#i was looking at male mannequins but nothing really fit what i was going for

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I just read through your headcanons and fanfics, THEYRE SOO GOOD!!! Could you do a trans male x Ijichi Kiyotaka or nanami one?

I'm so happy you're enjoying my fics!!

For this fic I figured it'd be better to do trans male pre-surgical transitions since I know not everyone goes that direction with their transition- hopefully you don't mind. Request a nsfw version if you want one, I decided to make this one fluff!

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Nanami x Masc!Reader

SFW/NSFW

Your dysphoria is acting up again.

It happens, it’s to be expected. You had gotten your first haircut a few days ago, courtesy of your handsome husband. You hadn’t expected him to be so accepting when you came out, you had already read the stories online and expected him to angrily divorce you- but he didn’t. He pulled you into his arms as you sobbed into your neck, dotting sweet kisses down your forehead to your lips. 

You had always felt like your body wasn’t yours, but with your parents you knew better than to dare explore your identity. Your marriage to Nanami had been arranged but it wasn’t long before you were head over heels. He’s a good man, a hard-worker, a provider. That’s why you were so scared to tell him the truth, to show him the read you.  

“Y/N?” He even uses the name you asked him to call you, he didn’t question it, he just switched to it as if he had never known you as anything else. “Are you ready to go shopping? I’ve got a few places I think you’ll like- why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing.” You lie, trying to press your breasts flat against your chest but it’s no use. They’re a reminder, a painful one. You know you can’t explain the sickness churning in your stomach, why bother? He’ll never get it, what it feels to be trapped in a box that was given to you before you could choose anything else.

“It’s not nothing,” he whispers. He pecks your cheek, moving your hands from your chest and onto his. He gives them a gentle squeeze before kissing your knuckles, “I have a surprise that might cheer you up.”

“Really?” You look up at him, unaware of how your gaze makes him melt. You sniffle quietly as he wipes your tears with soft thumbs, “What is it?”

“You’ll have to leave the house to see.”

You hadn’t been inside that long, only a few days. It had gotten hard to go outside when your parents had disowned you and all the neighbors seemed to know. Nanami wraps a protective arm around your waist when people stare, they know better than to say anything. It feels strange, all the people who used to be your friends now seem to avoid you like you’re contagious. You squeeze your eyes closed, letting Nanami lead you to the car. You slump down the passenger seat, hands squeezed into fists by your side. You’re angry and sad- Sadmad, as Nanami so eloquently put it. Your lips quirk into a smile when he says such a silly word, it doesn’t suit his lips at all. 

You arrive at a clothing store and your eyes widen when you see the masculine mannequins standing confidently in the window display. You glance back at Nanami but he gives you a nod of encouragement, letting you step inside first. You feel like a kid in a candy store, cheerfully running around and picking out item after item. Nanami pulls you aside before you step into the dressing room, holding a gift box. 

“What’s this?” You slowly undo the bow, eyes widening when you pull out a binder. “Nanami…”

“I know things aren’t easy now, and I know you’re not the biggest fan of your body…” He trails off when you stand on your toes to kiss him. He chuckles against your mouth when you cover his face in sweet pecks, “I’m guessing you like the gift-”

“Like it? I love it!” You cup his face, pressing your lips against his before running into the dressing room. “I’m going to try it on right now!”

The binder is exactly your size, fitting perfectly on your body. He did his research, he always does. You shyly peek out of the dressing room after putting on a button-up and dress pants, cheeks flushed. Your reflection is handsome, a word you never thought you’d be allowed to use when referring to yourself. Nanami helps you put on a bow tie, agreeing to match with you after you beg. Tears trickle down your cheeks, but this time they’re happy, joyous. Nanami wipes them away with a silk handkerchief, holding your bags with his other hand. 

“Who’s this dashing gentleman? Where did my sulky husband go?” He teases and you playfully smack his shoulder, “I’ve got one more surprise.”

“There’s more?” You cling to his arm as you leave the store with a bright smile on your face, “Why are you spoiling me so much?”

“Because I love you.” He says it like he means it, and he does. “Now, let's get to dinner. I made a reservation last night. If you’re planning to go to the gym, you need to bulk.”

“Dinner? Wait a minute, how’d you know I was going to gain muscle? Did you read my journal again?!” Your eyes narrow as you glare at him, arms crossed. 

“...You left it out on the table, I happened to see a page or seven.” He grins when you grumble about privacy, “I couldn’t help myself. I was worried, you haven’t been the most communicative, which I understand. I’m glad you’re figuring things out.”

“But what about you? You’ve been so adaptive…I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it.” 

“Besides being the most adorable husband? I could tell you a list, if you really wanted.” One of his hands lays on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“I might explode if you do that.” Your eyes light up when you see the sign of your favorite restaurant. You’ve been craving the dish only the restaurant makes for days but never found a good moment to ask. How’d he know? It’s like he was a mind reader. 

“What a shame, I guess I’ll keep my list to myself.” He turns to you when the car slows to a stop, “We’re here.”

The two of you step out, and for the first time, you feel like yourself. 

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Twst Oc Intro_ School Uniform Vignette

Introducing my “Yuu” of Twisted wonderland: Mia Anderson! Profile can be seen at the end of the story. 

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Headmage Crowley looked too pleased with himself as he did jazz hands towards the mannequin sitting in the living room of Ramshackle Dorm, “We’ve never had a female student before, so finding an appropriate uniform on such a short notice was a bit difficult. But here it is!! It’s graced with magic, so once you put it on, it will naturally conform to your body and stay that way.” 

Headmage looked away once, “It’s to avoid….inappropriate…” He trailed off. 

It took a moment but Mia blinked, “You mean having to have someone fit it for me?” 

“This is an all-boys school so….there aren’t any other females to address such an issue.” Headmage held his chin, “Hold on, if you get hurt, who will attend to you? We have nurses but they are all male.” 

Crowley held out his hands, “Oh, no! Why didn’t I think of this before?! How could I be so careless!” 

“Headmage, you just thought of it now, right?” Mia interrupted Crowley before he looked like he was going to start crying. 

“Ahh, you’re right!!” He snapped back rather suddenly, “I must see to the matter at once!! I will hire a female nurse exclusive for you! This must be handled right now!” 

