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consistentlyamess · 5 months

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We'll see about that - Chapter 1⎮Open with me, oh, we could be honest

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pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: takes place after season 4, 18+ , MDNI, slight age gap (reader is like 2 yrs older than Steve), canon typical violence, mentions of a lonely childhood, mentions of difficult relationship with parents, underage drinking, swearing, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, slowburn

A/N: I HAVE VERY LITTLE IDEA ABOUT WHAT I'M DOING AND I'M TERRIFIED. but I did get about 10 more likes than I expected, and I've been thinking about this story for so long, that so far it's kind of flowing out of me. so here's chapter 1!!! I probably won't be able to keep this pace up, just a heads up. *hides under a rock immediately after posting* just please bear with me while I figure out what I'm doing here, I guess. idk if it's a warning or not but english is not my first language and it's not beta-d. so. it is what it is . 'tough girl' is a very conscius nod to mizz @loveshotzz who had me on. the. floor. with AIRWIY

💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!! 💜💜💜

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You woke up with a pounding headache. Sometimes they still came. Mostly like this, in the morning, out of nowhere and it takes about two or three aspirins for them to go away.

This is the first hiccup. The last time you had a headache like this, it was about finals time back in Bloomington. You just wanted to get out, you wanted it to be over, barely slept, barely ate, so the headaches were no surprise really. Then after graduation, when you were leaving one cursed town for another, you thought you left the headaches behind as well. Which very obviously was not the case. But they passed pretty easily compared to the previous ones.

The week passed in a blur mostly. You hung out at Family Video quite a lot and when you weren’t there it was mostly just getting used to the town. The first couple of days you find a diner where you can have coffee in the morning. The second morning you run into Steve.

‘Hey, stranger, how are you doing?’ He says with a boyish smile.

‘Just getting my morning coffee, trying to show this lovely town that I’m just like them, you know, coffee, pancakes, the works.’

‘Good thinking, you would be truly terrifying otherwise.’

‘You think?’

‘Oh, absolutely! 5”6 woman with a killer smile and - and I quote - decent cooking skills? Dangerous.’ He’s flirting with you but you pretend to be oblivious.

‘Well, wait ‘till you see my reward sticker collection. The lack of teachers shows, stacked up some pretty great stars and flowers and whatnot. Those kids won’t know what hit ‘em.’

Fine, maybe not that oblivious.

‘Wow, bringing out the big guns early, huh? How does one earn those stickers? Would some A-grade guacamole do the job at a dinner party?’

‘We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.’

‘Guess so.’ You reach the coffee shop and he’s opening the door for you with a sly smile. Oh, boy.

As you get to the counter, you see that a tiny brunette is already balancing some coffees and pastries there.

‘... and I’ll also take like four of the cheese sandwiches.’ ‘Coming right up! Hey, give those pastries back, I’ll get you a bigger bag.’

‘Thanks, Al.’

You don’t miss the way Steve stiffens a little beside you.

‘Having a party Wheeler?’ He says.

‘Oh, god, you scared me.’ The tiny woman said, clutching at her chest. Her big eyes and tiny pointy nose made her look very cute.

‘You know exactly that’s for those assholes in the office.’ She says with a frown.

‘I know, you looked very cute though.’ She smiles shyly at that, looking down at her feet. Oh, boy, indeed.

‘Hi, we haven’t met before-’ you reach out trying to cut the tension.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, I was so occupied with those goddamn sandwiches.’ She shakes her head and takes your hand immediately. ‘I’m Nancy, Nancy Wheeler. You must be the new girl. Robin told me all about you. Went on a tirade actually. You’re starting in Hawkins Elementary, right?’

‘News travel a little unsettlingly fast here.’ You let out a nervous laugh. ‘But yes, that would be me.’

She glances up at Steve, who suddenly finds something very interesting on the menu above the counter. He runs a hand up his neck and squints at the menu. Subtle, Steven, really. Seamless.

‘So, she told you about the dinner on Saturday as well?’

‘A little more actually, she invited me.’ She frowned again and it made you laugh again.

‘Good! That’s exactly what I was about to do.’

‘Great! She told me she was gonna bring a pie but I’m betting my left arm she’s gonna burn it, so we’ll bring a back-up.’

‘We?’

‘Jesus, what a fun bunch we are. My boyfriend, Jonathan, is coming too. But only if it’s okay with you! He's staying for a while, finally. A little socialization we’ll do good for him.’

OH. BOY. So many alarm bells go off in your brain you can’t even count them.

‘Next!’ Al shouts out.

‘Sorry, one sec.’ You excuse yourself and you count your lucky stars that it immediately snapped you out of it. You’re not sure you could’ve contained your face.

‘Hi, Al! Can I get a black coffee to go please?’

‘If you ask this nicely, you can have anything, sweetheart. Comin’ right up! Anything else for you? The muffins are fresh.’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t miss that! Please, throw one in!’ You smile sweetly and he smiles back. On another day, in another café you might have suggested something very different this guy could do with his fresh muffin but you needed this town to like you. If anything happens or if you run out of gas in the middle of the road, you need to have friends. People looking out for each other. Looking out for you. That’s what these small towns are all about, right?

‘Jesus, keep it in your pants Al.’ Steve mutters to himself and both you and Nancy raise an eyebrow.

‘Okay, I totally forgot, I have an appointment with the…’ Shit. You’re blanking. ‘... the, uh, the school counselor!’ You say a little more loudly, you’re so proud of yourself. ‘So, I’m off.’ You slap a two dollar bill on the counter and start moving toward your exit.

‘Who? Miss Kelly? Isn’t she on vacation, still?’ Nancy asks. ‘I haven’t seen her in like a week.’

‘Well, I have an appointment with someone, maybe it’s not the school counselor. I didn’t, uhm, write it down. But I’ll see you guys on Saturday, right?’ You wave your goodbye and your lungs feel less tight right away as you get out of the diner, leaving a little dumbfounded Nancy and Steve behind you. Whatever you walked in the middle of, you want no part of it. No matter how boyish his smile or homely brown his eyes are.

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Staying away proves to be way more difficult than you thought though. Robin is way too nice to say no to, and more importantly, you really like her. It also doesn't take long until you meet the other members of the party. You met Jonathan one time at the library you visited. He was with Nancy, looking for something they didn’t elaborate on. A very endearing stoner Argyle, a gloomy kid, who visited his not-a-girlfriend friend in the hospital every week, Lucas, his quippy and lovebly snappy sister Erica, a kid with the smartest mouth on him you’ve ever seen, Dustin, Will, who’s very soft spoken is really fast to become one of you favorites, not just because he’s really into art, Nancy’s broody brother Mike and of course the shy and sweet El. Or Jane. You’re not sure and nobody else seems to be either. But, hey, who were you to complain about weird nicknames? But all of that came with a lot of Steve on the side and keeping the flirting to the minimum was a real challenge. Especially ‘cause you liked it. He knew what he was doing and he was good at it. But it was impossible to miss how he softened when he saw Nancy, how something akin to hope flickered in his eyes.

It was also impossible to miss that they were hiding something. At one time Mike referred to the mall fire with air quotes and Robin immediately kicked him in the shin. Whenever Will touched his neck, everyone became tense. El kept looking around and spacing out sometimes, until Mike brought her back with a gentle tug on her hand. You’re not stupid, you pick up on these things. But you don’t ask too many questions. They’ll tell you if they want to. Or not. That’s also fine with you. Everyone has secrets and it’s not a surprise that a town like this may harbor more than one.

The second hiccup does come at the dinner though. You were nervous all day. And of course cooking and cleaning all day. You made lasagne and your favourite salad with grenadine seeds and walnuts, and some chocolate chip cookies, just to be safe. You bought wine and soda, a bunch of scented candles, you cautiously put up fairy lights, the first thing that made the place look more cozy, more yours. Your chest tightened at the thought a little. This is okay, this is your place. This is what people do when they have a place. You were just renting, of course, but the owners made it pretty clear that they’re not planning on coming back anytime soon, so they gave you the all clear on any makeover your heart desired. You didn’t know what your heart desired. Not yet anyway. You were so focused on just getting a place, any place, you would’ve taken a room in an attic without lighting. You’re a little startled by the doorbell as you get lost in your thoughts while tossing the salad.

‘Shit’ you mutter to yourself. You haven’t changed, your hair is a mess, you’re a little sweaty from all the work you’ve done and of course the table is not set yet. Great going, Peach. One hell of a first impression. Well, it wasn’t a first impression, not really, but still. The doorbell goes off again.

‘Coming!’ As you tear the door open it presents a bickering Robin and Steve.

‘... I took my eyes off of it for one second, Steve-’

‘Yeah, well the recipe clearly stated that you have to watch it very closely! Constantly!’

‘Oh, my go- Peach!’ Robin rasps as she notices you standing there. She basically throws herself in your arms. ‘I burned the pie.’ She says in a sad voice that reminds you so much of a kid who was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ‘I failed you, I’m so sorry!’ ‘Oh, honey, it’s okay! I made some chocolate chip cookies, Nancy is bringing some pie as well, we’re all good sweets, don’t you worry!’ You tell her, hugging her tightly and laying a kiss on the top of her head for good measure. ‘And next time just call me, my pies are the talk of every Thanksgiving. I can give you some tips and tricks.’

‘You’re an angel.’ Robin sighs. Above her shoulder you lock eyes with Steve for a minute. He watches the two of you with the most doughy eyes and smile you’ve seen on him so far. He waves a little and huffs out a quiet ‘hi’. You take one of your hands from the girls back and wave back to him. He keeps watching and you can’t take it. You pull Robin away, grabbing her shoulders.

‘Alright, early birds get the worm’ you clap your hands ‘which means, you guys get to help me with the finishing touches, while I go take a shower and change, because I may smell like an onion but I have so much flour and butter on me that if you put me in the oven for 20 minutes on 350º I might come back as a pie as well.’

You make them laugh with that and the little laugh that comes out of Steve makes you want to run away into the woods and scream, it's so sweet. For the love of GOD, girl, get it the fuck together. This time Robin’s prodding finger in your ribs is what snaps you out of your state.

‘You're the boss! We’re at your service, m’lady!’ she bows theatrically. ‘Band kid?’

‘Trumpet’ Steve says with a shit eating grin. Robin seems a little uncomfortable at that.

‘Figures. Band kids are always the best.’ You wink at Robin. ‘Stamina and nimble fingers. Exactly what you need in the kitchen.’ Wow, you’re staggeringly bad at this not flirting thing.

‘Well, damn. If you were recruiting I’d never even look at a swimming pool or a basketball.’ Steve counters with the beginnings of that same shit eating grin.

‘Jock?’ You ask, turning to Robin.

‘But a reformed one at that. Did some penance for his sins.’

‘By driving 12 year olds around town?’ ‘And by bringing wine and some beer to your dinner party, smartass.’ As he says it, he starts moving around you, already having rid himself of his coat and shoes. He leans close and almost whispers the last word in your ear. It makes the muscles in your neck flex. ‘So, where do you need us?’ Robin’s eyes ping-pong between the two of you so you turn around. ‘Right. Plates are in the cabinet above the sink, cutlery in that drawer, glasses are already on the counter and you have some napkins on the table already. I’ll turn myself into a human again and be right back! Don’t break anything, please, I barely have enough stuff as it is.’

Your turn to make your way to the bathroom but you still catch the sound of Robin’s swat that probably lands on Steve’s arm. They hiss something at each other, but you try not to eavesdrop more. Not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys.

By the time you make your way back, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle are all there. The letter with suspiciously narrow eyes and mellow smile. You make a mental note to ask him about that sometime. As you make your way to the table, still drying your hair with a towel, Nancy gasps.

‘Oh, my god, I love your dress!’

‘Thank you!’ You answer as you reflexively look down at yourself, before hugging her. ‘It was my mom’s in the sixties. Real flower child shit, I love it.’ The dress is almost floor length, it has a warm, orange-ish shade thanks to the thousands of tiny flowers, but it also has a dark, almost black undertone. It hugs your hips and has small buttons running up all the way on the front, top three still hanging loose, revealing some of the lace underneath.

‘Hell yeah, brochacha, I dig your style.’ You giggle at Argyle’s antiques as you hug the two boys shortly as a greeting.

‘Hey, do you have a corkscrew somewhere in here?’ Steve calls from the kitchen without turning around. ‘Uhm, that’s a good question actually. Let me check!’ You make your way to the kitchen, and plop the towel on the counter temporarily. ‘I- oh’ Steve says the moment he turns around and sees you. You’re suddenly very aware of those top three buttons. You should’ve buttoned them. ‘Wow, you, uh, you look really nice.’ He says, running a hand up and down his neck once. So, it is a nervous tick. You hope to any higher power if they're there, that you don’t blush. ‘Thanks.’ The smile you can’t hide. You know it’s there, he knows it’s there. Well, fuck. ‘So, have you checked the bottom drawer? I think that’s usually the bastard drawer.’ ‘Bastard drawer?’ He asks with furrowed brows but still not taking his eyes off of the tiny flowers. ‘My mom used to call it that. It’s the drawer you just kind of throw shit in, shit you don’t know where else to put. It's kind of rude, now that I think about it.’ You grimace to yourself as you zero in on it.

He watches you as you move toward said drawer. He likes the way the dress sways with each step you take. It’s a slow, almost magical movement of fabric in his eyes. A mix between a witch and some sort of fairy. He likes that you’re still barefoot, you look at home, even though you’ve only been here for a little more than a week. He likes the way you tuck your wet hair behind your ear as you crouch down. He likes your wet hair too, if he’s being honest with himself.

