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mggpleasedontlookhere · 5 years ago

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dandelions

request: if you vibe with it Spencer X Reader lowkey songfic for Dandelions by Ruth B. Spencer is recovering from Cat traumatizing him and the Reader is a baby tech analyst for the BAU. The Reader learns Spencer believes that he’ll never find true love, and so the Reader pretty much corners him in the techy bat cave and makes him dance with her (to the song). Ends with a semi established relationship and Reader let’s Spencer know she’ll love him when he’s ready. :) ❤️

so before we embark on this story, I just want to let you all know that i’m only up to season 4 of CM, but because of tik tok, i know most of the spoilers already, but i’ll try my absolute best

word count: 2,167 reading time aprox: 8 mins

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It was a leisurely night at the BAU, the usual fleeting agents that roamed around the bullpen causing an uproar of commotion was replaced by a serene environment that was inhibited by a few individuals. It was around the time of the holidays meaning most of the agents had either went home to their loved ones or went to the bars to their loved ones, also known as 5-6 vodka shots with a beer on the side.

The lights began to dim at the office indicating it was close to midnight. My eyes had accustomed to the sudden change of brightness due to the simple fact that Penelope’s office was just a technically advanced bat cave littered with eclectic trinkets from thrift shops.

I could remember stepping into Penelope’s office expecting an immaculate high tech lair, only to discover a physical representation of Pen’s psyche splattered in all the crevices of the dark room. Apprenticing for Garcia had been the best decision I’ve made considering that my original disposition was to work in counter terrorism where there wasn’t an unorthodox and silly tech goddess. Not only that, but the BAU team had become more than family to me, taking into account that my biological family had abandoned me when I was young.

I grew up with a developed resentment against love knowing that people will always abandon you in the end. Despite my childhood, ever since I’ve joined the team, all that contempt dissipated transforming into nothing but genuine love for the people around me.

And sometimes I held a little bit of extra love for definitive individuals.

I was closing up a few files on Pen’s computer, rewriting the encryptions on her documents to secure her confidentiality when I peered out into the bullpen, a forlorn and solitary silhouette crouched into a seat came to view. The chair swaying side to side in combination with the lackluster lights made it particularly burdensome to identify the figure. The bullpen had emptied out, leaving the creature to it’s lonesome, adding to the ambiguity of the atmosphere.

It was only when JJ approached the cryptic individual that it had clicked in my head. Spencer’s hair popped into view as JJ adjusted his desk lamp to give off more light. She had her bag and jacket hanging on her left arm signaling her departure from the office. She conversed with Spencer offering him a cup of coffee which he politely declined with a tight lipped smile. With this response, she patted his shoulder motherly and made her way to bureau’s glass doors.

The sounds of the rubber stopper hitting the frame of the door indicated that JJ had completely left, leaving the bullpen with the inhabitants of me and Spencer. Although I don’t think he’s acknowledged my occupancy in Pen’s office as he let out a disgruntled sigh, dragging his hands over his perturbed visage.

In the attempt to leave him to his aloofness, I resorted back to my tasks at hand on Pen’s computer, yet an almost incoherent sniffle echoed throughout the office, catching my ears off-guard.

I reverted my attention to Spencer once again, watching him pull at his hair while briskly wiping away the dampness that had formed on his face.

I felt a hefty tug at my heartstrings, feeling as if my chest cavity began to collapse in on it’s self. My esophagus congealed to the sounds of anguish that emitted past Spencer’s lips, feeling destitute as the boy became his own source of self reproach.

My thoughts fought each other for the custody of my actions, contesting the ideas of soothing the boy or leaving him to his own. It was quite a delicate matter to approach considering the topics that had led him to spiral.

Spencer Reid had only cared about one thing in the world: his mother and with the recent allegations with Cat Adams resurfacing, he’s been nothing but a ball of disquietude. His intelligence was the only wall that he’d build around himself that protected his unconscious mind from blemishing the utopian reality he had constructed in his conscious mind. It had been the barrier between his internal chaos and serendipity.

Who knew one woman would be able to decimate the very thing he fabricated since his youth.

After a few revelations, I became determined to release Spencer of the abhorrent thoughts his mind must of been swarmed in. Messing with bureau’s network, I connected to speakers that were planted in the bullpen that were utilized for broadcasts.

I leaned over Penelope’s set up, grabbing the mic she hid behind her monitors and connected it wirelessly to the speaker. This ended up emitting a loud echo of feedback that resonated throughout the office, hence catching Spencer’s attention to the ceiling. He looked bewildered at the sudden blare, but settled down as the sound of my voice flooded the room.

“Dr. Spencer Reid, please report to your nearest tech analyst. Again, Dr. Spencer Reid please report to your tech analyst” I announced, earning a wholesome smile from Spencer as he directed his attention to the office. He waved at me through the open door, chuckling while he stood up to press the wrinkles that had formed on his blazer.

My heart swelled, growing exponentially vast as his demeanor changed to a more merry disposition. I could already feel the apprehensive twinges begin to appear at my wrists and the ever-growing grin plant itself on my lips.

Once he arrived at the door frame, he let out an inaudible welcome as I grabbed an extra office chair for him to sit on.

“Long day?” I inquired, reclaiming my spot in my own chair. He leaned back on the spine of the seat, letting out a reluctant chuckle that held more gravity than he wanted to reveal.

“You have no idea” He replied with a frigid smile. He fidgeted with the tips of his fingers while he gazed at the floor below him.

“I was 14″ I stated, earning an inquisitive reaction from Spencer. “I was 14 when I decided to reject any form of aid, affection, or remorse from anyone who even came close to knowing me” I admitted, watching his face contort into vulnerability as if my words hit a weak spot in his barricade. “I told myself of the cold reality of the world and that no amount of consolation or love would change that”. I pulled my seat closer to Spencer, making our interaction a bit more intimate and fervent. “That wasn’t until I met you-” I confessed, now acquiring his full undivided regard. “-an-and the team. You guys proved me wrong and convinced me otherwise of my radical theories” I continued.

I searched for empathy in his eyes, but was met with a distant and doleful gaze while he sucked in his lips as it began to quiver. He took in a sharp breath, maintaining a adamant composure.

“Spencer, I know it’s been difficult and I’m sorry I can never understand the hardships you must be going through. But, I need you to realize that there are so many people who consider you one of the best parts of their lives” I professed, laying a tender palm on his knee. “That’s including me, you’ve been nothing but the best little genius I’ve had the privilege to be around, even with your constant rambling”. We both laughed at this statement, meeting each other’s gazes as if we were studying each other. “You need to let us in once and while. I don’t like seeing you get down on yourself for things that are normal to feel”

Spencer laid a warm hand on top of my own, squeezing it in acknowledgment before laying his head low once again. “I-i don’t think” He began, pausing in between his phrases to find the right words to articulate. “I don’t think I can ever find true love” He confided, running his fingers through the tangled bits of hair. “After Maeve, Cat, and now my mom, it seems like everything I ever try to love gets ripped out of my hands” He explained.

With an idea in mind, I scooted away from him and to the computer that was still connected to the bureau’s sound system. I logged onto my Spotify account and began to play Dandelions by Ruth B. The mellow melody streamed throughout the entire room, engulfing the both of us in the beginning verse of the song.

Maybe it's the way you say my name Maybe it's the way you play your game But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

“How about I get your mind off of it for a little while?” I offered, laying my hand out for him to grab.

“No, no Y/N. I’m not much of a dancer” He dismissed, shaking his head.

“Come on now doctor” I giggled, pulling at his fingers to join me. “You may not have a PhD in dance, but I’m pretty sure you can calculate the terminal velocity of how you drop that ass” I joked, intertwining our hands as he finally conceded to my antics.

“Oh god Y/N, I’ll dance with you if you never say that again” He placed a supple hand on the indents of my waist while he centered his feet to match mine.

After configuring himself, he looked down at me, really emphasizing the height difference between us. “Now was that so bad?” I teased, a toothy grin making it’s appearance on my face. The warmth that was radiating from the both of us made the small gesture more visceral, sending an irrefutable sensation of yearning throughout my entire body.

Hopefully, it elicited the same feeling for him

He took the lead, swaying us side to side while the chorus of the song saturated our eardrums, repositioning his hand to the small of my back. He exhaled a cumbersome sigh, lulling himself into my embrace.

Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

I felt every tap, fidget, or movement Spencer made on the soft skin of my spine to match the rhythm of the melody. My head found asylum in the crevice of his shoulder, letting my hair fall into place as we slow danced. At this moment, I felt reality shift around me at a turtle’s pace, time seemed to have completely marooned, and all I could fixate on was the shallow breaths Spencer would take.

“Thank you...Y/N, it really does mean a lot” Spencer attested, making me raise my head to meet his hazel eyes. Looking into them was like swimming in a pool of milk and honey while the sunshine eradicated all the bad in the world. “I know I’m not one open up about things like this, but you’re right and you reminded me of that, so thank you” He placed a loving kiss on my forehead, lingering momentarily before retracting.

“Spencer?” I spoke up

“Yes?”

“I know that you think that love may not be possible for you, but you’re forgetting that Rossi looks at you as if you were his own son, JJ basically thinks of you as her own brother, and I love you too”. I pushed a stray curl that fell in front of him face, caressing his cheek in the process of placing the hair back to where it belongs. “Just like energy, love can’t be destroyed, just transformed” I quoted, settling my hands behind his neck.

“And you?”

I hummed in inquisitiveness.

“What do you consider me as?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, beckoning him to continue as I was unable to fully comprehend what he was getting at.

“You said Rossi thought of me as a son, JJ as a brother. So what do you consider me as?” He pressed, pulling me closer to his chest.

I could practically feel his breath fanning over my face while a tinted blush blossomed on the apple of my cheeks. “I think that’s another conversation for another dance. Don’t you think?” I suggested in attempt to stray away from his prying.

“So you’re going to pull me into another dance?” He grinned.

“Possibly, if you’re up for it of course”

He shook his head chuckling, gently pushing me out, twirling me as he did before letting me rest on his chest. Silence drowned out the room as the song finally came to an end, yet we still stood in each other’s embrace to prolong the occasion

“Spence, I know that you need time. But just know when you are ready, that I’ll be here for you” I confessed, looking directly in his eyes.

“I’ll be here ready to love you whenever you’re ready to love yourself first”

I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

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silentexplorer18 · 4 years ago

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Love Languages

Summary: He’d told you no, but that didn’t mean you had to listen.

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Female Reader

Warnings: Minor descriptions of violence/injury, minor mentions of blood, fighting, arguments, petty arguments, poor relationship communication.

Word Count: 900+

Note: A little bit on the darker side, but this still has a happy ending. I hope you enjoy!

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A trickle of blood ran down your temple as you caught Feitan’s gaze. He shook his head. No. You weren’t allowed to do what you were thinking.

But he wasn’t the one you took orders from. And Boss said the number one priority was to keep the whole safe. The members, the merchandise, the mission, the Spiders. It was your responsibility.

He’d told you no, but that didn’t mean you had to listen.

“Machi!” you shouted, catching the group’s attention. “Do what I told you. Now.”

“No,” Feitan growled.

But it was too late. The Nen thread zipped around the Troupe members, catching all of them—whether squarely or barely—except you.

His glare screamed that the decision you were making was wrong, but his safety came first. He had to know that.

“Go,” you breathed, watching them vanish in a flash of ivory light.

The group toppled over one another as they landed in the hideout, losing their grace in the bizarre jolt of teleportation. Your ability was incredible.

But they couldn’t marvel at that, not with the lethal aura filtering from their companion. When angry, Feitan was a menace.

He glared at them, more upset with you than anyone else, but you weren’t there to receive his ire. It was possible you never would be again.

The members that were in the room watched as he turned away, fists clenched by his sides. With a few stiff strides, he left, the thick weight of his aura remaining in his wake.

“Is he okay?” Shizuku asked, watching his back recede down the hall.

There was no way he could get to you in time. And he knew that. They all did.

“No,” Phinks answered as a ground shaking bang exploded on the other end of the building, thinly satiating Feitan’s rage. “He’s not okay.”

But the action would pacify him for a while. At least until he could find someone to face the brunt of his frustrations.

You landed in a heap on the floor, stretched out on your side, body faintly trembling.

A few moved toward you cautiously, stopping when Feitan shot out ahead of the rest. You were still alive, mostly unharmed.

That didn’t last long.

As you stood, a stinging slap landed across your cheek.

The group flinched at the action, watching you steady yourself with determination. You hadn’t made any mistakes, but that didn’t matter.

Firm and furious, Feitan stood before you, slapping your other cheek with a swift blow. He pushed you then, and you pushed back, though the gesture was so weak he hardly felt it.

“Hey!” Shizuku’s voice rang out, disturbing the otherwise quiet room. “No real fighting between Troupe members!”

Neither of you seemed to hear her, not that it mattered.

Chrollo raised a hand to quiet her, allowing the pair of you to continue, though you hardly needed permission. “They aren’t fighting.”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled at that, almost wistfully, watching Feitan’s rigid back from across the room. “He’s telling her that he loves her.”

You swayed on your feet, exhausted. “There was nothing I could do, and you know it.”

“I tell you no.” He’d stopped pushing you, glaring angrily instead.

“I couldn’t have done the transfer three times. You know my limits more than anyone here.”

He did. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. The ability sapped you strength on its own, never mind the actual fighting. Doing the transfer three times would’ve put everyone at risk. But you put yourself at risk instead.

When you tumbled, he stayed in place, the group watching in concern as your forehead landed on his shoulder, hand pressing shakily against his chest. Normally, you only touched when he initiated contact, but you were too far gone to care. “Please,” you whispered, asking not for forgiveness but understanding.

When his hands fell around your back, you knew things would be okay.

“You almost die. That not allowed. It break promise we make.”

You nodded, accentuating the action with a shaky breath. The energy had drained from you the second you made the first transfer, leaving a barely there husk of fatigue in its wake. “I didn’t though. I wouldn’t.”

“I no want to lose you.” His voice was barely audible in the large room, but the sound was almost deafening in your ears.

He cared. So much.

“You won’t lose me.”

He tsked at that, adjusting your position so he could guide you out of the room. Rest, you needed rest.

The group began talking as soon as he’d disappeared from eyesight. Despite their incessant chattering, he made a point to tune them out. It didn’t matter what opinions they had.

The room he took you to was one he’d been sleeping in on the rare occasions that he slept. His sleep mat would be comfortable enough for you. And, luckily, it was large enough to share.

He helped you settle on the mat, lying down beside you, and letting you—such a rare occasion indeed—cuddle into his side. Feitan would never admit it, but in that moment he needed the gesture as much as you did.

You couldn’t leave him. He couldn’t let that happen. You were too important to die so carelessly, so selflessly. It didn’t matter how strong you were, he still didn’t want to leave you behind.

“I love you,” you mumbled. The words were rarely spoken between the pair of you, and he merely tsked in return, masking his affection behind annoyance.

However, when your breathing had mellowed substantially, he ran his hand along your back, tucking you closer to his side.

He loved you just as much, and he hoped you knew that.

Thankfully, you did.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope everybody’s doing well and taking care of themselves. I’ve got a little more time on my hands now, so hopefully I’ll be able to put some more stuff up soon. In the meantime, best wishes!

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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Exposure. Jeon Jungkook

Part Two

OVERVIEW: Being the little secret of a member of the world’s biggest boy band was never going to be easy. WIth all the hiding around and tiptoeing, it only seemed to be a matter of time until you got caught out, but when you are, how will that affect your relationship with the man who had given you it all?

PART: i ii

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.4k words

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“The boys really are so excited to see you, they’ve been pestering me to bring you to the studio since we got back,” the blue-eyed blue told you as he drove down the road. The small crack in the window blew his fringe back in the breeze bringing a smile to your face, the roads were quite, allowing your ears to be filled the mellow tunes of one of his new playlists he’d created whilst he’d been on tour. “They don’t know you’re coming, so hopefully it will be a nice surprise for them.”

“I’d be a bit disappointed if they weren’t happy to see me,” you chuckled, pointing out to the road, turning his eyes away from yours, earning a cheeky giggle from him.

The studio wasn’t too far away, conversation was minimal, instead the two of you chose to enjoy the sounds of the music and tune in to the outside world through the gaps in the windows. He parked in his usual spot, looking around at all the cars that were outside. “Looks like we’re just waiting on Jimin.”

“There’s a surprise,” you chimed, stepping out of the car, grabbing your handbag from the backseat.

“I’m sure Namjoon will give him a talking to,” he informed you, slipping his hand into yours as you walked into the building. The three security guards who stood at the foot of the building offered you both a warming smile as you walked across, his hand moved to the small of your back guiding you into the building, following closely behind you, shutting the entrance door.

The noise of all the boys quickly hit you, it was as if they hadn’t spent the past few months on tour, everything you knew fell back into palace. Takeaway boxes could be found trailed along the corridor, jumpers and hoodies had been discarded wherever they pleased, not to mention the several mugs of coffee that had been forgotten about during different moments.

“It’s a good job no one important is coming to visit,” you teased, pointing out all the bits of rubbish your eyes instantly fell on. He sighed, shrugging innocently to it all, if you knew he was responsible for most of it, you’d never let him live it down.

“I think the boys would argue you that you are very important, as would I,” he responded, kissing the side of your face.

Your eyes rolled at his cheeky grin, brushing your hand along the side of his face, before pulling him down so he was level with you. “I know you’re responsible for this,” you assured him, shaking your head at him.

He pouted down at you, leading you down the corridor across to the rehearsal room where the five boys, who’d managed to arrive on time were sat. Each of them was on the floor, everyone had a coffee in front of them, except for Taehyung who wisely decided just to drink from his water bottle. You pushed the door open, watching as they all looked around, smiling wide when they saw the two of you walk in together.

“Y/N!”

You thought Jungkook was exaggerating when he told you the boys would be excited to see you, but when arms quickly flew around your frame pulling you into a tight hug, you knew how serious he truly was. “Guys, I need to breathe, please.”

Jungkook’s hand came across, grabbing their shoulders, one by one pulling them away from you, smirking as you adjusted your outfit and hair from the mess they’d caused. All of them possessed sheepish grins when you turned to face them.

“It’s so nice to see you, we all missed you whilst we were on tour,” Hobi was the first to speak, clapping his hands together in excitement, skipping around you.

Namjoon chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand, “what he means to say is that we missed having you look after us, you’re the rightful mother of BTS after all.

“I’m sure you all managed just fine without me,” you smiled, giggling when they all shook their heads. Despite being in a relationship with their maknae, you were just like a mum to the rest of them. You cooked them meals, kept the place tidy, hence the state it was in without you around, and made sure they were well looked after. “Except, who do I need to have a word with about the current mess in that hallway?”

Fingers were pointed everywhere along with shrieks of protests claiming innocence towards you, no one wanted to admit the fault and face your wrath of fury. You smirked at them all, they all argued you had Jungkook whipped, but you definitely had all of them wrapped around your finger most days.

You sat down with them all, being passed a water bottle from Jungkook off the side, “we’ve got loads of things to show you from our travels, if you’re interested?”

You nodded, opting to sit yourself in between his legs, resting back against his hard chest, “we can’t do anything yet, Jimin isn’t here,” you reminded them, hearing them all sigh.

“I doubt he’ll be here for some time, since tour, he’s been late every day,” Namjoon told you, grabbing a couple of boxes from one of the cupboards on the left wall of the studio.

Each of them began to take out items that were important to them, Namjoon had bought small ornaments from every place they visited to place on his shelf, Hobi had several garments from markets and stores they’d visited on their days off, whilst Taehyung had lots of hats, flipping between several of them to show you precisely how they looked. Whilst Taehyung gave you a catwalk, Jin was happy to show you all the games he’d found from different places that he was excited to try, followed by Yoongi who had exhausted most shops for equipment to place in his studio, as he argued, small gifts were just meaningless in years to come.

Finally, you looked to Jungkook who pulled out a box filled with lots of random pieces, he had a flag from America, a snow globe from France, a magnet from Australia, as well as several statues and glass ornaments that he’d found along the way.

“Everywhere we went, I picked up something that reminded me of you,” he told you, passing you a glass angel ornament he’d purchased on the New Zealand leg of the tour.