“Uh, Headmage! I need a moment, if you will.” Mia stated before Crowley could disappear. 

“Why certainly! What is it?” 

Mia gestured to the mannequin, “I appreciate your effort but there is only one problem.” 

“Yes?”

“This a skirt, and a short one at that.” Mia didn’t do skirts that short, but that wasn’t the issue here. 

Crowley blinked and looked back at the uniform. He gave a slow nod, “This is indeed true.” 

“Headmage, with respect, as you said, this is an all-boys school. All boys, growing boys, a cesspool of testosterone. And I am but the only female at this school….” 

Crowely was nodding, “Yes, this is correct….” 

There was a lull in which Mia was hoping that the headmage got the hint. 

He did not. 

Mia took a breath and held her hands to her chest, “Headmage… If I as the lone female student wear a skirt, what’s to stop those boys from getting ideas! They might try to look up my skirt and even if they don’t, the wind could blow, and they get a glimpse of something that I gave no consent for them to view! What then! In addition, it will be better for me to move around in if I had pants, especially with rowdy boys.” 

Mia watched Headmage get red in the face! (could he? But he was embarrassed nonetheless! That much she could tell.) By the end, he was sputtering at the very idea. 

“How could I have missed this! We must rectify this at once!” Mia seriously thought he was going to panic as he swayed back and forth in his spot. 

Then…

“Quick, think of the pants you would like that matches the uniform.” Crowley ordered. 

Mia blinked and thought of them. 

“Do you have it?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good, keep thinking of it.” 

Crowley chanted under his breath before pointing at the skirt. Mia watched in awe as the short skirt morphed into pants. They were high-waisted bell bottoms really with gold strips at the bottoms.

Mia couldn’t help the smile to break out in seeing it.  

“I must thank you for your forethought, Mia! That you managed to avoid a catastrophe before your first class even begins! Now, if there is nothing else, I must see to hiring a female nurse.” 

“Thank you, Headmage!” 

And with that the Crowley disappeared! 

Mia grinned and snapped her fingers once, “They aint gonna know what hit them!” 

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So ive been having a thot after seeing this bra ad for this like lacy dark blue almost like bralette with this really nice yellow star embroidery. I just think Rex would go a little feral if he saw it 👀

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A/N: Okay so I kind of took a little liberty in creating a full linger set instead of just the bralette so I hope that’s cool! I hope you enjoy 👀😏 Bc Rex would definitely go feral for something like this.

Word Count: 884

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! References to sexual situations, lingerie, male anatomy, teasing, fluff, Rex being a horn dog Bc he deserves it. Suggestive comments and situations. Afab!reader.

You never anticipated two pieces of fabric causing so many mixed reactions within you. You remember the utter excitement and giddiness you felt when you saw the royal blue fabric on the mannequin in the store window. And all the thoughts that flooded your brain when you purchased it.

But now, as you stand in the bathroom of your small apartment, Rex waiting unawares in your bedroom, you can’t help the insecurity that creeps up. You have to admit you look damn good. The lingerie set was practically made for you, fitting perfectly in all the right places, accentuating your curves and leaving nothing to the imagination. It’s two pieces, a very sheer bra and a pair of panties to match. The royal blue color just so happens to match Rex’s Battalion perfectly and while that was a large part of why you bought it, the main thing that caught your eye were the delicate and beautiful gold stars woven into the sheer blue lace. It made the piece look like a galaxy and you couldn’t help but think of Rex’s reaction when you saw it.

But now you just felt…silly. Rex has never been one to indulge in frivolous things - always so serious and down to business. What if he thought this was too much? Or not enough? Or what if he chastised you for even spending precision credits on something like this-

No!

You stop the thoughts in their tracks. Rex would never think any of those things. He loves you, and you love him. So he’s going to love whatever you do. You smile to yourself softly. Your confidence comes back tenfold as you reach over and grab the thin robe from the hook, slipping it over your shoulders.

Rex has no idea what’s coming.

You open the fresher door and step out into the bedroom casually, robe wrapped around you, hiding the true reason for your exit. Rex looks up at you from where he sits on the bed in his blacks, back against the headboard and data pad in his hand as he no doubt goes over reports from the day. He sends you a questioning look.

“Did you forget something, cyare? I thought you were taking a shower.”

You send him a small smile as you approach him, fingers toying with the tie of your robe as you walk closer. “I lied about the shower,” you finally admit, “I actually have a present for you. I saw it when I was in town the other day and thought of you.”

Rex’s eyes soften as he looks at you and you see him move to respond but cut him off before he can. You tug at the tie of your robe and let the fabric drop from your shoulders to the floor, pooling at your feet. The cool air of the room greets you and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine, both from the temperature of the room and the way Rex’s eyes darken as they rake over your form.

He stays silent for longer than you anticipated. His back is rigid as he sits up and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving you as he seems to take in every little detail possible. You shift beneath his gaze, taking his silence as anything but approval.

“Do you…do you not like it?” You ask softly, trying your hardest to snuff out the uncertainty swelling in your chest.

This makes Rex’s head snap up, eyes locking into yours as his mouth falls open, “what? No - I mean yes, No-“ he lets out a huff of frustration as he stumbles over his words before finally reaching out and resting his hands on your waist, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips gently. “Not like it?” He asks in disbelief, “you look kriffing amazing, cyare. I just…wasn’t expecting this.”

You can’t help but let out a small giggle at his awestruck gaze, once again wandering over you before returning to your face. “Well,” you begin, moving to crawl into his lap, straddling his hips, a smirk tugging at your lips as you feel his already hard cock pressing against you, “are you going to unwrap your present?”

A low groan escapes his lips and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer and making you moan at the friction it creates. “I think…” he trails his hands down, fingers trailing over the lace edges on your underwear, his hips bucking up into yours involuntarily, “this is a gift best enjoyed in its wrapping. Don’t you think?”

He only pulls away to look at you, eyes blown wide with lust. And all you can seem to do is nod. And that’s all it takes for the Captain to jump into action, locking his lips with your own before quickly maneuvering you both onto the bed, you beneath him as he gifs his shirt over his head before leaning down to trail kisses from your jaw down your neck.