‘Uh-huh! The bastard drawer never disappoints.’ ‘Way to go flower child!’ Argyle chimes from somewhere in the living room. Steve shakes his head at that. But you can tell, he’s hiding a smile. ‘Thanks dude!’ You shout back as Steve moves towards you. You think he’s going to help you up, but then Robin storms in. ‘Hey, Peach- oh, come on, I’ll help you up.’ Something flashes in Steve’s eyes as he leans back on the counter. ‘Do you need help with anything else?’ ‘You can help me bring in the drinks if you’re up for it. The lasagne need another 10 minutes but we can have some drinks until then.’ ‘Really? Me too?’ You snort. ‘I’m not your mom, babes, of course you can.’

The evening goes well after that. You get to chatting, you talk about uni, very briefly but you mention that you had a failed relationship as well, you gush about your favourite teacher and ask them about the children of Hawkins. They tell you about the town, about how they met, how they became closer when tragedy after tragedy struck. Robin mentions clumsily that Nancy and Steve used to be a thing, which in turn makes the whole table uncomfortable. Except for Argyle, who, god bless his heart, chimes in with a ‘This lasagne is schmashing dude’. Which eases the conversation again. ‘It is really good, Peach.’ Steve emphasizes, tongue darting out to lick the corner of his lips. ‘When did you learn all of this?’

‘Well, growing up it was just my mom and me. We didn’t have a perfect relationship but she loved cooking. That was really the only thing we did together. Then she had to work more, so I had to do it on my own more and then when I was uni, it was comforting to do things we used to do together.’ You shrug a little almost as a sign that you don’t know what else to say. You do that a lot, Steve notes to himself. As well as the fact that your cheeks and chest get a little pink after two glasses of wine. Just some notes. You don’t know if it’s the wine or the fact that you haven't felt this calm, since what feels like a lifetime, but this sudden openness catches you off guard. But Robin jumps to the rescue again.

‘Oh, my god, that is so sweet!’ She squeals and she grabs your hand. ‘By the way, I never asked you about how that kind of date went?’

Now she is the one with the deer caught in the headlight eyes.

‘Duuuuude, you had a date? That’s awesome! How did it go?’ Argyle joins your inquiry. ‘Oh, it was… well, we- uhm’ she gets caught off by the ring of the phone which she seems very grateful for. You? Less so. ‘Who is- sorry, I’ll go get it.’ As you get closer to the phone, on the other side of the wall, your stomach starts to knot. No one is supposed to know this number. Maybe the school. Please, god, let it be the school. As you reach for the phone, you know it’s not the school. You’re so sure it makes you nauseous. Panic crawls up your throat, your hands are shaking but you know you can’t not answer. Normal people are not afraid to answer phone calls.

‘Hello?’ You call but nobody answers. You swallow with a big gulp. ‘Hello?’ You try again, this time squeezing your eyes shut and balling your hand into a fist. And that’s when you hear it. Breathing on the other side. You panic and slap the phone back on the wall.

‘Is everything okay?’ Steve asks and you hear the slide of a chair on the floor, and you start moving further into the kitchen. ‘I- Y-eah’ you call with a crack in your voice. You take a deep breath, trying to stady yourself. ‘Just ah, a wrong number. I’ll go heat up the pie!’ You try to think about the cold metal of the Colt on your night stand. It’s okay, you’re safe here, you can protect yourself, you made sure.

You’re already leaning against the stove when he finally catches up to you.

‘Do you need help?’ ‘No, no, I got it’ you call back over your shoulder, without turning around. You crouch down in front of the oven and open it. The heat comes rushing out but it’s still not enough to warn you. You grab onto the sheet with reckless abandon and promptly burn yourself.

‘Ouw- Fuck-’ ‘Shit, are you okay?!’ Steve comes rushing towards you as you hear the muffled sound of the others fussing in the living room. ‘Shit, come on, come here.’ Now he helps you up, one hand holding your wrist, the other settling on the small of your back as he guides you to the sink. ‘We have to put some cold water on it, so it doesn’t blister.’

You can only nod. The panic of the phone call is still at the back of your throat but now the burn of your palm feels a lot more urgent, so you will your body and your mind to work together and prioritize here. As the cold water hits the burn, you hiss and Steve apologizes.

‘No, please, it’s what you’re supposed to do.’ ‘So much for the pie tips and tricks, tough girl.’ He smiles at you a little mockingly. ‘I never said anything about kitchen accidents. You got nothing on me Mugsy.’ ‘Alright-’ Before he can really get going, Robin clears her throat loudly in the kitchen door, standing with crossed arms. ‘You guys okay in here?’ ‘Yeah!’ You say, pulling your hand away from Steve as gently as you can. ‘Yeah, just burned my hand. Nothing life threatening. But I will need someone else to put the pie in the oven for me after all.’ ‘I got-’ ‘I can do it.’ ‘Really, Robin? So, I’ll have to take care of two burns?’ Steve says, turning around with his hands on his hips. ‘Oh, calm your tits mom, I can put a pie in the oven on my own you-’ ‘Both of you can shut up, I’ll put it in.’ Nancy says as she pops in and comes directly towards you and looks at your hand with a concerned look. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Guys, it’s just a sheet that was a little too hot. I’ll live.’ Nancy nods but you know that she can see that you’re still shaking. She moves to the oven and Steve takes the opening to make his way back towards you. ‘Do you have some ice? You should put some ice on it for the night.’ ‘Hey, Steven!’ Robin calls out a little too loudly and a little too sharply. And you make a mental note to send her a gift basket because now that the panic and the pain are subsiding, you really don’t want to feel his breath on your cheeks and his fingers moving your wrist so carefully, like you’re made of glass. ‘Would you be a darling and help me open a bottle of wine.’ ‘You’re a big girl, you can open a bottle of wine on your own.’ He quips back. ‘Oh, now I can do things on my own?’ ‘It’s a bottle of wine not a piping hot oven, Buckley, there is a difference.’ They continue arguing but you can’t make it out anymore under the sound of running water and Nancy and your laughter. ‘They are literal children.’ ‘It’s cute, really. I always wanted siblings.’ You confide in her. How can you not? Her blue eyes have this shade to them. A shade that sees right through you. A shade that tells you there’s no use in lying. Or hiding for that matter. ‘Are you sure, you’re okay?’ She asks, quiet, sincere. ‘Yeah, I’ll be fine. Had much worse.’ You smile at her and she doesn’t push. You’re thankful.

You almost can’t believe it but the rest of the dinner goes by without any more accidents. You guys come close when Robin wants to cut into the pie but Steve takes the knife out of her hand. Everyone wanted to help clean up but you swatted them away, insisting that you were the host and it was fine. You pack a box of leftovers for Argyle and he’s out the door. Nancy and Jonathan are the next, thanking you and even Jonathan shooting you a smile that tells you, he really did enjoy himself. By the time you close the door behind Steve and Robin, you almost forgot about the phone call. Almost. Not even a minute passes when there’s a knock at your door again. You huff out a laugh. ‘I told you, dude, that’s all the cookies I have, there’s- oh, Steve.’ You’re stopped in your tracks. ‘I- did you leave something here?’ ‘Yeah, I,uh, can you check if my wallet is on the counter, for me?’ ‘Sure, come in, I’ll be just a sec.’ You check but there’s no wallet. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t find it! Are you sure it’s not in the car, or-’ When you arrive back he’s leaning over the small dresser next to the door.

‘Oh, shoot! You know what?’ He says, feigning a realization. ‘It was in my back pocket. So forgetful sometimes. Night, tough girl!’ You’re a little confused but that doesn’t keep you from quipping back. ‘That nickname’s gonna stick, isn’t it?’ ‘Depends. Maybe I’ll think of something better.’ He says with a wink and turns on his heels.

After locking the door you glance down to the dresser. There’s a note on the block of Post-its you have there.

I’m very used to spending nights on my own in an empty house. If something spooky happens again or you need some ‘tips and tricks’ just give me a call.

There’s nobody there to see but you still feel like you have to hide your smile by trying to bite into your lower lip as you study his number.

Fucking hell. You really should’ve finished those goddamn buttons.

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thatguywiththefaceog · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 4 Prostitution

The Owl House-Lumity plus Luz/Lilith, Luz/Hunter/Gus, Luz/OCs, Luz/Amity/Boscha

Amity needs funds for an expedition, so Luz decides to whore herself to the Boiling Isles

written for @kinktober2023

requested by anon

This story is rated E for explicit. It is for mature audiences only. All characters are over 18. NSFW under the cut.

Amity could tell they lost when Lilith walked out of the museum. Lilith shook her head, confirming Amity’s worst fears. The older witch put her hand on Amity’s shoulder as she said, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, but the board finds the whole expedition too expensive to fund. Why, they even ignored my suggestion, even though I'm the only one to successfully travel back in time! Those ingrates even-"

"Ms. Lilith!" Amity said before Lilith could go on a tangent. "It's fine. I'll think of something else."

Amity had developed a theory about other islands besides the Boiling Isles. Maybe from other titans or maybe landmass made out of rock, like Earth! But traveling that far out on the Boiling Sea would require a large crew and supplies enough to feed said crew. Which required snails. Her father didn't have as much as he used, using his talents to help people rather than charge them. And her mother… well was her mother. She had hoped the museum would provide funds, but that was now a dead end.

"That sucks!" Luz said as soon as Amity finished telling her.

"I know. Guess we're not ready to know the full extent of the demon realm," Amity sighed.

"Like he'll we're not!" Luz shouted. "If they won't give us the money, we'll have to make it ourselves!"

Amity beamed. That was the Luz Noceda she fell in love with. "Any ideas how?"

Luz blushed. "Actually, I do. I was thinking maybe I could be a hooker."

"Luz that is a wonderful idea!" Amity shouted.

"Really, you don't think I'm a pervert?"

"Oh you are definitely a pervert, but so am I. Besides I know sometimes you crave something that I lack. So yeah, I have no problems with it. In fact I think I can help. I could be your pimp, and step in when things get rough.” As she said that she made a giant fist with her abomination goo.

Luz kissed her on the cheek. “Amity, you're amazing!”

So they made plans and in about a week, Luz made her debut as a prostitute. Luz wanted a classic look, purple tube top, leather jacket, tight black mini shirt with fishnet stockings and pumps. Her face was slathered with red lipstick and blue eyeshadow. At midnight, she stood on a street corner, pretending to smoke a candy cigarette. She felt a tap of her shoulder.

"Hey baby, looking for a good- LILITH!"

"Hey Luz. Look, I feel bad about Amity’s expedition not getting funded, so I'm here to help, ah, donate what little I can."

Luz cocked her head with a sly grin. "Aunt Lilith, do you want to pay to have sex with me?"

Lilith was red faced. "I just, ah. How many snails is it to get eaten out?"

Luz took her to a hotel where the two undressed. After some brief heavy petting, the Luz went down to business. Lilith sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread out. Her pink slit shined against her pale skin. A trim bush of orange and grey sat above it. Taking a deep breath, Luz ran her tongue over her aunt's wet sex. Lilith moaned as Luz’s tongue explored her lower area; she grabbed a bit of her hair.

"Hmmm, you taste good Lilith."

"Call-Call me Aunt Lilith." She pressed Luz’s face against her crotch. "No wait, call me Cool Aunt Lilith."

"Hmmm, Cool Aunt Lilith. Cool Aunt Lilith." Luz moaned between slurps.

Lilith's hips started to buck into Luz’s face. The older witch came. "Oh, Luz, Luz, Luz!"

In the end, Luz’s face and Lilith's crotch were a mess of smeared make-up, spit, and slick.

"Thank you Luz, that was exhilarating," Lilith said awkwardly handing Luz the money.

"Thank you, Cool Aunt Lilith." Luz spanked her bare ass as she made her way to her clothes.

Lilith wasn't the only one who came. Amity stood in the closet, her tights around her ankles, her wetness dripping down her thighs as she came down from her own orgasm.

Luz’s next customer was male basilisk who wanted simple vaginal sex.

"Alright," Luz told him. "But it's double if you want it raw.” Vee had taught Luz a lot about basilisk anatomy. She rubbed the front of his crotch area until his dick started to poke through. It was long, pink, and slimy. Luz stroked him until she was sure he was fully hard.

Luz laid back on the bed while the snake slithered on top of her. His penis hit her lips. It was difficult to push in but he made it through. Luz held on to him as he got deeper and deeper.

The two got in a comfortable enough position that the basilisk could thrust in earnest. Now that the initial penetration was done, it felt quite nice actually. As the snake humped her, his tail wrapped around her leg.

Luz came first, her walls squeezing his cock. Soon she felt a warm fire in her. The basilisk came, filling her up with his seed. But Luz felt a second sensation. Something big and hard was stretching out her entrance. The basilisk had knotted her!

Luz struggled to pull him out of her. After realizing he was stuck in there, she sighed. "Every minute in there is an extra 50 snails."

"Hss fair ssss."

Luz found herself back on the street, stretching out her legs. Ugggh, she was still sore. She was greeted by a pair of familiar faces. "Hunter! Gus! It's great to see you. I can't really talk right now, I'm working."

"That’s, huh, actually what we wanted to talk to you about."

"Oooooh, are you two looking to party?" Luz raised an eyebrow while she smirked at her friends.

"Nothing fancy," Gus said.

"Maybe just a couple of blowjobs?" Hunter asked.

Amity directed the group to an old empty bathroom. She stood as a lookout while the guys took off their pants. Luz was delighted to see that they were already half hard.