“This is beautiful Kook; what do you think you’ll do with it?”

He took it from you with a shaking hand, wrapping it back up, placing it in the box. Your eyes furrowed in confusion, watching him do the same with everything that he’d bought. “I’m going to wrap them back up and keep them safe, just like how I’ll always keep you safe,” he smiled, leaning across to press a kiss to your cheek, “they’re far too important to risk breaking them, I want to keep them perfect.”

Around the room humorous gags came from the rest of the boys at Jungkook’s sweet comments. He looked around, but you pulled him back so that he was looking at you, “they’re just jealous.”

The box was repacked and placed safely away by Yoongi, just as the door opened, and an exhausted Jimin came flying through the door. His cheeks made it seem like he’d ran a marathon, his hair was a mess, but his smile still remained, just like it always did, widening only when he saw you sat with Jungkook’s arms firmly around you.

“What time do you call this? I’ve been sat around here for hours waiting for you to arrive,” you teased, standing up so that you could greet him with a proper hug.

He squeezed you tightly, apologising for the state he was in, glancing into the mirror of the studio, adjusting the blonde strands of hair so that they suited his face perfectly. He dropped his bag, absentmindedly listening to the scolding from Namjoon that Jungkook had so wisely predicted when the two of you were still in the car park.

With all the boys at last in the studio, they could begin to start their rehearsals. It quickly surprised you how after the conclusion of one tour their minds were so focussed on what was to come next. You sat down on one of the chairs that was around the circumference of the room whilst Hobi led them all in a warmup.

“Y/N, do you reckon you could be in charge of music?” He asked, looking back at you in the reflection of the mirror. You perked up, looking across at him, nodding your head. “If you’ve got your phone with you, anything will do.”

You reached into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out your phone, opening up your music app. “I’ve got the perfect song for you all.”

They stood in anticipation and waited, only their excitement turned to dismay when they recognised the opening melody of Euphoria playing into the room.

Jungkook quickly ran over, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head, “you’re so good at this,” he smiled proudly, poking his tongue out at all the boys.

Yoongi ran over, snatching your phone to press the pause button on the track, much to the relief of all the other members. “We expected better than that from you, I can’t believe you’d make us listen to that rubbish.”

“I might be a little bias, but he is my boyfriend.”

None of them seemed to care as they abruptly stripped you of your audio duties, passing the baton onto Namjoon. You pouted as Jungkook walked away, shaking his head shamefully at them all for being so cruel to you.

“You’re supposed to all be happy to see you may I remind you,” you shouted out, folding your arms across your chest. It mattered to none of them as Namjoon played a new song, one that everyone liked, well, except for you of course.

Their rehearsal went by reasonably fast; they were still very much in the early stages of it all, squabbling about what moves to place when in their routines, and which song they would consider singing at which point of the show. Whilst they argued amongst themselves, you sat back with a wide smile on your face, it was these small interactions that you missed the most when they were all on tour. Neither of them had any idea they were doing it, but perhaps that was what made them so cohesive and popular to so many people.

In the middle of their routine, the door opened once more, all of them paid no attention, except for you, smiling weakly when Bang PD walked in, huffing when he saw you sat on the chair, scrolling through your phone.

He walked in the opposite direction to where you sat, leaning on the back of the wall until the boys finished the song, breaking off for a drink.

“We weren’t expecting to see you today,” Jin spoke when he realised who else was stood in the door. In his hand he had a few pieces of paper, gripping onto them tightly until his fingers were white.

In your gut you could feel something wasn’t right, he’d never been completely immersed in your relationship like everyone else had been, but that never stopped him at least greeting you whenever you were around. Jungkook walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder as the boys all sat around you, drinking heavily from their water bottles.

Your eyes stared up at Jungkook who looked across at you with a weak smile brushing his hands through your hair, “why are you looking so nervous?”

“I don’t know, something just doesn’t feel great about all of this, I- “

You were interrupted by Bang PD clearing his throat, making everyone look across at him, his eyes were firmly exchanging stares at both you and Jungkook. All of the boys could tell straight away too that something was going on to do with the two of you, only no one had a clue what it all was about.

“Tell me Jungkook, when you came home from tour, where did you go?” He asked firmly.

Jungkook looked down at you, pointing towards you, “I went to see Y/N, like I always do when we come home from somewhere. Don’t worry, I was really careful and aware of my surroundings, I’ve become quite the master of sneaking around Y/N’s estate.”

A sinister chuckle escaped from his manager, leaving the two of you puzzled. He knew exactly how to get to your home, he’d always park as close as he could, wear dark clothes so that he didn’t stand out as much, and keep a hat on his head, and sunglasses on the bridge of his nose until their was a roof over his head.

He walked over to the two of you, handing you the paper he’d been holding, “if the two of you are so confident of being able to make all of this work, then how about you talk me through this.”

You turned over the printout that he gave you, studying it closely, to begin with you recognised his car, and then a few features of your street, and then focussed on the two people in the photo. One you were able to work out was you, leaving the other figure to be Jungkook by process of elimination.

Then your eyes fell on what was happening between you both, you remembered the evening clear as day, Jungkook told you to come down and say goodbye to him at the car, pressing a kiss to your lips as he did so.

“I-I don’t understand, we were careful,” he stuttered, looking across at everyone.

The disappointed look on everyone’s face was heart-breaking, all of them had been so trusting of the two of you to make things work, you had done for such a long time, but one lapse of judgement had ruined it all.

“I’ve now got several media outlets demanding to know what’s going on, they want to know why the nation’s sweetheart has been photographed kissing a random girl in the middle of a street.”

“I can fix this, I promise,” he tried to assure everyone, but they all quickly looked away.

“The two of you need to fix this now, you’ve been exposed, so tell me, how do you plan on fixing this?”

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bots-basket · 4 years ago

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Sincerely, Percy.

{ Y'all wanted fluff }

______ ~Monday~

Dear Diary,

You'll never guess what happened to me today! i was going on my usual bi-weekly swim with my dolphin friends Pip and Twitch- when i stubbed my toe on something in the water. When i looked to see what i ran into- i saw the tail of a GIANT robot! He was way bigger than me.. and kinda all rusted up- but i felt a little warmth in the water around us... i just knew he was somehow still alive! It took alot of tugging and pulling.. but i dragged him back to shore. The marine biology center workers were happy to help me clean him up and get rid of the rust on his body. My Dad Sent him off to the neighboring facility to repair him.. Hopefully the engineering corps will be able to fix him up! ~ A Hopeful train A.I ------- ~Thursday~ Dear Diary, Good news! After a few long nights of working on him, they managed to start up my new friend! i will admit it was a little shocking to find out he only had one eye.. but little Quirks is what make us all unique right?

i was excited to meet him- But he wasn't.. in fact he seemed downright hostile towards everyone when we first booted him up. My Dad says that he's much to dangerous to be left active for the time being and they had to place him in standby (since they couldn't figure out how to turn him off again 030). I think he was just a little startled at first and naturally got defensive.. i would've too since when we found him he was at the bottom of the bay after all. I think i'll try convincing my dad to let us try again tomorrow. I'll keep you posted! ~ A concerned Train bot ------- ~Sunday~ Dear Diary, I have to be quiet since it's really late and i'm not supposed to be out right now.. Turns out my Dad was planning on having him sent away to another engineering corps so they can figure out what went wrong with the new robot.. so i guess my reasoning didn't really get through to him.. i know he's really just worried that me and the other workers would get hurt if we tried interacting with him again.. But that doesn't mean we should just ship him away just like that! I'm gonna go and try to convince the other robot that we're not dangerous! hopefully i'll be able to calm him down and then find another way to convince my Dad not to send him away! i really hope i can save him.. Till we speak again! ~ A Determined Train A.I ----- ~Update~ So. i managed to get him outta standby... As i expected he was pretty guarded at first.. but when i made no attempts to appraoch him he mellowed out a tiny bit and just sat in a dark creepy corner.. now we're just kinda.. sitting across the room. looking at eachother. I don't know what to do now. at least he isn't attacking me right..? I wish you could talk and give me some advice Diary TT^TT ~ A Cornered and slightly creeped out Train A.I ----- ~ EARLY. Monday~ Dear Diary, Good news! im still functioning. the funniest thing happened. i don't remember when i drifted off to sleep while we sat there staring at eachother- but i did. and when i woke up? The big guy had crept from his corner and LAID BESIDE ME. Even as i write this his tail is kinda laying ontop of me and i cannot move. im also a little scared that if i move, he'll wake up. Yeah he's still asleep.. i have to write this very slowly becuase i don't wanna wake him. he didn't have to come over and keep me warm.. but he did anyways. that's definitely a good sign right? Maybe he's just kinda shy.. i'm glad i'm making progress though. still kinda tired so i'm gonna take a nap.. Talk to you soon. ~ A Exhausted A.I ------ ~Update~ OP. Dad found out. i don't think i'll be able to talk for a while- gonna go get chewed out- Hopefully i'll be back soon! ~ A Busted A.I ----- ~Friday, 2 weeks later ~ Dear Diary, Salutations! Haven't heard from me in a while, huh? i bet your wondering what happened to me and that robot right? Well i have some great news! We ended up adopting him! I Even got to name him too ^^ His Name is "Click", For all the weird noises he makes! Over the span of a few week's we've been helping him adjust to his new environment. He's been a really big help to me with keeping up with deliveries and carrying the boxes that have been too heavy for me. He's also alot nicer now that he's gotten used to us. One day in the future im gonna teach him how to swim! he's a little unsure about the water as of right now, but just like i helped him find a home, one day i'll help him Conquer his fear of water! I knew he wasn't a bad bot. I'm Glad that i can now proudly call him my big brother ^^ ~ Sincerly, Percy _________________ ~ On the Next page, A Daffodil had been pressed into the book with words written under it. the words read; " to new beginnings" ~ A Single Tear found it's way down the empurata's Face as he gently closed the book and set it back down on his little brother's Desk. He Glanced up and stepped out of the station hanger to join the excited A.I Calling for him to go on their first swimming lesson. He may not have a face anymore, but anyone could tell he was smiling.

Little Did Percy know that the words his brother had read in that little book would stay with him forever.. ~

#{ detective detective; click }#{ daydreaming; drabble }#{ you’ve arrived at your station!; percy }#{ i do adore; fluff }#{ in our humble opinion; ic }#{ as legend fortold; lore }#(( here’s your daily does of serotonin))#(( hope you realize that I’m gonna be Angsty real soon ))

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killingkueen · 5 years ago

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Much More Than This

Hello, hello, hello @mrs-stiltskin! Can you believe it’s me again???

Prompt: cats, dogs, books, opposites attract

Summary: Mr. Gold tries not to pay much attention to the new librarian and her husband. He tries very, very hard. He almost succeeds.

Rated very E

A/N The First: There is some very mellow m/m as well as some m/f/m, so keep an open mind. It’s also the first slash I’ve ever written—today is the day I became a fanfic author.

2A2N: I have never met a Scottish person in my life

Edited to add AO3 link

OOO

The sky was moody and grey. It hadn’t yet determined if that was because the sun hadn’t fully risen, or if it was a sign of rain. It didn’t matter to Mr. Gold, who parked his Cadillac behind his shop. He parked there everyday, after all. And every day he took his cane and his keys in hand, and opened his shop. Mr. Gold had a strict schedule, a strict routine. That was how he liked it.

At the back door, key out and ready to be slotted into the lock, Gold paused. There were boots sticking out of the bottom of his shop. Boots attached to two squirming legs, the toes digging into the ground for leverage. If he strained his ears, he could make out faint muttering, followed by a psspsspss.

Gold stared, baffled. The boots were old, but not shabby, and along the lines of what he’d seen the dock-workers wear. He didn’t think any of the men who worked there would have the nerve to—what, exactly? Was this a robbery? If it were, he’d give points for creativity.

Whatever he was doing, he was an unwelcome change to Gold’s routine. He had a shop to open. Gold lifted his cane, knocking the handle against the wood paneling of his shop, firm and loud. As he hoped, the man startled, a muffled thud accompanied with what was now cursing as his head hit the floor above him.

The man scrambled out, his limbs kicking up dirt as he backtracked.

Mr. Gold almost smiled. This was the most excitement he had seen in months.

“And just what do you think you’re doing underneath my shop, dearie?”

The man now stood on his knees. His eyes, widened in surprise, snapped to Gold’s face.

“Glasgo’!” he exclaimed. “Isnae this a shock! ”

Gold raised an eyebrow. Not many people in town much cared where he’d come from, and a good amount of them swore it was somewhere much warmer than Scotland. Glasgow was a dreary place full of nothing of value to him, and he couldn’t say he missed his homeland.

“From Scotland yourself?” Gold found himself asking.

“Aye, I grew up in the highlands in a wee toon near Inverness.” He brushed off the front of his jacket, dusty from crawling around in the dirt. “I thooght I was stuck wi' these Americans, ye ken.” His smile widened, thrilled at the chance meeting.

That still didn't give him the answer he wanted. “What are you doing under my shop?" he asked again. What was he doing in Storybrooke, for that matter? It was still too early in the season for tourists.

The man’s eyes were too wide for his face, and very expressive. They darted away, to the library across the street, and for just a moment he looked like a kid who’d been sent home with a note from the teacher. The library. Of course.

Gold had heard the new librarian arrived last week, having come all the way from—London, was it? The UK, at least. He remembered the name he’d read when he filed the contracts with the city council: Isabelle French. He had seen a second visa for the husband, though Gold couldn't recall reading the name. He would bet his current inventory he was looking at him.

“Mr. French,” Gold said, deciding he didn’t much care what the man’s name was. He relished the look of surprise that appeared on his face for the second time that morning. It made Gold feel more on balance, knowing things people didn’t expect him to. Much more regular, keeping the townsfolk on their toes.

“Och aye, that’s reit.” A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. He half shrugged. “That’s me, innit.” His shoulders straightened with—pride, was it?

The man was thin, and the baggy clothes he wore only made him look smaller. Even on his knees, Gold could tell he wouldn’t stand any taller than himself, and tall was certainly not a word he could claim. His hair was shaggy but not quite to the point of being unkempt, and he needed a shave.

He also needed to know how things worked around here.

“Mr. French,” he said again, digging his cane into the ground. It was quite easy to look down his nose at him, when the man was already so far below him. “Just what were you doing under my shop?”

“Ah,” French blinked. “I havenae adjusted tae bein' haur yit. Jet lag, I’spose.” At Gold’s unamused expression, he hastened to add, “Sae, I was oot walkin' thes morn when I saw a moggie athwart th' causey. Puir hin' was injured. When I tried tae approach it, it ran under yer shop an' noo won’t come it.”

Gold was viscerally aware he hadn’t set foot in Scotland in nearly thirty years.

“There is a cat under my shop,” he surmised.

“Aye.” He stared up at him, brown eyes wide and waiting.

“What?“ Gold asked impatiently.

“You sound almost American,” French said around a half-smile.

That’s where they were, isn’t it? He pursed his lips. “How are you going to get the cat out, then?”

“If I had something tae wrap her in, I could pull her out safely, I think.” His eyes trailed to Gold’s throat and he knew what he was going to ask the moment before he did. “Do you mind if I knick your scarf?”

Yes, I absolutely do, Gold thought. He pulled the scarf from his throat, the cold air biting at his neck and collar bone, now bare. It was soft and wide, perfect for the early spring, and long enough to wrap around his neck twice and still dangle nicely. It annoyed him, probably more than it should, that it technically was perfect to wrap a cat in.

He held it out to French wordlessly.

“Cheers,” French said, disappearing under the wooden base, leaving Gold to stare at the heel of his boots once again.

Cane in hand, Gold waited.

French spoke in a low, even voice. Gold couldn’t make out what he was saying but it sounded comforting. Hopefully the cat agreed. After a few silent moments, Gold heard a terrible yowling, like a broken siren.

Making much slower progress than before, French inched his way from under the shop, the yowling becoming louder and louder.

“I suppose the noise is a good sign,” Gold said, voice raised over the beastie.

“She’s got a pair of lungs on her,” French agreed. He was smothered in dirt again, the knees of his jeans particularly dark.

He eased himself to his knees, rearranging the bundle in his arms so he had a much firmer grip before he carefully moved to his feet. The cat was wrapped quite securely in the scarf, enough so that Gold could only see a small tuft of dark fur peak through. He took it as further good news that he couldn’t see any obvious wet spots seeping into the fabric. Mr. Gold didn’t like blood.

After a long moment, French coughed. “Where tae now then?” He was cradling the cat like it was a child, holding it firmly to his chest. His hand rubbed circles against it’s back, which did nothing to silence the shrieking.

“You’re not bringing that mongrel inside,” Gold said.

“You dinnae look like much of a veterinarian,” French fired back.

Gold narrowed his eyes. Yes, it would be a vet he’d want. “Marian Hood owns a clinic that’s across the street from the elementary school.” She was known to be quite an early riser herself; chances were she was already inside her building, getting ready for the day.

French looked at him expectantly.

Sighing, he said, “Go north a few blocks and then take a left at the movie theatre. Once you reach Marco’s Woodworking, take another left. You’ll find it eventually.”

“Right. Thanks for the help, Mr. Gold.”

With that, the man turned to leave. Gold looked to the sky. It seemed to be settling on rain, after all. Hm. Gold wasn’t going to offer him a ride; the man had just been rolling around in the dirt. Besides, he had a shop to open.

“Mr. French,” he called, just as the man reached the sidewalk. “It’s too long to walk.”

“Oh,” he said, frowning. “But I don’t have a—”

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Gold started to limp to his caddy. “Get in before I change my mind, Mr. French,” he said, opening the passenger side door with no small amount of sarcastic grandeur.

The ride was broken only by the pathetic wailing of the poor creature, and the quieting shushing of the man who held her.

Gold would open his shop as soon as he dropped them off. Then his routine would be back to normal, and he’d again be ignorant to the existence of Mr. and Mrs. French.

OOO

The sunshine was bright through the windows of the pawn shop. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky when Mr. Gold opened for the day. Only blue skies could be seen through his shop windows when he heard the bell signal someone had opened his door.

Gold didn’t look up from his ledger. An air of aloof casualness always worked best as a starting point. They were the ones encroaching on his day, after all.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said, making a mark that he would erase later as the sound of heels clicked across his floor. He didn’t look up when the clicking stopped in front of him at the counter. After a pause, a plastic bag was set down on the glass.

Something to pawn, then. Shame. He was almost in the mood to argue about rent. Gold’s eyes flickered up. Standing before him was a woman he’d never seen before. She was quite pretty. At least her profile was; she was currently scanning the shelves of their various glassware and bits and bobs.

“Do you have many books here?” She turned in a slow circle to take it all in.

“No.”

The woman looked at him. “There’s antiques here, too, right? It’s not just a pawn shop?”

“Books aren’t really what most people think of when they think of antiques.”

“No, because then they’re usually called first editions.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, and nodded his head slightly, conceding her point. “All the same. My apologies.” His regular buyers weren’t interested in books, and certainly no one in town was either.

“I suppose I’m surrounded by enough books, as it is,” she said, sighing.

Gold had a feeling he knew who this newcomer was. He should leave it alone. He had enough work to keep him busy.

“If you’re interested, I can ask my contacts. I know a person or two in the rare books trade.” He knew exactly no one but they’d be easy enough to track down.

She smiled, delighted surprise brightening her eyes. He had been mistaken before, calling her pretty.

“That’s so kind of you to offer. I’ll let you know.”

Mrs. Isabelle French, new head librarian of the Storybrooke Library, was beautiful.

He nodded, not trusting anything he could say to her. She smiled again. It felt like a bullet straight to his chest.

“Yes, well.” Her hand went to the bag, almost forgotten on the counter. “I’m afraid I’m actually here about a different matter. You no doubt know who I am already, but all the same: hello. My name is Belle French, and it’s nice to meet you.” She opened the bag, taking out a familiar scarf.

“I know it’s rude to return something without having it cleaned, especially over a week later and especially with how my husband absconded with it in the first place, but it’s a very fine material? And hand dyed, which of course you would already know.” She bit her lip. The previous surprise on her face had long since evaporated, leaving nothing but worry.