“Good,” he mumbles against your skin, “I’ll try to be careful but…” you whimper as he gently nips at the delicate spot below your ear, “I can’t make any promises.”

You can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips.

Best. Purchase. Ever.

[holycrimin]

It hurts to love.

Karl heisenberg x male!reader

Tags: Hanahaki and angst

SFW

(Note: In this au, none of the main events happen with ethan, as he is not in this story. Also SPOILER WARNING.)

(Warning: probably shitty plot, but i'm trying my best ok)

[Your pov]

It all started a year or two ago, when mother miranda had found me lurking around the village. As i was not a local, she deemed me suspicous. However, before she had the chance to kill me, She had a spark in her eye. As if she had an idea. And before i knew it she was using me as some sort of vessel for her daughter, Eva. Although i am a male, she had seen something special in me apparently. I had also found out that her daughter had passed away and she was determined to bring her back.

It failed.

The experiment... failed.

I was no longer deemed useful.

She had proposed me two options. become a servant or assistant to one of the lords, or die. A slow, and painful death.

Of course I chose to be an assistant.

She was kind enough to let me choose who to work for, thankfully.

Lady dimitrescu was very much intimidating. And from what I've heard, if you mess up even just a little while working for her, you will be sent to the dungeons. Never to be seen again. And she isnt really fond of men, so I wont be choosing her.

Next up was Donna Beneviento. She was nice, although her doll 'Angie' is a little... how do I say this... creepy. It doesnt help that i have a huge fear of mannequins and dolls, so I dont think i'll be choosing her anytime soon.

And then theres Salvatore Moreau, dont get me wrong he's a great guy but.. he might accidentally drown me. I might be overreacting, but the guy smells. Although, I feel bad that he's treated so poorly by the other Lords, but i think it's for the best if i stay away from him.

And.. i guess my only option left is Lord Heisenberg. I just hope that he wont be that much of a hassle, even if he IS kind of an asshole...

A day before i start working at the factory, Mother Miranda forced us to spend the day together. To 'get to know eachother' I assume.

Lord Heisenberg looked pissed off, he wasn't really fond of me. He was more pissed off at Mother miranda though. Most likely because he was forced to spend time with me. I quickly learned what he called the 'basics of him'. Basically, common facts. Such as, the fact that he can bend metal and his deep hatred for Mother Miranda. that was basically all that he told me.

The following day was my first day at the factory. As we were walking along the factory, he stopped in his tracks. "Listen pup, there's rules." He practically growled. "First of all, Don't touch my shit. Second of all, don't go around the factory without me knowing. And third of all, Don't try to get to know me, we're keeping a proffessional relationship, got it?" He said.

"Uh.. y-yes Lord Heisenberg." I very nervously stammered, lightly blushing at the nickname he gave me.

"Good, now let's get to work."

Present day

That was around a year or two ago, and while i have gotten closer to the other lords, i never managed to get to get close to Lord Heisenberg. And..

I'm an idiot who fell for him... And... I know he'll never feel the same way. I've tried getting his attention, impressing him, but... nothing's working. Every time i try to get close to him, wether it's emotionally or physically. I get pushed away, literally and figuratively.

It's my fault really. I fell inlove with a man who was emotionally closed off. His charisma, his voice, everything about him just makes me fall more and more inlove with him.

I know i wont have a chance, hell, i dont even know if he's into guys... Guess i really am an idiot, huh?

Later that day, Lord Heisenberg asked me to help him with something. I agreed of course, and during that time I tried to know him more. "Jesus christ, are you trying to get me to open up or something? Cause' that's not gonna happen, so give it up." He spat out, "a-ah... sorry Lord Heisenberg.." I stammered out.

A few minutes of silence pass. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "I- ugh.. Just- you're doing it wrong. Here, let me help." He said, while holding my hands 'teaching me how to do it right'.

Of course my face started heating up, the feeling of his slightly roughed up hands on mine... it feels nice. Although this is probably the only time i'll ever get close to him.

"Hey pet, you ok? Geez, you're practically as red as a tomato." He said, while still holding my hands. "Uh.. y-yeah..! Uhm... i.. i'm good.." i stuttered, feeling his breath on top of my head. He was bigger and taller than me after all.

"Well, whatever you say, pup." He shrugged as he continued his work. I got a little flustered on the nickname, i never got used to that..

After, he went and ordered me to get supplies fron the duke.

As i was walking along the pathway to the duke, a few lycans were following me. They didnt seem to be attacking, so i just left them alone. However when i reached the duke, the lycans were gone. How strange.

"Well well well, if it isn't Heisenbergs pet! What brings you here, young man?" He says, with a shit eating grin. "Ah.. well, i'm just here for some supplies is al-" i was then cut off with a series of coughs, "Oh my, are you alright?" said the duke, genuinely concerned. "O-oh i'm fine i ju-" i was then cut off by another series of coughs, but just when i stopped, a small white flower petal came out of my mouth.

"Oh dear, i hope this isn't what i think it is... Are you sure you are alright?" Asked the duke. "I.. i dont know," i pause and look at the small flower petal in my hand. "do you know what's happening..?" I questioned him, very much confused. "It may be something called the 'Hanahaki disease'. It was said to just be an urban legend. Where, if you were suffering from unrequited love, you would begin to cough up flower petals." He explained. "I didnt think it was real.." he muttered to himself.

"..." i was silent as i stared in shock and horror, I'm.. coughing up flowers..? Like actual, real flowers...?

From.. unrequited love.... i should've known, i... i should've known that he would never feel the same way.

How could i be so stupid, to think he would fall for a mere mortal like me. Or atleast.. i think i'm mortal. "Well," the duke spoke up, "luckily there are two ways you can get rid of the sickness." My eyes lit up, "the person you like, either loves you back," he continued "or, you can get surgery. Not only will it remove the flowers, it also removes all of your feelings for this particullar person permanently."

"Th-that's great! I can finally get this 'hanahaki' disease while also getting rid of my feelings for him-!"

"Him?" The duke asked as he cut me off, "do you mean Lord Heisenberg?"

"Uh-" as i think about him, i start coughing again. This time, blood was spilling over. And so were many petals. "Oh dear.. so just the mere thought of him triggers it..?" He said, concerned. "Uh... i'll just... take the supplies. Thank you though, duke."