Grabbing a dick in each hand, she slowly stroked them. She started sucking off Hunter, his moans echoing throughout the toilet. After a few seconds, she turned her attention to Gus. Both of them were well endowed; but Gus was longer was Hunter's was girthier. Each had hair but Gus had more.

After a bit, they started helping Luz, thrusting into her mouth and smack her face with their balls while she jerked the other off.

Hunter came first, holding her head in place while he jizzed all over her face. Gus wasn't too far behind, added his cum to Hunter's. After passing high faces all around, the guys left while Luz washed her face in the sink.

Her next customer was the same type of demon as Warden Wrath. He didn’t have lips per sa, so Luz just sorta licked his teeth and sucked on his tongue.

But what the demon really wanted to do was anal. So after the beast lubed Luz up, he shoved his massive cock up her ass. And this thing was thick. Even after his massive fingers fingered her anus, she still had trouble taking him. But Luz was a professional, so she took it like a witch. Bent over with the demon behind her, she gritted her teeth and clung to the bed sheets, but by Titan she took him.

With tears in her eyes, she felt the demon begin to thrust in earnest. Thankfully he didn't last long and busted a nut in her ass. When he pulled out her butthole was left a huge gaping mess.

After a brief visit to a healer, she and Amity were laughing about on the street corner when a familiar voice interrupted them.

"Well, the rumors are true. Amity’s pet human is a whore."

"What do you want, Boscha?"

The tricyclops smirked. "Your girlfriend. I'll pay for her to eat out my asshole. And you get to watch." She tossed a bag full of snails at the two.

Amity caught the bag. She and Luz looked at each and smirked. "Deal."

Returning to the hotel room, the three wasted no time. Luz and Boscha undressed and took the bed. Amity sat in a chair facing them. Skipping any warm ups Boscha bet over and pulled her cheeks apart. "Bon appétit human."

Luz went right in, her tongue lapping at Boscha's dirty hole. Boscha must have been really excited with how wet she already was, Luz thought. She ran her finger up and down the witch's slit. Luz stuck two fingers into Boscha's snatch.

"How does it feel, Amity? Seeing what your girlfriend would do for some coins."

"Well gee Boscha, she's just providing a service. A needed one. After all, you're the one who needed to pay someone to get laid."

Boscha flushed at that. "You dare- aaagghhh!" Whatever retort she had died on her lips. Luz's tongue had pushed deeper into Boscha's ass.

"Yeah, she's very good with her tongue. I know," Amity said. The witch stood up, pulling down her pants. She claimed into the bed and wrapped her legs around Boscha's head. Amity’s mound was completely smooth Boscha noticed as it smooshed against her face. "Eat it," Amity commanded.

Feeling really turned on, Boscha obeyed. Her tongue explored her old friend's folds while Luz sucked her asshole. The human really started working on her clit. Meanwhile Amity was really grinding on Boscha's face, the grugby player's tongue swirling around Amity’s clit.

It was Boscha who came first; her sex spasming and her moans echoing into Amity’s pussy. She collapsed onto the bed, dizzy and light-headed. Amity and Luz lunged at each; turned on by each other's dominance of their old high school bully. As the two fucked, they shook the bed, rocking Boscha to sleep.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #lumity #the owl house #lemon

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the-charlie-ryan-saga · 2 years

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How did Stanley/Andreas and Smudger/Albert become best friends? What r Andreas/Albert backstories, all I remember correctly is that Albert has a pet cat and Andreas was married?(is his partner dead?divorced?) and hates cats

I'm sorry if I'm not as enthusiastic as I used to be, I'm currently hyperfixated on TUGS, but I'm still willing to share.

I do gotta give a clear warning for alcohol use, cheating and miscarriages.

ALSO ALL AU DETAILS ARE SET IN THE 1970-80s AND SOME STORY ELEMENTS ARE BOUND TO CHANGE.

The entire thing after the cut: ↓↓↓

1) How did Stanley/Andreas and Smudger/Albert become best friends?

Okay so like, I'm gonna start with Stanley and Andreas because that's the one I have hyperfixated the most and has the most history.

Actually, Andreas and Stanley had a rivalry at first. This was mainly because Stanley was American, and honestly, both Atlas and Andreas had a distain for Americans, so yeah. Andreas worked as a janitor and Stanley an English teacher.

Andreas usually watched the other secretly, and whenever the two did get a chance to talk, it was usually Andreas acting sly and Stanley, the cranky mess he was, getting explosive and defensive.

Luckily nothing got physical, actually before anything did between them, Stanley had gotten physical with Atlas and was fired the next day.

Andreas, luckily, kept his job, and while it was lonely, he didn't mind it.

One night, however, Stanley was doing his usual nightly drinking at a pub, trying to cope with losing his job, and his overall mental health. It wasn't until Andreas came in and saw the hungover wreck, and sat next to him. We'll get into why Andreas was there in the first place later.

Andreas talks to the fellow, and while Stanley is snarky, he warms up to the guy after the two start talking for a while. They start connecting and soon enough, the two are drunk and shit and joking around.

The two talk for a bit, whatever comes into mind when you think of two drunken dudes having a conversation, and Andreas asks if he can crash at Stanley's place, and once again, we'll get into why later. Stanley agrees, mainly cause Stanley's house isn't that too far away from the pub.

So yeah, the two arrive at Stanley's place, talk a bit, joke around, and eventually, fall asleep. The next morning, when the two had sobered up, they talk for a while, and then Andreas asks Stanley if they can put the Mid Sodor behind them, and try to be friends, which Stanley agrees to.

So now, they're best friends, and when any chance, you might see them drunk as shit. Ya know, for shits and giggles.

Now let's go over Smudger and Albert's friendship:

There's not much I added onto it really, so it's still unknown. I think they sort of just bumped into each other and when Smudger was comfortable with Albert, he just exploded. He exploded with telling him about his special interest and his hyperfixations, and some of his trauma.

Albert is just there like "I may not know what this hyperfixation is, but I do share a fair love for music, and I experienced trauma as well."

Smudger just listens, and because the two bond over their own love for their own interests and their trauma, the two were like "Damn you wanna be my friend?"

I'll work on this relationship more, but as of now my heart goes to the Z Stacks. 🖤🖤

2) What are Andreas/Albert's backstories?

I'll start with Andreas's backstory first:

Andreas was born in the 1940s in UK. Unspecified month, day and place of birth. His father did work in the Royal Navy (to live up with the fact the 'War Office' Hunslet 4-6-0s were built for war, so maybe Stanley's father and Andreas's father must've met once?) and his mother, unknown.

For most of his child and teenage years, he lived a pretty decent life.

To answer you question, yes! Andreas was married, sadly now divorced. Andreas got married with a woman by the name of Amy (concept name atm) in the late 1960s/early 1970s. The two were happy, until they started arguing. The concept idea was that Amy had way too many miscarriages because Andreas's sperm count was low, but obviously, you can see why that was taken out.

One of the many factors was because Andreas always worked late. He was a janitor after all, and there had to be a lot done, and of course, Amy would always be upset because this didn't allow them to spend time together.

As the arguments got worse, so did Andreas's performance, not only socially but economically. He was so irritable at work, and followed up with Stanley's explosive behavior it wasn't a good catch.

It wasn't until one morning, Andreas and Amy got into a humongous argument, and afterwards Andreas had to leave for work. Later that night, when Andreas got back, he noticed Amy wasn't anywhere, that wasn't until he got into their room and saw Amy with another man.

Andreas was rightfully devastated, and with Amy trying to explain herself, trying to justify her actions, it just didn't make anything better. He just simply got in his car and left, driving to a place he didn't know, and that's when he decided he would drive to a pub, and yeah. MAJOR yikes on my part as this is just silly, and while yes this can happen, this just doesn't sit right with me as of now.

He stays in his car for a bit before getting out, obviously devastated and stressed. As he got inside, he noticed Stanley and - well you know the rest.

Now time for Albert's:

Albert was also born in the 1940s in the UK, mainly in Wales and once again, unspecified date, month, and place of birth.

Albert grew up in a pretty rich home, mainly due to Albert's parents being musicians and making 🅱️ank because of it. He wasn't spoiled, more pressured during his life. His parents were pretty strict on him, wanting him to get the best grades, to go to a great big college and to be as great as them.

Obviously, this caused Albert a lot of stress growing up, and some time during his college, he just got very burned out and tired.

Albert then applied as a music teacher for the Mid Sodor, but obviously wasn't a good one, as he was prone to anger and told every kid who did something he didn't approve of that they were doing wrong despite them being kids. Obviously what his parents did to him as a child.

It was also that while yes he has music experience, due to the stress and being burned out, he just didn't play well, backtracking what it said in his application.

He was fired, and after some time being unemployed, he met Smudger and yeah.

Also the cat things aren't important. Albert loves cats cause growing up he had a Persian cat. As an adult, he got himself a cat and since then it's been a comfort thing for him. Andreas doesn't like cats because of their shedding, litter stuff, and of course, the scratching they do.

Thank you for the ask. 💜

#ttte #thomas and friends #ttte human au #ttte humanized #ttte ask #ttte narrow gauge #ttte smudger #ttte andreas #ttte oc #ttte albert #mid sodor albert #rws stanley #ttte stanley

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leam1983 · 1 year

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Business Expenses

Walt was acting sly this morning and took a few minutes longer than usual to get dressed. Sarah and I were too focused on our tasks for the day to really notice - I needed to go back to the office to get the switches installed and give one of my newer colleagues a run-down of the network - and we missed the black gift boxes placed on our desks.

Walt gave me a peck on the forehead as I packed up. "Happy first week, hon," he said. "We'll unpack this tonight."

I won't tell him, but I have a few sneaking suspicions. My phone's been on the fritz for a few weeks, my Pixel 4 XL now refusing to wirelessly charge and wired charging having doubled in elapsed time. I'd bring it in to one of several shops for repairs - likely just a battery swap - but I've just never been able to justify it for myself. It does, after all, still work as intended and the charge still lasts me through the day, with no noticeable bulge on the casing.

It would be a Walt Thing to just consider a few issues with a product to be cause for a full swap, and he's exactly the type to want to underscore the first few days of a fledgeling business with the sort of thing you'd normally maybe shy away from putting on the company Visa. Considering how curious he's been regarding Android lately despite claiming to love his iPhone, I can assume he was running not-so-subtle researching attempts to figure out what my use-case is.

What I really hope is in the box is a handful of sessions with a kinesiologist; no amount of standing desk time seems to do anything for some impinged nerves along my right scapula. A day's worth of twiddling the mouse ends up hurting like a motherfucker, and I'm now cautiously sitting aboard the Daily Ibuprofen train.

#life post

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loorain · 1 year

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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Catching Up and Reflecting

Sabrina finally has some free time to meet up with their gal pals at Nyla's apartment. Nyla's toddler son, Roddy, plays on the couch by himself. First on the agenda: Telling the girls all the drama that's happened in Sabrina's life as of late.

Sabrina: ...and he just expected me to drop everything and move forward, but I just couldn't. I thought we had something special, but seeing he had an obsessive ex, I wasn't ready to deal with that. I wasn't going to fight for him.

Lakshmi: Wow, maybe you dodged a bullet though.

Nyla: I agree. No-baggage relationships are always better. But I'm sure with your track record Beau has been in the farthest corners of your mind collecting dust.

Sabrina chuckles, a sly smirk forming on their lips.

Sabrina: Oh dear friend, you know me too well.

Lakshmi: Oooooooh, spill the deets!

Sabrina: Well remember that guy I met at the dorms one time? Marquise? We went on a date.

Lakshmi: Really? How'd it go?

Sabrina: We had a good time. A very good time.

Nyla and Lakshmi: OOOOOOOHHH!

They all laugh.

Nyla: Wait, are you still seeing Alton?

Sabrina: Casually, yes. You know how our relationship is.

Nyla: You haven't caught feelings for him, have you?

Sabrina initially feels confident to say no without a doubt, but a moment of pause causes them to falter just the slightest. They recall their rebound night after the Beau drama. The lingering embraces, kisses, gazes... what did they actually feel about Alton? Did Alton feel strongly about them?

Nyla: Hello? Sixam to Sabrina?

Sabrina comes back from her thoughts, shaking off the doubt.

Sabrina: Nah, we're just casual. Friends.

Lakshmi: Are you sure there's nothing there? I mean, if there is it could be hindering you from finding love somewhere else.

Sabrina: Alton and I have known each other for so long. We agreed from the beginning what this was.

Nyla: But Sabrina, things can change. Lakshmi's right.

Sabrina: It's nothing, really. I'm just focused on myself right now. Having fun. Whether that's Alton, Marquise, or someone else.

Sabrina: But enough about my drama, catch me up on your lives girls!

The trio chat happily for hours, enjoying their first meet-up since their early college days. It's hard to believe so much time has already passed. Before they know it, it's getting dark. Nyla walks Sabrina out.

Sabrina: You know, I think we all really needed this. Life is so crazy now, but I'm glad we have each other.

Nyla: We've been through a lot, huh?

Sabrina pulls Nyla in for a hug.

Sabrina: Thanks for hosting us. Hopefully, we can do this again soon.

Nyla: Countin' down the days, Bina.

Meanwhile, Sigrid stands admiring the hard work she and Robin have been putting into a nursery for the twins. She takes a seat in the rocking chair, finding herself imagining what her life will look like in a matter of days. Eventually, Robin joins her as well, sitting on the free ottoman.

They sit in comfortable silence for a moment before Robin speaks.

