked so happy, the complete opposite from a few minutes ago and even if she was in pain she didn’t seem to care, “Gosh, it looks!! So good Roos!” she claps her hands excitedly, “Oh I’m so, so happy! Thank you for helping me!”

Bradley just smiles, approaching her from behind to hug her waist, kissing her cheekbone with a soft smack “Anytime, gorgeous. I’m happy I could help.” she’s gently touching her Christmas tree, watching the transparent ornament with the rooster inside move after she nudged it. She leans into his embrace when he drops his chin to her shoulder, moving some hair out of the way so he could kiss her lavender scented neck.

“You did more than you know.” she smiles, turning her head to meet his lips halfway, pulling back when he tries to deepen it, stepping away from his grasp so she could walk back to the kitchen, “Stop looking at my ass.” she calls without turning back, but her boyfriend indeed was looking without any remorse.

“It’s not my fault it’s so nice.” he tries to explain, leaning on the kitchen’s door frame with his hands in his pockets, biting his lower lip with his eyes following her movements around the kitchen, “And just out there for me to look.” Beatrice’s eyes narrow in his direction but her smile is still present as she warms water in her electric kettle, grabbing a tea bag from the cabinet.

Beatrice shakes her head amusedly, smiling more when his arms return around her waist and he watches with interest as she prepares her tea, “You are terrible.” she says softly, “But I guess that’s why I love you.”

He grins, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, then another to her cheek, “I thought it was because of my breathtaking good looks.” oh he’d never let that live down would he? Beatrice laughs quietly, trying to ignore him the best she could but he was never one to be easily ignored, no matter what, “Or was it something else?”

“I think…I don’t know,” she shrugs, “You are really handsome, and musically talented…but I don’t know, I really liked how you were with your friends I guess. I really liked your smile the first time I saw it.” Beatrice’s cheeks return to it’s usual crimson color as she remembers the scene of him showing up and hugging Payback with a laugh leaving his lips, “And I don’t know, everything else that came after…I really like your hands too.”

“My hands?” she nods, grabbing the said limbs from around her to hold them up, running her fingers on the back of his hands, following the tendons until it reached his wrists.

“They are very nice.” she says, still drawing random lines on his skin, “And I l-like how um…” she placed her hand on top of his, the size comparison was enough to make her whole body shudder “H-How….. big…..they are.” she said the word so silently he almost didn’t hear her. But he did and he couldn’t help the smirk forming over his lips.

The said big hands returned to her waist, following the tapered part down the flare of her hips, squeezing the meaty part there enough to make her squeak, “Do you?” Beatrice nods mutely, chewing her lower lip with her face red, “That’s news to me.” but he wasn’t mad about it, not at all, this new information could be very useful in the future even more than it already was. The brunette just busies herself in pouring the hot water inside her mug instead of her boyfriend’s known teasing nature. “What else is it that you like about me? I’m so curious now.”

Bea scoffs with a grin, rolling her eyes, “You already know I like everything else about you.”

“Yes, but be specific.” he smiles, “If you could.”

She looks towards him over her shoulder, squinting her eyes playfully at his boyish smirk and amused face, sighing in defeat, “Well…I like your eyes too. And…your neck.” her green irises drop to the column of his throat that was never hidden from her hungry eyes “I really like your neck.”

He was reminded of their first time when she bit his trapezius, the perfect indentations of her teeth were deep on his skin. Clearly not enough to break it, but the bruise stayed there for a good month before it disappeared for real and God it was such a nice souvenir to have when he was gone. Bradley makes a sound deep in his throat, pressing little kisses to her jawline, “Hmm, yeah,I remember it.” he chuckles, nosing the curve of her neck “Anythin’ else? I’m all ears.”

“You are a menace no matter where I look at ,Bradley.” she giggles softly, earning a laugh from him as well and another series of quick kisses to her jawline.

“Do you want to know what’s my favorite part about you?”

“My ass?”

“That too, but,” he taps her ass cheek gently, “I really love your eyes.” The said eyes turn to look at him, long thick lashes fluttering when she blinks, “Yeah, “he whistles low, “Look at those emeralds.” Beatrice gasps out a laugh, repeating the word as if she couldn’t believe it, her cheeks turning into a deeper shade of red than before. “I meant it when I said all you had to do was look at me and I was a goner.”