"No problem, stay safe. But remember, the longer you wait around with the flowers still inside you, the worse your state will become." He informs me,

"I'll try to get the surgery as fast as possible duke." I said, waving him goodbye.

As soon as i walked out, those same lycans followed me all the way back to the factory. Strange isn't it? Anyway, when you finally arrived at the factory, supplies in hand, I hear Lord Heisenberg open up the door.

"Here, let me help you with those." He says as he starts taking some of the bags.

"...Why are you being so nice all of a su-sudden?" I stammer as i try to hold in a cough. "Would you rather not have me nice, pup?" he growled. As i opened my mouth to speak, i was interrupted but a fit of coughs. Blood spilt out as did the petals. Heisenberg didn't seem to notice as he was already far ahead.

I try to cover it up as much as i can as i try to catch up with him. "Jeez.. Finally, you caught up-" he cut himself off. "Why is there blood on your face?" He said, slightly concerned. I froze. "Uh.." that was all i could say. "Whatever.." he said as he wiped the blood away from my face. A faint blush spread accross my cheeks.

I excused myself to the bathroom as i felt another fit of coughs. More blood splattered out as well as more petals. God it hurts. I heard a knock on the door. "Hey pet, you've been there a while, you sure you're alright?" He said

"Uh- yeah, i-i'm fine..!" I said, trying to hold in my coughs. "Well just make it quick, we have work to do." "Yes sir..!" I reply back quickly, not wanting to upset him. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He sighed, annoyed. He went ahead and grabbed his hammer, dragging it along the metal floors. It was loud enough for him to not hear you cough up more petals.

~later that week~

My condition kept getting worse and worse, to the point i was barely able to breath. I've consulted the duke, however nothing seemed to work. No matter how much medicine, herbs or other medicinal items i jammed into my body, it just won't go away.

I was asked to come over Lady Dimitrescus castle, i'm not exactly sure why. Maybe she heard of this 'hanahaki' disease?

As i make my way to the castle, lycans started to follow me. Even more than before, why was this happening?

I finally arrive at the castle, the lycans seem to be watching me very carefully. I hear the doors open, and out came a tall lady. "Ah, Y/N! I'm glad you came! Come in." She said, holding the door open for me.

I walked in and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Uncle Y/N! You came!" Exclamed Daniela, one of Lady Dimitrescus daughters. "Oh, uh... hello Daniela." I say, hugging back. I never imagined them to warm up to me. "Now now Daniela, me and your Uncle Y/N have something to discuss."

"Aww man... well, i'll see you around Uncle Y/N!" She waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you around, Daniela." I say as i wave back. As soon as her footsteps were no longer in range, i spoke up. "So.. what did you want to talk about..?" I carefully asked the tall woman, not wanting to be sliced to bits. "Well, as i said before, the duke has informed me of something related to your wellbeing."

"So... you've heard about this.. 'hanahaki' disease, i assume...?" I say as i tense up even more. "The duke told me about it, and when i asked why he was informing me about this, he simply stated it had something to do with you. So tell me, do you have it?" She asked me with a concerned expression.

"W-well.. I-.." i say, sighing. "Yes, as far as i know." I reply, not wanting to lie to her. "As much as i dislike that wretched man, Heisenberg, i must ask, is he the object of your affection?" I froze. "Well... uh-" i cut myself off as i break into a fit of coughs growing more and more violent than the last. "Oh dear- MAIDS!" She called out, panicking, as blood and petals fall out of my mouth. She patted my back as i continue to cough. "So... it is Heisenberg.. I am terribly sorry Y/N i did not know this would happen.." she said, apologetically.

"I-it's alright-" i break into another fit of coughs. But instead of petals, this time, there were fully grown flowers. "i.. i can't b-breath.." i say almost blacking out. The last thing i see and hear are the maids, Lady Dimitrescu shouting to get the duke, and the door opening to reveal... Lord Heisenberg..? "Goddammit, out of my way-!" Was the last thing i heard before blacking out.

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I woke up to the duke. I sat upright, "what... happ-" i was then cut off by the duke. "You're awake! Honestly, i.. didnt know if you would wake up.." he said sadly. "Thankfully, i was able to patch you up just fine. And after days and hours of research, i finally found an alternative to your hanahaki!" The duke said, switching from a sad, to a cheerful mood.

My eyes light up, "W-wait, really!?" I said as a smile creeps up on my face. The duke gives me a small bottle, "Here, take this. Free of charge!" He said as he smiles brightly. "Now, you should drink it as soon as possible. Lord Heisenberg is waiting for you outside."

"I will, thank you duke!" I said as i waved him goodbye. As I walked to the gates, I take the small bottle and drink it. Within seconds, the flowers were gone. I could finally breath again!

Walking out with a small smile, I saw Lord Heisenberg. "Oh, hey-!.. uh.. i mean, hey. You're awake, lets... get back to the factory..." he stammered out.

..

Was it just me, or were there tears on his face..?

The walk to the factory was silent, but as we walk up to the factory gates, he stops dead in his tracks. "Before we go in, I just uh.. wanted to let you know that the duke let me know about how you really felt about me." He said. "And.. after a long time of thinking about it.." he cuts himself off as his cheeks turn red,

"...I like you too." He confesses.

But,

I don't feel any different.

I don't have butterflies in my stomach.

I don't even feel my face heating up.

It was like...

I was never inlove with him in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way." "W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I watch as his expression goes from flustered to heartbreak. "..." i grow silent.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't." I say, opening the doors to the factory, not wanting the situation to get more awkward. "...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." he says as his voice was slightly shaking. "Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." I said, walking in and closing the door on him.

[Heisenbergs pov]

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way."

"W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I say with my voice slightly shaking. Dammit.. god... fucking...

DAMMIT...!

Just when i thought i finally found the love of my life, he's stripped away from me.

"..." he was silent.

I could feel the heartbreak slowly filling me up.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't."

"...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." i stammer while i try not to break down infront of him.

"Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." He says, as he walks in and shuts the door. Heh.. it's cute how he still worries about me when..

Nevermind.

I need some time to thi-

My thoughts were interrupted when i started to violently cough. What i didn't expect though...

Was a flower petal.

"..."

"Heh..."