Robin: Hard to believe, huh? Soon, these cribs will have our two little babies in them.

Sigrid: Yeah. It's feeling really real nowadays.

Robin: How are you feeling about it all?

Sigrid: Part of me is still really nervous, but I know we'll be okay. We have each other, and Sabrina and Aunt Scarlett. I'm sure your sister will find any excuse to come over and see them too.

Robin: It's been quite a while since there was a little one in the legacy house. Last one was Colt, and he wasn't here long before Anya took him to Haru to raise. Now, it's my turn.

Sigrid: Our turn. And it'll be a largely different experience. Something about this feels extra special, like something new that's never happened before will happen.

Robin: I know what you mean. Well, either way, I'm glad to be doing this with you.

Sigrid: You already know how I feel about you.

Robin smiles warmly.

Robin: I sure do.

#ts4 simblr #ts4 #simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 modded #sims 4 fontenot legacy

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existslikepristin · 3 years

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What A... Bummer

Desc: The fic that (sort of) started it all. Sorry for the funky formatting, as this was mostly just copy/pasted from Discord, where I ran the polls. You may also find it here if you prefer AFF: https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1462191/what-a-bummer-aka-i-m-so-sorry

Tags: TheLounge, Gfriend, Eunha, Yerin, maleOC"you", mostly butt things, angry bunny, vote story, backlog story

~~~~~

You knock on the dressing room door. Just inside is your Gfriend... as in "good friend" Eunha. Today is a very exciting day, and it's been a long time coming. She released her first solo album at midnight and she was at the first show where she would perform it live in front of a camera.

The two of you have been close... "good friends," as they say, for a while now. And you managed to convince security to let you in so you could give her a gift before she goes on stage. After all, you're proud of her accomplishment!

You hear shuffling inside the room and know she's on her way over. You really hope she likes the present!

What was the present again?

Options: 1. Champagne, baby! You got the expensive stuff! 2. A basket of healthy fruits! You're wholesome as fuck! 3. Your buddy Yerin! Can't celebrate without a good laugh! 4. (Picked:) A buttplug?! Who the fuck do you think you are?

~~~~~

You hold the box behind yourself as the door opens. Just inside is your buddy Eunha, all by herself. Not a surprise since you saw her manager downstairs earlier.

And she looks awesome. Her hair is cut short again, just to her jawline, but instead of curling in like her normal bob, it flares out at the bottom. She's got on a white shirt, cut low enough to just tease at her cleavage (even though you happen to know she's hardly got any cleavage without the pushup). Below she's wearing a super short black skirt, with a slit on one side that nearly reaches her hip bone, but her safety shorts hide the real goods. You know she has some tall black heels for this outfit since you were there when her stylist picked them out, but she's barefoot for now, nails on her fingers and toes painted all black.

She shouts happily and jumps up to wrap her arms around you as soon as she sees you. You barely manage to keep her from dragging you down to the floor, putting your arms around her too. "You came!"

"Of course I did!" you shout, "Congratulations!"

The top of her head barely reaches your chin while she's on her toes. She nuzzles her head into your neck. Her hair dresser would flip her shit, but it's okay if it's just for a second, right?

She suddenly grabs the box from your hand. The sly little idol.

"Yerin told me you were bringing me a present. I thought she might be lying, but..."

Eunha tears the wrapping off the box. You'd be a little offended, but you did the same thing to the last birthday gift she got you.

"Now... what am I supposed to do with this thing?"

Eunha holds up the butt plug. You grin, recognizing the excellence of the thing. Stainless steel, polished like a mirror, a bright red gemstone embedded into it (and yeah, you got a real gem for it), and big. Real big.

Options: 1. (Picked:) "You keep it inside you, once I help put it there." 2. "WOAH. That's not what I thought it was, I swear! Yerin tricked me!" 3. "How the fuck should I know?"

~~~~~

"What are you supposed to do with it?" you ask as you take a couple steps forward.

"You keep it inside you, once I help put it there."

Eunha puts the butt plug up to her mouth. "Like this?" She licks it and puts it in her mouth, as far as she can at least. She looks up into your eyes, looking as innocent as she can. You would almost buy the stupid act too, but you know she's got somewhere to be.

You grab her by the shoulders and spin her around. Then you drop to your knees so your face is directly next to her ass. It takes up your whole field of vision. But still, there's no time to waste. You grab the sides of her safety shorts and yank down. As expected, there's nothing underneath and you can instantly spread her glorious cheeks to be greeted by...

Oh damn, she's already got a plug in.

Eunha giggles above you. "Don't worry. I like yours better. Help me swap them and you can keep that one."

Not a bad solution.

The plug takes a little work to get out. Eunha half-moans, half-laughs as you wiggle it back and forth to get it moving. She reaches back to spread her ass cheeks to give you better access and a fantastic view.

And eventually, with a little pop, the plug comes out. It's much smaller than the one you brought, made of silicon, and much more boring.

You stand and hold it in front of Eunha. She instantly sticks her tongue out to lick off the lube.

"It's almost like you've done this before, isn't it?" you ask with a smirk.

"It's almost like you know that personally," she says over her shoulder.

You take the brand new butt plug out of her hand and get back on your knees. Eunha instinctively spreads her ass again. You can still see some of the glistening of the lube that was there for the last plug, so it's probably at least safe to put the new one in without anything extra. Then again, the new butt plug is pretty big...

1. (Picked:) Stick it in rough. This might mess up her performance, getting you a punishment later. 2. Give her a good lube up with your tongue first. You know from experience that she loves this, and you'll be well rewarded later.

~~~~~

You know, you and Eunha have been good friends for quite a while now. How bad would it really be if you messed up her performance just this once... And besides, her cute, tiny little asshole just needs a real good stretch sometimes right?

Right.

Eunha waves her ass from side to side, bent over a bit, mostly for the presentation. "I'm ready for it. What are you waiting for?"

Well, she said it! You line up the top of the plug at her lube-short hole, earning you a sultry giggle from the idol. You give it a slow twist to one side, the other side, brace your elbow, and shove like you've never shoved before.

You're not quite sure whether or not you were successful. It seems like time slowed down... You felt the tension of her ass resisting the plug up to the widest part, followed by it giving way as it tapered back down. But that only took a second or so, and Eunha didn't react. The dressing room is dead silent.

Then, Eunha falls to the floor. To her knees, then onto her hands. You're more than a little worried, so you move to her side to see her face. Her mouth is open like she's screaming, but there's still no sound, until she whispers, "What... the f-f-fuck... is wrong with you?"

Her eyes slowly turn in your direction so you give her your biggest, winning smile. But there's fire in her eyes. You're suddenly feeling like you may have made a bad choice.

There's a knock on the door and a voice comes through, "Eunha? We'll be starting your stage in five minut--"

"I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Eunha screams. You hear the PA muttering as they walk away.

You open your mouth to say something, but you forget what it was when you get smacked in the jaw. Eunha is still holding herself with one hand, but the other is floating menacingly next to your face, nails looking beautiful but also ready to tear you apart.

Clearly trying to compose herself, Eunha lowers her head and whispers again, "Go find Yerin... and wait for the stage... now."

It's probably best not to argue. You get up and and make your way to the door. You turn back to look at her though. She hasn't really moved, and you get a great look at her thicc ass sticking into the air with your plug poking out from between her cheeks.

You know for sure you're going to get punished later, but you think maybe you should say something?

Options: 1. Apologize. You can admit, you fucked up. You'll still get punished, but maybe she'll go easy on you? 2. (Picked:) Never mind, say nothing. You'll obviously just make it worse. 3. Just laugh. Eunha doesn't have connections to any hitmen, does she?

~~~~~

For the sake of your personal safety, you think it's probably best to just go. You slip through the door quickly so nobody can see through the door and make your way to the stage.

Yerin is pretty easy to pick out of the crowd for you, as she's wearing her usual thick sweatshirt, plain jeans, tennis shoes, hat, facemask, and glasses that make it impossible for her to be recognized in public. She's in the back of the crowd, holding a gigantic sign that says "I LOVE YOU EUNHA I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES" as a joke. You remember the first time she said that was when Eunha was fucking her with a strap on. It looks like everyone in the crowd is too busy practicing their fanchant to really notice the overtly sexual (and nonsense) sign.

"Yo slut," you casually say as you walk up next to her.

"About time you got here whore," she says back, clearly grinning mischievously behind the mask. You smirk back.

"So, did she like her gift?"

Your smirk fades, "Uuuh. You know, she will probably have to tell you that herself."

"Mmm, I will. And then I'll take it out of her, put it back in and lick all around it... ugh, I'm so wound up. Hey. If I masturbated while we watch the stage, would you keep an eye out so I don't get caught?"

Options: 1. "Of course! I've always got your back my dude." 2. (Picked:) "You want to do it yourself? But I'm right here." 3. "Woah, Yerin. Don't be so weird. Just enjoy the show like a normal person. Sheesh."

~~~~~

You give Yerin a smirk and move behind her. She points at her eyes and swings her hand in a circle, her nerdy way of telling you to keep watch. You get the feeling she'll enjoy what you have in mind.

After a couple of minutes go by, the fans scream as the stage hands walk off and the lights go dim. You and Yerin join them in the cheer, welcoming your hot little buddy into the spotlight. Yerin holds her sign high and shouts her support.

As the lights come back up, you see Eunha, cool and calm like the professional she is, with her backup dancers. You're a little surprised (and slightly disappointed) at her exceptional composure.

The first note of the song hits and the crowd instantly shuts up, ready to fanchant like hell. That's when you seize the chance to shove your hand down the back of Yerin's jeans and pop the still-lubed butt plug (the one you took out of Eunha earlier and never did get rid of) into Yerin's ass. It slides in like butt...er.

Eunha jumps into her dance and Yerin jumps up and down with the music with no regard for your hand down her pants. You feel like you might get a rash. But either way, you soldier on and reach in further, until you can touch her clit.

There's one move in Eunha's dance that draws a big gasp from the crowd, where she bends over and presents her ass. Her safety shorts hide the butt plug... for anyone who isn't paying close attention. They aren't especially good at hiding how deep the crack of her ass is, and there's just one very slightly bulged out part.

Yerin moans back at you, "Holy shit, she is so fucking hot up there," as she grinds herself down against your hand, drowning your fingers in her juices. "I just want to sit on her face, pull her legs back and pump a dildo into her helpless butt."

You smile at the thought. Maybe Yerin will be on your side if Eunha is still angry when you meet back up, considering that she also wants to destroy Eunha's asshole.

Yerin doesn't quite cum before the song is over. You take your hand out of her pants just in time not to be seen by all of the fans turning around to leave. She groans in frustration.

"Let's run to the dressing room and see if she can finish me off. I was so close!"