Beatrice’s gaze mellowed when he spoke, her heart fluttering with butterflies like always, “...yeah I remember.” she whispers, thumbing her mug’s ring over and over as she looks down at her tea, “No one…ever called them that, you know? Emeralds. They always said they were pretty or…” she shrugs “I don’t know it’s…it’s really nice to hear.”

Bradley’s smile softens and he hugs her closer to his chest, closing his eyes as he buries his nose on her neck, “I have a lot of these saved, just for you gorgeous.” he mutters against her skin. He meant that too, if he could tell her all the compliments he had saved up for her he’d never stop talking. Beatrice was sweet, so incredibly sweet and it hurt him to know she hasn’t been complimented or shown that sort of affection before, he knows sometimes she feels awkward when receiving them, her blush is stronger and she tries to play it off but she needs to hear how truthfully beautiful she is.

He waits for her to take a sip from her tea then set the mug back down, “Alright, now.” he picks her up bridal style without warning, making Bea squeak out a yelp of surprise, holding herself up by hugging his neck, “Grab your mug,” he leans close enough for her to get it while still smiling, “And we are going to watch some more Drag Race, how’s that?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Beatrice was surprised when she saw Evelyn’s tall frame walking inside the Hard Deck, casually, hands in her jacket’s pockets as she strolled in with her face in a neutral mask, “Ev?” the other woman smiles, lifting her hand in a greeting, “Well, that’s a surprise! What are you doing here?”

Evelyn settles herself on the stool in front of the bar with a soft sigh, then interlaces her fingers on the bartop, “Was in the neighborhood.” she says, giving Penny a nod as a greeting. Beatrice stares at her while she’s wiping a glass, then back to where Rooster and the others were sitting, Jake hasn’t noticed her yet - if he did he played it off really well.

“Yeah?” the brunette smiles, grabbing a water bottle for her friend who immediately opened it to take a sip,”It’s just you’ve been coming…a lot, you know? Shells told me you’ve showed up…um a lot more than you usually would, which was…never.” her friend just sipped her water in response, not answering. Beatrice could see it, even if Evelyn didn’t, that the sudden interest of her coming to the Hard Deck had anything to do with the atmosphere or how she was ‘in the neighborhood’ as she said.

It was all about Jake and herself. And Beatrice’s romantic little heart couldn’t handle how happy she was for her friend. She hoped really hard that whatever this thing with Jake that was currently being developed worked, because he really seems to like her and Evelyn, even in her cool façade, seemed to like him too even if it was a little bit.

“Actually, there’s a reason I came here.” Evelyn says when Shells approaches the bar top, setting the tray down so Beatrice could place the glasses, “We wanna go to the Shootout tomorrow.”

Shootout was a paintball arena close to Northride and one of their favorite pastimes during the weekends if the volleyball practices weren’t available. It was probably the wildes, craziest fun any of them had together, not to mention that the Shootdown was close to The Den so that meant they’d always leave and have a snack before going back to the dorms.

And they would be open until nine pm during weekends.

“Oh, I’m in!”Shells says with a huge smile, bouncing on the spot, “Are you kidding me? How long has it been since we went to Shootout?”

“They were expanding the arena during our final year,” Beatrice adds, “It seems super fun.Is everyone going?” Evelyn nods and Bea looks back at Shells with a little smile, “I’m in too. I’ll just have to talk to Roos about it.”

Shells looks back at the officers, jutting her thumb in their direction, “They could join us,” she suggests, ‘Hey the more the fucking merrier, right? Plus it’ll be amazing to have so many people in a team.”

Beatrice hasn’t considered it, but thinking about it it really seems like a cool idea, she turned her head towards Evelyn to check her reaction and her friend just seemed…neutral. No anger nor surprise, just a neutral cool façade as she took in the news and then she nodded. Wow, she must really be liking Jake because she wouldn’t say yes otherwise. Bea bites her lower lip, letting Shells know she’d tell them she had to take their drinks there anyway.

Once she walks out from behind the bar, Rooster immediately perks up, “Hi,” he coos as she walks past him, his body leaning closer as he holds on the pool cue, trying to follow her with his head, “Aren’t you a sight to sore eyes?”

Beatrice just gives him an eyeroll before giving everyone else their drinks, completely ignoring his antics the best she could, “Evelyn is here,” Jake’s head immediately turned to the bar counter where she was, sipping her water and talking to Penny, “She invited us to go to the Shootout, are any of you interested?”