"So this is what he felt." I said, as i look at the bloody flower petal in my hand.

[e-spits]

latched on - lee juyeon

words: 4.8k

genre: smut

warnings yandere!juyeon, dubious consent, knives, all around filth

The pressure balancing college and a social life was difficult. Classes were long and overbearing, the workload heavy to carry and parties or events were almost impossible to fit into your schedule. You rarely attended any social events, rarely met up with anyone aside your roommate if it weren’t to study in a café. And meeting new people was essentially a no go. Your roommate had tried tirelessly to get you out of your tight shell, dragging you to different parties but even when she was successful, you mind was absent. Too worried about the commitments you were neglecting. You did try to engage but what was important was getting through college though it didn’t stop your friend from trying.

On one Friday night, your roommate had selected a particularly rowdy party for you to attend. She smothered you in the dorm, soothing over your complexion with makeup and applying bright colours to your skin. You knew you didn’t dress up much but with the effort she was making, you knew her intentions were less than pure. It was too much effort to fight back and so you allowed it, even letting her loan you a strapless, skin-tight dress that blinded you with its red colour. Your roommate stood back, admiring her handy work, and grinning from ear to ear.

‘It’s beautiful.’ You mumbled, turning to examine your reflection in the mirror, eyes skimming over your own figure as though it were a mannequin. You did look nice but why. ‘What’s it for?’ You finally asked.  

Your roommate giggled below her breathe.

‘What?’

‘Don’t be mad.’ She continued, wandering over and placing her hands on your shoulders.

‘About?’

‘So, there’s this really hot guy in my class and I figured, you know since I’m already dating someone, maybe you could go for it. We both know you should.’

Your eyes narrowed toward the other girl, hands hitching themselves on your hips. ‘How cute?’

‘Like, fucking hot, okay, trust me.’ She nodded frantically, your stomach tightening. ‘Besides, it’ll be a step up from that stalker of yours.’ Your roommate laughed loudly, nausea filling your gut at the mere mention of the stalker, the so-called, not so secret admirer.

Three months ago, a letter had arrived at your doorstep. It was in ink of your favourite colour, the words like artwork or poetry. The writer had noted all the things they claimed to love about you, all the things they had noticed while watching you around campus. It was juvenile, strange but sweet, just a secret admirer like you imagined lots of people had. And then they became more frequent. Every few days another letter would appear outside your dorm room, full of more romantic rambling that made you only slightly uncomfortable at the time.

And then came the wave of presents, the many, many presents. Flowers, chocolates, clothes, brand new textbooks you’d been eyeing at the campus shop. It was then you knew you were being watched, surveyed, and documented. Your roommate found it hilarious, sharing your abundance of gifts and noting how even her boyfriend didn’t do this for her. A part of you liked being admired, liked the attention and romantic writings that came with being observed. However, the thrill of it dissipated when gradually, it became more intense.

The letters became several pages long, the handwriting descending into scribbles. And the longer they became the more descriptive, more explicit they were. You began not reading them, skimming the filthy intentions the writer had with a casual eye before throwing them out. Giving the presents to your roommate instead of indulging them. It all seemed like a prank, some kind of joke someone was playing, not an admirer at all. Your roommate insisted it was likely a horny, frat boy, obsessing over conquering a girl who had no interest in being conquered though it felt like more. The words eventually became heavier, threats beginning to soak in as the writer laid out their violent plans. You didn’t show anyone those letter, you didn’t want anyone to worry and so you carried it all by yourself.

This boy would probably be a step up.

The house was large, full of people and booming with music. All it made you think was how you’d rather be home, in pyjamas, watching sitcoms and studying. Your roommate shimmied you into the building, holding your hand as she pushed you through the crowds. Bodies brushed against your bare thighs as you picked up a couple drinks and eventually you made it to a particularly quiet stop in the corner couch of the lounge. You found yourself surveying the crowds, eyes clinging to each male face, wondering which one was the one your roommate had mentioned. And if maybe, your stalker was also here, hiding between the faces in the hubbub.

Your roommate nudged your ribcage, mumbling something beneath her breath before her eyes lit up, mouth spread in a wild grin.

‘He’s here?’

She merely gestured her head forward, yours following the motion. At first, you couldn’t see him but then through the huddle of people, one was clearly approaching. His face was warm, eyes bright, his smile so dazzling you couldn’t see anything else. Your friend was right, he was hot, insanely so but you still couldn’t pay attention fully. You were too busy being afraid your stalker may see you with someone else and carry out those plans he’d detailed.

The boy wandered over to you and your friend, pushing in and sitting between you two. Your roommate laughed lightly, giving you a certain look before she stood up from the couch. She wiggled her eyebrows at the boy and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you all alone. You looked over at him, his figure only inches from you, his expression covered in even more worry than yours.

‘Hi.’ You finally broke the silence.

‘Um, hi. I hope you don’t mind this, it’s just, your friend mentioned she wanted me to meet you, and I, I can see why.’

Your cheeks burnt. ‘It doesn’t bother me.’

‘Cool,’ he was grinning wildly, ‘I just, I think I’ve seen you around campus before, I don’t think I could forget anyone as gorgeous as you.’

A chuckle passed your lips, the boy taking a sip from his own drink as you did from yours. The thick, hot liquid rolled down your throat, worry beginning to subside the more drink you gulped.

‘I’m Juyeon, by the way.’

‘It’s nice to meet you, Juyeon.’

Though earlier you were wishing to go home, now all you wanted to do was sit in the crowded room and talk to this boy all night. Wishing everyone else could leave so you could hear every inflection in his honied voice. The more words that poured from his mouth, the more you forgot about the comfort of your dorm, instead, all your focus was on him. Juyeon charmed you relentlessly, dousing you in compliments but underneath the obvious flirting, he had substance. He spoke eloquently, voice soft and polite no matter what he said. He clearly knew a lot about the things he spoke of, which only made you more enthused to talk to him.

The party rolled on as did your conversation, Juyeon inching closer to you as his confidence settled in. While he was lovely and beautiful, you still didn’t want to engage in hooking up at a party, only to never see someone again. You knew boys all too well, they were charming when they were or weren’t interested and you hated the thought of the latter. With each subtle move he made, you slid away, wishing you could speak candidly without the distraction of his lips. You wanted him to kiss you, but you didn’t want him to be disappointed.