Options: 1. "Hey wait. She might be a little mad. I may have done something a little mean..." 2. (Picked:) "Yeah, definitely! Let's go get those shorts off her!"

~~~~~

You confidently walk through the halls next to Yerin. The whole time, Yerin bounces up and down, distracting you with the constant thought of ass. A couple times she even turns her head, sees you staring, winks, and spanks herself. You forget entirely about the confession you considered making.

Once at the dressing room, you see that the door is already open. Weird?

Yerin jumps through the door and shouts "YEAH EUNHA!"

The display of enthusiasm is met with silence. Yerin scratches her head and walks further into the room. "Maybe her mic got stuck in her hair?" she ponders.

You walk in too. You're about to comment, but there's a sudden sharp pain in the back of your neck. You attempt to put your hand up to slap at whatever bug got in here, but your hand just falls limp. So do your legs. And your vision goes dark as you vaguely feel yourself falling to the floor.

* * *

"He's waking up," you hear a garbled voice say. All you can see are blurry shapes as you open your eyes, but they come into focus very slowly.

"Don't stop!" another garbled voice shouts, making you suddenly feel a pounding in your head. Did you go too hard on some vodka?

The voices (or just one voice really) start clearing up. You hear Yerin moaning, turning slowly into a scream. And eventually your eyes confirm it.

About ten feet in front of you, Yerin's face and torso are pressed against a bed, with her butt held up against Eunha's face. Her legs are trembling wildly. Eunha's hands are gripping Yerin's hips tight, her eyes are closed, and her legs are folded underneath her. They're both entirely naked, and you have a side view of it all.

It would be a little more exciting if you weren't chained by the legs and wrists to a wooden chair.

And you look down to see that you're naked too, other than some kind of device locked very uncomfortably around your dick.

There's a thud as Eunha drops Yerin onto the bed. Yerin is apparently exhausted by the orgasm she just had, because she's not moving.

Eunha shakes her head to refluff her hair that was being pressed against her cheeks and looks at you.

"Good morning," she says blandly.

You try to respond but your tongue feels weird and doesn't move properly so you kind of just blubber.

Eunha slides off the bed and takes a few steps to stand right in front of you. A tiny drop of her cum falls from her pussy onto your knee. Damn, they must have been at this for a while.

Her entire body is bare in front of you, practically on top of you, and it's so incredibly sexy. Under normal circumstances, this is when she would sit down and ride you for hours. But she isn't sitting down, and your dick is being painfully stopped from getting hard by the contraption it's in.

"So... do you have anything to say now?"

Options: 1. Yup. Apologize. 2. (Picked:) Yeah, you enjoyed her solo debut! 3. Nope. Nothing to say. 4. Yes.. BeGONE, THOT

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You smirk, ever so slightly unsure of yourself, or if what you're saying is a good idea. The corner of your mouth trembles as you say, "Yeah, I really liked your solo debut. You did great up there."

Eunha leans over, putting her hands on the back of the chair you're tied to. It would be a great chance to stare at her perky little titties up close if her threatening gaze wasn't holding your eyes. Her face comes in closer. You can feel her fuming hot nose breaths on your forehead. Your own breath is caught in your throat, and your lungs start to burn with how long she stares you down.

"Be glad I'm a professional. And thanks," she says, very flatly.

As she stands back up and turns away from you, and you release a huge sigh of relief.

"Yerin, over here please. I'm going to need your tongue in my ass."

With a groan, Yerin rolls off the bed and crawls to Eunha, kneeling between her and you. Eunha leans forward, putting her hands on the bed for support. If there was any question about what your punishment was before now, it was pretty clear now.

Eunha spreads her ass, her perfectly painted black nails creating a frame for the asshole you love so much. It's only a few feet away from you. You can feel your dick trying to harden but the cage just makes it... well it doesn't hurt, but it's extremely uncomfortable.

And then Yerin's head appears between you and that beautiful butt. Her hands grip onto the backs of Eunha's thighs, squeezing the flawless flesh as if she were trying to hold herself up on the edge of a cliff. You know the exact moment when Yerin's tongue meets Eunha's ass. The shorty has a very characteristic half-squeal-half-moan that comes out of her every time something wet touches it. You might have thought you could look away to stop the discomfort in your cock, but that sound brings back too many memories of your entire face being buried in those cheeks.

"Oh... Oh yes. Good girl."

You watch as Eunha slowly pushes back against Yerin's face, over and over. It lasts for hours? Days? You could never tell. Her squeals and encouragement get louder, more urgent. You can't help but let out a quiet groan of your own.

But like the rabbit she is, Eunha heard. She twists her upper body to look at you without disturbing Yerin. "What was that? Do you want to fuck this ass? Do you-- fuck..."

Her eyes screw shut as a brief shiver of pleasure runs through her body. You can see her legs quaking for a moment. She's close.

"Do you want Yerin's pretty little mouth to dip up and down on your cock to lube you up for-- fffuck!"

Again, a shiver. It's longer this time, and Eunha almost falls, her feet sliding a few inches farther apart before she catches herself. There's a loud slurping noise as Yerin moves to accomodate the change and gets a much needed breath of air.

One of Eunha's hands shoots to her inner thigh and you can barely see past Yerin's shoulder that she's squeezing herself tight. She would often remind you about how she would do that to make her orgasms more intense, so now you know exactly what (or rather, who) is coming.

Even so, she manages to gasp out nearly a full sentence, "You want my ass clenching around your cock when--" The last word melts into one long squeal and trails off from there into a silent scream. Her whole body shakes violently except where Yerin is holding her down tight.

You could swear it lasts for a whole minute. Agonizing for you and Eunha in different ways. But when she collapses face first onto the bed, her knees hitting the floor softly as Yerin guides her down, it's over. Except for the few extra twitches when Yerin gives her ass a couple of licks. You release a long breath that you didn't even realize you were holding.

Yerin climbs up to cuddle Eunha from behind, kissing her neck, shoulders, and back. The two of them giggle lightly at the gentle touches, making no move to point their beautiful, still-wet asses away from you.

"Time for your fanmeet?" Yerin asks softly after a minute or two.

Eunha sighs and pulls herself away from Yerin. "Yes, I guess we should get going."

As you expected, you're not getting any. At least not soon. You casually watch the members making their way around the room, collecting their clothes and getting dressed back up.

And notably, not untying you.

"That sure was amazing," you say, suddenly nervous, "Maybe I should help set up the chairs for the fanmeet?"

Yerin chuckles, "They're already set up, man."

"But... the audio right? You know? Do some mic checks?"

Eunha stands in front of a mirror, brushing her hair to get it back to looking presentable. "Oh that's fine. Manager's taken care of it."

You struggle to think of something else to say, or to think of what's about to happen.

"But don't worry," Eunha struts over to you and pats your knee, "SinB will be coming in after the fanmeet to let you go."

You groan. SinB rejects you any time she thinks it would be funny, which is literally every time. She probably won't even unlock the cage on your dick.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Eunha smooches your forehead like you're a pet she's leaving home for the day, and then drops a key down her shirt and into her bra. It's not hard to guess what the key is for. "And when I do, I'll have cheered up, and I'll bounce on your cock harder than you can imagine."

Yerin draws in a sharp breath somewhere behind you. She's probably planning on being around whenever that happens. You can't help but look forward to it, though it sounds like twenty-four hours of torture for you until then.

The lovely ladies zip out of the room before you can get in another word, leaving you to the inevitable humiliation SinB will have for you... in an hour or two.

THE END

#gfriend smut #kpop smut #eunha #yerin #male reader insert

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Thoughts - Part 1 // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This timeline is set around 2006 because that's when the actually 2nd season of Criminal Minds was going on. So Matthew is about 26.

Summary - Soulmate AU! Once you turn 18, you can hear some of your soulmates thoughts. And when you meet, your thoughts go silent for 30 seconds. Readers soulmate is quite the character. (Anything you see in bold is the other persons thought.)

Word count : 2.1k

This is kind of experimental lmao, lemme know if you like it :)))

"What was your first soulmate thought y/n?" I got this question often, everyone did. This time it was asked by a new friend of mine, we met in our cinematography class this semester at LAFS ( Los Angeles Film School ).

"I think my story is one of the more fun ones."

"I bet mines better." Her eyes held promise, but I wasn't sure she could beat me.

*It was currently 1:15 pm, and I was waiting patiently for my first soulmate thought. I was with my best friend Marley, we sat in the cafeteria of my college, mind you, surrounded by other people.*

*"What time were you born again?" She had asked the question so many times this hour, by the way she was bouncing, you would think that we were waiting for hers.*

*"1:19 pm for the last time Marley." I giggled, nudging her shoulder. I took a bite of the cupcake she had bought me for my birthday. It took no time for the clock to hit 1:19, I anxiously waited to hear something, anything.*

"Now disclaimer." I told my friend, who I now knew as Alex. "I knew that some people had reported that their first soulmate thoughts were kind of, *loud*. But I can tell you that I was severely unprepared."

*Only 30 seconds after my watch ticked past 1:19, I heard a near deafening screech in my head.*

***"What the fuck?!"** The thought was so obnoxious and loud that I spit the fluffy pastry from my mouth and directly onto the back of another person, holding tightly to my ears, this did not help.*

*"What's going on? What did they say?" Marley leaned over to me, rubbing my back with a horrified look. Not long after, the man I had spit on turned around with a furious look.*

*"Hey I'm so sorry." I choked out, waving a hand at the man. "My soulmate thought was painful." The man rolled his eyes with an angry huff, taking his cardigan off and turning back to his table.*

*"What did they say y/n?!" There she went again, bouncing like a dodgeball.*

*"What the fuck." My eyes darted to hers, narrowed slightly. She furrowed her brows at me. "He literally thought, what the fuck, so loudly."*

Alex was on the floor giggling like a fiend, she held her stomache as if her guts would spill out with so much joy.

"Nope, you're right." She could barely speak between laughter. "I can't beat that." She promptly wiped the tears from her eyes, composing herself. "So you haven't met him yet?" She let out a final sigh.

"Nope. When I meet him, I kinda wanna slap him." A sly smile made it's way onto my lips. "The little shit thinks the weirdest things! I have had to deal with his thoughts for 4 years, and I'm ready for the complete silent bliss when I meet him." I laid my head back on the couch.

**I would really like a fruit roll up right now.**

"Speak of the idiot, he really wants a fruit roll up right now." Alex shook her head at me.

"Maybe he will be funny?"

"We'll see about that. What was your first soulmate thought?"

Tonight was Marley and I's 'introduction night.' Similar to a movie night, we have a night every two weeks where we either introduce the other to a new show or movie, alternating turns.

"I think you'll like this one." She plopped onto the loveseat, nearly throwing and spilling the hot popcorn on me while grabbing the remote. "It's a crime show, just started last year so after this season we can just keep up with it. If you like it of course." The show was flipped onto the first episode, it was a man talking about an unsub, or unidentified subject. Then a younger guy walked in, interrupting him.

"Who is that guy?" The words flew from my mouth before I could even think them.

"Spencer Reid-"

"No, I mean his *real* name. He looks *so* familiar." It felt like my brain was eating itself alive, why did he look so familiar.

"I think his name is Matthew Gray Gubler." Marley shrugged, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Has he been in anything else but this?"

"He models a lot. That's probably where you saw him." She pushed some magazines around on her coffee table and threw one at me. "He's on page 16, Hilfiger Jean's." I flipped to the page, seeing his face again.

"Wow, he is something else. I must have just unknowingly saw him in a magazine somewhere."

"I know! Once I saw him on here, I knew you would think he was cute too. Plus, he's a genius. I figured this would be another Peter Parker situation again." She teased, poking at my giant crush on Spiderman AKA Toby Maguire a few years ago.

"Shut up!" I snickered, throwing a pillow at her head. My own thoughts were interrupted by one that was not my own.

**I wish Halloween would come faster.**

"Its literally May." I whispered to myself, earning a weird look from Marley. This is the typical weird thought, Halloween is big on his mind.

I of course ended up loving the show. ~~And may or may not have had a huge crush on Spencer Reid already.~~

I informed Marley that we would most certainly be catching up on the show regularly, making that out new weekly thing for a while.

Though I could truly not get that Matthew guy out of my head, and I had a weird feeling it wasn't just because I thought he was super hot.

Matthew

**Who is Matthew Gray Gubler?**

The thought nearly made me spit out my coffee as I walked through the set. I knew for sure that wasn't my thought.

*No shit sherlock.*

Now *that* was my thought.

The question swirled around in my head, I really wanted to just think,

*I'm Matthew Gray Gubler!*

Just to make this whole process easier. Who knows if she could even actually *hear* it if I did answer her, or that she would believe me.

So lost in my train of thoughts, pun intended, I ran right into a punch cart.

"Holy shit!" The punch came spilling down right onto my khaki pants. I rested my forehead on the rim of my coffee mug. "I'm so sorry Terry, I was really caught up in my head."

"It's alright." He pulled a towel from his back pocket, throwing it onto the puddle that was forming on the wood floor. "Thinkin' about a girl?"

"Yes actually, thinking about my soulmate. Let me help you with that." I kneeled down on the floor, wiping up the spill. "Sorry again."

"It's all good Matthew." He dragged the cart to the opposite side of the room.

**Why can I not focus damnit?! This trip is suppose to be fun. Focus y/n. Focus!**

Y/n! I've never heard her name before. Maybe shes getting closer to me.

I set my coffee on the table of the reading room, pulling my script out and sitting next to AJ.

"You seem out of it today, are you feeling okay?" She tapped my shoulder. "I saw you run directly into the lunch cart." She clearly tried to suppress a giggle.

"How did you meet Nathan? How did you do it?" My script was not slammed onto the table, my hands pressed firmly on top of it.

"Are you worried about soulmates again? Matthew, she will come to you-"

"She said my name!!" My hands flailed wilding in the air. "I heard her think it! This sucks." I laughed a bit at the end, feeling ridiculous and vulnerable. Ask phone buzzed on the table, interrupting my dilemma.

"Well I hate to stop you in the middle of this debacle, but we have a film class coming in to observe, I guess sit was suppose to be a surprise." AJ shrugged with a pity smile, which is my least favorite version of a smile. I dramatically slammed my head on the back of my rolling chair, groaning like a child.

"Come on Gubler, we don't even have to do anything, we just have to act normal so they can observe. Let's go educate some college kids." She stood above me, patting my head and dragging my seat from the table a few inches. I reluctantly stood up and left the reading room.