The scarf had been a gift from his son from when the lad had taken a school trip to Europe. Neal had bought it from a boutique he probably shouldn't have been in, proud to present his papa with something that met his high standards. The silk was lovely and soft. It was his favorite; the final thing he reached for when he left the house on chilly days. His son had given it to him, after all, which made it irreplaceable.

“It’s just a scarf, Mrs. French.”

He shook the fabric, wanting to see the full extent of the damage. Near the center were two dark patches, clotting the silk. And there, at the end of one side, was two more.

“The thing is, the lady at the dry cleaners wasn’t sure if it could be saved. We’re on a strict budget until I get paid, and with the surprise expense of emergency vet bills,” she risked a slightly ironic smile, “I can’t justify paying for a service that might not even work.”

“I was the one who gave it to your husband,” he reminded her. “He didn’t snatch it from me. I was under the impression the cat wasn’t yours.”

“She wasn’t.” Shrugging, she said, “She at least hasn’t been chipped nor reported missing. Rum can’t bear the thought of leaving her at the pound, and so it would seem we have a new roommate. And honestly, if we were going to pay for the cost of fixing her up, we might as well take her in. Rum always said he was a dog person through and through, but he’s thrilled we have her now. Honestly it’s worth the bill to see him this happy.”

Mrs. French shook her head, blushing at her rambling. “My point was, if you took the scarf to the dry cleaners yourself, or just bought a replacement, we’ll pay you back for it as soon as my first paycheck comes in.”

“That won’t be for two months, at least.” Government jobs were notoriously finicky when it came to billing cycles, and the town having what could be considered a minuscule government didn’t make the paperwork any less annoying.

“I’m happy to sign something.”

“It’s just a scarf,” Gold heard himself say again. “Don’t worry yourself.”

The woman opened and closed her hands, confused about the lifeline placed in front of her. No doubt she’d been regaled with stories of the cruel, evil landlord from the townsfolk. On a different day he’d be more than happy to meet her expectations. Perhaps he merely wanted to make a good first impression.

She finally seemed to settle on a smile, small and relieved. “As soon as I get the library open, be sure to come visit, alright? I’ll get you signed up for a card, free of charge.”

Was that a wink? Gold had always thought library cards were already free, but then again, the town had been without a library for as long as he’d lived in it.

“Perhaps.” With careful hands, he folded Neal’s scarf into an orderly rectangle. He knew a few tricks for cleaning silk. “Good day, Mrs. French.”

After only a moment of hesitation, the sound of her heels clicked out his door.

OOO

Gold decided the best thing to do was put the Frenchs out of his mind. Better yet, avoid them entirely, as it was clear he couldn’t be trusted around either of them.

That didn’t stop him from hearing things. For instance, Belle had moved to the UK from Australia with her father when she was in primary school. She’d met her husband when she was finishing up her master’s degree and coming off a particularly nasty breakup. As Gold heard it, things were fine until her husband was laid off and they had to move in with her father in London. Unhappy, she went looking for any job that would get them out. A head librarian position in middle of nowhere, Maine? Fine. Perfect. And wasn’t that something else, that they only officially married so he could come with her to her new job in America.

Most interestingly, Gold heard they would sometimes go to the diner for breakfast. The morning Gold walked into Granny’s, it wasn’t like he was expecting to see them, or anything. He just thought it was high time he became a patron of the most popular Storybrooke establishment. Support small business, that kind of thing.

“Glasgow,” he heard before the door had even closed behind him.

Mr. French was waving him over to the booth he shared with his wife, a wide grin on his face.

Gold was going to ignore him, of course. He was going to stare straight ahead and pretend he hadn’t heard.

“Mr. French,” he said, walking slowly over to them. “Good morning.”

“Mr. French?” his wife repeated slowly, raising an eyebrow.

A bashful smile Gold couldn’t explain appeared on French’s face. He shrugged at his wife helplessly.

“Join us for a wee bite, Glasgow? We huvnae ordered yet.” He gestured to the menus spread before them, as if Gold needed proof.

He frowned. He already let them off the hook for the scarf. It was mostly his own fault, after all, and he was nothing if not fair. They didn’t pay rent to him, either, since they were residing in the caretaker’s apartment. Moving across continents was expensive; perhaps they hadn’t budgeted enough for it, especially considering the paycheck problem. If that were the case, they could come to his shop and ask like everyone else.

“I only came in for a cup of coffee,” he demurred.

“Oh.” His face fell, like he was actually disappointed. “You can sit here with it, if you want.”

“If he doesn’t want to join us, we can’t make him, Mr. French.” The look on Belle’s face was unreadable as she stared at him over her mug.

“I liked the sound of it, alright?” His mouth pulled up at the corner. “If that’s what he wants to call me, I’m nae gonna stop him.”

She snorted, her own grin breaking free as she laughed.

Gold looked towards the counter forlornly. He was finding he did not have enough caffeine in his system yet. He supposed he could walk away and wait by the counter like everyone else did, but something kept him by the French’s table. Belle had a pretty laugh. Maybe that was it.

“Mr. French is my father,” she finally explained with an eye roll and shake of her head. “This ridiculous man is Robert McWeaver.”

“Nice tae meet you.”

“Apologies for assuming.” He should have paid more attention to the paperwork. It wasn’t like him, not to pay attention.

“You couldnae have known.” Robert McWeaver took a sip from his own mug. “What would you recommend, then?”

“What?”

“To eat. What’s good?”

Gold wouldn’t know. This was his first time stepping inside for anything other than rent.

“I’m getting the pancakes,” Belle said, eyes on the menu. “Rum’s leaning towards the full breakfast.”

“As close tae an English breakfast as I can get. They got one thing right, eh, the English?” He laughed at his own joke, mouth wide, the crows feet at his eyes giving him a distinguished, friendly look. Gold’s own just made him look old. With his loose clothes and easy smile, McWeaver was the definition of laid back, almost—cool. Someone people gravitated towards. Not that Gold knew anything about it.

But that was the most constant thing he’d heard, wasn’t it? With their wide smiles and kind eyes, it was no wonder how the townsfolk had adopted them so readily. Anyone would be lucky to be their friend, to share in their warmth.

“Take a seat,” Belle said, smiling. “We’ll put an order in, get you your coffee.”

God help him, he almost did just that.

What was with these two?

“Some other day,” he said, turning on his heel. “Ms. French, Mr. McWeaver.”

“We'll hold you to—“ the door latched shut cut off what they were about to say.

Brooding, Gold walked to his shop. Whatever those two were after, they weren’t getting it from him. Besides, there was no room in their happy lives for the heartless, asshole landlord. It was better for everyone if he left them alone. He had held himself apart from the rest of the town for years. That was how he liked it.

Not bothering to flip the sign, Gold went straight to the back, deciding to bury himself in polishing every piece of jewelry in the shop until the lot of it could power a solar panel.

He was working through his collection of wedding rings when the front door opened, bell jangling. A quick look at the clock told him he was supposed to have opened twenty minutes ago. Whatever happened to his routine?

Not bothering with his cane, he stood up and pushed the curtain aside. He promptly froze.

“Alright, Glasgow?”

“Mr. McWeaver,” Gold said, frowning at the nickname. He needed to say something before it became permanent. “Ms. French.”

“Call me Rum.” His smile was back, broad and open as ever.

Gold said nothing, just stood in between the doorway. He had expected to have more time before they came to deal. After his retreat that morning, perhaps they thought it best to get it over with.

“You, uh, left before ordering anything.” Belle placed a to-go cup and a bag down in front of him. “We got you a muffin, too, in case you get peckish.”

They stared at him expectantly. Only when their smiles started to dim did Gold manage to clear his throat.

“Thank you,” he offered.

“We weren’t sure how you liked your coffee, so we just got it black,” Belle said helpfully. “I hope that’s all right.”

Gold liked it with enough sugar to make his auntie's teeth pop out.

“Black is fine.”

He was rewarded with a smile.

“Well,” she said, rocking back on her heels. “We have a shipment of new books coming that I need to sign for, so we’ll get out of your hair. Have a great day, Mr. Gold.”

Before he could do more than nod a goodbye, they were out the door, the bell ringing after them. He watched as Rum reached out to take Belle’s hand. Gold watched as they reached the library doors and she dug through her purse one handed for the keys. Rum kissed her neck, and he couldn’t hear the squeal as she batted him away, but he could imagine it. They were like teenagers; blissfully happy and seemingly untouched by the real world.

Gold looked at his coffee, and saw the heat guard had fallen down. He opened the bag. The muffin was blueberry, his favorite.

Staying away from them would be best.

OOO

Gold soon developed a new routine. Every morning he’d stand by the front counter of his shop and wait for Belle and Rum to make their way to the diner. He never wanted to go himself, but something always convinced him; maybe if Belle’s dress was blue, or if Rum had his arm around her waist rather than looped through her own. Gold would watch until they were out of sight, then finish up whatever busy work he was doing. After locking the door to his shop he’d make his own way down the street.

When he got to Granny’s, he waited at the front so he could order coffee to go. At least he would, if he ever got that far. As soon as Gold was through the door, Rum would call out to him and insist he join their table. Belle and Rum were never ready to order anyway, which was just as well, as he liked to rest his leg before making the short walk back to his shop. And Gold was finding he quite liked the breakfast spread.

So it went in the mornings. Gold knew sometimes they ate dinner there as well, but there was no pattern to when they went and Gold hadn’t run into them on the night’s he popped in, for rent or otherwise.

Currently, Gold had already walked through the door. He was waiting at the front, by the register. Rum usually noticed him by now. He tapped the handle of his cane. The front bar was white and shiny, as it always was. The glasses behind, stacked and waiting for the waitresses to fill them up, all glistened.

Gold shot a glance at their table. Rum was facing him, his elbows on the table, head in his hands, his face rapt as he listened to whatever Belle was saying. He nodded once or twice.

Gold frowned. He wondered what she was saying. Last week, after stumbling on a story about World War I soldiers and how they bonded over their trauma, she had gone on a tangent of medics and the first studies of shell shock. The time before, how cigars were made. It was no wonder Rum hadn't noticed his entrance if Belle was talking about her current passion. She could have anyone riveted with as little as a sigh.

He stepped aside as one of the tables finished up and left, passing him on their way out. This wasn’t part of the routine. Gold was never supposed to actually order coffee to go.

He had overstepped, that was it. They had likely seen him walk in, but hadn’t said anything in the hopes he left without intruding. He could leave them alone for a single morning to enjoy breakfast as a married couple, for once. Did that mean they didn’t want him there anymore? Maybe they were both too nice to say it to his face, and were waiting for him to take the hint instead.

Gold glared at the cups, standing pristine along the wall, as if he could intimidate them into giving him answers.

That was how Ruby found him when she came out of the kitchen, finally.

“Mr. Gold,” she greeted. “Are you going to sit down?”

He ignored her.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her look at Rum and Belle’s table, then back at him. She rolled her eyes.

“Granny,” she bellowed behind her, causing Gold to jump. “Has the special been updated? Like, on the board?”

“I wrote it last night,” Granny yelled back, muffled by the distance.

“Alright.” Ruby’s eyes were on him, something smug and knowing in their depths.

“Glasgow!”

Attention grabbed by Ruby, Rum finally looked up toward the counter to where Gold was brooding.

“You’re late today,” he called with a frown. “Everything all right?”

Ruby snorted. Gold shot her a glare which she promptly ignored.

“Take a seat, Mr. Gold,” she said with a bright smile. “I’ll get started on drinks.”

Rum was still staring at him, eyes overwide and welcoming. He had such an expressive face, so open, so telling, so. Gold wondered what he’d look like below him, panting and wanton.

When Gold continued to stand there, Belle turned as well, looking over her shoulder. Her hair was down today, the sheek brown curls cascading down her back. His fingers itched with his want to bury them in her hair, cradle her head while he kissed her.

These were not new thoughts; they had always been there, just below the surface. He swallowed, trying to bury his feelings deep in his stomach, keeping them from sight.

With numb feet, he limped to the table. Belle scooted to the side, making room for him to slide next to her. He liked the mornings he sat next to Belle; he could smell her perfume, light and floral like roses. And Gold liked when he was facing Rum; half the fun of listening to Belle was watching her husband.

“We havenae ordered yet,” he was saying now, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward. “Just waitin’ for you.”

They were too sweet for him. All this time, Gold was pretending it was just good timing on his part. Oh, but it hurt his heart, to be expected.

“Sorry for the delay,” he said quietly.

“It’s no problem at all.” Belle bumped him with her shoulder. The heat of her burned. “I was just regaling Rum about a new book Ariel recommended, about Octopuses, of all things.”

“Calling them ‘octopi’ is wrong, apparently,” Rum said. “And they have three hearts. And,” he sat up straighter, taking his arms off the table when he spotted Ruby approaching from the kitchen. “And, they remember their handlers, and especially the grudges they hold against each of them.”

“How about we order, and then we’ll catch you up to speed,” she teased.

“I would love nothing more,” he said. He meant every word, from the bottom of his decrepit heart.

OOO

When Gold told himself he had to stay away from them, he meant it. It was Belle and Rum who didn’t seem to get the memo. And okay, maybe he had developed a taste for Granny’s coffee.

At least he could admit to himself now that he didn’t want to stay away. The chance that they felt as deeply for him as he did for them was impossible, the thought of them willingly taking him into their bed was unthinkable. But he could have their friendship. If their mornings together in the diner was all he had of them, he’d cherish that time fiercely.

Seeing one of them alone wasn’t something that happened often, though. Yet here Rum was, no sign of his wife in sight, fidgeting in his shop as if he were a stranger.

“What are you doing here?” Gold asked.

“What, am I not allowed?”

His accent had mellowed in the couple months he’d been in town, through necessity if nothing else. It was a continued source of amusement for Belle that their accents thickened whenever they talked to each other.

Gold put down his pen. He was going through a list of items from an estate sale down south, but that could wait. Spreading his arms across his counter, he gave Rum his full attention, patiently waiting for him to get to the point, or leave. He was used to these sorts of games. Usually he could guess what the other player wanted, though.

Gold would have thought if they wanted something from him they would have asked a long time ago, but situations changed. He hadn’t heard of Rum rescuing any more wayward animals.

Rum’s full attention was currently on the paintings that hung on the wall behind him. Perhaps it was about his pride.

“Do you need a job?” Gold asked.

That surprised Rum enough to make him look over. “A job?” he asked, frowning.

“You don’t work,” Gold pointed out. He knew what Belle’s salary was. It was enough to sustain a two person household, but barely. He couldn’t imagine there was any left at the end of the month to for savings.

“Legally, I can’t. Couldnae get a work visa. Figured it was lucky enough Belle wanted me to come with her at all.” He shrugged. “If it comes to it, I’ll wash dishes at Granny’s. Said she’d pay me under the table.”

“I see.”

“I like not working, to be honest. I’m good at being a house husband.” He flashed a crooked smile, but there something hesitant in it, like he expected derision.

“That so?”

Rum wandered closer, leaning his hip against the counter. “Yeah. I like being able to make a home for Belle. It’s a great feeling, when she comes back to a tidy apartment and a warm meal.”

An image of Rum in a retro house dress, makeup neat and apron pressed, flashed in his mind. Better to focus on that then the stab between his ribs, knowing he was going to a cold, empty house devoid of Rum and Belle’s warmth.

“Now that’s an idea, innit?” Rum perked up, eyes expectant.

For a second, Gold was worried he had spoken aloud. “What is?”

“Dinner. I’m a good cook. Come and try it.”

Gold barked a laugh. Of all the things for him to suggest.

Rum looked down, his smile fading quickly. “It was just an idea,” he mumbled.

Afraid he’d leave, Gold reached out, grabbing his hand where he lay on the counter.

“I thought you were going to ask me for money,” he tried to explain. “Or some other sort of deal.”

Rum looked at their hands. He flexed his, but didn’t pull away. “Uh, right. Makes sense.” He straightened. “So, dinner? You’ll come?”

“Of course. When were you thinking?”

He shrugged. “Tonight, tomorrow. When—Friday!” Rum shouted, tugging his hand like an electrical current had gone through them. “Come Friday.”

“Okay,” he agreed, bemused.

“Just, uh, you open later on Saturdays? And Belle does too, at the library. Friday is best.”

“Expecting a late night?”

His eyes widened, brows drawing together. “Maybe? You know, just in case.”

“I’ll bring the wine,” Gold said after a pause.

“That would be perfect.” This time when Rum smiled, it looked genuine. “It’s a date.”

OOO

He had chosen a rosé. He hadn’t asked much about what Rum was planning on serving, wanting to be surprised. And rosés paired nicely with all most things..

With one final brush down the front of his suit, he knocked on the apartment door. Seconds later it opened, revealing Belle wearing a bright dress and a brighter smile.

For a moment he was struck mute, words lost as he stared at her. She was so lovely.

“Come in, come in,” she said, not seeming to notice his state. She reached out for him, sliding her hand along his back as she guided him inside. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

The apartment was small, but cozy. The living room was big enough to accommodate a TV and a sofa, and to the left a dining table with four chairs, but not much else. Not that it kept Belle from piling books on every conceivable surface, including the floor along the walls. Gold couldn’t help but smile at that. Everything was neat and tidy, excepting the books. A perfect home, all things considered.

Rum poked his head out of the kitchen. “Hey, Glasgow,” he called. “Make yourself comfortable.”

He hadn’t been too far off when he imagined the apron. “Smells good,” he said, not having anything better to say. And it did, the heady aroma or sizzling meat and spices heavy in the air. It would seem Rum hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he was good at this.

“I hope you like it. Should be ready soon.” He disappeared into the kitchen.

Gold felt Belle’s arm tighten around him. When he looked, there was a small smile playing on her lips.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Nothing.” She gave him a final squeeze before letting go. She took the bottle of wine from him before walking to the table. “He wants to impress you. We both do.”

That warmed him up from the inside in a way he chose not to examine too closely right then. “That right? You cook, too?”

“God, no. But I am the master of doing dishes.”

They were interrupted by a meow, coming from the ground.

“Hello again,” he said to their roommate. “You’re looking well.” He had never gotten a good look at the cat when Rum rescued her from beneath his shop. She was a handsome creature, a long-haired tuxedo. She looked completely healed, and would have looked completely normal too, had it not been for a missing eye. The socket was closed, and almost unnoticeable if it weren’t for the brilliant blue of her other eye.

That one eye blinked up at him. She mewled again before turning around, and he expected her to stalk off. Instead, she sat on his shoes. She weighed as much as a sack of feathers.

“You can’t have him, too,” Belle said.

The cat started to purr. Apparently, she thought otherwise.

Belle shook her head. “She’s intent on stealing all the men in my life, I swear.”

Gold wasn’t sure what to say to that. “What’s her name?” He asked. That was safe.

“Oh you’ll like this,” Belle said with a conspiratorial smile. “We named her Forte, on account of her looking like a music sheet, and being quite loud when she wants to be.”

“Aye, I remember. Fortan means luck in Gaelic,” Gold offered.

“Yes! Rum was quite proud of that. He can’t usually think of puns.”

Gold shifted, lifting up a foot experimentally. Forte ignored the hint.

Fine, then.

When he looked at Belle, she was staring at him, biting her lip.

“What?”

She shook her head. “I’m happy you’re here.”

Gold managed a nod. “I’m happy I’m here, too.” He tried to flash a smile. He hoped she didn’t mistake it for a grimace.

“Good.” Her gaze was intense, scorching.

Unable to bear it, he looked down at the cat, still on his feet. Her tail brushed his legs. He heard a timer go off.

“Belle,” Rum called. “Can I have a hand?”

“Take a seat, if she’ll let you go, the little monster,” Belle said cheerfully.

“I’ll pour the wine,” he said.

She shot a smile over her shoulder, disappearing into the kitchen.

He lifted his foot again, and Forte accepted he was serious this time. She slunk over to the couch, jumping up to the cushion gracefully before plopping down.

Gold had just filled the final wine glass when Belle came back. She set a basket of dinner rolls on the table, along with a bowl of salad. “He wanted to make buttered cabbage,” Belle said. “Apparently it’s a good side dish for this in Scotland, but I put my foot down.”