It was Fanboy who answered, his eyes widening, “Wait, the paintball arena?!” Beatrice nods, smiling at the pilot’s enthusiasm, “I’ve always wanted to go there!” Soon enough it’s a cacophony of supportive answers and positive reactions, they all were game to join. Beatrice sent Shells a smile and a nod, to which the blonde pumped her fist in the air with triumph.

“I’ll let you guys know what time we plan on going,” she says grinning, “It’ll be a lot of fun.”

When the brunette turned to Bradley, who was still looking at her with his eyes low and mouth curved into a little smirk, putting the cue away to follow her back to the bar, “Those pants should be illegal.” she hears him say, quiet enough that only they could hear and Beatrice rolls her eyes again, setting the tray down the bar top.

“If they were that means I’d never wear them again, is that what you want?” she asks casually, but seeing how he just dropped his eyes down the length of her legs she already got her answer. She chuckles, walking around the bar as Rooster sits down in the usual stool he always chose when he wanted to be closer to Beatrice, Shells and Evelyn talking not too far from them.

“So, when were you going to tell me,” he begins, leaning on a hand, “That you liked paintball?”

Beatrice laughs, fixing the bun on top of her head with a shrug, “Oh,I don’t know, I guess it slipped my mind, you know?” he hums, not believing, “I mean, it’ll be fun, we all will have a lot of fun there. And then we can go to The Den, you guys will love it there. It’s the food joint I told you about, it’s right in front of our college.”

Bradley arches his eyebrows, “Really? I didn’t know that.” he was curious now, he had only seen her college’s colors at the game, and the obvious hyena mascot, but he had never seen the actual college itself. Plus, Beatrice seemed very excited, why wouldn’t he be excited too, “So…” he looks around the bar conspicuously, leaning on his forearms, “Shall we make another prize ticket, gorgeous? I could be wrong but I don’t think you’ve used yours yet.”

His girlfriend stilled momentarily but she bit back her smile the best she could, “I’m saving it up.” she explains with a shrug, “Plus what if I win again? Would it be fair to have two tickets in my power?”

He chuckles, dragging his eyes down her body with a soft whistle leaving his lips, “Maybe I’ll win this time.” he says, shrugging, “Make it a bit interesting you know?...but I won’t use it now, I know you are,” he makes a gesture with his hands, referring to her obvious cramps “But I can save it up, just like you are.”

Beatrice’s eyes soften and her smile widens, “You are too sweet, thank you Roos.” he smiles back, his cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit,”But…I’ll think about it, you know? We'll see how it goes tomorrow.” she explains while filling a glass and handing it to Penny who walks out from behind the counter leaving her and Shells to take care of it.

He leans on a fist, following Beatrice with his eyes as she moves about, “It’s just because I still have that idea,” he taps his temple, “Deep within you know? Can’t get it out of my head…I can give you a hint if you’d like, maybe it’ll make you think that winning isn’t that important–”

“Bradley Bradshaw,” she says quietly, feigning offense, “You will not bribe me with whatever it is you are planning, we’ll have to do this the old way, following the rules.”

Evelyn and Shells watch the scene from the other side of the bar, smiling at the interaction with the blonde shaking her head, “God, they are disgusting.” she chuckles, “...but she looks so happy.”

“She does.” Evelyn smiles, her eyes traveling from the couple to a known Texan pilot who was already looking her way, which makes the black haired woman snatch her eyes back in a panic. But Shells sees it and she just smirks down at her.

“You know, you can come up with a lot of excuses as to why you are suddenly interested in coming to this Navy bar,” Shells begins, grabbing another water bottle for Evelyn, “But I know that you know that I know, that it’s because of Hangman.”

Evelyn freezes up, her brown eyes narrowing menacingly towards her friend who looked like the cat who just ate the canary. She parts her lips but nothing comes out, which makes Shells look so infuriatingly pleased that Evelyn feels even more annoyed, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, come on Simpson, admit it,” she grins, leaning on a fist, “You like him.” Evelyn’s eyes widened again, panic returning as she stares up at the blonde woman, the hold on the water bottle so tight the plastic creaks under her grasp, “Or better yet, let’s make it interesting…we’ll both be in the same team tomorrow but the first one that reaches twenty hit points against the opposite team gets to snatch an answer from the other.”

“What would I even know about you?” Evelyn asks, narrowing her eyes when Shells shrugs.