To be clear, if it were any other day than the day that I found out my soulmates name, I would be totally in the game. I love teaching people, I love being an inspiration, but all I could think about was how close yet how far I was from meeting the love of my life. I shook it all off, physically and mentally, while heading to the set.

*Time to get my head in the game.*

I hope my soulmate heard that and started thinking of highschool musical.

"Action!" I held my prop gun in my hand while following Shermar, he proceeded to kick a door down that had a camera on the other side to capture it. The class that was observing sat on the other side of the door, seeing all of the behind the scenes that goes on during filming.

To avoid making direct eye contact with the camera, I often look right past it. So instead of making eye contact with the camera, I made it with a girl.

Then it was silent.

I stopped in the doorway, leading AJ to slam right into me on her way through the door.

"What the hell are you doing Matthew?"

"Cut!"

**You have got to be fucking kidding me.**

We did not break our stare, her eyes wide now with the realization.

*Wow.*

The girl sitting next to her was shaking her shoulder violently, but she sat unfazed.

"Can you excuse me for a second?" Bobby Roth, our director for the day looked at me like I was dumb, inevitably giving in.

"Whatever, take 5 guys."

I immediately waltzed past the cameraman and over to, who I could only assume, was my soulmate. The girl next to her was promptly slapping her arm and squealing like a pig, but she was giving her quite the death stare.

*She's my kind of girl already.*

Right as I thought that, she looke duo at me with a large grin and a tilt of the head.

*Shit.*

**Damn, even cuter in person.**

"Thank you." I couldn't suppress the automatic pep in my step meeting her. "I'm Matthew, you must be y/n?" It came out as a question because I was worried I would be wrong, and embarrass myself.

Which I've done, many times.

"You know my name?"

"I uh, I heard you think it." I pointed to my head, nodding awkwardly.

"You are so weird." She laughed, which made my face reddened more 3x more than I'm sure it already was.

"What?" I managed to murmur out.

"Well, you just think about weird stuff, mostly Halloween though." She was slowly smiling more as she spoke of me, which made my heart skip a few beats. She was so much more beautiful than I had pictured her. Her eyes held every intelligent thought that I had ever heard from her, and I knew right then that the eyes were the door to the soul. "Now that I'm here," she finally stood to my level, poking at my chest. "Do you wanna do a couples costume? This year?" She did a cute half shrug, as if I would say no.

"Oh my God, you really are my soulmate." I pulled her into a hug, a tight one, never wanting to let her go now that I'd found her.

"Alright guys! Let's go!" Bobby motioned everyone back to the set.

"Yeah, get out there *Spencer*." She patted her hand on my cheek. I didn't know if I hoped that she *did* see or *didn't* see how much I already liked her on my face, but I could feel the admiration spilling from my features.

"I- I'll talk to you after this!" I stumbled backwards from her, going back to the set and awkwardly running my back into the cameraman.

"Can't wait!" She waved with a flushed face, sitting back down next to her friend who was now shaking both of her shoulders violently.

*This is the best day of my life.*

**Same.**

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I've got a few more Soulmat AU ideas if you want more! I just don't know if theres any demand, so LEMME KNOW.

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #mgg fanfiction #mgg x reader #mgg fic #mgg imagine #MGG #matthew gray gubler #matthewgraygubler

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 7 years

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Getting To I Do, pt. 5 of 5

In a few days we’ve all got a very important wedding to (virtually) attend! I thought it might be appropriate to “re-release” Getting To I Do, my collection of one-shots dealing with the trials and tribulations Emma and Killian go through while trying to plan their wedding amid a town full of friends and family who all have their own ideas about how the wedding of the century should go. This story was originally written during 3b, and it is the sequel, of sorts, to my first long MC, A Wish Your Heart Makes. As such, it diverges from canon as of 3x11. It’s not necessary to read AWYHM to understand what’s going on, but if you want to check it out as a bit of “background reading”, you can find it here.

Missed the beginning? Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Chapter 9: The Bachelorette Party

"Perhaps we were a mite hasty in executing our plan, mate," Killian said from his perch on the cot in the Storybrooke jail cell.

Charming stopped his pacing near the bars that held him prisoner and turned a jaundiced eye to Killian. "You think?" he asked sarcastically. "Why I ever agreed to this crazy plan of yours is beyond me, pirate!"

"Pirate, is it?" Killian said in frustration. "I seem to remember merely suggesting a plan of action. You, mate, were the one who insisted we put it into practice."

Charming blew out a long breath. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter who's to blame. The real question is how long will it take Emma and Snow to forgive us and let us out?"

"I'm not as familiar with your lovely wife's disposition, Dave," Killian said wryly, " but I fear my Emma will leave me languishing in this brig until we've celebrated the tenth anniversary of our nuptials."

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Earlier that day

Killian swaggered into the sheriff's station, reveling in the absolute, complete happiness he felt. It was a beautiful June morning, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, he was in love and he would be marrying his true love in a mere three days. Life couldn't be better.

Emma was sitting at her desk, busily scribbling at something that apparently absorbed her full attention. Killian lazily leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, one boot crossed over the other. He just looked at her. She was so beautiful, so vibrant. Sometimes he still found it difficult to believe his good fortune. How had he managed to win this woman's heart?

"From the frown draping your lovely features, darling," Killian drawled, "I'd wager you're none too pleased with the object of that paperwork"

Emma jumped, and then brought her hand to her chest. "Killian! You scared the hell out of me!"

Killian strode forward, leaned down and kissed her soundly. "Hardly the effect I was going for, love."

Emma looked up at him in confusion. "Did I forget something? Was I supposed to meet you…or go somewhere with you…or..I don't know? This wedding's got me so crazy I can't even remember my own name."

"I can help you with that," Killian said with a teasing smile. "Your name is currently Emma Swan, but in a mere three days, it will be changed to Emma Jones."

"Only three days!" Emma said with a grin. "I am so excited, I can barely contain myself. Just think, Killian, all we have to do is survive three more days of insanity and then we'll never have to plan our wedding again as long as we live!"

He shook his head, pasting a wounded expression on his face. "Come now, Swan, you cut me to the heart! Here I've been pining for you for what seems like an eternity, and all you are excited about is the ceasing of wedding planning!"

A pleasing pink hue suffused her cheeks. "Maybe that's not all I'm excited about. Maybe I'm a little anxious to be your wife."

Killian leaned over and kissed her once again. Long, deep, passionately. When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. "Just a small preview of things to come, love."

Emma dragged a hand through her blonde hair. "So you never answered my question," she said in a voice that was not quite steady. "What brings you to the sheriff's station…besides attempting to seduce me away from my work?"

"Does a man need a reason to call on the woman he loves?" Kilian asked with a lazy grin. She evidently found no reason to answer that question, so Killian continued. "As it happens, I've come to ask you to come away with me."

"Tempting as that sounds," Emma answered, "I'm stuck here at work for the next eight hours or so."

"Oh, I wasn't suggesting you neglect your duties, love," Killian said. "I merely wished to…what's the phrase used in this realm?...ask you on a date. I'd be honored if you would join me for dinner on the Jolly this evening. Your mother has monopolized far too much of your time over the past week. I do believe I saw more of you before we began courting than I do now."

"Killian, I'd love to," Emma said, "but I can't tonight. Ruby's throwing me a bachelorette party, and I can't exactly skip it."

"A bachelorette party?" Killian asked. "I'd wager that's another wedding tradition of this realm?"

"Yeah," Emma answered. "One last thing I need to do before all the wedding festivities really get started."

Killian sighed theatrically. "Well, then, I suppose I must resign myself to pining for yet another night. I will eat my lonely dinner alone and dream of our honeymoon."

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Killian sat at the bar at Granny's and bit into the delectable creation Granny called a club sandwich. Whatever else might be said about those in this realm, they certainly knew the art of putting food items together to create a harmonious product. Out of the corner of his eye, Killian saw someone sit next to him. Turning, he found himself face to face with Dr. Whale.

Killian and Whale were on pleasant enough terms, but Killian had never had many dealings with the other man.

"Looks like we're both on our own tonight," the doctor commented.

"Aye, that it does," Killian answered. Whale had been courting the wolf-girl rather casually for some time.

"This was supposed to be date night," Whale continued, "but you know how Ruby is. She was bound and determined to give Emma a bachelorette party she would remember."

"That is kind of her," Killian said absently.

Whale shot him a sly look. "You seem to be taking it well," he said casually. "I'd have pegged you for the jealous type. Now me? I don't care if Ruby has her fun…just as long as she comes home to me in the end."

Killian froze, his bottle of beer halfway to his lips. Slowly, deliberately he lowered the beverage back to the counter and turned to face his companion. "Why precisely should I be jealous of a gathering of ladies?"

Whale laughed. "You've never heard of a bachelorette party before? Let me tell you; there's stuff that goes down in those kind of things that you wouldn't believe…and with Ruby planning it, well, it will be no holds barred."

"Suppose you enlighten me as to exactly what stuff occurs at a bachelorette party."

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"Charming!" Killian thundered as he took the steps to the flat two at a time. "Are you in?"

The door opened just as Killian raised his prosthetic hand to knock.

"What's up, Killian?" Charming asked, a look of alarm on his face. "Something wrong?"

"I'd say there is, mate!" Killian said, pacing the living room restlessly. "Have you any idea where our ladies are this evening?"

Charming's brow furrowed. "Um…yeah. They went to Emma's bachelorette party."

"And have you any idea what happens at bachelorette parties?"

"Well, I've never been to one myself, seeing as I've never been a bachelorette."

"I just had a very enlightening conversation with Dr. Whale, mate," Killian said stopping his pacing and fixed his blue gaze on his future father-in-law. "It would seem these parties can get rather racy. Whale mentioned celebrating one's last few days of freedom, copious amounts of alcohol, and…entertainment. According to Whale, it is not unheard of for ladies to hire handsome men to parade before them unclothed!"

Charming laughed. "Yeah, Dr. Whale runs with an entirely different crowd, that's for sure!"

Killian shot him an incredulous look. "This is your wife and daughter we're talking about, mate! You have no apprehension of them engaging in…that?"

Charming walked forward and clapped Killian on the shoulder. "Relax, Killian. I trust Snow, and I know Emma's unswervingly faithful to you. Don't worry. If I know my wife, if there's even the hint of something risqué about to take place, she'll shut it down."

"Are you daft?" Killian thundered. "Consider who is hosting the party! Ruby's middle name might as well be risqué! And though I trust my Emma implicitly…who knows what may transpire once enough spirits have been consumed."

Killian watched with satisfaction as an uneasy look crossed the prince's face. It was about time the man see the seriousness of the situation.

"Well, you do have a point about Ruby," Charming said slowly. "And, of course, Snow won't drink with the baby and everything, but likely everyone else will. Will Snow really be able to keep control?"

Killian nodded firmly. "You've seen the predicament at long last."

"Yeah," Charming said, beginning to pace himself. "I think maybe I have. So what precisely do you suggest we do about it?"

"Well mate," Killian said, "as I see it we need to observe what is actually happening at the party. Here's what I propose..."

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Emma put in her favorite pair of small hoop earrings and then surveyed the finished product. The red dress looked good; she looked like she was ready for a night on the town. She only wished it was going to be with Killian rather than the ladies of the town. Not that she disliked spending time with them; they were rapidly becoming the best friends she'd ever had in her life—not that that was saying much considering the life she'd led. It was just…well, who knows what Ruby might have up her sleeve for tonight. Things could get really awkward really fast.

"You about ready, Emma?" Mary Margaret called up the stairs.

"Just a second, Mary Margaret," Emma called down. She put the finishing touches on her hair and then joined her mother at the flat door.

"You look nice, Emma," Mary Margaret mentioned, looking her over critically, "but your expression! You look like we're going to your execution, not your party!"

They stepped out the door and Mary Margaret turned back to lock the door.

"It's nice of Ruby to throw me a bachelorette party and everything," Emma said carefully, "but…I mean it's Ruby. Who knows what we're about to walk into."

"Don't worry, Emma," Mary Margaret said, patting her on the arm, "I've already talked to Ruby. She's promised to keep tonight's events tame."

The pair walked out of the apartment building and down the street. "No offense, Mary Margaret," Emma said skeptically, "but I'm pretty sure your definition of 'tame' is about one hundred eighty degrees off from Ruby's."

"I already thought of that," Mary Margaret said. "That's why I insisted in being involved in the planning stages. Like I said; don't worry. This'll be no more embarrassing than your average, run-of-the-mill bridal shower!"

If only that would have proven to be true.

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"Killian, what do you see?" Charming asked in an insistent whisper.

"Not bloody much," Killian responded, repositioning his spyglass to his eye. The pair stood in the shadows across the street from Granny's. It was the perfect night for espionage. There was no moon and the night was black as pitch. Killian glanced through the glass again. "They appear to be merely talking."

"Here, let me see," Charming said taking the glass from Killian's hand. "Wait! They're leaving! They're going into the parlor!"

"What?" Killian hissed. "How the bloody hell are we to keep track of their movements if they're no longer in our line of sight?"

Charming shot him an exasperated look. "Why are you asking me? You're the pirate. Keeping an eye on a room full of high spirited ladies should be a piece of cake for you!"

Killian thought for a moment. A small, rational part of his brain shouted at him to give up the venture. After all, any further movement on their part was sure to be deadly dangerous. Besides that, he had a sneaking suspicion the lass would be less than pleased were she to know his current occupation. But, as usual the rash, impetuous portion of his brain won out.

"We must find a way to infiltrate," Killian said.

"Are you crazy?" Charming whispered loudly. "What are we going to do? Walk in the door and say 'Hi. We were just wondering if you ladies were entertaining male strippers'. How well do you think that would go over?"

Killian rolled his eyes. "Have you no faith at all in me? As you've said yourself, I am the pirate!"

"Okay," Charming said, "so what's your brilliant pirate plan?"

"Clearly using either of the doors is out," Killian said, "the women would hear us immediately."

"So, if we don't use the doors, how do we get in?"