His hand reached over and smoothed over yours, thumb stroking the back of your hand. The warmth he emitted was intoxicating and it took everything not to melt into it. Juyeon was unfazed as though he hadn’t noticed your reservations at all, still moving in dangerously close. His mouth was only an inch or so from yours, his hot breath fanning your blushed cheeks. Your eyes closed for a moment, considering allowing contact to be made but as you felt acceptance greet you, a voice interrupted. Your roommate stood in front of the couch; eyes wide as she visibly regretted interrupting.

‘I’m sorry, I just, I wanted to check in, I’m pretty fucking tired if I’m being honest.’ She chuckled, smile dissipating quickly as she folded her arms.

Juyeon remained silent, sinking back into his original position while gulping down the rest of his drink.

‘It’s fine,’ you turned to the boy beside you, ‘it was really nice meeting you Juyeon, I, um, I’ll see around.’

He said nothing, leaving you to stand up and wander off in silence, taking your roommate’s hand and letting her guide you outside. You began meandering through the dark streets, your friend beginning to laugh hysterically.

‘God, I’m so sorry, you just, and he,’ she cut herself off with a loud giggle.

‘Shut up!’ You laughed back.

‘He was so mad.’

‘I think he was just annoyed he didn’t get any, it’s fine honestly. Besides, he’s so hot he can be mad if he wants.’ You giggled, wrapping your arm around your friend as you continued your way home.

‘Wait, are you whipped for someone? After one night, what’s gotten into you.’ She tilted her head down, eyes wide toward you as you found yourself smiling nonchalantly.

‘No, not him, thanks to you.’ She sighed as you spoke.

‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled dramatically, ‘there are other parties you can fuck at, don’t worry. Now, hurry up, I’m so tired.’

The dorm was silent when you arrived, darkness swirling around the space. Your roommate quickly dived into her bed, falling asleep almost immediately leaving you to roam your thoughts. As you did, you felt a little relieved the moment had been interrupted, that way, Juyeon might still be interested. Instead of being disappointed or bored, he know had to continue the chase and that meant he definitely would want to see you again. You smiled to yourself, cheeks hot at just the thought of the boy you’d spent hours talking to. Sleep eventually overwhelmed you, eyes heavy as you curled up in bed, still in your dress and fell asleep.

It was still night when your eyes were shocked open, a cold, metal sensation running over your neck. Pressure appeared upon the warm skin, your eyes wildly searching the room before you realised what was happening. Someone was kneeling against your arms, their legs either side of your torso though the room was so dark you couldn’t make out their face. You wriggled underneath the weight, but it was pointless. Your head snapped toward your roommate’s bed, it was empty, duvet thrown on the floor in a heap. Where was she? What was happening? A knife was pressed against your throat, the sharp metal grazing the sensitive skin.

‘Please, please don’t.’ You cried out, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks and splash onto the pillows beneath.

The figure above shifted slightly, their free hand reaching over and switching on your lamp. A yellow light danced across the room, your eyes adjusting quickly before realising who was threatening you. Juyeon. The same gummy smile, the same honey skin, the same big, bright eyes but now they were much darker. Something had consumed him, something dark.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Shh, shh, it’s okay baby, don’t worry. I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t.’ Juyeon dragged the thick blade down your neck, letting it sit on your collarbone.

‘What’s happening, where’s my roommate?’

‘She’s fine,’ he rolled his eyes, ‘I just had to get her out of here, can’t have her interrupting again. Not when I, not when I got so, so close.’

‘I don’t understand.’ You cried.

‘Yes, you do.’ Juyeon smiled menacingly, pushing the knife into your skin ever so slightly. You could feel a droplet of blood roll down your neck, a tinge of pain rolling through your body.

His words didn’t make sense for a few moments, your mind racing through every word he’d said earlier in the night. He’d been so nice, so eloquent, so charming, and now he was so angry, so scary, so threatening. Just like your admirer. Just like your admirer… And then it dawned on you, Juyeon was your admirer, your stalker. It suddenly made so much sense, his entire demeanour created to lure you in, just like the letters and gifts had been.

‘It was you.’ You uttered in defeat, head sinking into the pillow as you gave in. Juyeon laughed, his smile transforming into a wild grin.

‘You were lovely last night, it was lovely. God, I couldn’t have planned for it better, we just, we clicked. If it hadn’t have been for that bitch of a roommate, fuck, all the things we would’ve done. We’d still be fucking now. But it’s okay, now I know you like me back, we can be together.’

‘You’re hurting me.’ You mumbled, trying to wriggle your neck away from the knife. Juyeon tilted his head, his free hand brushing through your locks, twisting around the hair softly. His fingers began stroking your face, travelling across to where the knife had nicked your skin. Another drop fell onto his thumb, the digit raising as he placed it in his mouth. Juyeon closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the metallic taste before he leant down.

You could feel his hot breath over your face, his mouth only inches from yours. The cool metal of the knife disappeared from your throat, Juyeon leaning down and replacing the sharp blade with his lips. His mouth wrapped around the small wound, tongue soothing over the skin. You closed your eyes tightly, beginning to try and move when he became distracted. Lifting your arms, you began trying to push the man away though it didn’t take long for him to notice. His lips left your body, sighing as he realised you were still trying to get away.

‘Hey, hey, you liked me earlier. Why it that different now? Now you know that I’ve loved you for months, it should be better, right? You know how much I want you. Don’t you?’

Your stomach tightened, realising there was no way out, you began to listen to him seriously. Juyeon had certainly showed he cared, and he was okay earlier, he was lovely earlier. That part of him had to be in there somewhere, maybe if you went along with his actions, that part of him would come back. Perhaps you could draw it out. You let out a deep breath, staring up at the boy knelt atop your arms.

‘I know,’ you mumbled, nodding, ‘I know.’

His mouth began leaning down again, yours leaving the pillow to meet his lips. Juyeon let his mouth press onto you strongly, engulfing you in the kiss before deepening it. You did nothing to fight back instead closing your eyes and letting yourself enjoy the touches.