“I don’t know, I have some skeletons in my closet that not even my aunt knows about.” she holds out her hand wiggling her fingers, “Come on Simpson, is that fear in your eyes? Huh?” Evelyn looks from her hand to her face, jaw moving as she considers it before she sighs heavily and clasps it tightly, holding it for a few seconds then letting it go.

“Deal.” Evelyn mutters, “Best of three rounds?”

Shells smirk only widens, “Best of three.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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rebeccawritesbooks · 3 years ago

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For any fandom! “It’s 3 AM, what’s going on in here?”“Okay, so. We’re out of bread but I really, really wanted a sandwich and all the stores are closed and I looked up a few recipes but I got really into it so now I may have made like eight different kinds and it’s too late to stop now.”

Thank you so much for this prompt! i really enjoyed writing this, I hope you enjoy this too!

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Regina's work week had been a living nightmare. She'd had one meeting after another, so when she awoke at 3 a.m. on a Saturday to find her wife banging all the pots and pans in the kitchen, she was furious. She couldn't wait to hear the reason, especially since Emma was aware of Regina's need for rest. Regina forced herself out of bed and padded down the hall and down the steps until she reached the kitchen doorway. Regina couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Emma, who was wearing her Winnie the Pooh Pajamas and a white chef's hat on top of her head, while flour was all over the place, practically every surface, the floor, the stovetop, and even all over Emma.

Regina watched as she struggled to rouse herself a bit more before declaring herself. Regina was still trying to figure out what her wife had been doing as she was amused watching the blonde rush around the kitchen like a headless chicken, before long the timer on the stove went off, Emma raced over, opening the lid and bringing out a tray...it contained a loaf of bread. Regina was utterly perplexed. Emma had been preparing bread at 3 a.m., had she gone insane?

“Shit.” Emma smiled as she gazed at the freshly baked, golden, crusty loaf of bread. “Pure beauty.” Emma uttered this with a chef's kiss motion, coming from her fingers and lips and into the air. Emma removed her chef's hat and tossed it onto the counter, close to the loaf of bread that she had now put on a metal rack to cool.

Regina drew attention to herself by coughing loudly.

Emma flinched when she saw her irritated wife standing in the kitchen doorway. "Oh, hello!" Emma made an attempt with a smile.

"'Oh, hello?'" Regina mimicked. "It is three o'clock in the morning! What exactly is going on here?" Regina exclaimed as she entered the kitchen and stepped onto the chilly, flour-strewn floor.

"All right, so hear me out... We have no bread, but I really, really wanted a sandwich, and all the stores were closed, so I looked up a few recipes, but I got really into it, and now I think I've made eight different varieties, and it's too late to turn back now."

Regina listened with a pleased expression on her face. "Where is the other bread that you have made th-oh." Regina noticed the eight other loaves of bread on the far side of the kitchen, resting on a flour-covered countertop, which appeared to be nothing more than a pile of flour. Regina couldn't help but snicker as she approached, "At least we know how much of a human garbage disposal you are, this bread will be gone in two weeks, if not I'm sure Granny could always use some." Regina murmured as she wiped the flour off Emma's face and kissed her fresh bread-scented brow. "Are we finished with the bread for tonight?"

Looking around at all the bread, Emma grumbled, tired. "Perhaps we could send one off to Henry at college?"

"Or, since he'll be home for the weekend, we could just give him a loaf." Regina grinned, her weary arms wrapped over her blonde wife's shoulders. "Are we done with this bread-making hyperfocus of yours yet?"

"Yeah, I believe so -" "To be honest, I'm wrecked, and I know you are too; I'll tidy this up in the morning, okay?" Emma asked.

"All right, as long as it's done before Henry arrives home." Regina chuckled as they walked back up to bed, connecting arms with her wife after turning off the stove.

Regina promptly rushed back under the covers, but she stopped Emma before she could even go back under the covers. "Certainly not."

“What?” Emma raised her eyebrows.

"I am not going to sleep next to a sack of flour."

"OK, you're being a little theatrical, darling; I'm not a sack of flour, maybe a little dusty."

“Emma I could rename you Casper the Friendly fucking Ghost. Now go wash the flour off."

"Ugh, okay." Emma sounded like a frustrated child as she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and soon Emma emerged wearing a fresh set of pyjamas that she had brought in with her. “Happy?”

“Very. Now we can both sleep peacefully."

Emma shook her head, with a bright grin before sliding into Regina's arms beneath the covers.