Killian pointed to a window on the second floor. "Do you see that vine that climbs the building? It is easily strong enough to bear your weight and mine as well. I propose we climb the vine, sneak in through yonder window, and make our way to the utility room situated directly above the parlor."

"What good will that do us?"

Killian shook his head derisively. "Must I explain everything to you? The air vents are quite porous in the floor. From our perch in the utility room, we will be well able to see and hear everything that is happening at the party. From that respect, it will be a far superior set up to our original plan where we merely saw the lasses through the spyglass."

Charming looked skeptical. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Have you a better one?"

As it seemed he did not, they put Killian's plan into action. The first phase went swimmingly. With minimal effort Killian and Charming managed to gain entrance to the bed and breakfast. As luck would have it, the window they entered happened to be attached to an unoccupied room. They made their way with extreme stealth to the utility room and dropped to the ground.

"You see anything?" Charming whispered.

Killian felt the tiles give beneath his weight as he peered through the vent. "They appear to be presenting Emma with gifts."

"What kind of gifts?"

"We thought you might need some help packing for your honeymoon," Ruby's voice carried from below. "Here are a few things that both you and Killian can enjoy!"

"Oh…I like that!" Killian said with an appreciative chuckle as he watched Emma pull a tiny scarlet negligee from the bag. "I like that indeed."

"What?" Charming asked. "What do you like?"

Killian shot him a wicked grin. "Have a look for yourself."

"Ugh!" Charming said after a moment. I do not need to have those images in my mind!"

"What exactly is the point of this little number?" Killian heard Emma say laughingly. "I might as well just be naked."

"I'm sure Killian wouldn't complain either way!" Ruby said cheekily.

"Budge up, mate!" Killian said, elbowing Charming.

"Not a chance, 'mate'," Charming replied. "You have no business seeing that either on or off my daughter until you're married." "Oh come off it Dave!" Killian said shoving again. "You are aware I've seen women's undergarments before?"

Charming shoved back, but not before Killian got a glimpse of the current item Emma was holding up. Tiny enough to cover virtually nothing and as see-through as glass. Aye he could appreciate this!

"Look," Charming said in a loud whisper, "we've seen what we need to see. There's nothing going on here we need to be worried about. Let's go before they find out what we've done!"

"Not a chance!" Killian said. "In for a penny; in for a doubloon. We took the trouble to secure access to this establishment; I say we take advantage of it!"

"Let's go, pirate!" Charming demanded, pulling at Killian's arm. A scuffle ensued. The sagging floor tile sagged more and more…and finally gave way altogether. A moment later Charming and Killian found themselves sitting among the rubble of the utility room floor, face to face with a room full of women who were definitely not amused.

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"Next time you have a brilliant idea, remind me to run," Charming said, pacing the jail cell.

After Emma had gotten over her shock, she'd marched over to the two of them, pulled out two sets of handcuffs and perp-marched them both to the jail. She hadn't said a word as she locked them in, but her face left no doubt that eventually she would be saying quite a lot. Still refusing to speak, the lass had walked back out of the sheriff station and had yet to return two hours later.

The door opened and Emma stepped forward, furious scowl still draping her face. Killian hastily got to his feet and rushed to the cell door.

"Emma, love, I…"

"Save it, Hook!" she growled.

"As you wish." The lass was bloody furious. Emma stepped up to the jail cell and fumbled with her keys. Killian surged forward. She fixed him with a glare that surely had the power to kill, and he hastily stepped back.

"You, get back!" she hissed pointing a finger in his direction. Then she turned toward Charming. "You, come out!"

Charming meekly obeyed. He started apologizing as soon as he'd exited the cell.

"I'm sorry, Emma, we just got carried away." She merely raised a hand. "Mary Margaret wants to deal with you at home."

Charming grimaced. Killian couldn't blame the man. The princess was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry.

"Well, I guess I better go home and face the music," Charming finally said ruefully as he stepped from the station.

Killian watched his mate until he was out of sight and then turned to his own beautiful force to be reckoned with. She was glaring at him, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently.

"You look lovely lass," he said, affecting a cocky air, "Positively radiant. Is that a new dress?"

"Oh no you don't!" she said, shaking her head slowly, "Not gonna work, buddy. You're not charming your way out of this one!"

He sighed and sat back on the cot. "I thought not, but you cannot blame a man for trying."

"What the hell were you and David doing in that utility room?"

"Behaving as absolute and unmitigated asses."

She snorted, the amused sound giving him hope. "Well, at least you admit it. Aside from being asses, what brought you to that room?"

"Ingenuity and physical prowess."

The glare she shot him could have curdled milk.

"Oh very well, love," he said on a sigh. "After a conversation with Dr. Whale, I became concerned about just what these 'bachelorette parties' entailed. Some of his conjectures—particularly related to male entertainment Ruby might hire—had me more than a little concerned. Your father and I were…merely trying to ensure you weren't subjected to…anything unsavory."

She merely looked at him. And then she was seated beside him on the cot. Her hands came up and cradled his face, bringing it down to hers. This kiss was pure passion and need. The lass was ravenous. Almost unconsciously, his hand came up and cradled the back of her head, the silky feel of her hair and the heat of her lips driving him slowly mad.

She opened her mouth above his, her moan urging him to do the same. He obeyed with alacrity, eager to let her in, eager to join her.

Her hands dropped from his face and settled within the open vee of his shirt, her fingers tangling in his chest hair.

"Emma!" he moaned, wrenching his mouth from hers, unable to stop himself from pressing burning kisses down her jaw, behind her ear, into the nape of her neck. He had to stop this! He had to pull back or he would have his way with her right here on the jail cell cot.

She pushed him, and he hastily moved away. She was breathing hard, her eyes still slightly unfocussed. He saw a slight trimmer in her hands. Whatever she'd intended, it was clear the kiss had not left her unaffected. It left him with a fierce feeling of satisfaction.

"You, Killian Jones, are an idiot," she said in a slightly husky voice.

"Aye, lass, that I am." He would have probably agreed to anything the lass said after the kiss she'd just given him.

A grin flitted across her face. "You are the only man I want to kiss like that…or do anything else that might one day logically follow from a kiss like that. You are the man I choose for the rest of my life."

"Oh, Emma, love…" he said, reaching for her once more.

She evaded his grasp, raising her hand in a gesture to stop him "But you behave like you did today again—you know, like a paranoid, jealous fool—and you better just savor the memory of that last kiss, because it'll be a long time till you get another."

A sheepish grin settled on his lips. "I'm sorry, Swan," he said simply. "I am a fool. I'll not let my impetuous nature get the better of me again. Am I forgiven?"

She leaned forward and pecked him once more on the lips.

"Yeah. I guess so," she said taking his hand and leading him from the cell, "but now you really have to face the music. Granny's sustained a good deal of damage, and she's angry enough to spit nails."

"Ouch," he said with a wince, "perhaps I'd best remain locked in the brig."

She laughed, pulling him on. "Baby."

"Guilty as charged," he good-naturedly agreed.

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Chapter 10: The Rehearsal Dinner

The bell rang as Killian stepped into Granny's. He scanned the diner and found her in her usual booth, a cold beverage in hand. Killian nervously adjusted his prosthetic hand, asking himself for the hundredth time what had possessed him to request a lunch meeting with Swan's mother.

"Your Majesty," he said bowing formally when he reached the table.

"Killian, she said with a smile, "That's a bit formal, don't you think, considering we'll be family in two days."

Killian slid into his side of the booth and signaled to the wolf-girl that he wished to order.

"Well," he said with a grin, "I don't wish to be presumptuous. After all, we didn't start on the best footing."

Snow laughed again and took a sip of her water. "That's an understatement! Not surprising, though, considering you were actively trying to deceive my daughter and me while working for one of the nastiest witches around."

"Aye, that's true," Killian agreed with a chagrinned grimace, "Cora was indeed quite the piece of work. But if it's any consolation, I had no allegiance to the woman. I was just mercenary enough to align myself with anyone who could further my goal of seeking vengeance on the Crocodile. I was quite sincere in assuring Emma I would have far preferred making an alliance with you."

Snow looked at him reflectively, and he patiently bore her scrutiny. "If you don't mind me asking," she said slowly, "what exactly happened on that beanstalk. Emma was…different when she came back.

Killian smiled as he remembered the first adventure he'd gone through with the woman he loved more than life itself. "We discovered, much to our mutual surprise, I think, that we make quite the team."

"Yeah," she said. "You do, though it took me a long time to see it."

"You wished the best for your daughter," Killian said with a self-deprecating little shrug, "and I was, after all, a pirate."

"You know, Killian," Snow said slowly, "I think you're selling yourself short. You've always been more than just a pirate, although it took some of us longer than others to realize it."

"Thank you, My Lady," Killian said, feeling a warm surge of pleasure wash over him at the princess's praise.

Snow took a large bite of her hamburger and grinned. "You're welcome," she said after she'd swallowed, "but 'My Lady' is still way too formal. Why don't you call me Snow or Mary Margaret?"

Killian smiled. "How about we split the difference? I'll call you 'Lady Snow'."

She reached a slender hand across the table and clasped his. "Deal," she said.

They ate in silence for several minutes. Snow consumed her hamburger and fries in record time. Before Killian had finished half of his sandwich, she'd ordered a second serving of fries and a large milk shake.

"This baby's making me ravenous!" she said between bites. "At the rate I'm going, I'm going to be as big as a house by the time he's born!"

Killian grinned mischievously. "I'm fairly certain, Lady Snow, that it would be in my best interest not to comment upon that."

She swatted his arm and he laughed. It surprised him; he was actually having a good time with Swan's mother. He and her father had formed a fast friendship, but it had never been so with Snow White. She'd never afforded him more than a grudging tolerance when it became apparent that his relationship with Emma was to be permanent.

"I'm glad you asked to meet me today, Killian," she said once she'd sobered.

"Aye?" he asked curiously. "For what reason, if I might ask?"

"I wanted to thank you for all you've done for Emma."

He felt the embarrassment creep up his neck. Ducking his head, he began scratching behind his ear. It had never been easy to receive praise or thanks; it was so much easier to be written off as a filthy pirate."

"It wasn't so much," he mumbled. "She's done far more for me."

"That might be," Snow insisted, "but it doesn't take away from what you've done for her. You've brought her the kind of love and happiness I've been wanting for my daughter from the moment I knew I was carrying her."

"I can promise you," Killian said earnestly, "that she will never want for my love, and I will do all in my power to ensure her happiness."

She laid her hand upon his good one. "I know. When I see you looking at her, I see the same expression my husband wears when looking at me. True love never fades."

"No, it does not."

"So, Killian," Snow said after a moment. "Why did you invite me to lunch with you today?"

Killian took another bite of his sandwich, chewed thoroughly, and swallowed before answering. "As it happens, I wished to thank you as well."

Surprise entered her eyes. "What for?"

"You've worked tirelessly on this wedding," he said, "and I'm truly thankful for your thoughtfulness, as is Emma."

"Really?" Snow asked. "Emma seems to hate all the fuss and ceremony. I thought I was just annoying her."

Killian laughed. "Aye, she has little patience for the pomp and circumstance," he conceded, "but she's craved a mother's love all her life. I can tell you with absolute certainty that the fact that her mother is going to such lengths to make her wedding beautiful, touches her deeply. She appreciates you more than she can probably ever tell you."

Tears pooled in the princess's brown eyes, and she resolutely blinked them away. "Thank you for telling me that," she said in a slightly thick voice. "I never know how well I'm succeeding at the whole mom thing."

Killian smiled gently. "Just love her, and you can't help but succeed."

They sat in silence for several moments merely sipping at their nearly empty drinks. Finally Snow spoke again. "So that was it? You just wanted to thank me?"

"Not entirely," he conceded. "You have done wonders with the wedding preparations, but I wondered if I might be permitted to add to the festivities following the wedding rehearsal."

"Sure," Snow said with surprise. "What did you have in mind?"

"There is an ancient custom in my land," Killian said, "called the presentation of the dowry."

"The presentation of the dowry?" Snow said with a raised eyebrow. Emma had given him that very look on multiple occasions…whenever she felt he was acting as a complete fool. "You want David and me to give you a dowry for marrying Emma?"

"No!" Killian said quickly. "Certainly not! Emma is more than treasure enough for me. What I was speaking of was the second part of the dowry ceremony. It's customary once the bride's family has presented the groom with the dowry, for the groom to present the bride with gifts of his own. It shows his love and gratitude for her."

"And you want to follow that tradition?" Her voice had become soft and gentle.

"Aye," Killian said. "I can never repay Emma for the gifts she gives me every day, but maybe in this way, I can show her a small measure of my devotion to her."

"Killian," she said with a smile, "I think the dowry ceremony sounds like a perfect addition to the rehearsal dinner."

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"Alright people! Dinner's over!" Grumpy said with a scowl. "Big day tomorrow; time to get your beauty sleep. Some of you desperately need it!"

Emma rolled her eyes from where she sat with Killian at the "head table" at Granny's diner. She leaned over to her fiancé. "Is it just me, or are we getting bossed around way too much at our rehearsal dinner?"

He grinned down at her. "Relax, love. One more day, and then we've run the entire wedding gamut. We must manfully endeavor to allow the cantankerous dwarf his moment of glory, and then our reward will be heaven itself."

"Remind me again who it was who thought it was a brilliant idea to have Leroy as our wedding coordinator."

"That would be your mother, lass," he said with a smirk. "Given the wedding is at the convent, she thought it would give Grumpy an opportunity to rendezvous with the lovely Nova."

Emma rolled her eyes again. "I should have known! My mother and her matchmaking!"

The day had been interesting, to say the least. Grumpy had peppered the entire wedding rehearsal with a steady stream of surliness.

"Come on sister! Get down the aisle while we're all still young!"

("Technically speaking," Killian whispered once she did get down the aisle, "I'm more than three hundred years old, so perhaps 'young' doesn't apply.")

"Ruby! There's no flirting on the way down the aisle!"

"Snow! For the love of the Dark One's sparkly golden face paint! Get ahold of yourself! This is the rehearsal! There's no crying in the rehearsal!"

"Marco, this is a marriage not a funeral! Can you at least try to play the Bridal Chorus with a little more…I don't know…life?"

"Granny, put down the knitting! There's no knitting during a wedding!"