“Thank God for you, Belle French.” He pulled her chair out for her, making sure she was quite settled before taking his own seat.

Rum chose that moment to appear, dish in hand. He set it proudly in the center of the table, removing the foil with a flourish. All Gold could see was a white top,even except where a fork had been run through to create a swirling effect. The peaks were a crispy, golden brown.

“Shepherd's pie,” Rum announced. “Though I couldn’t get lamb on such short notice, so it’s actually cottage pie.” He shrugged. “Still good, I hope.”

“Still good,” Gold agreed, feeling his mouth water. Sizzling ground beef, cooked with onions, peas and carrots, drenched in a rich brown gravy. Then topped with a thick layer of creamy, buttery mashed potatoes. He hadn’t had it in years.

Rum was indeed a good cook. He scraped his plate clean, full from having second helpings.

“Was there something specific you had in mind for after dinner?” Gold asked, taking a sip of wine. The bottle was empty; an easy thing to do when split between three people.

Belle and Rum shared a look. “What do you mean?” Belle asked.

“Rum mentioned a late night. I assumed that meant board games. You seem the type,” he said warmly. Gold had been looking forward to it, honestly. He hadn’t played anything of the sort since before Neal moved out. “Something tells me you’d make a worthy opponent at Scrabble,” he said to Belle.

Belle shot her husband a look, who was looking intently at his wine glass. “He told me he had lost his nerve.”

“Sorry?” His heart stopped in his chest. This wasn’t supposed to be about a deal. That’s what Rum had said.

She seemed to read the disappointment in his face. “My husband and I owe you nothing of monetary value, Gold. We have no intention of changing this.”

“All I can offer are things of monetary value.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Rum muttered, staring at the legs of wine as they cascaded down his glass.

Belle cleared her throat. “I do actually have Scrabble, somewhere. And we have a deck of cards. If you’d like, we can certainly find a game to play. But we were thinking of a group activity of a different nature,” she said, licking her lips. His eyes followed the path of her tongue, and she smiled, wide and sultry.

“Ah?” His brain short-circuited. She couldn’t be implying what he thought she was. He looked to Rum for help, but he was staring at his wine as if trying to boil it with his mind.

Belle took pity on him. “Join us for a night.”

“A night.”

She nodded.

“Of sex.”

Another nod.

“Only one?” He asked before he could stop himself.

That got Rum’s attention. His head shot up, and he put his glass down with more force than necessary, almost knocking it over. The beginnings of a crooked smile played on his lips.

“Doesnae have to be.”

“Let’s see how we like it, first,” Belle said reasonably.

Gold didn’t ask why, out of every other sorry bastard in this town, they chose him. He didn’t question their taste or their eyesight. Instead, Gold nodded. Yes, a night with them was everything he had ever wanted.

Belle swallowed the last of her wine, head thrown back as she drained her glass. Gold followed the line of her throat as she swallowed, finally feeling like he was allowed to look.

“Leave the dishes,” she said to Rum. She scooted her chair back, holding out her hands to them. “And let’s go to bed.”

OOO

From there, it was easy.

Gold followed them into their bedroom, Rum being careful to shut the door behind them so Forte couldn’t get in to interrupt. The room was just as tidy as the rest of the apartment, with stacks of books on every conceivable surface. The bed was queen size, and he liked the thought of them three of them sharing the space. He hoped they’d let him stay for a while, after.

Rum cleared his throat, drawing Gold’s attention.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, quiet, almost shy.

Gold licked his lips.

“Yes.”

Before he could blink, Rum’s hands were on either side of his face, his thumbs brushing his cheek bones before his mouth collided with his. He started sucking on his bottom lip, causing Gold to whimper. Rum’s hand slid up, brushing through his short hair while the other ran along the back of his neck before settling in the space just above his collar bone.

Gold’s own hands were clutching the sides of Rum’s baggy shirt, pulling him closer and closer. As his tongue pushed past his lips, one hand cradled his jaw, turning his head slightly so he could push inside for a deeper kiss. Rum moaned happily, trying to suck on his tongue.

When they finally broke apart for air, Belle grabbed his head, turning it so she could kiss him deeply next. He leaned into her, almost stumbling before catching himself on her shoulder. Expecting the fabric of her dress, he was met with her bare skin. Gold broke the kiss so he could see.

While Gold and Rum had been busy necking, Belle had taken the time to undress. All she wore now was her lingerie, the dark blue silk making her skin almost glow.

If Gold hadn’t been hard already, seeing her chest, her belly, her legs, would have undone him completely.

“Oh,” he breathed. He kissed her again, feeling her smile. She undid his tie, then started to unbutton his shirt, slowly leading him to the bed. Gold didn’t have his cane, he couldn’t remember where he had left it, but it didn’t matter with Belle and Rum there to guide him forward.

When he was laying down on the bed, Belle kissed him again, pushing his back into the comforter as her mouth ravaged him.

He lifted his hips so Rum could pull off his trousers, then socks, and Belle finally got him to shrug out of his shirt. She eyed his chest hungrily, like he was dessert.

Belle went for his throat then, sucking and licking the skin there. He moaned as she worked lower, nibbling across his collar bone. Gold’s hands reached for her, wanting to fill his hands with her creamy skin.

“No touching,” Belle decided, giggling as she grabbed his arms, pinning them to his sides. She lightly bit his nipple, the breath of her laugh skimming over his wet chest as he gave a jolt.

Rum kissed his hip bone, before taking off his boxers. Then he was bare and achingly hard. Now free of all his clothes, splayed on his back, there was no friction, no barrier, to keep him sane. Just consistent, blazing want.

“Rum,” he groaned as Belle continued to kiss, lick and bite his chest. “Please.”

Rum shrugged out of his own shirt, was undoing the zipper on his jeans. Gold watched them fall to the floor before he stepped out of them. His eyes came up to settle on Rum’s bulge.

“Please,” he said again, voice hoarse.

Rum made eye contact. His eyes jumped to Gold’s cock, bobbing and thick. Then his hands were on the inside of Gold’s thighs, pushing his legs apart so he could settle between them. Gold saw a flash of his pink tongue before his mouth had swallowed his cock whole.

Gold yelped, his hips jerking upwards sharply. Instead of gagging (Gold had an apology already at the ready), Rum groaned. He pulled back so he could suck the head, then swallowed him down again.

Rum moaned blissfully around him, hallowing his cheeks as he sucked. Gold whimpered, desperately trying to keep his hips still. But fuck, he was good at this. After a few minutes of bobbing on his cock, Rum swallowed, taking him deeper until he hit the back of his throat and his nose was pressed to his pubic bone.

Gold grit his teeth, not wanting to come yet. But it was hard, impossibly hard, when Rum’s mouth was so hot, so good. When Belle’s hands were skimming up and down his sides, tortiously slow.

She looked down at her husband, hungrily sucking Gold off. Her eyes were blown out completely, and she wet her lips. Almost absently, she pinched Gold’s nipple. He whined high in his throat.

“He’s so good with his mouth, isn’t he?” she said, voice low. “God, that tongue.”

Gold could only whine, and keep whining as Rum sucked harder.

“I’m there,” he tried to warn him. “Fuck, Rum, I’m—“

Rum pulled back, but he kept the head in his mouth and used his hand to wank him off. Gold came across his tongue, panting. Closing his eyes, he sunk further into the soft bed, trying to catch his breath.

“Save any for me?” He heard Belle ask.

“Sorry, love,” he said, and Gold heard a smacking of lips.

“No, you’re not.” They kissed. Belle moaned; she could taste Gold on his tongue. Fuck.

“You can have him for round two.” Rum rubbed his thighs, using them for balance as he leaned forward and gave another kiss to Gold’s hip bone.

“I’m holding you to that.”

There was the soft sound of fabric gliding against skin. Gold felt the bed shift as Belle straddled his hips, legs on either side of his thighs. He opened his eyes when Belle kissed him; she was gloriously bare. His arms wound around her shoulders, a hand burying in her hair, keeping her in place.

He expected Rum to come close, but instead he backed off. Instead, he moved behind Belle. Gold felt a wave of molten heat go through him at the thought of Belle being fucked by her husband while she lay over him, panting in his ear as she took it deep and hard.

Wanting to entice Rum, Gold ran his hands down her soft sides, over her rump. He gripped her where her arse cheeks met her leg, his pinky and ring finger over her cunt lips, and he held her open, on display. She was already so wet, he had to let go so he could get a better grip.

Belle hummed, pushing her breasts into his chest and sticking her arse up, giving her husband a better view.

“Like this, Gold?” she asked, sucking on his neck. He hoped she left a mark.

“Fuck,” Rum breathed, his eyes drawn to her open cunt. “Oh, Gold, if only you had this view.”

“Describe it to me,” Gold said.

“She’s so wet and pink. Fuck, Belle.”

Her breath caught, and she pushed her arse back. Gold guessed Rum was using his fingers on her.

“You’re so wet. Did you like that, watching us?”

“Of course.” She wiggled, spreading her legs wider, bringing her knees up as best she could. Gold spread his legs again, too, helping to keep her open. “You two look amazing together. So beautiful.”

“What else?” Gold asked. He felt fingers skim from Belle’s thighs to his. Rum cupped his balls. He gasped, feeling a thumb press into his perineum, then down to circle around his anus, before coming back up.

“And here’s you, all spent. I did that. You taste so good, Gold. I want to suck you again.”

Gold moaned as Rum pressed his soft cock against Belle’s heat. She was ready and wet and perfect.

“Fuck, I can’t wait for you to get hard.”

Belle whined, trying to get the angle right to move her clit against Gold’s pelvis. “You said I got him next.”

Rum laughed. He let go of Gold so he could run his hands over the back of Belle’s thighs. “I did. Do you want to fuck her, Gold?”

He hissed an affirmative, hands leaving imprints where they still held Belle open.

“Should we wait, Belle? Let him have you first?”

“No, God! Rum! I need it now,” she begged, wiggling. “Fuck me now.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Yeah, I’ll fuck you.” He let go, eyes turning a bit more critical so he could figure out the position. “Close your legs, Gold, so I can fit,” he ordered, softly. Gold happily acquiesced, and he watched as Rum settled behind Belle, his knees pressing into the bed in between theirs.

Slowly, he guided his cock into his wife.

Gold let go of her arse, hand moving to tip her head up, searching for her eyes. “Look at me,” he murmured, wanting to see the moment she was filled up.

Belle bit her lip in bliss. Her eyes widened slightly when Rum bottomed out. He leaned forward so he could kiss her shoulder, giving them both time to adjust to the position.

“Good?” Rum asked.

She shuddered when she pushed her hips back into his, her clit sliding along Gold’s pelvis beautifully. “Oh, that’s perfect,” she breathed, eyes locked onto his.

“I’m not going to last,” her husband warned, pulling back before fucking into her.

Belle moaned, grinding onto Gold as she leaned into her husband’s thrusting hips. “Neither will I.”

One hand in her hair, the other gripping her upper arm, Gold held his breath as he watched her. She was stunning, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes clouded over with lust.

“Are you going to come, Belle?” Gold asked her. “Does he feel good inside you? Fuck, I bet he feels so good.”

Belle could barely nod. “Deep. Hard,” she panted. “Almost there.”

Her breath caught, and she clenched hard on Rum’s cock, slamming back against him, then stilling. Her orgasm triggered his, and with a grunt, he emptied inside her, hips stuttering.

Gold pulled her down for a kiss, and she went happily, boneless and sated. Once Rum caught his breath, he pulled out, flopping down beside Gold with a sigh.

Belle tucked herself against Gold’s chest, watching her husband cool down beside them.

The silence that fell on them was easy and soft, broken only by the occasional pawing of Forte at the door.

When she mewled, Rum looked up, and it seemed like he might let her in.

“Not yet,” Belle said. “I was promised round two.”

She pushed herself up, looking down so she could see where she had been rubbing herself against Gold’s pelvis. Rum’s spend seeped out of her, slicking her way.

“Fuck,” Gold breathed, unable to tear his eyes away.

It didn’t take much longer for Gold to harden again, helped by Belle’s skillful hand. She wasted no time in mounting him. She slid all the way down his shaft. She pumped her hips, delighted at feeling him so deep.

She was so wet; so hot and wet and already filled with cum and it was a good thing Gold had climaxed once already because he wasn’t sure how he would have lasted otherwise.

As it was, he was happy to watch as Belle took him for a ride. Gold’s attention was quickly drawn to her breasts, and he watched them bounce up and down. He wanted to suckle them, feel their weight in his hands. He hadn’t paid nearly enough attention to that part of her yet.

Rum moved so his head was laying on his chest, fingers circling one of Gold’s nipples as his eyes were glued to the area Belle and him were connected. As Belle moved up and down, Rum began to kiss and nip at Gold’s pecks, then his rib cage, his abdomen. He circled his tongue inside Gold’s belly button, making his stomach clench and his hips jolt. Belle’s moving hips kept him from being able to go down any further, and he sweetly got her attention.

“Lean back a little,” he requested.

That meant she stopped moving against him, and Gold moaned in protest.

“Like this?” She was spread open again, thighs wide, hands supporting her weight where they rested on either side of Gold’s legs.

“Exactly like that.” Rum latched onto her clit and sucked. She gasped, hips bucking hard against Gold’s cock.

“Fuck, Rum,” she said, clenching.

They set up a new rhythm. Belle worked herself up and down Gold’s cock while Rum sucked at the base of him, and Gold did his best not to utterly combust. Belle ground down when she got to the bottom, and Rum’s tongue flicked up to meet her.

The closer she got to finishing, the closer she stayed, and soon all she was doing was grinding back and forth on his cock, Rum latched to her clit.

Gold’s legs spread in answer to Rum’s searching hand; he felt it close around his balls and his hips jolted in response. Fuck, but that was heaven; Belle riding his cock while Rum played with him like he was a pair of ben wa balls. He moaned, low and deep and long, when Rum tugged them down, then up against the base of him, squeezing.

His hands gripped Belle’s hips tightly as he held her against him and emptied himself into her. He couldn't even moan; she’d taken the breath straight from his lungs.

With a final but heartfelt, “fuck,” Belle clenched, thighs shaking in aftershock. Gold would forever remember the blissful smile on her face as she came on his cock.

Before she could fall over, and it looked like she might, the poor lamb—Rum was there to wrap her in his arms, and help her down. Rum pulled down the comforter with no help from them, but soon enough, they settled into bed, curled into the sheets on either side of Gold. Rum kissed his neck below his ear, entwining their legs as Belle happily murmured into his chest.

“Do you need another one?” Gold asked into Rum’s hair.

He felt the smile against his neck. “I already have everything I need.”

Gold was still boneless when he finally looked at the clock; it was late but not terribly so.

“When do you want me to leave?” He didn’t want to ask, but felt he should. Besides, he didn’t think he could manage a round three. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he felt satisfied and content in a way he hadn’t in years.

Rum mumbled something unintelligible, legs tightening around Gold’s, face pressed harder against his shoulder.

“Don’t leave,” Belle murmured, moving closer herself. She blindly tried to kiss his cheek and missed. “In the morning, Rum will make tomato on toast.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said, not needing to be convinced.

In the morning, he’d wake to Forte’s tail flicking in his face and Belle wearing his shirt, Rum still curled into his side, but for now he was content to sink into sleep.

#rcij #rumbelle fic #Rumbelle Christmas in July

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serendipity | namjoon

serendipity n. the phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for In which you are a university student working at a vintage/book store, and Kim Namjoon is a tad clumsy.

college/university!au

pairing: kim namjoon/reader (gender not specified in fic!) genre: fluff!!! just a wholesome read in general word count: 1.9k warnings: none, unless you need a warning for namjoon being the cutest clumsy dork note: Happy New Year!

Taking a 2021 leap of faith by posting my first fic ever, and it's for the ever lovable Kim Namjoon of BTS. This has been sitting in my WIPs for so long, but I'm glad I finally got the guts to just sit down and finish it. This fic is just a short happy little thing that I wanted to welcome the new year with, so I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

May this year be much, much better for you all. Thank you for clicking on this tiny thing, and enjoy!

[crossposted to AO3]

The day begins like usual.

You wake up at around seven in the morning. It takes a few groans and some burrowing under the covers before you reluctantly leave the comfort of your bed to get ready for another day of school. Today is Thursday, you note. Just one more day after this until the sweet, sweet embrace of the weekend.

On Thursdays, your classes begin at nine in the morning and end at three in the afternoon, after which you walk a few blocks down the street from your university to your part-time job at the little vintage shop right across the convenience store.

It’s owned by a pleasant, middle-aged lady with a love for collecting antiques, trinkets, books, and other unique finds she’s stumbled upon in her numerous travels around the globe. She often drops by the store when she isn’t away on another trip, waltzing in through the front door, clad in her signature ensemble of an expensive silk headscarf, a flowing floral dress, a pair of vintage designer boots, and a pretty little purse that magically fits everything and then some.

She’s like a real-life Mary Poppins—that is, if Mary Poppins had the aesthetic of a suspiciously rich 50-something lady whom you can usually find day drinking at some obscure Spanish restaurant. You don’t really know where she gets the money to own all that she does and travel five times each month (A small vintage shop at a university area surely wouldn’t make that much money, right?), but you don’t need to know. The elusiveness is part of her charm.

You met her one day as you were intently reviewing every single item on the shelf to score some hardbound anniversary edition copies of your favorite classics for cheap. She had noticed you frequenting her store, and finally offered you a part-time position due to your sincere—albeit novice—appreciation for quietly valuable things, and you said yes on the spot. It meant extra money and a 20% discount to your favorite shop, after all.

The walk to the store is short—a five-minute stroll along pretty rows of old brick apartments and quaint ice cream parlors and small restaurants with cuisine ranging from Japanese to Mediterranean. Your usual brisk walk becomes a leisurely pace today, thanks to the rare early dismissal from your Contemporary Asian Art elective, your last class of the day.

Breathing in the fresh afternoon air and looking up, you take time to admire how green the trees are at this time of the year. It’s calming to watch the leaves sway gently with the breeze, giving way for sparse rays of the sun to illuminate patches of the ground like tiny twinkling stars. Your eyes absentmindedly scan the sidewalk for the bits of sunlight that pass through.

The day feels brighter and kinder when you’re not hurrying, you think to yourself.

The mellow tingle of the chimes interrupts your reverie, announcing your arrival to the shop.

“Hey!” Taehyung, your co-worker, greets you with a smile as he packs away a small stack of readings and notes in his messenger bag. “Got a big exam today so I may have to go a little sooner, is that okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Good luck on that test!” You smile back, taking a seat behind the counter as you review the day’s transactions so far. “Wow, that’s a good number of purchases today—and it’s only three p.m.”

Taehyung swings his bag over his shoulder and ruffles his already messy black hair. “Right? Oh! Remember that really handsome guy I told you about? Broad shoulders, cute smile, even cuter laugh? The one from my English class?”

You give him an enthusiastic “YES?” in acknowledgment. Taehyung has not shut up about him all semester, but it took just one chance encounter on campus with “really handsome guy” to prove to you that “really handsome” was a gross understatement, and that if you were in his position, you’d never keep your mouth shut either.

“He came by this morning. Must’ve left his magical touch on the store.” Taehyung pauses, wiggling his fingers around to illustrate his point.

Taehyung’s silly action makes you snicker, but the gravity of his statement hits you all of a sudden, causing you to widen your eyes in response. “Wait. You mean I missed him!?” You frown in disappointment, and Taehyung gives you a sympathetic nod. “Damn. Well, at least he bestowed enough magic to help you survive that huge exam.”

“Not just survive it; I’m gonna ace it.” Taehyung winks. “And hey, I’m certain Mr. Eye Candy’s left enough magic in the store for you, too, out of his kindness.”

“When you finally get the guts to ask the guy out, tell him thank you!” You laugh and give each other one last wave before he skips to the exit, almost bumping into a customer who has just entered the store. They bow to each other in apology.

“Good afternoon! How may I help you?” You stand up from where you’re seated to make yourself available to the tall boy in a black cap and blue shirt. Funny, you haven’t even seen his face yet, but you already think the denim is a good look on him. Not a lot of people don’t look like a joke in denim shirts, but even fewer people are blessed with the ability to look amazing in them. The first customer of your shift, whoever he is, is one of those people.