#swanqueen fanfiction #emma swan #emma swanmills #regina mills #regina swanmills #emma x regina #regina x emma #swanqueen

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1kook · 4 years ago

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a netflix & chill drabble this follows directly after disney+ and bust !

summary; Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same. warnings; none unless u count yn bullying him as one miscellaneous; yn is regina george thats it word count; 1.3k

notes; u guys may be like “u feed us so well!” wrong i obsessively post bc I'm never satisfied with my work, like in d&b i really disliked the lack of resolution so here i am writing one the day after god bless lmk what u think xxxx

Because Jungkook is Jungkook and cannot go three minutes without profusely professing his feelings to you, the apology gets old real quick.

“I’m sorry, y’know,” he says in the middle of dinner, idly picking at his plate. It��s Chinese tonight, sprawled across the kitchen counter that overlooks your living room. The Bee Movie is playing on TV, a movie you hadn’t seen in years yet still managed to put a smile on your face. But you know what wasn’t putting a smile on your face? Jungkook ruining this movie experience with his fourth apology of the night.

You nod through a mouthful of rice, eyes zeroed in on the screen. “Uh huh,” you hum, foot idly bumping against the leg of your chair every few seconds. “That’s great, honey.”

He sighs. “I’m being serious,” he stresses. “I think, maybe you should like…” a long pause you use to shovel more food into your mouth while the bees on screen go to human court. It was a wild ride. Were they on crack when they pitched this idea? You would have been. “Punch me in the face or something,” he offers after a moment.

You quirk a brow in his direction, finally abandoning the film on screen in favor of turning to face him. “You want me to use you as a punching bag to help you get over your hurt feelings that you developed from being an asshole to me.” Jungkook nods. You shrug. “Okay.”

“Wait, really?” he says, face paling as you roll your shoulder around. “You’re gonna hit me? Like for real?” You raise your brows, as if that’s obviously what you’re going to do.

“Well, you asked for it,” you respond, giving your wrist one final flick before rearing it back. His eyes flutter shut tightly, pouty lips pursed together in a thin line. Your fist comes barreling, ripping through the air in an insane, Fortune 500-like speed, and then—

“No,” Jungkook groans, touching the spot where you lightly flicked his forehead. His bangs saved him from most of the impact, but even without it, it was barely more than a teasing poke of your finger against his skin. “You need to like, beat me up.”

You snort, turning your attention back to the screen. “You know, you’re beginning to sound a lot like me these days, Jungkookie,” you point out, fork scraping across the plate. Jungkook sighs, dropping his head onto the countertop in defeat. “Very childish.”

He lightly bangs his head across the faux marble, a strained whimper filling the air and ruining The Bee Movie. “Which is why you need to hit me or something, I don’t know. Make me pay for how horrible I was to you the other day.”

“I’m not gonna hit you,” you say, “because that would mean the next time you get mad at me, you’d hit me.”

“I would never!” he exclaims, eyes wide and round. Gone was the perfectly put together Jungkook, in was this sloppy mess of emotions. “Besides,” he says softly, cheeks a warm rosy color as he goes back to picking at his food, “you’d never wrong me like I did you.”

You hum, toying with the fork in your mouth. “Really,” you murmur, dropping the fork back on the table. You place your chin in your palm, lazily watching the movie now that you’ve missed a pivotal scene because Jungkook wanted you to beat him up. “I used your toothbrush the other day,” you mention.

Silence.

“You what?” he squawks indignantly. You glance at him from your peripherals. There’s an obvious expression of disgust on his features, eyes flickering from side to side as he digests this information. “Babe—that’s, that’s actually really…” He can’t even finish his sentence, mouth opening and closing as he finally seems to process the fact your mouth germs were on his beloved toothbrush.

“Yup,” you add. “Hope you don’t mind,” you babble on, “well, I mean, you really shouldn’t.” You glance at him, the mean streak in you crooning loudly in your ear the more and more uncomfortable he grows. “Considering you’re always spitting in my mouth.”

As wild as you and Jungkook liked to get in bed, what happened in bed mostly stayed in bed. It sounds gross to say it aloud, but he really has just been casually spitting in your mouth for the past few months. He was a dirty boy, and that fact makes him squirm.

“No, that’s different,” he frowns, obviously distraught by the valid point you bring to the table. “My toothbrush is my toothbrush.”