("Charming Junior's baby afghan isn't going to knit itself," Granny said irritably, earning her a glare potent enough to kill).

"Regina! This is a happy occasion! Wipe that scowl off your face before I come over there and wipe it off for you!"

("Oh yeah?" she snarled, "try it and I'll find a nasty curse with your name on it dwarf!)

"Hook! Stop screwing around! This is no time to kiss your fiancée like that! Save it for the wedding night."

(Never one to follow directions, Killian had merely grinned wickedly and proceeded to kiss her again, about ten times more passionately than before).

Somehow, Emma wasn't sure she'd ever know how, they'd made it through the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner.

"Well, I guess we'd better follow Mr. Surly's directions, then," Emma said, preparing to stand. Killian stopped her with a hand to her shoulder.

"A moment more, if you don't mind," he said loudly. Those who had already gotten up and begun moving toward the door stopped and turned back to the man of the hour.

Grumpy glared.

"Your pardon, Leroy. I apologize for the interruption," Killian said, sounding anything but repentant, "but there is one more item on tonight's agenda."

There is?

"Uh, no!" Grumpy said, scowling, "as the wedding coordinator, I have the agenda and every item's been checked off."

"It's okay, Leroy," Snow said, placing a hand on his arm, "Killian talked to me. This is all part of the plan."

Emma looked up at Killian, more than a few questions in her eyes. He smiled down at her tenderly, the skin around his eyes crinkling. Reaching down, he lightly squeezed her shoulder.

"Fine!" Grumpy growled, crossing his arms and plopping into a booth in the corner, "I've just been working my ass off trying to make this wedding perfect. What do I care if you change the agenda at literally the last minute?" He went on to mutter something about pirates.

"I'm pleased to find you so accommodating," Killian said, tongue affixed firmly in cheek. Emma laughed; she couldn't help it. Then she caught Leroy's glare. He looked like he would relish murdering her, slowly. Probably the only thing keeping her alive was the fact that weddings don't tend to go well when the bride's dead.

"To begin," Killian said smoothly, "I'd like to thank the Lady Snow and Leroy for all the work they've attended to to make this wedding the kind of splendid event my Emma so desperately deserves."

There was a smattering of applause as Storybrooke residents returned to their seats, curious as to what Killian planned.

"I, however, have one item that I would like to contribute to the festivities," Killian continued. "There is a custom in my land that on the night before the nuptials, the groom presents his bride with a gift signifying his love, commitment and thankfulness that she has consented to accept his hand. I wished to continue that tradition."

He looked down at her, and the adoration in his blue eyes warmed her to the very soul.

"But I quickly found myself unfit for the task," he said, eyes still fixed on her. "Try as I might, I found myself utterly unable to fix upon a gift that even came close to expressing my love for you, Emma. You've given me the greatest gift a man could ever receive, your love, your friendship, your acceptance. You turned me from a bitter, angry man fixed on vengeance into the man of honor I was all those years ago. You make me want to be a better man."

Emma felt the tears pool in her eyes. He was doing it again—being all eloquent and romantic—and it was going to make her ball like a baby. She hated it when he did this to her! Oh, who was she kidding? She loved it when he got romantic!

"So, I've chosen to modify the ritual," he continued. "Rather than one grandiose gift, I've chosen to procure several mementos of the time we've spent together."

Killian broke eye contact and dug into his satchel, rummaging around until he was holding something small and round.

"The first moment I saw Emma Swan, I knew I was in trouble. She was a beautiful avenging angel 'rescuing' me from the rubble under which I was buried. My heart raced in a way it hadn't since I was a youth fancying my first lass."

"And then I put a knife to your throat and reality came crashing back in", Emma said with a smirk.

"Aye," Killian grinned, "But I couldn't for the life of me understand why I didn't take you down right then and there."

"You could have tried," Emma taunted.

"But," Killian continued as if Emma hadn't spoken, "it wasn't until we climbed that bloody beanstalk together that I knew that spark I felt toward you was something beyond anything I'd ever experienced. And so, Emma, my first gift to you is the giant's magic compass. Had I but known it then, the compass points me true north…right to you."

Killian set the golden instrument on the table before her, and she touched it slowly, almost reverently. Killian turned away and reached back in the satchel. He withdrew a necklace. Emma looked at it closely and noticed its pendant was an exact replica of a magic bean.

"After the beanstalk adventure, love" Killian continued, walking behind her to place the necklace around her neck. How he managed to work the clasp with only one hand, I'll never know! "We were at odds for many weeks. We were enemies, though it was a position in which I never wanted to be. I shoved down my attraction, my dawning love for you because I loved my vengeance more. And then you did something that turned my entire world on its side."

"What was that?" Emma asked, caressing the smooth porcelain of her new pendant.

"You believed in me," he said softly. "When all the world of Storybrooke was crashing down around us, when the bloody failsafe was about to detonate, you offered me the chance to be a part of something—to join you for a higher purpose."

"And, as I recall," Emma said, smiling to take the sting from her words, "you still used some sleight of hand and stole the bean."

"Aye," he said with a grimace, "I was a right nasty git."

"You'll get no argument from me, dearie," Rumple spoke from his table near the door. Belle shot him a reproving look.

"Emma," Hook said, turning back to her after shooting Rumple an exasperated glare. Those two would never be friends; that was clear. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't sail away from you, sentencing you to what I believed was your death. I had to come back—and it was the best decision I ever made."

Killian turned back to his bag and came back with a small, plastic replica of a palm tree. Emma laughed; she couldn't help it. It was so cheap and ridiculous!

"And what exactly is that supposed to be?" Regina asked sarcastically.

"A palm tree, of course," Killian said, presenting the item to Emma with a flourish worthy of the Dark One himself, "to commemorate our adventures on Neverland. It was a place of darkness and danger, but to me, it was a beacon of light."

"How so?" David asked from his place at the next table. Killian looked around in surprise, as though he'd forgotten anyone else was in the room.

"Not sure you want to hear this part, Dave," he said with a wicked grin. "It involves your daughter and kissing. Passionate kissing."

The look on Charming's face was priceless. It was as though he couldn't decide whether to chuckle or scowl.

"Well, just try to spare us the gory details," Charming said.

"Yeah, Killian," Henry said with a grin. "We did just eat, after all."

Killian turned toward Emma and winked, the gesture forcing so much heat into her cheeks she hoped the fire extinguisher was nearby. "Aye," he said with his old pirate swagger, "perhaps the 'gory' details had best be kept between your lovely daughter and myself."

His face became serious, his eyes boring into hers. "That kiss, that astounding kiss was for me the moment of truth. I knew as soon as your lips touched mine that I loved you with a love so pure, so true, that there would never be another woman for me but you. I'd spent three hundred years trying to bury my pain in rum and vengeance, but suddenly the only person in the world, the only remedy for my loneliness was you."

The tears were back, threatening to spill over. Overcome with emotion, Emma reached for his hand. Threading her fingers with his, she brought his hand to her lips and showed him as best she could what his words meant to her.

Emma didn't realize how long they stayed there, staring into each other's eyes until Grumpy cleared his throat. "Well, that was….kind of sickening, but if you're finished, let's break this party up!"

Killian gently disentangled his fingers from hers and held his hand up. "Just a few more minutes, Leroy," he said. "I've but three gifts left to present."

Grumpy threw his hands in the air and rolled his eyes. "Why not? My perfect schedules already blown all to hell anyway."

"Leroy!" Snow chided.

"Well, it is, sister," he grumbled, shooting her a sideways look.

"I shall be quick," Killian assured. "I'd hate to be accused of causing a dwarf to suffer apoplexy due to the destruction of his 'schedule'."

Emma saw the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. Life with this man would certainly never be dull.

Turning back to his satchel once more, Killian drew out a small model of a knight in full chainmail armor.

"Following our successful return from Neverland," Killian said, "and a torturous year of separation, my lass and I were thrust into yet another adventure that led us from the Enchanted Forest to Camelot and back. Emma, love, my love for you grew by leaps and bounds as we worked together to defeat Morgana Le Fay and the Wicked Witch of the West."

"They were certainly first class bitches," Emma agreed.

"Indeed," Killian said with a grin, "but with you by my side, with a prophecy stating that our true love would win the victory, there wasn't a person in any realm I would have envied."

Emma grinned. "Aside from the evil villainesses, the arrow wound that nearly took my life, the fact that Morgana made you convince me you had no feelings for me, evil flying monkeys and my family's lives on the line, it was really the perfect little vacation."

His grin was pure mischief. "Indeed it was, lass."

"Mom," Henry whined, "you still haven't told me that whole story, and it didn't even end up in the book!"

"Patience lad," Killian said, grinning at him. "It's a harrowing tale I'll spin for you in due time. For now, I'm busy sweeping your mother off her feet with my debonair, romantic charm."

Emma swatted at his arm, but couldn't contain the giggle that broke free.

"Emma, love," Killian said, sobering once more, "it was on that adventure you first told me you loved me. The words were the sweetest sound I'd ever heard—particularly coming from lips that only moments before I'd feared would never speak again. But it was more than your love you gave me. You gave me back my father. Was it not for our adventures in Camelot, I would have never learned that my father never left me willingly, but was stolen and imprisoned by Morgana. I feel as though you've given me back my life."

Turning aside once more, Killian drew forth a perfect miniature replica of the Jolly Roger. "And now I present to you my ship," he said, placing the vessel in her hands. "The Jolly has been my home and my family for low these many centuries. She stood beside me when no one else would. I have priceless memories of Liam and Milah, and even young Bae upon her deck. But I tell you right now, Emma, I would trade her away in a heartbeat if it meant coming to your aid. You are my home now. You are my whole world. There is no sacrifice I wouldn't make for you."

Emma stopped fighting the battle and let the tears spill down her cheeks. Killian reached out a gentle hand and swiped at her tears. His face was infinitely tender. She saw it in her eyes. She was the most precious thing in the world to him. She hoped he could see the same reality shining out of her own eyes.

"Killian, that was beautiful," Snow gushed softly.

"Thank you, my lady," Killian said with a bow. "But lest I'm hauled from the premises bodily by a certain ill-tempered dwarf, I'd best speed this along."

Emma laughed.

"I've one last gift to give you, love," Killian said gently withdrawing a heart from his satchel…not a real heart thankfully. You never knew in this town!

"I contemplated having Regina rip out my own heart," he said, teasing glint in his eyes, "but I gathered that would be altogether too dramatic."

"Yeah," Emma said, "not to mention gross!"

"Just so," he nodded. "None the less, this symbolizes a far greater reality. Emma, my love, you are now, and ever shall be the possessor of my heart. It is wholly yours. Never will it stray. Never will you have cause to doubt me. I will stay with you forever regardless of what fate…or fairytale villains throw our way. I will love you to the last beat of this organ, and long, long beyond."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was nearing midnight when Emma made her way down the docks and onto the Jolly Roger. She looked stealthily from side to side, checking to make absolute sure no one was observing her. She grinned to herself as she made her way below decks. She suddenly felt like a teenager breaking curfew. If her parents or Grumpy knew she was here….they'd kill her. Her mother, because it was bad luck for the bride to see the groom after the rehearsal dinner. Her father, because…well, she was making her way to the pirate's bedroom in the middle of the night. And Grumpy, because she was missing out on her beauty sleep.

Emma rolled her eyes as she knocked on the door to the captain's quarters. Sometimes it was easier when she was on her own! Not often, but sometimes.

"Aye?" came the muffled voice from the other side of the door.

Emma opened the door and slipped inside. Killian sat in his chair, his boots crossed on the desk, a book lying open in his lap.

"Swan!" he said, abruptly getting to his feet and letting the book crash unceremoniously to the floor. "Is something the matter?"

She rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around him. "No," she said, burying her face in the soft hair covering his chest, "I just needed to see you, that's all."

She felt his chin rub against the top of her hair. "We've nearly made it, love. This time tomorrow we'll be man and wife."

"Yeah," she said, smiling into his chest, "and then we can try out some…activities…that might give my father a heart attack."

She felt the deep rumble of his appreciative laugh. "That is something I've been waiting for since the moment my eyes first met yours in the Enchanted Forest."

She laughed again, and then stilled, looking up at him. "Killian, I wanted to thank you."

"What for, lass?"

"For being my rock, my unfailing support ever since you came back for us with that bean that took us to Neverland. I never could have survived Neverland or Camelot or the Enchanted Forest without you."

"It was the right thing to do, Swan," he said simply. He didn't like praise; she'd learned that about him early on.

"Yeah, but there are lots of people who wouldn't have done it."

"They would for the woman they love more than life."

She smiled and cradled his face in her hands. She brought it down for a slow, sweet kiss. When they pulled away, she rested her forehead against his. She doubted she would ever tire of kissing this man.

"Killian, those gifts today," she said, uncomfortably, "those things you said. Thank you. They mean a lot."

"It was my pleasure, love," he said, running a hand through her wavy hair. It was the most relaxing sensation she'd ever felt.

"I'm not, you know, good with words and stuff like you are," she stuttered out, "but I wanted to let you know…well…how I feel too."

His smile turned, if possible, even gentler. "No need love," he said. "Open book, remember? I know how you feel for me."

She smiled back letting her thumb caress his lower lip. "I know, but..I still want to say it."

"I'm all ears," he said, catching her hand and placing a burning kiss on her palm.

"Killian, you say I saved you, that I made you a better person, but I want you to know that it goes both ways. You tore down my walls and healed the wounded little girl that hid inside. You showed me that I do matter to someone, that I am worthy of love. You brought a rainbow of color into my gray world. And I love you more than I will ever be able to tell you or show you."

He pecked her softly on the lips. "You'll have a lifetime to try, lass."

"Yeah."

The kiss this time was long and tinged with passion and need. She wished she could stay with him, here in his arms tonight. Reluctantly she pulled back a fraction of an inch. "I should go," she whispered finally, "if my mother finds out I was here…well the consequences could be too terrible to mention."

"Aye," he grinned, "and I'd hate to face the wrath of Grumpy."

With one last, lingering kiss goodnight, Emma walked up the steps, onto the docks and over to her waiting bug. One more night. She needed to wait only one more night, and then she would finally get to "I do."

The End!

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