He takes clumsy steps through the entrance, retreating the arms that pushed the door open back into his pockets. The cap on his head, however, is doing nothing to help you get a better glimpse of the boy who has kind of piqued your interest.

Then he topples over a whole stack of books on display up by the front of the store. Now you’re really interested.

As he picks up a couple of books from the floor, the “SALE” sign beside also falls with a muted thud when it hits a hardbound copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. He looks up from where he’s knelt on the ground, searching for someone to whom he can address more of his profuse apologies before standing up in shame, waiting for the cute person behind the counter to approach and also maybe but hopefully not reprimand him for his stupidity.

“Oh, shit,” you hear him whisper in panic. “I am so sorry about that. I’ll fix it.”

He tries, at least.

His eyes meet yours as he straightens up, as if to admit defeat against the on-sale books still on the floor. You’re chuckling, walking towards him and effectively pretending you are not the least bit fazed by the stranger’s slightly obscured puppy eyes and mild panic and how he towers over you while being as threatening as a lost child.

“Need some help?” you chuckle again—out of nervousness more than anything, if you’re being honest—and he reciprocates shyly.

“Sorry about this.” He gives you a sheepish smile as he adjusts his cap and scratches the back of his head. It’s quick, but it’s more than enough to give you a perfect glimpse of his handsome face: timid eyes, full cheeks, and a guilty smile boasting of a dimple on each side.

You lag for a moment upon the unobstructed sight of him, but almost immediately catch yourself. A brief clearing of the throat and you begin picking up the books sprawled on the floor between the both of you. He quickly bends down to try and be of assistance, picking up a few and checking to make sure he made no damages to any of the copies before returning them to the display rack.

You both reach for the dog-eared paperback edition of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being at the same time, and you could’ve sworn a sudden spark jolts you the moment your hands meet.

He’s the first to look up. The boy in the cap waits to meet your gaze as you blink to yourself a few times before deciding to check on said boy in front of you. Now it’s your turn to say sorry, and you’re not really even sure why. Just felt like speaking would help make this less nerve-wracking for you and your now pounding chest.

And then he snorts. It’s not even supposed to be a pleasant sound, but it tickles your ears and heart in a way that requires all of your willpower to keep yourself from melting into a puddle right then and there. He picks up the book, stands up straight, and looks at you—still smiling, still so attractive it honestly hurts. The softest of giggles leaves his lips, and you really, truly, die a little.

“Sorry, um…” He scratches his head. Maybe a cute habit of his? He has no real followup to that apology, so he pretends he didn’t say it and just continues with the next thought in his head.

“I’ve been looking for this for so long.” He lifts the copy of the Kundera novel in his hand.

Ah, the book. You almost misunderstand.

“I’ve wanted to own this in this particular cover, but for some odd reason, it wasn’t in any bookstore I’ve visited before.”

“Oh, well then, I’m glad you found what you were looking for here.” You smile shyly.

“This and more, really,” he whispers to himself, and you don’t quite catch it.

“That copy’s actually also our last of that novel. If you had come by on any other day it might have been gone already,” you explain, mentally patting yourself in the back for finishing your sentence without stuttering.

You fidget with your fingers, praying for a reason to continue speaking with the beautiful stranger and the courage to maintain eye contact the way he’s effortlessly doing.

“I’m glad I dropped by today, then.” He stares at you for a moment, hoping you catch just what he really means before his eyes turn into crescent moons when he scrunches his nose to give you a playful grin.

It seems that your prayers work. Without missing a beat, you find uncharacteristic confidence from within your nervous bones to respond, “I’m glad you did, too.”

“Maybe I should drop by again tomorrow,” he says, your answer giving him a boost of confidence. “And the next day, too, maybe?”

“We restock books on Fridays and Saturdays. I’m off then, so my friend Jimin will be the one to assist you if ever.” You smile, teasing.

“Hmm, how about Sunday?”

“We’re closed on Sundays.”

He purses his lips as he holds back another fit of giggles, shaking his head lightly. He has been nothing but a dork and a dumbass this whole time, and yet, luckily, it seems like it’s working. So he pushes it.

“How about I make it simpler by just asking you out right now? Since it’s your day off, how does tomorrow sound?”

You laugh at this, before coyly looking at him to say, “What makes you so sure I’ll say yes?”

“Just trying my luck, really.” He laughs, too.

“Today must be your lucky day, stranger.”

“Kim Namjoon,” he responds, perfect smile still there on his face. “My name’s Namjoon.”

“Well then, Namjoon, today’s your lucky day.”

And mine, too, you think to yourself. You hope Taehyung doesn’t forget to extend your gratitude to Mr. Eye Candy.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop by my ask for comments, suggestions, or just to say hi!! Constructive criticism is welcome, but please be kind! I'm very new to this so I would greatly appreciate kind feedback.

#bts scenario #bts imagine #bts au #bts scenarios #namjoon scenario #namjoon fluff #namjoon au #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #RM #kim namjoon #namjoon #fic: serendipity

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jjba-hell · 4 years ago

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Fate and Fortune

Part 15!

Here’s part 14- but you can catch the rest of the story in the fate and fortune tag!

Moots: welcome to the weekend @fyre23 and @risottoneroo

“It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?” She mused at Jotaro as they gazed out at the underwater scene passing them by.

Those aquamarine eyes stared with a hidden fascination that she had to admire herself- the harsh outer corners of his eyes softening just enough to not look angry for once.

“What were your study plans post- graduation?”

She couldn’t help but scoff- she jumped through hoops for her benefactor currently on the phone with his wife who turned out to be somewhat of a crouching moron, hidden badass. Her grades allowed her to probably do what she wanted but she was honestly clueless- perhaps she’d join the science scene JUST to piss off the men that told her she couldn’t. And maybe devise more of a theory on stand fever but she’d never dare bring that last one up in conversation. “If I’m being spiteful- science. If I walk out of this-“

“When.”

Her gaze moved up to meet his gaze- his eyes very sternly looking down at her. “WHEN we walk out of this and I’ve had my revenge and I mellow out I’ll probably go do something like physical therapy or something.”

The corners Jotaro’s mouth twitched up slightly. “Why?”

“Because I want to be able to stretch out my previously torn Achilles’ tendons on my own- what can I say?” She laughed at her own answer but was quickly shushed by Avdol holding a finger to his lips behind them.

Vera nodded in acknowledgement and moved over to pester Kakyoin by leaning over his shoulder as he knelt down at the fridge. “Hello Vera.” She handed her a Cola which was enough incentive for her to move along to sit beside Polnareff.

She listened intently to the conversation- trying to scrap together how Holly was doing in Japan. Turning to Avdol she whispered the question- “Was I also sick for 50 days?”

He only shook his head as Mr Joestar hung up the phone and sat down at the table. “Don’t you think it would have been better for Holy to have had someone who survived the fever at her side?”

Polnareff posed the question but she had to turn up the sarcasm. “Geez Polnareff, if you didn’t want me on the journey with you guys you could have just said so- learn to PROPERLY use a medical kit and all.”

He turned blood red to his collarbones in embarrassment- “I didn’t mean it like that at all- I just-“

“She’s pulling your leg, Polnareff.” Avdol interjected as he folded his arms in front of him. “Besides- stand fevers can vary but Vera’s was probably the shortest but most intense I had seen in many years.”

“Oh? Care to share?” She propped her head on her folded hands and her elbows on the table. “I have very little memory of the whole ordeal.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “None?”

“I mean I recall feeling I was burning alive but that’s old news.”

Avdol’s eyes often turned very dark when he was reminiscing in dark memories- she speculated he was not thinking of the emotions tied to the memories. A PTSD trick perhaps?

“Vera, you were in and out of consciousness for 3 weeks without reprieve. When your heartbeat and breathing became week I caved and dipped you ice baths in an attempt to cool down the fever long enough for your body to heal- head and all. I would however sometimes find you out of bed gasping for- well usually- water, other times you made it just to the bathroom to stick your head under the water. You remember none of it?”

“Avdol, I recall you explaining what was going on with me once and then when I got out of the fever.”

“So you don’t recall sitting up and drinking the juiced food only for you to vomit it up an hour later?”

Her jaw dropped in shock. “I most certainly don’t.”

He shook his head and that dark look in his eyes eased off. “It wasn’t pretty.”

She sat back and crossed her legs- sighing to herself. “No fever for you Jotaro? I know the rest of you were born stand users.”

He only shrugged. “How about you, Mr Joestar? Or was the... Hamon... did I say that right? Enough to keep the symptoms mild?”

“I’m afraid not.” He chuckled- still seeming to be worrying about his daughter.

“I do think your case was strange in the sense that you were hit at a time I suppose that made your resolve weak- the trauma of what Dio had done... I suppose you were convinced that your life was essentially over.”

“Well I pulled through, didn’t I? Or is this just an illusion while I’m still in the stand fever?”

It had at least gotten a laugh from the others before, of course, that jinx on the beach had caught up to her and Mr Joestar’s coffee cup erupted into a stand.

Fortune jumped out to grab the dismantled prosthetic fingers from digging into Mr Joestar’s neck. Sadly, she was too slow to catch the stand itself, though.

“Man, one trip- we couldn’t bring one trip to completion?”

“It’s Midler- the High Priestess.”

She looked back at Avdol as the all backed away from the dials. “Figured out by elimination? Or because you’ve heard of her?”

“Both?” He shrugged. But she didn’t have time to banter now. “Polnareff, may I use you for a bet?”

“Uhhh right now?”

“Yeah- I bet you can guess which dial the stand is. First guess will be the right guess.”

He seemed to click as Fortune’s dials turned and immediately brought Chariot out to let his guess do the work.

They had only gotten one hit in- which was what caused the fucking flooding to start. Their next attempt proved that Midler had learned her lesson- using that speed to steel her stand for impact. “Shit. Anyone else wanna take a swing at it?”

In the confusion they hadn’t noticed the busted surfacing machinery and with an abrupt crash the submarine had met the reef.

“Well- now’s good a time as ever to jump ship, yeah?” Vera had phased into the next room- almost on what felt like instinct which was strange, she only noted as she could hear the others having problems with the door. Did Fortune...? Was that...?

She shook her head and went ahead- to separate the gear Mr Joestar was thankfully insistent on.

They had eventually reached the room she was waiting in but when she saw Jotaro’s hands smearing blood she had to stop herself from panicking- simply sending Fortune to heal him without another word.

Vera got into the equipment- letting Mr Joestar start explaining to the others how they’ll be surfacing while she clicked in and adjusted the straps he couldn’t with one hand.

“I had the perfect hand signal.” Polnareff complained just as she moved back to Avdol- trying to make out if the High Priestess was still advancing on them but the handshake Polnareff and Kakyoin did at one another in unison had Vera question if it really was the redhead she’d been with the whole trip that was budding forearms with Polnareff as they waited for the water to fill the chamber.

“Where did you learn to scuba dive anyway?” Mr Joestar was the one to ask this time. “Oh, an expedition to Greece I had as a field trip about a year ago? You don’t recall paying? I mean I practiced at a facility in Brittain but it was an archeological dive they let me accompany.”

“You can dive at that age?” Kakyoin was the one asking this time. The water had reached just below her chest by now.

“Of course not unsupervised but enough.”

They dipped their heads under the water and as soon as Mr Joestar opened the door out, Polnareff’s regulator proved a problem. It was hard to do but for just a moment Fortune made him cough- the force being just enough to keep the stupid little stand out of his throat so Hierophant and Hermit purple could catch her and yank him out of his mouth.

Vera let Polnareff handle the battle against the harpoon before shutting the door behind him and offering him a breath from her regulator. They gave the okay sign once more before swimming ahead.

30 meters felt like nothing but of course just a measly seven meters the seabed opened its mouth and swallowed them completely. As the usual villains do, she went on a spiel about her greatness and then turned her attention to Jotaro. While she did and while Polnareff was helping him entertain the idea- she simply phased herself out to beside the face where she’d hopefully not be spotted. The face flowed red and seemingly... giggled as she got closer to the surface- the giddiness of being home being a thought that fueled her higher to the surface until the water was illuminated by the sun.

She let go of her tank, goggles and regulator- clipping it off and letting it sink so she was in her own sopping wet clothes. She dipped her head up out of the water- feeling the fresh air hit her face as she watched Midler pace around on the beach. Freaking out about their false flattery like an angry woman on the phone.

“Wait a minute... where’s the girl?”

She was about to call for all her attention with a bold entrance but she soon started to see Midler’s own teeth shatter in her mouth. Vera tiredly lugged herself closer to watch the carnage- sitting down on the rock nearby, only making eye contact with the frantic Midler once before she got knocked down and out.

“What was all that strength you were talking about again?”

Midler narrowed her eyes at her before covering her mouth in pain. The others soon showed up and with a relived sigh Vera took a good look at what she could only describe as a feeling of home. The sun had just started to rise in the east and the sight was one she’d hope to remember until her dying days.

“Welcome home, Vera.”

“Home indeed. Now- we can finally put the fucking sea behind us!”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 3 #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #muhammed avdol #fate and fortune #OC content #OC Vera

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joon-ipersgirl · 4 years ago

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O2 - “airplane”

genre: strangers to lovers!au, angst, fluff

pairing: jimin x reader (f)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: cursing

summary: they say home is where the heart is. you’re convinced yours was taken the day your father died. until you meet jimin.

you believe in love but after watching men cycle through your mother’s arms, rocky relations with ex boyfriends, and broken friendships, you no longer see it in your future. so much so, you never settle in one place long enough to create ties and call it a home, choosing a job where you’re always on the go and on your own.

a chance encounter on a flight from new york city to bali, indonesia, you meet. flustered by jimin’s flirty advances but enamoured by his understanding and good-natured tendencies, you start to fall. what starts as a work-trip soon blossoms into a budding romance, but will jimin’s secret destroy the relationship before it’s had the chance to truly begin?

a/n: whew! we made it to part two. thanks for sticking with me y’all. we get to see a little more banter with jimin. thank you again for reading and hopefully i’ll get the next part out on time for y’all. leave a comment with some feedback; i love receiving them. have a wonderful rest of your day/evening/night and thank you vi for being my editor in chief as always!

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You could only thank your sweet Lord and Savior for blessing you to fly on an aircraft that had some semblance of high-speed data. There was only so much one could do with the airplane monitors to keep yourself entertained - if the flight you were on had them. Skimming through your email, you stared skeptically at the most recent one from Michael. Hadn’t you just spoken this morning?

Y/N,

I assume that your meticulous planning has failed you for once in your brilliant life and you were late to catch your flight so you didn’t have time to check your phone as you would not purposely ignore a text from me. Gods be with you during this time - I have taken a moment of silence as I pray for your divinely placed gift to be restored upon you.

Onto more pressing matters, Julia has sent me an updated list of the things they expect to see in this video; please see attached. Because I have so earnestly prayed for your skills to be returned to you, I have full confidence in your ability to work through these minor inconveniences.

Just because I know you missed my text, I’ll say it again: remember the passion! Enjoy the moment.

Yours eternally,

Michael

P.S. Garland Sans has an exhibit coming to the MET! We must go!

You snorted. Michael was as ingenious as he was dramatic. One of the best in the management game, Michael was sought after to solve the worst of problems when regular members of his team couldn’t in his own consulting company, Callahan Consulting. His personality was infectious and made one want to strive above and beyond for his approval. It surprised you every time that you were partners and he was your manager as declared by himself. As they say, opposites really do attract.

Clicking on the files attached in the email, you groaned softly as you realized that though the wifi was available, it wasn’t strong enough to access any large multimedia files, the downloading circle on a seemingly never-ending loop. You sank further into the seat, your knees hitting the one in front of you due to the cramped economy design. Your fingers slipped easily through your short locks as you tried to stay calm. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if you couldn’t see what changes you’d made. It’s not like you’d have to potentially rework your entire itinerary for the trip the moment you landed. You scrunched your eyes shut as you tugged on the roots of your hair in an effort to quiet your increasing anxiety. The softest of touches against your knee jerked you upright.

“Are you alright?” You gazed down at the hand splayed across your leg, eyes wide. It squeezed and you finally turned your eyes towards its owner.

“What are you doing?” you asked hurriedly, tugging your headphones off. The weight of his hand, though not physically heavy, metaphysically felt like it was anchoring you to your seat and you wouldn’t be able to move it yourself even if you tried.

“Are you alright?” stranger-that-causes-you-continuous-embarrassment repeated. “You looked like you were in pain,” he trailed off, finally removing his hand. You slumped over in relief on your exhale.

“Fine,” you replied curtly. You could feel the blood pounding in your ears as you shifted in your seat. His long legs seemed precariously too close to your own in the compact space.

“Are you sure? I can call an attendant -”

“No!”

“What are you doing?” he murmured, eyebrows raised and amused. Looking like any stubby child hanging off of the monkey bars, you were clutching onto his forearm and yanking down with all your might to stop him from pushing the call attendant button above you. The muscles under his forearm flexed as stranger-that-causes-you-continuous-embarrassment lowered his arm against the armrest. You blinked slowly as the realization that you were still holding onto him traveled to your central nervous system and you let go as quickly as you’d clung onto him.

“Nothing!” you inhaled deeply. “Seriously, I’m fine. You don’t need to call anyone,” you told him sternly. You turned back to your laptop and opened your 0618 Bali Itinerary document; adjusting your plans would calm the thumping in your chest. You could handle the anxiety of trying to edit the document blindly, but handling his apparent concern over your physical well-being was another story you weren’t prepared to read. He hummed in acknowledgment and settled back down in his seat, eyes focused on the book in his hand. How he managed to fit in any seat was a miracle.

“What are you doing in Bali?” he asked casually. He didn’t look at you as you turned to him.

“Nosy aren’t we?” you replied in the same tone, eyes challenging. Your eyes met, a glimmer in his.

“Hmm?”

“How did you know I was going to Bali?” you contested.

“Well, I would hope you didn’t board the wrong flight - though you don’t strike me as the woman to make that kind of mistake,” a soft smirk graced his lips. You bit your lip hard.

“Well, I could have been getting off at the Hong Kong connection,” you said, trying to counter.

‘True, but you confirmed that you were going to Bali when you asked how I knew that. I was just assuming before,” he replied with a shrug and a soft grin. You tongued your cheek in annoyance at his observation.

“Right,” you mumbled. You yanked your headphones back over your ears, cutting off the ability to continue the conversation for both your sakes. Only 13 hours and 25 minutes to go.

Your Fujifilm camera felt light in your hands as you recorded a few minutes of the passing clouds. Capturing the changes in the sun during the duration of the flight seemed like a simple task, but balancing the light and adjusting the colors so they came through as vibrant as what they really were was difficult. These would be the first shots seen and they had to evoke the right feeling - the passion that Michael and Julia were looking for. Your passion for your work, for your art, for your life. You stifled your groan, not wanting to cause panic in your concerned neighbor again. You frowned as you stared down at the short video you’d taken; the focus wasn’t as sharp as it needed to be. Turning to the interior of the plane, you held the camera back up to your eye trying to get it to focus.

“If you wanted me to be your muse, all you had to do was ask,” he said with a chuckle. “I won’t even charge you for taking the shot.” The corners of your mouth turned down further.

“You’re not my muse. I’m trying to refocus my camera. You just so happen to be in the way,” you said matter-of-factly.

“I seem to always be getting in the way huh?” He leaned further back in his seat as he turned his head towards me, the sunlight hitting his face so gently. You bit your lip and fiddled with the AF fine-tune again. “First it was your seat, now with your shot. What are you going to do with me?” he asked with a fake sigh of contriteness. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics and took another test shot, the corner of his face creeping into the frame.

“Absolutely nothing,” you told him, adjusting the calibration once again. He moved closer as you snapped another test shot. His olive skin glowed under the mellow rays of the afternoon sun filtering in and his smile filled the small screen of your camera.

“Would you like some help?” he offered as he noticed the slight tremble in your fingers.

“I don’t need your help,” you mumbled.

“Are you sure?” he asked again. “You’re adjusting your AF fine-tune, but you’re in the wrong AF mode. Any adjustments you make wouldn’t have a significant effect if you’re shooting the inside of the plane.”