It felt wrong that you were allowing him to do such a thing so tentatively, especially when he’d done nothing to deserve it. But when Juyeon forced his tongue into your mouth and let the muscle explore your wet skin, it was impossible not to give in. Your head tilted back in pleasure, the boy suddenly pulling away and immediately attacking your neck with kisses and small bites. He did this for a few minutes, his body becoming so entranced in the motions that he let your arms out from beneath him. However, you found yourself motionless still, eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of Juyeon nibbling at your neck.

The boy moved down your body, lips staying on your skin, as they travelled to your chest. Juyeon poked his tongue out, licking at the skin closest to your covered breasts before he looked up at you. His eyebrows furrowed together, body lifting as he peered down to your free hands then back up to your face. After a moment, you noticed he was no longer touching you and opened your eyes. Juyeon was hovering above you once more, face tightened in thought before he grabbed your hands again. His grip was harsh, like it had been with the knife, which he’d long ago forgotten. You tried to wriggle away from instinct but found it impossible beneath his strength, instead having your wrists moved to above your head. For a moment, you thought he was returning to how he’d been, however when he began tying your wrist to the bedpost, you knew he wasn’t quite there yet.

You were unsure where he’d gotten the tie but assumed he’d brought them along with him. Perhaps he’d expected you to fight it more, but he already had a certain control you didn’t understand.

After tugging on the tie, you realised quickly that you were trapped in place. Juyeon, still hovering above you, smiled widely, admiring his handy work.

‘There, we don’t have to worry about you going anywhere now.’ He said, still grinning.

‘I wouldn’t have gone anywhere.’

‘I know princess,’ Juyeon let his finger caress your cheek, moving down until it reach the neckline of your dress. ‘I just have to make sure, until I know how good you are. Because I know you can be a good girl, can’t you?’

You nodded frantically, pushing your chest up into his touch. Juyeon continued grinning, encouraged by your movements. He unzipped your dress, pulling the material down until it was thrown to the floor. The boy straddled your naked body, looking down at your figure as his hands continued their journey downward. Fingertips burning circles into your cleavage and stomach until they stopped just above the hem of your panties. He hesitated for a moment.

‘Say yes.’ He whispered almost silently as you remembered all the times you’d read those words in the letters he’d written. Say yes to him, in every way. And though you never imagined you’d be doing it, the word poured from parted lips almost instinctively.

Juyeon was spurred on, his mind suddenly clearer than it had been all night. You looked down at the boy as he trailed the underwear over your legs, chuckling when he noticed the wet patch in the centre. Juyeon sat over your calves, leaning down until his face was equal with your core. A whimper left your mouth, floating into the air as suddenly, you felt lips wrap around your already sensitive clit. You choked out a moan as Juyeon pushed further in your heat, mouth moving up and down, the muscle prodding your entrance. More squeals came from your lips, stomach tightening as you pushed your core up into his mouth. His tongue continued to work your heat, moving quickly and powerfully until you could feel a coil beginning to form in your loin.

You pushed up further, hoping to cause more friction and find your high. As abruptly as he had begun, Juyeon pulled away, letting you writhe around, helpless. A particularly loud groan bellowed into the room. The boy moved back up your body, leaving kisses on your naked form every so often, the remnants of spit sticking to your skin. He continued until his face was inches above yours, his fingers meeting your bottom lip and pulling your mouth open. Juyeon dropped his forehead against yours, eyes big as a long, pendulum of spit emitted from his mouth. It dangled between your faces, Juyeon holding your lips open until his fluid reached your tongue. The taste of him spreading out over your taste buds, it was the same thick, sweet taste of the drink you’d been gulping at the party. It made you feel closer to him, comforted almost.

Juyeon forced his mouth down on you again, lips mellowing out onto yours in a much sweeter way than before. He continued for a while before lifting up and moving off your body for the first time since you’d awoken. Your chest could finally move better but as soon as you became adjusted, Juyeon grabbed your hips and spun you around. Suddenly, your bare ass was met with cool air, your face pressing into the pillow. Juyeon let his fingers grip you tighter, pulling your hips upward so your back arched and heat was vulnerable to him.

Your face tried to turn back to see what Juyeon was doing, but it was impossible from the angle. Instead, you waited, restless, rocking softly wishing silently that his touch would return. The sound of rustling and shuffling greeted your ears but still no touch. The knowledge that he was likely undressing graced your mind but still no touch. You waited and waited until finally, the warm, hard flesh of Juyeon’s cock brushed against your slick entrance. The member twitched in anticipation before the boy pushed it inside you, the stiff member filling you. Your heat stretched and pulsated, Juyeon remaining motionless for a moment to let you adjust to his size. After a moment, he began thrusting in and out. Slowly at first and then quicker, the pace building and building until your body began rocking with his thrusts. Juyeon held you in place by your hips, his fingertips likely leaving bruised bevelled into your skin.

Juyeon continued his thrusts, the tip of his cock nearly prodding your cervix as he furthered his assault. Your body felt weak and would’ve likely collapsed if it weren’t for Juyeon holding you up.

‘God, this feels even better than I imagined, you’re so tight, so warm. Fuck.’ The boy moaned, deep growls passing his lips as his thrusts burned into your core. You pushed back against his length, allowing it to brush against your g-spot, the walls of your heat twitching at the contact.

The boy let one hand dance onto your back, stopping just between your shoulder blades. He pushed down, your breasts pushed onto the plush duvet, the new position making it much easier for Juyeon to brush against your g-stop again and again. You writhed in pleasure, stomach tight.

‘Don’t you move baby, don’t fucking move.’

Juyeon let his other hand raise high into the air, slamming down against the taunt skin of your ass. Pain sprung out onto the flesh. The boy lifted his hand again, slapping you again, and again and again. Though at first it burnt, the jolts of pain began to add to the mound of pleasure in your loin. Juyeon continued his tirade of slaps, your ass beginning to burn with pain though that only seemed to spur him on. After a few minutes of thrusting and slapping, he swapped hands and began slamming down on your other cheek.

His thrusts became messy, his open palm clamping back down onto your hip to steady himself. Groans fell from his mouth, your back arching to let him hit all the deepest parts of your heat. Another few minutes passed, Juyeon slowly down and then with a particularly guttural moan, he pulled his length from within you. Your core felt empty, cold almost until his hands flipped you over. The tie wrapped around your wrist tightening and digging into your flesh. It burnt, just like your ass still was. Juyeon now looked down on you, kneeling between your legs, naked.