“I know,” you agree, nudging his foot teasingly. “Should I tell you about all the other mean stuff I do to your things that I never say sorry for?” He turns those frantic eyes on you.

“You’re lying,” he says, though there’s a question embedded within. You tilt your head to the side, as if to say, am I?.

When he doesn’t say anything more, you jump into a full novel recapture of every mean thing you’ve done and why. “And one time I was so pissed off that you finished my strawberry shampoo that I went to your house and drained the water from that stupid cactus’s pot. You know, the one Namjoon gave you?” Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes. “Why do you think it died so fast? I killed it.”

Before he can reprimand you for purposefully orchestrating the murder of his favorite senpai’s potted cactus, you’re intercepting him with yet another tale. “And another time, I was so sick of you polishing your awards all day that I went in and sprinkled a layer of adhesive pixie dust on them from the craft store, and I know it still bothers you to this day.”

“Jeez,” he sighs after a good ten parables. “It sounds like I piss you off a lot more than I think I do.”

You pat his shoulder gently, scraping the remnants of his meal into the trash can. “Yeah, but the difference is,” you say, finding your place beside him again. You don’t climb into your chair, just hover beside him until he’s begrudgingly wrapping his arms around your waist. There’s a cute pout on him, face squished against your boobs. “I routinely let out all my raging hatred against you instead of bottling it up.”

“Yeah,” he agrees sadly. “I guess so.”

Before you can let him off believing this much is fine, you intervene once more. “And also I never purposefully pick out everything you’re insecure about.”

“I didn’t know,” he cries, all traces of that suave gentlemen you love so much gone. But it’s okay, because in his place was this vulnerable puppy looking at you with the eyes of every rescue pop in those dramatic commercials on tv. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same.

“Well, now you do,” you reprimand, giving his nose a playful pinch that almost makes him sneeze. “And I think it’s only fair I get a turn.”

He pushes away from his hiding spot in your boobs with a frown. “So you won’t physically attack me, but you will verbally attack me.”

“Yes,” you respond without missing a beat. “Because you’re easy to bully and it’s probably because of the fact you didn’t have many friends in high school, which essentially made you the class loner, thus an easy target. Explains why Namjoon had to set you up on a date with someone as amazing and outgoing as me, otherwise you would have died forever alone because of your inability to talk to women and the fact you have an awfully picky personality that can be overwhelming at times. So thank me once in a while, yeah?” you smile.

Jungkook blinks. “I think I might cry,” he admits.

You cup his cheeks in your hands, puckering his lips obnoxiously for you to smooch. “Baby, you’re dating a retired Regina George. Y’gotta tighten up a bit,” you tease, relish in the tiny smile he tries to hide after your kisses.

“So is this going to be like a thing now?” he asks as you tug him over to the couch, where The Bee Movie is still playing loud and clear. He plops down and you follow, snuggling into his side. “Because I don’t think I can ever do that again. Hurting your feelings hurts my feelings.”

You snort, taking in his smell and his warmth beside you. Jungkook sinks into the cushions, pulling you close into his chest until the soft beats of his heart echo in your ears. “No— unless you want it to be?”

#goldenclosetnet #ksmutclub #bangtanhq #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #this is mostly just a very needed resolution for me lol #mine

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5 - Dagger Quest

Part 6

His Golden Princess

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Removing the hairpin from my braid I entered it into the door of Mr. Gold's pawnshop. It's literally six in the morning but I can't sleep. Rumplestiltskin's words have been bouncing around in my head since yesterday at the sheriff's station. The tumble to the door clicked, unlocking it where I pushed it open. I am grateful there isn't an alarm going off like it would at the convent store down the road. Closing the door behind me I turned the flashlight on with my phone searching around. The wooden floor creaks under my boots when I start opening cabinets, finding old maps and other things but not what I'm looking for. Going around the glass counters I opened the regenerate finding no different keys. Then an idea popped into my head eyeing the large painting on the wall. Reaching up I start pulling on it feeling it open to the side until someone suddenly spoke making me shriek. "I never thought you'd be someone to break in and steal, Astrid Swan." Whipping my head around I stumbled into the wall knocking one of the smallest paintings off the wall crashing to the ground.