Stranger-that-causes-you-continuous-embarrassment slipped your camera out of your hands, his fingers brushing against yours, and flipped modes quite expertly as the blood rushed up your neck and into your face. The sounds of your breathing echoed in your ears as you could not believe you’d made a fool of myself in front of him for the fourth time now. Michael must have been right when he said your previous abilities had left, the stress of this upcoming project getting the better of you. It had to be.

“Are you a photographer?” you asked. He took his own test shots, double-checking his adjustments.

“Here and there,” he replied nonchalantly. “I have a few friends in the industry and I dabble in a little bit of art myself. A hobby really,” he continued, snapping his last one of you before handing the camera back. You nodded your thanks and tucked the camera back into its bag; your nerves were too shot to continue. You could probably edit the footage to be better anyway.

“Excuse me, are you Park Jimin?” An attendant appeared with a tiny cart filled with food, her petite frame barely visible from behind it. Jimin.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Here’s your vegetarian lunch, sir. Please enjoy,” she told him as she set the tray down in front of him. Her reach was far more extended than it needed to be and you internally scoffed at her not so subtle attempt to flirt. He smiled and thanked her before turning his attention to the steaming plastic bowl in front of him.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a vegetarian,” you thought aloud.

“Do you think about pegging often?” Jimin’s smile was innocent but his gaze was not. Your eyes widened comically slow as you realized what he was suggesting.

“No! Not at all! What are you talking about?! I would never -” you spluttered out, hands waving frantically in front of you “- I mean, if you’re into that, then that’s great. I’m not judging you at all!” His laugh cut off your backtracked rambling. It was boisterous and loud and filled up the entire space between us as he tipped his head back, clearly delighted by your discomfort. It hurt your ears but made your heart jump. “Please stop laughing at me, Jimin.”

He hummed an “okay” and filled his mouth with another large bite of what you assumed to be vegetarian lasagna. Your eyes fell to his plump lips as you watched him, his jaw moving almost rhythmically as you counted each chew to ground yourself into the present moment. 7, before he swallowed. It was only the tiny flicker of his tongue against his bottom lip that reminded you that you were staring at him. Again. You busied myself with the in-flight monitor screen, extremely fascinated by the current flight path.

“So, are you going to tell me your name?” You raised your eyebrows at his question.

“No, I don’t think so,” you said with a smile.

“Why not?” Your smile widened as you felt like you finally had the upper hand, something that he seemed to continuously have.

“Why should I?”

“Well, you know what my name is. I think it’s only fair that I have yours as well. What else would be appropriate to call you other than your name?” He asked thoughtfully as he pointed his fork towards you, the mischievous glint never really leaving his deep brown eyes.

“Are you going to stab me with your fork if I don't tell you?” He lowered it sheepishly. “Besides, you didn’t tell me your name, Mr. Park. That nice flight attendant did,” you said with a shrug. “So technically, fairness isn’t a part of this equation. The odds just so happened to be in my favor.”

“‘May the odds ever be in your favor’, my ass. Alright, fine.” Jimin peered around your seat, leaning over into your space while nearly knocking his food off its tray, trying to find any semblance of a clue to what your name could be. He sat back and directly faced you, almost folding his body underneath the tray table to do so. You ignored the way his knee bumped against the outside of your thigh.

“Give me a hint,” he pouted. You giggled as his lower lip jutted out.

“You’re too big to use the puppy dog face against anyone,” you informed him with a laugh. Even if it was cute. You hauled your beanie off your head and wrenched your hands through your hair.

“Just call me Clifford,” he teased. He perked up, an imaginary lightbulb going off in his head. “Elizabeth! Is that your name?”

“No,” His shoulders slumped. “But it could have an ‘a’ in it,” you commented casually. His shoulders rallied at the small hint.

“Don’t worry Shutterfly, I’m going to figure it out. Promise.” He beamed at you and you offered a half-smile in return, your attention more focused on the attendants bringing the rest of the food to passengers as you pondered over his words. Promises were made to be broken, filling you with disappointment and regret. In fact, they only served as false assists in the game of life and you’d stopped playing a very long time ago.

The cabin became pleasantly quiet after dinner was served, the passengers settling down for the night. It was cold and you were grateful for the hoodie you’d folded into your bag, the thin airplane blanket not doing much to keep you warm. Your Saipan video was pulled up on your laptop again and you longed to be in the warmth of the beach. Adele would always know when you’d been out in the sun for too long, more freckles dancing their way across your cheeks as your tell-tale sign, but it never stopped you. You smiled at the memories of busted knees and skinned elbows from being too adventurous with friends during the summer.

Nursing your cold cup of coffee, you sighed in exasperation as you felt the strong urge to use the bathroom. Of course, it would only be fair that your favorite drink was also a diuretic. You chewed your lip as you contemplated how exactly you were going to make it out of your seat without disturbing Jimin who was comfortably sleeping beside you, his arms folded and face hidden in the confines of his hood. He looked peaceful and you felt guilty for even thinking about waking him up. If you went to sleep now, maybe you could hold it? You squirmed in your seat as your bladder protested profusely at the thought. It was now or never.

“Jimin,” you whispered and gently poked his arm. Nothing. “Jimin,” you whispered a little louder, leaning closer to his face. You whimpered softly as he didn’t stir. “Fuck this,” you muttered and pushed off the blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Peeking over to the passengers behind you to make sure they were asleep, you carefully maneuvered your laptop into your seat before standing up. Jimin had titled his seat back to get more comfortable and you assumed to give himself more room - though again, you didn’t believe there was any space that could fit his long legs; they still touched the seat in front of him. Bracing yourself between the rows in front and behind you, you placed one leg in between the gap of his two and held your breath. So far so good. You twisted to face him so you could slot your second leg into the gap, bending over his sleeping frame. It was nerve-wracking to be this close to him in such a tight space and you prayed to your Lord and Savior that he wouldn’t wake up now as you’d gotten so far into your poorly concocted plan.

Just as you were slipping your left leg over and into the aisle, Jimin shifted beneath you. You froze. The strings of your hoodie dangled treacherously close to his nose. You pleaded silently that he wouldn’t wake up as you scrunched your eyes shut.

“Shutterfly?” The sound of his deep voice caused you to look down. “What are you doing? If you wanted to sit in my lap, all you had to do was ask,” he murmured as he removed his headphones and sat up straighter. Of course, he couldn’t hear you.

“I have to pee and you weren’t waking up, so,” you trailed off, ignoring his flirtatious comment again. He gave you a lazy smile that barely reached his sleep-heavy eyes. The distance between you was much shorter and you focused on keeping your breathing as even as possible.

“Hmm, you should go pee then,” he replied as he let his hand rest gently on your hip, nudging you into the aisle. You squeaked and darted from under his touch, hitting your knee on the armrest. You grumbled a string of curses and rubbed your knee as you headed to the back of the cabin, his quiet chuckles fading behind you.

The relief was imminent and you sighed in contentment as you washed your hands in the tiny sink. Under the dim fluorescent lighting, your skin looked washed out. Your eyes and cheeks were puffy from the high altitude and you tried to rub the tiredness away. You knew you should get some sleep, but the thought of accidentally cuddling into Jimin’s soft, warm body as you slept was so tempting, it was terrifying. You sighed in annoyance as you thought about your fellow passenger. He would be the bane of your existence with his deep sleepy voice and soft touches and stupid nickname.

You shut the door with enough force that you grimaced at the loud noise. It wasn’t as if you could shut all your thoughts of Jimin into that pint-sized restroom as you’d attempted to do with Tiago those many summers ago. You scowled at his memory as you angrily walked back to your seat, the pain in your knee forgotten. You tapped Elijah harshly on his shoulder but softened your gaze after realizing you’d startled him.

“Sorry, I’m in your way again.” He stepped out into the aisle to let you through, the subtle waft of his cologne moving with him.

“No, you’re fine,” you told him as you slipped into your seat and rested your laptop onto your open tray table.

“You think I’m fine?” you rolled your eyes at his dumb grin.

“Do you ever stop flirting?”

“Who said I was flirting?”

“Your entire demeanor!” you exclaimed. He hushed you and warned you to keep your voice down as people were sleeping. “Your body language, your tone, your eyes. All of it - all of you,” you finished, gesturing to his body.

“And here I was thinking you weren’t interested,” he said with the same smile. He propped his chin up in his palm as he gazed at you through his long lashes. You scoffed.

“No one is interested in you, Jimin.”

“Mhmm, I love it when you say my name.” You covered your mouth to stop the burst of laughter in your chest. He chuckled quietly and returned to his seat. “You don’t have to lie to me though, Shutterfly.”

“Delusional and dramatic. That’s quite the combination you have going for yourself, Mr. Park,” I commented as you searched for your additional Saipan clips.

“As delusional and dramatic as you are uninteresting and not flustered by me,” he shot back playfully and you struggled to keep the corners of your mouth from turning up as you kept your focus on the screen. “How long does it take you to do that though?”

“Do what?” you asked.

“Edit your videos,” he clarified, closing the distance between you again. It was becoming increasingly obvious that personal space did not matter to him.

“Oh. It depends on the project and how much material I have to work with. Sometimes I can knock out a video in a couple of hours, but other times I get stuck for inspiration or I can’t figure out this one technical aspect and it stumps me for days before I can finally move on,” you said slowing down as you realized you were rambling. “Sorry, that was a lot,” you apologized.

“No, I get what you mean. The purpose of projects will definitely define what type of style you go for. I’ve been in those spaces. No need to apologize, seriously.” Jimin rested his hand on your forearm in a comforting manner and you smiled softly at the gesture.

“Is that a genuine smile I see?” He shoved his head in front of your face trying to get a better look.

“Way to ruin the mood,” you said with a laugh. You pushed his head away gently.

“Wow, I think it is,” he continued. “Your freckles are beautiful by the way. And don’t worry about the mood, darling. I can create another one for you.” Jimin winked at you and placed a headphone in his ear.

“You’re a fool,” you informed him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“A fool in love!” he sang. “Don’t stay up too late. Gotta reset your circadian rhythm before we get to Bali,” Jimin warned. You shook your head at his concern; if only sleep was so easy. Even so, it was only 2 am back in New York. Plenty of time to nap and be up by your usual 4 am wake up time.

“Goodnight, Jimin.”

“Goodnight, Shutterfly.”

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zurilux · 5 years ago

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Vent session 4/26/20

A couple things. First, the not so serious.

I’ve been living with my parents for a little over a year now since the second year of my boyfriend’s ST program basically makes it impossible to work while doing the program. We decided to move our in with our parents to save money (especially since there’s no way I could support us and our two dogs on my own.) My parents are fine. They’re not perfect but they’re fine. I’ve realized as I’ve gotten older though just how different I am from a lot of my family. My parents are definitely products of their time. They dont believe in therapy. I go to therapy. I’ve gone to therapy since I was a freshman in college (When I could go without them paying for it/knowing about it) I’ve recently started Trauma counseling, trying EMDR to process past traumas and maybe stop some of my more toxic/ bad habits and the cycle of abuse. (my current relationship isn’t abusive but I’m scared that I may make it toxic because thats really all i’ve known or if it fails I’ll go back to the cycle)

I myself have had quite a few traumatic events happen in my life. In the last few years I’ve become pretty open about my mental health, hoping that it might help others (so no one will feel the way I felt, like I was alone etc) I think a lot of my family would benefit from therapy, as now that I am so open, sometimes my family will share their stories. My parents, like I said don’t believe in therapy, and now they also believe they are too old to be fixed. Especially my mom. Which, for me, is really saddening. My mom, when overwhelmed, will hit herself in the head. Which can make it hard to talk to her about anything serious because she also takes a lot of things super personally (and I cant blame her for that. I’m sensitive AF) and it sucks that she feels she, or her inner peace, is worth it at this point. I’ve found a lot of my family just doesn’t really seem to want to better themselves and would rather just say “This is how I am, take it or leave it”

It’s exhausting to be around people who are in that sort of mindset when you’re working very hard to be better. Trying to be happy, get my anxiety/depression/PTSD under control, process traumas....

Also. some of my traumas happened in the house, or when I was teen living here. SO, sometimes just being in this house is a struggle. Being back in this room where my ex-wife tried to kick me out and pushed me to a breaking point. Being in this room where I found out my ex-wife kissed someone else while they were deployed and decided they didnt want to be with me anymore. Being in this house where I broke down shattered, screaming and crying for the world to stop spinning, and my ex-wife yelled at me, belittled me, harassed me so much over the phone I had to get my parents involved so she wouldnt speak to me again. In this house where I had to hide so much of myself, had to pretend so many things didnt happen....Its really hard being here. especially in this time of super stress, being in Quarantine and a Pandemic due to COVID-19.

and to add on top of that, my mother has started trying to inch me out. My grandma is supposed to move in when I move out. I guess my grandma is hounding her, so in turn, she’s hounding me. Even after I have explained that COVID has messed with my boyfriends program, and my planned summer vacation. Originally he was supposed to be done in June, and we had a FL trip planned in Sept, so we’d move out after our FL trip, to save money, and hopefully not stress the dogs out. (moving to a new place and then all of a sudden your parents are gone for 8 days might be a little much for our pups). Depending on when he started, and how much money I saved, and if my coworker would be moving in with us we could possibly move in August, gives the dogs a month to adjust to their new surroundings before we would move. BUT, now....he may have to do a summer term, to make up for the lack of ST time in ORs at different hospitals, which means he wouldn’t start working in June, he may, depending on how they do their summer term, not be done with his program till July or August...and obviously he needs to work, for at least a month or two before we could move. also, we don’t know if we’ll be able to travel to FL in September, THere isnt really a point in going if Disneyworld and Universal aren’t open/fully functioning. soooo....a lot is up in the air. The added stress of my mom constantly asking when I’ll be moving out is not helping my stress level at all. It’s irking me more than I thought. I didn’t want to admit quite how much it bothers me. oi.

Secondly,

probably a month ago now...or a couple weeks I’m not sure (time is hard right now ya’ll) our dogs started fighting. Very suddenly. We’ve had Carbon since September 2018. Frank (Jake’s dog) and Carbon have never fought till this point. I’m not sure what changed because they both have lived with me (Frank and one of Jake’s parents’ dog dont get along, so he had to live with me) the entire time I’ve lived at my parents house...It seemed like we were making progress, we were able to have them out in the same room without any trouble for a few days recently. (previously we had been crating one, and switching them out about every 4 hours if we were both home) They do fine on walks together. they seemed to be doing okay, but then another fight happened a day or two ago...Jake’s suggestion is to remain living separate. I’ll move in with my co-worker, he’ll either move out on his own or with a roommate with Frank.

to backtrack, Carbon is a almost 2 year old pit/lab mix. He was a rescue, I got him when he was 5 months old. He’s fairly mellow for his age, but he is 2, he’s young and playful. Frank is a 6/7 year old potato dog (he’s short, a little long and has a round/barrelesque body, supposedly a chihuahua, pug, staffy mix. He isn’t fat either, its solid mass. He’s older and grumpy. so maybe he just snapped at Carbon’s youthful shenanigans. They both are very much daddy’s boys. they may have fought over his attention (now that they see him more, he has been basically quarantining at my house ) it’s kind of impossible to know.

I don’t like the idea of living apart. I’m needy. Plus, for a majority of our relationship we have lived together already. Jake is not only my boyfriend but also my bestfriend. I’m very physically affectionate, and Jake kind of sucks at texting...Also, I’m worried that our schedules wont line up. I work M-Thurs 6:30 am to 5pm. his ST schedule could have him working 12 hour days, he could have to work on my days off. having him spend the night once a week is not enough for me, if I can help it, most of this year that’s all I’ve been getting and its been awful (Quarantine has changed that but, thats special circumstances) We already were only supposed to live apart while he was finishing his program, and now we may need to live apart another year...or more...for the rest of Frank’s life, unless Carbon passes suddenly I guess...thats a long time. I get that he doesnt want to crate them “forever” if we lived together. and if we wanted to go on a trip, we’d need specific people to help us, to be sure no fights ensued or whatever, if someone gets bit...it’s over. I understand that...it might not be fair to “crate and rotate” them for however long we need to and neither of us is giving up their dog....I thought maybe if we could get a big enough space maybe it wouldnt be so bad. we could kind of section them off away from each other...(this past year its been me and the 2 dogs in like maaaaaybe 500sq ft) but finding that might be difficult in our price range...especially since we’ll be renting and probably moving to Portland (which is expensive) it’s causing a lot of stress for me...my anxiety is causing me to overthink. Like. is this somehow a sign that we shouldnt be together? He and I got together before i was even officially divorced (granted he was supposed to just be a confidence boost, not actually a legit relationship..but we fucked up and fell in love) and he has broken up with twice over our three years...the second time really wasnt necessary because he was trying to take care of me, to not cause me to be miserable during his second year of school when he knew I wouldnt be able to see him much and that I am needy, but we ended up doing what I had suggested...which is what we are doing now..being together but living apart. sigh. I don’t know. It’s a lot going on right now. I’m not a fan....everything is super stressful as is...and now all this too...oi oi oi. sigh. it’ll work out somehow...right?

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drowseoftaylor · 6 years ago

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i want your ice cream (roger taylor x reader)

Summary: the reader and Roger spend a hot day in the pool together ;) based off the song “Ice Cream” by MIKA please listen if you haven’t it really gives the vibe this fit is trying to give off and it be a straight BOP. lyrics are in bold

Warnings: fluff?, swearing, smut (18+ for SURE)

Author’s note: Thank you so much for all the support on my writing so far you guys are the best. I hope you like this one. remember I love to hear your feedback and requests are forever open. love xxx alright now lets hit it

The laughter of children and the sound of strangers riding around in white square trucks handing out sweet treats to kids fills the air in the town that Roger and you decided to settle down and buy your house in. Summer was in full swing as it was mid July and the UK was in the peak of it’s heat wave. The grasses in all the people’s lawns turned bright yellow while they were either locked in their houses freezing in the air conditioning, or subconsciously trying to drown themselves in the coolness of their pools. Which is exactly what you were trying to do on this 102 degree day.

When I hear that sound, I know what’s coming ‘round

Thirty-nine degrees, too hot for the bees

The grass is turning yellow

Streets are slow and mellow

The faucet keeps on dripping

And the clock, it keeps on ticking

You get off your pool float and try to swim some laps in the pool. When you feel cooled off enough you decide to lay your beach towel on your deck and try to soak up the blazing hot rays in an effort to get somewhat tan, as 90% of the year, you were shaded by clouds and rain. Classic England.

As you stretch out and hear your radio softly playing the summer hits in the background, you sigh in content and place your arms above your head and slightly cross your lower legs. Your ribcage moving up and down with every breath.

Soon, tiny beads of sweet start to form in the crooks of your neck, down your chest and on the tops of your thighs. You shift uncomfortably and try to just focus on your tan and somehow enjoy this unbearable heat.

After about five minutes it starts to become too much and you start to shift to get up and dive in the pool again, just until a familiar voice startled you.

“Don’t go anywhere baby, I’ve brought you something.” Roger said walking over to you with nothing on but a round pair of sunglasses, his short blonde hair matted to his forehead with sweat, pink swim trunks, and him holding two ice cream cones and a bucket of ice with two wine coolers inside.

“Ooo, what’s all this?” You say propping yourself up on your arms and he bends down to give your lips a quick peck before sitting down at the edge of your towel and putting the ice bucket beside him and then handing you a cone.

“You looked so hot and flustered out here. Thought you needed a little cooling off, yeah?” He says flashing you a quick smile and licking a long stripe of the vanilla on his tongue which causes you to giggle.

“Thank you, Rog. That’s very sweet.” You say running your hand down his chest and eating your treat.

A few minutes pass of mindless chatter and the slow eating.

“I feel like it’s mocking me..” You say narrowing your eyes and turning your head to the pool while putting your sunglasses back on.

“Who’s mocking you?” Roger says putting down his ice cream and moving in between your two knees, sitting on his own.

“The pool! I feel like it knows it’s so cool, and I'm so hot. it’s just unfair.” You say giggling to yourself and looking up at him.

Roger ignores your comment and slowly adjusts your legs so you are leaning on your elbows and your legs are bent while he wraps his hands around your knees and delivers a chaste kiss to your left then right knee.

“Oh yeah?” He says while delivering kisses all down your thighs as he hunches himself over your legs, causing you to move them down. At this point, you forget about the vanilla cream you were once eating and it starts to slowly drip down your hand and eventually down your arm. Roger giggles and he kisses a sweaty patch between your boobs.

“God y/n, your body is sweltering with heat.” Roger says. Right after this comment, his hand slips down your thigh and grazes over your real heat through your now again damp bikini bottoms.

“Mmm yes, baby. You have no idea how hot I am.” You say throwing your head back and taking a deep breath in.

Roger hovers over you and starts hungrily kissing and sucking only our pulse point on your neck and his knee rubs at your core causing you to grown and squish the cone you surely have forgotten about causing a crunching noise.

This causes Roger to look up and a smirk forms on his shapely lips. He leans down to your wrist and licks a thick stripe from your middle finger all the way down your elbow, collecting the sweet vanilla on his tongue before swallowing. You watch him with desire, the heat becoming even more present around you. Your senses start to heighten and the smells around you grow stronger. The smell of the plastic of the pool floats baking, chlorine from the bright blue pool, and the sweetness of the vanilla engulf you as you smile at your blonde boy.

Then, he moves down between your legs and you prop your legs back up and lay flat as you drop the cone on the scorching deck next to you.

Roger hooks a finger on the inside of your bikini and pushes it to the side. He looks at you with hunger and desire and he then blows a cool breath onto your now dripping heat and your groan with anticipation.

“Roger, please...” You say as a hand finds his sweaty hair.

He then takes his tongue and again licks a fat stripe all the way up your folds and circles lightly around your clit which causes your back to arch slightly and your breath to catch in your throat.

Suddenly he sits back up on his knees and he places his hands on your inner thighs and pushes them apart in front of him, causing your head to shoot up in surprise.

“What the fuck?” You say wanting, no, needing more.

“Y/n, have I ever told you that you taste like ice cream? So so sweet, baby. You’re my favorite flavor.”

He smirks and your eyes fall heavy at his words. God, he made you melt.

The swimming pool is laughing with its shiny, bright blue teeth

Laughing at my body as it’s sweltering with heat

The smell of colored plastic baking in the sun

Sweet just like frustration, my senses on the run

After he says this, he moves his hand away from your knee and grabs a large ice cube from the bucket.

“Let me try to cool you off, princess.” He says with a smile and his eyes dart to your core. With one hand his slips of your bottoms and places the cube between his teeth.

He starts at one end of your folds and moves the ice cube with his mouth up your throbbing core and when it reaches your clit he swirls it around the bundle of nerves and you let out a long moan and grasp his hair tightly.

“Fuck, Roger more please.”

Your moans are making him insatiable and to see the glistening of your sternum is making him so very hard.

He brings the ice cube up further and brings it all the way past your belly button and past your upper abdomen as he brings it to both your nipples through your thin bikini top and swirls it around each one, him and you groaning as he does so.

Then he takes the cube out of his mouth, “Open up, baby.”

You part your lips and he drops the cube in you mouth and then instantly latches his lips to yours and as you make out, hands go everywhere and the cube starts to melt. Roger then pulls apart and smiles down at you.

You didn’t know if it was early onset heat stroke or just confidence that hit you, but suddenly you were on top of Roger straddling him grinding your bare core harshly onto his hard on through his swimming trunks.

“Babe, I'm too hard for this. Y-you gotta stop, I’m gonna-” His speech is cut off by a loud and shameless moan as you speed your hips up harder and his hands find your hips and he presses his fingers into them hard. Him forcing to keep his eyes open to watch you bounce.

“Oh yeah, baby? What’re you gonna do if I don’t stop? Hmm?” You say teasing and starting to grope yourself through your top as Roger loved seeing you do that whenever you were on top of him.

“Ahh fuck! I-I’ll cum, y/n, I-” He screws his eyes shut and suddenly you stop and pull down his trunks just enough so his hard on slaps against his stomach and you take the base of his length in your warm hand and start to pump him hard and fast, watching his reaction.

“Come on, Roger, cum for me. I want your ice cream.” You say with a devilish smirk.

Roger throws his head back and nothing but harsh moans and groans come from his lips as you egg him on, the pleasure becoming unbearable for him.

“W-where do you...w-want it? Tell me p-pretty girl.” He says his pupils blown wide and sweat dripping from him, his abdomen absolutely sparkling with sweat.

“I want it melting on my tongue. Come on, give it to me. All I want is more.”

And with that, Roger painted your face and mouth with himself and his whole body shook with pleasure as he let out choked sobs and balled up the beach towel beneath him with his fists. After he came down you laid beside him and pulled his trunks back on, along with your bottoms. You clean your face up too, after Roger admires his art work.

“I think we’re gonna need more than an ice cube to cool us off after that.” You say laughing and placing a kiss on your face.

“Mmm, yeah. But you know what?” Roger says looking at you with his ocean blue, constantly nodded eyes.

“What, babe?” You say with a lazy smile.

“Tell me, do I taste like vanilla, too?”

I want your ice cream

I want it lying in the sun

I want your ice cream

I want it melting on my tongue

I want your ice cream

I want it, whatcha waiting for/

Ice cream, every bite

All I want is more

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Y’all. I hope I didn't ruin ice cream for you haha. my original intention was for this to not be so filthy but whatever. I hope you guys like this little summer thing I am doing. Hopefully I won’t go to the for this. I've for sure read worse. anyway, let me know what you think! <3

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geekygoddesss · 6 years ago

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Australia

Summary: A sunny day in Australia for the Holidays.

Words: 5k

“How long?” I asked for the fourth time today, already feeling my knees tremble and the weight on my hand becomes heavier. I only carried a big umbrella and a backpack on me but it’s starting to feel like if I had something heavier after some solid thirty minutes of walking around the middle of nothing.

“Almost there” I heard Jack, my boyfriend’s brother say as he led the group.

“Liar” I accuse, looking down and adjusting my hold on my backpack as I pushed myself to keep walking “I don’t believe you anymore Jack, you’ve tricked my like thrice today I refuse to believe you”

He doesn’t really answer to me this time like he would usually do, using some good old sarcasm and trying to play with me like always, this time he just smiles back at me and winks in my direction.

“C'mon!” He says laughing “I was playing around, this time is serious” he tells me, only that after so long, I don’t know if this is true or not.

“Blah blah blah” I roll my eyes, looking down at the ground and gathering my best energies, I was at the verge of giving up.

I feel a hand touch my lower back, a familiar touch that made me stop in place and look back, behind me there was my boyfriend, my very tall and handsome boyfriend dressed in some very suiting basketball shorts and a gray t shirt, In my opinion very attractive. I looked at him with a soft smile, but he looks a little worried. he goes to grab over my hand and I follow his motion, until I see he isn’t actually going for my hand and I take a step back, he is not going to be carrying anything for me, not this time.

“The offer is still up, I can carry you” He says softly as he grabs my wrist and pulls me into him just a little.

I smile to him, step on the tips of my toes and leave a soft kiss on his cheek “I’ll take it in count, but I think I can last a bit longer” I assure him, keeping up with my pace and dragging him with me.

Today was one of those days when the Hemmings family had those kinds of jitters, the ones were they were starting to get a little anxious staying at home and had this sudden necessity of going outside to the real world, which was not something too weird, this usually happens when Luke comes over for vacation, all of them would get this sudden eagerness to go somewhere and make the day different, have a family moment and enjoy life, those were the best kind of moments. So when Jack showed up at our door with a bunch of beer packs and a lot of food packed in the back of their car, I did not find weird at all, and that could only mean one thing, Beach day, today was a day of pure disconnection from real life.

Now we are here, walking around in the middle of somewhere in Sydney and making our way through some isolated valley where I could not see a beach at all, If I was honest at all, I was starting to doubt a little bit on if there was a beach around here at all.

It was just five of us this time, not the usual eight that would form his whole family but it feels just right. It was just us, Luke’s brothers and Celeste, Jack’s girlfriend, the usual team we would form every time we wanted to go out without any parental oversight that could become annoying, again, this was just right, we are the perfect team.

One way or another, I do understand why they choose this place, after all, they are the locals, they know where to go. It all made sense once we made it out of that valley. It only took about thirty minutes walking with some heavy equipment on us and just about two minutes of whining from my part in order for us to get here and It was totally worth it, this place was just beautiful. The best part of it all was that not only it was just stunning to the simple look, but it was also empty and nice. The perfect place for all of us to just spend one normal day away from society and people.

The ocean was so blue, the palm trees were everywhere and they were the greenest I have ever seen, the sun was burning hot around the place and the only sound around was the sound of the ocean, it was just perfect, not one human being around except for us, if this was not beautiful I don’t know what is.

“Oh pretty” I say, looking around and admiring my surroundings.

No matter how many times I visited Australia, it always surprised me for good.

“Right?” I heard Luke say beside me, hugging my shoulders with his arms and pulling me into him to kiss my cheek softly.

“Let’s settle up guys” Ben says, already eager to sit down and probably grab a beer. I get him, I was wishing for that as well, I’m not going to lie.

So that’s exactly what we do, we settled up the perfect place for all of us to hang around. First I set up my umbrella and then another one, so we wouldn’t roast under the hot sun too quickly, then Luke was in charge of the music and the drinks, set up the cooler somewhere and pulled out drinks for everyone, we laid some towels down, chose a spot for ourselves and got all settled down for the day. It was just as relaxing as I was expecting it to be.

Once our little place was all ready and waiting for us, I just couldn’t wait to make myself comfortable. I sat down under one of the umbrellas and leaned my body into Luke’s, who was waiting for me with open arms and putting a beer on my hand as I made myself comfy, just like in heaven. I let myself let out one perfect and long relaxed sigh as I hear the music starting to play and every muscle on my body leaves all the tension.

“Since when do you know this place?” I ask them all, as I slide on my sunglasses and stare up at them “Looks a little hard to find”

Because it was, no joke, one of the hardest places to find that I have ever been, it was like a hidden gem that only locals knew. Thank god they were, I love this way too much.

“It is” Jack says, sitting in front of us and grabbing his beer “we used to come here when we were children, mom loves it”

Luke nods, looking down at me as he said “Because it’s like the only beach that doesn’t get crowded Really fast” he explained with a shrug.

Jack smiled “Exactly” he said pointing at his little brother, to then raise his beer and saying loud and clear “cheers”

“Cheers” We all repeat before leaning in and clicking our beer bottles and calling it a day.

Our full disconnection started now and there was no person in this world that would keep us from that.

From now on it was just way too easy for us to start up our relaxation moment right. We all picked a spot, changed into our swimsuits and chose what to do first as our reglementary beach activity. Some opted for having a snack, or going for a walk, going for a swim and those fun stuff, but on my side, I chose something a little different, I just put a towel on the sand and decided to lay on it, not before covering myself up with a bunch of sun screen and sliding on some sunglasses, today I was planning to bronce up.

This is such a strange activity for me, since I never bronce, ever. It could seem a little weird because of the fact that I am currently living in LA, place where the weather is nice most of the times, but I just don’t always have the time for it, not like now. It felt a little weird to be so directly in the sun and I couldn’t help but think right now how excited I was feeling for hopefully walking out of here with a new golden tan skin that would be worth wearing for a while, being so pale tired me down a lot, I needed a change.

I count about five songs since I first laid down here under the sun, my feet move slightly to the beat of the sounds and I can’t help to let out a quiet humming come out of my lips, my breathing feels heavier now but I am careful to not fall asleep here, however, this is just what I wanted… total peace, I am very grateful for that.

Just went the sixth song starts to play and everything seems to turn a little mellow, the reflection through my sunglasses goes way darker and there’s a sudden cold breeze on my body, totally unexpected and kind of weird. I seem alarmed for a short second, now afraid that it was some cloud or maybe worst… a rain cloud, I slide up my sunglasses and take a peek, but for my luck it was nothing like I was thinking, just Luke smiling face staring down at me.

I want to smile back, but instead, before I can even think it through, there’s a small whine coming from my lips and my head is being thrown back a little as I slide my ear pods off.

“You’re covering the sun up” I pout, looking up at my boyfriend with some clear and big puppy eyes.

He chuckles, pouting back at me “I don’t want you to burn” he says innocently.

“I’m too pale” I whine back as I sit up and move him aside just enough but before I can get to feel the sun again, he scoots over to the side and covers the sun from me. I frown “Luke please” I say trying to move him over, but he’s considerably stronger than me. I give up quickly.

And even when my only wish right now is to bronce up at least a little bit, he still has that smile on his face and doesn’t seem to mind me being annoyed at him.

“I don’t get you okay? You were roasting me and yourself for being literal walking ghosts and now you are taking away my only chance to bronce, what is wrong with you?” I say, sliding my glasses off as I look up at him, who just chuckles and squats over me until we are at the same eye level.

“but I love when you’re all Casper the ghost along with me” he says, going over to caress my hips and squeezing my sides. “Let’s go swimming”

He suggests, I feel his thumbs caressing softly on my skin and I just relax.

“Hmm” I sigh, leaning over him and kissing his cheeks, then the corner of his mouth and his lips “Can I have five minutes with the sun?” I ask softly, once I know I have his attention and could use it to my advantage.

He smiles over my lips, closes the space between us shortly and then lets out a clear “Nope” to then lean over my lips and steal and deep kiss from me.

I throw my head back in a whine “Please?” I say making a pout, he chuckles and leans to kiss me again.

I have to say, there is not much I can do right now, because I am truly a sucker for his kisses, so as he moves his lips over mine and very subtly slides his tongue into the kiss, I seem to go in a trance and before I can even notice, I am throwing my hands around him and keeping him there with me, I could do this for the rest of the day without a problem.

He leans in deepens the kiss and pushes me back a little, his hands go to grab my legs from down and before I even notice, he is lifting me up in the air and pulling me off the kiss to throw me over his shoulder.

“Please!” I yell in surprise, repeating my last words and causing him to laugh.

“I asked nicely” he excuses himself, walking directly towards the sea.

“You’re mean” I say in a childish tone and touching his back, trying to get his attention “Luke, No, please just five minutes, put me down” I beg.

“You’d rather five minutes sunbathing than expending extra time with your loving and extra handsome boyfriend?” He asks sarcastically, I didn’t know if I loved that from him.

“I mean, if you refer yourself as extra handsome again…” I tease.

He fake gasps and lifts his hand to give me a playful and shameless slap right on my bum, thing that could be embarrassing if someone watched, but to our luck, no one was really paying attention to us right now. I gasp, let out a big laugh and proceed to do that in return since he was about to play that card, but apparently, he just decides to ignore me now.

He keeps walking and walking until his feet start touching the water and he doesn’t let go of me until he is a couple of inches in there. The water looks clear and foamy, under this sun it definitely looked like somewhere I’d want to swim in and with this weather, I wouldn’t mind a swim at all.

“The water is fantastic” Luke informs me once he stops walking and now finally makes a move to set me down.

I hum as my feet finally make some contact with the warm water of the sea and into the ground.

“Oh yeah” I smiled looking up at him “nice”

He grabs my hand and laces our fingers together, diving me into the depths of the sea and away from everything. This was something that felt special, it was going to be the first time I ever swam with him on the sea, but not only that, it was going to the first time I ever swam with him on a sea from his hometown, first times were always special and this one was no exception at all.

We kept moving into the sea until the water touched our chests and the top of our chins until we decided we were far enough from the ground and it would be a good place to settle down. I smile and swim towards him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder and pulling him closer to me, holding him by my side. As a total reflect my body makes a move in the water and without me even noticing, I am hanging on him like a Koala and pulling him into a soft kiss. It felt really nice to be alive right now.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a chuckle, apparently feeling a little weirded out by my climbing on him.

“I don’t like to touch the bottom,” I say, scrunching my nose as I talked. He smiled back and moved his hands to my hips “you can hold me, right?” I ask, kissing his cheek.

“Sure” he says with an assuring tone “Like this?” He asks, to then move his hands down and down until both of his palms rest carelessly and directly on my ass.

I smile “Sneaky” I roll my eyes, moving my hand down and reaching in to move his hands out and back to my lower back. “keep your hands where they are mister”

His eyebrows go up in fake surprise “Is that a warning?”

I smirk “Kind of” I shrug, playing with the ends of his curls on the back of his neck “your brother might be watching” I whisper, leaning over his lips.

His eyebrows raise up high and as he looks down at me, he smiles and says “And?” He says, joining our lips shortly.

“And I don’t feel like making things difficult for you” I tease, making my touches even softer and more tempting.

“Difficult?” He chuckles, raising up his eyebrows “Interesting, I’ll take that in count” he nods, kisses my lips one more time and moves back a little “why don’t you like to touch the bottom?” He asks, changing the topic.

I shrug, leaning back a little to look at him a bit better. “Well, it’s basically a peeve I have since I was a kid” I explain “I’ve done it, of course, but- I don’t know”

I chuckle and he laughs at my statement, I know it was kind of odd but it’s something that has been in my head since I was a kid and was not going away anytime soon.

“I remember hearing about crazy corals in the surface that can be dangerous, I don’t wanna risk anything” I continue, shrugging a bit and hugging myself to his body.

“I see” he nods “I’m taking that risk I guess” he says, sneaking his hands over my bum again and kissing my cheek “I’ll protect you”

I blush a little, chuckling as I roll my eyes at his shameless move “My hero” I say, kissing his nose shortly “also, I don’t want to step on the fish” I keep going with my story, looking down at the clear water and watching the small bodies move around and touching our skins ever so slightly.

He laughs, doing the same as me to then assure me “They don’t mind” he said being too sure of himself.

“But I do” I pout “We’re already invading their house anyways, we shall not kill them in such a stupid way” I say being way too serious as I hug myself to him even more “Australian commandments if you will”

He looks at me weird, like if my mind was just thinking a bunch of crazy things that barely made any kind of sense with anything. So he just takes the time to admire my face for a couple of seconds and kiss my forehead without really answering to any of the craziness I was saying, he just kisses me, rubs the tips of our noses together and says.

“You are adorable” he says, in a soft voice that is very suiting and calming.

“Thanks, I guess” I chuckle, leaning my head on his shoulder and resting.

His body was very tall and his shoulder raised a good couple inches from above the water, so I take the chance to rest a little and relax, to the sound of his voice, the motion of the ocean and the extreme calm that surrounded us. I was feeling very comfortable with everything right now and I would not change a thing from this moment.

I loved being like this with him, ever since I saw him after the tour, we’ve hardly had any moment to just stop and rest, just the both of us, alone. Between other interviews, school duty, studio duty and a full and uninterrupted flight to australia plus two days of rest, thinking about any time to just catch up seemed impossible. Now we were both together and closer than ever, it was our moment of disconnection and relax.

He rocks us around softy, swirling us around the water. We talk about everything and nothing, trying to catch up after all of these months of not seeing each other, even when we never stopped talking while he was away, but still we still missed a thing or two while being on distance, we needed a moment to really get to know what was going on in our lives and make our bond bigger.

He starts telling a story and I stay quiet, finding extremely pleasing the sound of his voice, like it’s the only thing that can really keep me relaxed right now and it’s the only sound I want to hear, his voice it’s so smooth and suiting. It’s like the voice of an angel. It almost feels like we stay like that for a really long time, the sun seems to shine brighter and our fingers start to wrinkle just a little, but just when his story started to come to a climax and I was starting to wonder more and more about what could have happened. He stopped, for what feels like a full minute and I can’t help to be concerned, he never does this.

I stop and turn to look at him in the eyes, he is quite and all he is doing it’s looking around, apparently being too distracted by the looks of the sea today, it was beautiful. He feels my staring on him and looks down, I give him a smile when his eyes make contact with mine and kiss his check. Whatever is up with him, I just want him to remember everything is okay and it is our moment to relax, he should not feel stressed, at least not now.

“Is it weird that I want to stay like this forever?” He asks, holding me closer now and looking at his surroundings.

I smile a little, looking around just like he did before to get the full picture. “Like this?” I ask, looking around as well as I scoot close to him just a little “You mean, in the ocean, the two of us?” I ask with a sassy tone, both of my hands behind his neck. He nods and gives me a smile but doesn’t really say much. “That’s not dangerous at all” I answer, shaking my head and waiting for him to elaborate, because I know he will.