Mr. Gold stands in the darkness but I could tell it was him by how his figure looks in the light being provided by the opened door. He rests his left hand on his cane for balance while I stay pressed against the wall. He walked over to the wall flipping the lights switch so we aren't in the darkness anymore. He closes the front door making the little bell make a sound waiting for me to say anything back as a response. "You know if you were interested in something you could have just waited until opening hours. Perhaps you should go home and get some rest-" I cut him off playing with the end of my braid falling over my right shoulder. "I won't do that!" Gold knitted his brows together almost like I was challenging him. "I can't do that, Gold. If I close my eyes all I hear are the voices of someone - Rumplestiltskin inside my head. And I've tried to block him - but all I see is you." He puts a hand over his head questioning me. "Me, lass I'm afraid I don't understand." I raise my index finger with the tone in my voice towards the man. "Don't do that. Don't act like I am crazy like everyone else. I refuse to be put in a nuthouse over this - I need the truth - I need to know everything!"

"Astrid dear, what exactly are you looking for from me?" Gold questions stepping up to me where we are almost pressed against the other. I had moved away from the wall wrapping my arms around myself leaning against the glass counter. "I am looking for someone to trust what I am saying…someone who isn't a ten year old. Even though I love the kid. I - I need to know who you really are. Like are you actually what Regina called you - are you really Rumplestiltskin?" Gold's eyes drifted down to mine walking around me and the countertop. He moves the painting showing me a locked safe. Turning around I stand close to his back asking. "So you really are hiding something from me?" He turned the dial unlocking it to reveal a map and a chipped tea cup. He closes it back, turning to face me. "If you want to know me then I'll show you where I buried it. It's hidden near an abandoned cabin in the woods." We started exiting the shop strolling down mainstreet like we weren't on a mission to find a dagger. "So if you want someone to trust you're not going crazy. May I ask in your dreams if you fell for this Rumplestiltskin's supposed good looks, hmm?"

Running a hand through my hair I tilt my head to the ground blushing like a tomato. Gold eyes me with a slight smirk playing on his lips. "I um - I mean possibly. I've never had a real relationship…" He nodded nudging me in the arm when we finally reached the woods outside of the buildings. "If we're speaking in fantasy terms. Would you want to ever go on a date with me?" Throwing my head back I covered my mouth with my hand. "Oh my God. I forgot I've never taken you up on your Granny's offer." He sent me a wink when I turned my head in his direction. "I mean I'm not Prince Charming in Henry's supposed book but I think we could have a good time." I smiled blushing again at the fact my father could possibly be Prince Charming like Henry says. Gold finally stopped walking past the cabin, starting to dig with the shovel until I took it from him. Digging the rest of the way he held up a hand picking up an object rolled up. "Astrid, I just want you to know my feelings for you won't change. Even if yours does at this moment." Stomping the end of the shovel into the dirt I watched him unrolling something and a shiver ran down my spine. Gold or should I say Rumple indeed held in his hands the dagger. Dropping the shovel I picked up the knife slowly avoiding his gaze all together while I expected the blade in my hands. The name Rumplestiltskin staring straight at me where I gulped feeling awkward but not afraid around the man near me now. "So…do I call you Gold still or Rumplestiltskin now?"

Gold or Rumple chuckled, flashing me a nervous smile seeing me holding the dagger loosely in my left hand. "You can call whatever you like, princess Astrid. But let's stick to Mr. Gold in public shall we." Something pulled at my heart hearing him call me Princess Astrid instead of just Astrid. I lower the weapon back down on the roll, striding up to him slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. "In my dreams you almost kissed me. Normally I would listen to my sister's warning and not fall down the path to something that seems crazy at the moment. But not anymore, her fight is with Regina. And mine…is well with myself." He nodded, eyeing me with confusion as to why I haven't left already. Henry described him as being worse then Regina but I can't put my finger on that being true. "So what is it going to be, lass. Going or staying?" Gold/Rumple asked, holding back a smile that you might stay. "Kiss me and let's find out our fate." I blurted out leaning up on my toes and he leaned down giving me a kiss. I smile enjoying the feeling but I felt him smiling into it too. He broke the kiss tucking hair behind my ear, beginning to bury the dagger back. "My sister's never gonna believe this…not only did I just kiss you and you were my first. But that - the curse is real." I bend my arms above my head, smiling in shock. "Don't worry, love. We'll take care of the curse…together." He smiled intertwining my hand with his where Iet him escort me to Mary Margaret's. Neither Gold or you knew that Regina had someone watching you from the road. "You were right. She's with him." Regina replied through the phone. "Good. Then you know what to do. Take care of the Swan girls."

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