“But it would be so fun” he says right after when he catches on my slight interest. “Like, imagine, when midnight comes and we can see those glowy things in the water, like the ones in Life of Pi” he says, now really picturing a full, beautiful and kind of disturbing image.

I laugh, not only because this is one of those crazy and totally nonsense thoughts he sometimes but also because this was the kind of moments that made realize how much I loved his mind and how random it came to be most of the time. This boy is crazy.

“Oh my gosh, and we see the manta rays just chilling around those, maybe a couple jellyfish” I say, following his lead as he holds on my hips and I lean back, extending my arms over the water and letting my body float.

“And turtles, definitely turtles” He adds up, I nod energetically once he mentioned it, his picture just grew to be even better. I wait for him to add something up, but he lets one small silence float between us, he thinks, he is reflecting. I see he is actually willing to send a message, just not a dumb picture. “No, I mean, you and me, the beach, a couple of beers, some food, my guitar, home” he says, his voice becoming nostalgic and softer as he says “I feel home”

I smile softly. I can see what he is saying, he feels wanted, loved and happy, after all of these months of being everywhere and just all over the place, basically 1000 miles away from any kind of stability, he was already missing the feeling of being in one place and call it home, at the end of the day, he was all about that, he just wanted to be able to stay in one place surrounded with the people that he loved and relax, that is home.

“You are home” I mention, leaning forward and brushing the tips of my fingers with the curls that touched his neck, barely covered in water.

“Yes but, right now, I feel… home” He says softly, looking around the place and pulling me closer.

I look around as well, just like he does. I see his brother right there, kissing his girlfriend on the lips and hugging her close, then I look at the other side to see his oldest brother, laying under the sun with Luke’s guitar on his lap and playing a little bit of it, trying to get some notes right, then I see us, finally together after the longest time and hanging out, enjoying life and celebrating love. Then I look at the bigger picture, we are together in his hometown, with his family and in the place he loved the most, this is truly what his concept of home was and he was not willing to let that go just yet, he wants it to last a bit longer before real life came to visit and he had to leave. It was hard but it’s what we had, we all had commitments somewhere.

“I know you do, I can see why” I say after a moment of silence “this is a beautiful and calm, Isolated, you love it” I speak, leaning closer to him until the space between our bodies was minimal.

“I think I want to stay here forever” he whispers, taking advantage of the closeness and making this more personal.

I raise an eyebrow funnily. “So you can get a tan?” I say, just for the sake of taking out some tension from him.

He scoffs, shakes his head a bit and says “So I can walk around the beach naked, it’s my dream” he states, showing me this half smile that I loved so much.

“oh, that’s an interesting context” I say, acting as if I was really thinking about it, I take a solid thirty seconds, look him in the eye and say “I’m down”

He looks at me with surprise in his eyes, lets out the biggest sigh out of his lips, almost in relief and spins us around in the water, making my hair dance around the surface of the water.

“Yes!” he celebrates, leaning in to kiss my lips “I love you” he says, making our lips touch for a small second and then doing it again.

“I love you more” I giggle over his lips and peck them again.

He goes in a clear trance the moment I kiss his lips for the second time because he is now holding me close and kissing me even deeper as the seconds pass and I love it with every bit of me. I caress his cheek as he goes on and his tongue slides between my open lips as our kiss grows. This is just a small sample on how much he is actually having fun being in this place, he loves being here with me and wants to enjoy every single second of it.

He separates from our kiss, leaves a small peck on my forehead and keeps looking at me with some sort of sweetness on his eyes, he is adorable.

“In a serious note though,” he says in a softer voice, looking around him one more time and saying, “I think, I want to stay here longer”

I knew this was coming sooner or later, I was waiting for him to bring it up but he knew this was kind of difficult to do. It was not as easy as it seemed to be.

I sigh, lean my head to the side and ask “What do you mean?”

“I mean” he says, continuing with his statement “Maybe we should stay for the rest of the week” he says softly, leaning forward and kissing my lips once “and maybe after that, and then after” he keeps saying, pecking my lips after every word and continuing our kiss as he went on, I just stay still, really processing his entire idea before coming to a conclusion. It was not that easy as it looked like.

“Mmm, why aren’t you kissing me back?” he whines a little, stopping in track and pouting.

I sigh, I hate to be the one breaking his brand new idea and enthusiasm but someone here had to be objective and clearly, he was not going to be the one doing that right now. Sadly I had to step on his way and remind him, we both have responsibilities to take care of.

“We can’t stay for that long” I say, shaking my head a little as I start thinking “What about Petunia?” I ask.

“She can stay with Cal a little longer” He says as the quickest solution he can find.

“but he’s coming to Sydney too on Friday” I remind him, just for his information.

The deal was just a week in Sydney, we weren’t ready for longer than that.

“I told him he can leave her with my ex” he says, smiling to me innocently, which makes me think, he had this planned this whole time, this is not just casual. Sneaky.

“Your ex is crazy” I laugh in disbelief at his crazy out of the solutions.

“Not with Petunia she isn’t” he assures me with a voice that tells me he is too sure about it. “Relax, babe, chill. This is the perfect moment, we are already here, no pressure for coming back anywhere, you have no school in a long while, My apartment is right there for whatever we need” he says, pointing forward to emphasize his point “So we are going to stay for the next week and a half, have a lot of fun, we can even get on a little getaway if you want to” he says, making it sounds incredibly tempting and kissing my cheek “It will be amazing” he assures me once more, hugging me closer.

I think about it for a second. Maybe he was right, after all, we are already here, I have no school for at least another month and a half, he had some kind of a break before the tour started and we would be earning ourselves a ton of time for ourselves, it would be perfect.

“What about your meetings?” I ask, just to make sure.

He frowns a bit and looks at me weird “What meetings?”

I chuckle “The kind of meetings you’re always late to, also the ones where you kind of need to discuss so you don’t end up touring on our anniversary or my birthday” I mention, rubbing our noses together and keeping our contact going. If we were going to do this, I just wanted to make sure we weren’t leaving aside important events.

“No, those I won't be having for a while” he says, being way too sure of himself now “We won’t be touring for a while, you know that” he says, I feel his thumbs caressing my skin softly under the water.

“Studio duty?” I ask then, again, just to make sure.

“Nothing I can’t do from here, not like I'm staying here forever” He chuckles, shrugging.

“Just a whole month” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes a little. But then I think about it, I really think about it. He was completely right, we had nothing to lose, staying here for a while would be good, there was no harm in that. So I straighten my back, look over at him and mumble a quiet “Okay”

His eyes widen and his smiles grow. “Okay?” he says in form of a question.

“Okay” I chuckle, nodding my head and kissing him. “Let’s do it”

He laughs in pure joy, squeezed my thighs softly and asks “Are you serious?”

I nod energetically “Very” I say, kissing the bridge of his nose “But only if you really walk around the beach naked, if not, I'm leaving” I say sarcastically.

If I didn’t add some kind of humor, he would never in a million years believe me. This is how things rolled between us.

“You got it” he says in the most enthusiastic tone ever, kissing my forehead and assuring me “It’s going to be the best vacations on the history”

I smile, nod at his words and kiss his cheek. If said they would, it’s because he really means it. He was committed to making this the best vacation ever, so I would help make that happen, he was excited about it, so I will gladly be part of something that makes him this happy. I will follow him through anything if it makes him this happy.

“I know they will” I nod, looking straight at him in the eyes before saying “Because I’m with you”

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eating for two.

special chapter to the baby dont stop series

warning/s: suggestive (mutual masturbation)

It’s been a year and a half of being married the one and only love of your life and it’s been nothing but a dream come true.

Both of you fell into a routine of waking up together, Taeyong would cook breakfast for both of you while you take a shower. Eating together and then he takes his turn in the bathroom while you do the dishes.

You work at the same company; the same nine-to-five office job, but at just different departments. After work and going home, you’re in charge of dinner and he’ll be the one to clean up.

And of course, depending on how draining the day was, you end the night by making love; relieving each other of the stress from work, reminding each other of your love, or as you’re secretly hoping for; making a baby.

Taeyong is in no rush to have a kid, and you’re not either, but it would be nice to have a mini you and/or mini him running around soon. You’ve been long off your birth control and investing in a lot of skincare to keep your hormonal acne in check when your period comes around. At one point, you’re starting to think one of you could be infertile at how you’re still not able to get pregnant. You even made sure to go rounds after rounds on the day you’re period tracker tells you you’re on your ovulation period.

And then it happens.

One early morning, you woke up feeling sick and ran to bathroom to throw up. You don’t want to jump to conclusions, but as you’re trying to find reasons as to why you’re heaving the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, you just couldn’t think of any. Your period isn’t due until next week either.

Taeyong was at a small gathering last night with friends and had a drink too many that he’s completely wiped out; he didn’t even budge when you threw his arm off of you to run to the bathroom. As you tuck yourself back in his arms, you decide not to tell him first, just in case it was a false alarm.

You’re incredibly careful at purchasing multiple pregnancy tests and hiding them where he doesn’t usually check - which is almost close to impossible because he does a lot of cleaning around the house, too, so you couldn’t store it away in the storage cabinet. You would hide it where you keep your pads and tampons, but it’s beside the hair dryer both of you use from time to time. You ended up hiding it in your underwear drawer because you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have some weird kink with panties that makes him go through them or sniff them or anything. hopefully

Another thing you had to worry about was how you were going to take the tests and wait for the results without Taeyong wondering why you’re taking too long in the bathroom. Luckily for you, he was chosen by his department head to accompany him to an out of town trip. It was a an overnight trip but it’s more than enough for you to take the tests.

“Have a safe trip, baby,” You adjust your purse on your arm before kissing his cheek. It was Friday night and they were traveling tonight to attend the conference tomorrow noon instead of waiting for the wee hours of the morning to set off.

Taeyong kisses you back on your forehead after he hands you the car keys. “You, too. Double check the locks before you go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, dad.” You roll your eyes, but you almost blush because he could very well be one in a few months.

“You’ll be gone for a day, Lee. We’ll be back by the evening.” His department head, Mr. Shim Changmin, approaches both of you. “It’s good to have a little solo time, too, in marriages.”

You bow your head at him as he’s still one of your superiors. “Of course. I’ll be maximizing my ‘me time’ this weekend.”

“I got you a few bath bombs to try.” Taeyong informs you, running his hand down your back. “They’re in the cabinet below the sink.”

“Aw, thanks.” You debate for a second whether or not to give him a peck since his superior was right there but Mr. Shim receives a call and he excuses himself to pick it up, allowing you to quickly kiss Taeyong’s cheek. “I’ll try it to tomorrow... do you want pics?”

You say it low enough for him to hear and it immediately brings a bright red tinge on his cheeks. He chuckles, licking his lips, “Well, I’d have to proof that you’re using it, don’t I?”

His hands are itching to tickle your waist, but you’re quick to pull away. “Then I will. I should go ahead, traffic will be piling up soon.”

“Take care. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. Text me when you arrive at your hotel, okay?” With one last kiss, you head home. You order food for dinner; too anxious to cook and while waiting for it, took all the pregnancy tests and lined them up on the bathroom counter.

As you wait for the results, pacing back and forth outside the bathroom; your food arrives and for thirty minutes you genuinely forgot about the tests until you had to go in wash up for bed.

You’re looking at the tests, double checking the back of their packages about what the lines and colors mean. And all of them say the same thing: positive. You’re pregnant. You wanted to cry out of joy; there’s life in your belly, a little mix of you and Taeyong. Despite the numerous tests that tell you you’re pregnant, you wanted to be extra sure and planned to go to your doctor as soon as her office opens tomorrow morning.

As you lie down for the night, the bed too spacious for your liking as Taeyong’s spot is empty, you curl up on your side and place a hand on your stomach. You know you’ve been waiting and hoping for it, but you can’t believe a baby is growing in your womb right now. You’re trying not to think ahead of it like what the gender could possibly be or what his/her name is, you’re just glad you don’t have to worry about Taeyong taking the news since you knew he wants to have a kid just as much as you do.

And as if on cue, your phone rings.

“Hey, baby, I just got to my room at my hotel.” His voice fills the room as you put his call on speaker. “Are you in bed? Did I wake you up?”

“Not at all, I just got in.” You hum, fighting off the urge to tell him the news. “Before you ask, yes, I did double check the locks. They’re closed and I’m safe.”

“Good.” He chuckles. You could hear clothes rustling and you’re guessing he’s changing out of them. “What did you have for dinner?”

“I ordered some pork cutlets and jjajangmyeon. Have you eaten?”

“We ate at a Chinese restaurant before checking in. I just had noodles and some dumplings.”

Maybe it’s all in your head or maybe it’s your pregnancy talking, but you’re suddenly craving for some soup dumplings. “That sounds good. Maybe I’ll have Chinese takeout tomorrow for lunch.”

He laughs at this, “Are you really not going to cook for yourself at all while I’m gone?”

“I will, it’s just that I don’t want to cook if my husband isn’t here to eat and compliment it.” You sigh, “I already miss you.”

“I miss you, too... are you okay?”

“Yeah. What makes you think otherwise?”

“I didn’t mean you weren’t, it’s just that... you sound different? A little dreamy? Mellow?”

“Oh... well, I did just have a nice hot shower.” You lied, “So I’m relaxed and ready for bed.”

“We should both get to sleep then, huh? Good night, baby, sweet dreams.”

“Good night, love. Sweet dreams.”

The following morning, you spend a good half an hour vomiting into your toilet bowl and the other half trying to look for something to eat that isn’t triggering you to run back into the bathroom once its’ scent hits your nostrils after calling up your doctor for an immediate appointment.

In the next hour, you’re already at the clinic; texting Taeyong and pretending to be out on an errand like grocery shopping before going through the check up with your doctor.

“Congratulations, [Y/N]. You’re definitely pregnant, about 7 weeks in.” She smiles up at you as she points out the fetus through the monitor of the ultrasound.

You have a photo taken of the ultrasound and after scheduling more check ups with your doctor and going through a list of the things you are now not allowed to do and things you should do as pregnant woman, you head back home.

You decided to run a bath, trying to decide how to tell Taeyong when he gets home. You remembered the bath bombs he told you about and took them out of the cabinet, choosing a lavender scented one. Grabbing your phone, you take a video of you dropping the bath bomb it and letting it bubble up for a good minute before sending it to Taeyong.

Almost immediately, he replies, “You’re lucky we just got back from brunch.”

It’s around 10:30 and you know the conference is at noon so you know he has time to spare. You shed off your clothes and step into the bath, sinking into warm water with a moan. You keep one arm out of the water to dial your husband and wait for the video call to connect.

Once it does, you hear the shower running on his end of the call and you see him trying to look for a place to put his phone up on. “How’s the bath bomb?”

“It smells amazing.” You show the lavender colored water; not even shy about how your breasts were on full display. “I wish you were here. We should try the rose one when you get back later.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” He sighs. You watch him step back into the cascading water, biting down on your lower lip when he tilts his head back to expose his throat to you. It was a little annoying how the camera just cut off below his abdomen; barely showing the base of his cock. “What did you get from the grocery?”

“Hm?” You’re confused for a second until you realized that was the excuse you gave him when you were at your doctor. “Oh, just a few fruits and snacks. I wanted cupcakes, though, so I might go back out later.”

“Can you get me some, too?” He looks back at you through the camera.

“Sure.”

“What are you doing after?”

You sit back against the tub after resting your phone on a stand, massaging your arms with the scented water. “I might lounge around after lunch, maybe clean up the house a bit.”

He’s washed up his hair as you tell them this, rinsing off the suds and reaching for his body wash. As he squirts it into his hand and begins to lather it, he asks, “Can I see you, baby?”

You hum, “Hm? Can’t you see me now?”

“All of you, baby.”

Oh. You sit up a bit to move your phone to the other end of the bathtub, directly across you, and move to lean back. You part your legs, making sure he can see your everything even through the colored water.

Twenty minutes later, the video call ended. He’s satisfied, you’re satisfied, the water’s cold now but your body still feels hot. When you get out of the bath and dress for the rest of day after you dry off, you feel giddy. You’re so excited to tell Taeyong about the baby and you have an inkling on how you were going to announce it to him.

After lunch and lounging around, you head back out to your favorite bakery around six to pick up a few cupcakes and drove through a fast food chain at the sudden craving for something greasy even though you marinated some meat to cook for dinner.

Back in your home, as you munched on nuggets with one hand while cradling a double pattied burger with the other, you keep eyeing the cupcakes on the kitchen counter and hope everything goes to plan and Taeyong would understand what you mean.

Taeyong announces he’s home around ten and you’re running up to him a like giddy little child, jumping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses. “Did you miss me that much?”

“I’ve been wanting to eat the cupcakes all night, but I wanted to wait for you.” You confess, which is actually true. Aside from wanting to reveal the pregnancy, all the salt and grease from your dinner needed to be washed down with something sweet - you would have opted for wine, but obviously, you weren’t allowed to.

He sets his bags aside and laughs, letting you lead him to the kitchen, “You didn’t have to wait. I was planning to eat it tomorrow.”

You stop and turn to him with a frown - almost pout - on your face, “After I waited hours so I could enjoy these cupcakes with you?”

“I’m kidding! What flavors did you get?”

Pulling the box of cupcakes across the countertop, you open up the lid, “Vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. Which one do you want?”

He hums, resting a hand on your hip and pulling you close, “Chocolate.”

You hand it to him and as he peels the paper off, you drag the remaining cupcakes towards you, “That’s yours and these are mine.”

You’re hoping he comments about it, jokingly or even passively, and he does; giving you a pout, “Why do you get two?”

You inhale deeply, looking at the cupcakes - and although seeing them up close and catching a whiff of its sickeningly sweet scent makes you want to hurl - you shrug as casually as you can, “Because I’m eating for two now.”

“Ah.” He nods, about to take a bite until he suddenly stops, mouth agape and cupcake suspended inches from his lips. He looks back at you, “You’re what?”

“Eating for two.” You repeat, swallowing your saliva. “D-do you understand what that means?”

He blinks at you for a while, gaze dropping to your stomach, and then back up at you. He puts the cupcake down and stares at you for a few more seconds. “Are you pregnant?”

You smile, nodding vigorously.

“I-” He grins, pulling you by your waist and looking back down at your midsection, “This isn’t a joke? You’re serious? I’m going to be a dad?”

“You’re going to be dad.” You confirm with a little giggle at how his eyes are just wide and sparkling.

“We’re going to be parents?” He asks once more and you’re laughing, answering his question with another nod. He picks you up, hugging you tightly and squealing along with you. “When did you find out?”

As he sets you down, you shrugged, “I felt sick the other day and I took pregnancy tests last night - they all came back positive.”

“Last night? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I had to make sure! So I went to my doctor and-” You flinch, internally scolding yourself for forgetting about the sonograph in your purse. You run over to it and Taeyong curiously follows after you. “I wanted to be very, very, very sure that I was pregnant before I told you.”

“Is this our baby?” He takes the picture from your hands and you quickly show him as what your doctor had said. “I can’t believe this.”

“Do you think we’re ready to have kids?”

He puts the photo down and takes your hands, “I do... and if we’re not, we have months to prepare.”

“Are you ready to have fat, bloated, and moody wife?” You half-joked, pursing your lips at the thought of your belly swelling up in the next few months.

“No, because I will always only have a beautiful, loving, deserving wife.” He kisses you with each description, “I couldn’t have asked for anyone else to be a mother of my child.”

“Alright.” You roll your eyes before gazing back into his eyes, “I love you.”

He scrunches his nose and gives you an eskimo kiss, eliciting a little laugh from you. “I love you, too.”

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“Wait,” You pull away from him all of a sudden, your hair disheveled and clothes gone.

Taeyong drops his head to the bed and blinks up at you, out of breath, “What?”

“I have to call you daddy before our kids do.”

“O-okay? But... in what context-”

“As in, I’ve been really, really bad while you were gone, daddy. I need to be punished.” You say in your best sultry voice, tracing the tip of your finger down his abdomen. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

He lets out a little scoff, quickly turning your positions around, “Is that so?”

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