The boy looked like a statue, made in a laboratory. You didn’t understand why he was so enamoured with you, willing to break so many laws and moral barriers to be with you. He must be crazy, he was.

Juyeon leant down, hand on the bedframe to hold himself up. His mouth lowered, lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking on the tender flesh, and letting it bounce back with a pop. A whimper bellowed from your mouth, Juyeon looking up at you with dark, arrogant eyes. He moved up, face hovering above yours, his hard member brushing against your entrance, teasing you. A smile sprouted on his lips, one hand disappeared to stroke his cock up and down your slick entrance.

‘Please…’ You found yourself mumbling absent-mindedly, not even realising what he had done before.

He laughed.

His face moved away from you suddenly, fingers clasping the knife that was sat on your bedside table. Your stomach tightened, Juyeon’s member still on your entrance. Juyeon held the knife forward, pressing the tip against your breast, pushing down slightly. You felt the point dig into your skin, a droplet of blood seeping from the warm flesh. Another small whimper fell from your mouth, Juyeon’s smile growing tenfold.

‘Beg for it.’

‘What?’

‘I said,’ Juyeon ordered, pushing the blade down harder, another drop of blood slithering down your breast. ‘beg for it.’

‘Please. Please.’

‘Please… what?’

‘Please fuck me, Juyeon. I want you to fuck me, please. I want you inside of me again, please, I want you to fill me up.’

Juyeon smiled wide, sliding the knife downward and then pulling it away from your skin. And with one sharp movement, he pushed his length into you, stretching you once more. You both moaned loudly, Juyeon beginning to build his pace again. Hips bucking onto yours. The thrusts became as quick as they were before, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix again, the coil of pleasure tightening in your loin.

Once again, Juyeon lifted the knife and this time pressed it to your throat. The sharp blade slightly scraping your elongated neck, still continuing his thrusts until they became messy again. Juyeon let out several grunts, the sounds roaming the room like music. The boy made sure not to cut you, instead letting you merely feel the threat of danger. He snapped his hips onto yours once more, the pleasure in your stomach burning and finally, unravelling.

A long, feral whimper exploded from your mouth, head tilting back as Juyeon continued to thrust. The feeling of you tightening through your orgasm made his cock twitch, the member releasing its warm liquid into your heat. The warmth of his seed caused another moan to fall from your mouth, Juyeon growling low as he rode out his high. The boy trusted one more time and then let his length slowly fall out of you.

He still held the knife to your throat, hands still clasped around the headboard. You waited for something, for Juyeon to untie you and snuggle up to you in bed. Instead, he knelt above you, knife still on your skin.

‘What are you going to do now?’ You asked as Juyeon looked down at the ground beside your bed. He sighed.

‘I’m going to keep you. I just haven’t decided where.’ The boy uttered as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Only now, you’d let him.

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Worth more than some perceive (Victorian!Todoroki X F!Reader) Part 1

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Warnings: None.

Other: Quirks aren't a thing in this particular story and Endeavour's just being a piece of crap

Summary: Living hand to mouth was not easy in the Victorian ages, but you managed. Being nothing more than a dressmaker surrounded by rich people, you doubted someone would be interested in you. But you were proven wrong when you occasionally started to find neatly wrapped up little gifts on your threshold in the mornings.

Part 2 Here!     Part 3 Here!

~"(Name)! We got another order!" Your older brother William shouted from behind a corner. You really weren't paying attention to what he was saying as you were sewing a delicate silver ornament on the front of a beautiful dress.

~The ornament was what would catch most of the attention upon first look at the gown, so it had to be sewn perfectly, and by a steady hand. So you couldn't afford to make any mistakes or you would have hell to pay later.

~"(Name)!! Didn't you hear what I said?" Your brother enters the backroom of the boutique where you were working along with some papers in his hands. He looked and sounded a bit annoyed, but you knew it was unintentional. It has been especially a stressful week.

~"I did, but I am kind of in the middle of something here..." You trailed off as you stuck out your tongue in concentration and still not looking in your brother's direction.

~"Oh, apologizes sister. I thought you were having your break." He spoke more softly this time as he took a seat at his desk that was right next to yours.

~"I would be, but I have to finish this gown before closing. The customer said they would come to pick it up today."

~"I've noticed you have been working more lately. You must be more tired than usual." He pointed out, with a saddened tone.

~"Thank you for reminding me." You flatly commented as you continued to work.

~"I didn't mean to insult you, I'm just worried about your health." You scowled as you finally finished sewing the ornament and cut off the excess thread.

~"Yes, I have been working more lately since I also have to do a part of your work too. For example, last week you were gone for two days when you went to market our shop to the extravagant ball that had wealthy people from all over the capital." You still weren't looking at him.

~"And while you were spending time talking to very important people. I was here at the boutique doing my AND your work for those days." You looked over your masterpiece. Looking for any imperfections or accidental tea stains, finding none. "Plus, you wore one of my most expensive, delicate, and time-consuming suits." You continued your rant.

~"I have never made anything as high-quality as that suit, so if you somehow managed to get even one stain on it, you best believe I would have made you beg for mercy on your knees." You slipped the gown on a mannequin and spread the hem of the dress and took a step back to really see how it would look in the action.

~"It is breathtaking." William commented behind you.

~"William...." You said warningly as you finally turned to him, brushing non-existing dust off your dress skirt and long dress sleeves before crossing your arms. You could admit that right now you may act a little too harshly but you were tired and it clouded your judgment a bit.

~"Alright, alright, I know. But I already told you why all of it was necessary. We have to get our name out there, and what better way to promote our glorious suits and gorgeous dresses than letting them see them see first hand! You should have seen how intrigued and impressed all the men and women were when they saw me." He tried to lift your spirit by smiling brightly and jumping up and down a little.

~He wasn't wrong. If you two wanted more customers than the locals, you had to expand your promotion. And it took lots of effort and skill to lure people to consider buying your clothing, and William was good at that. And since you were a bit more advanced in sewing than William, it meant that you could get work done faster, hence you could handle the workload if he had to leave for a while. So you were always left to sew alone at the boutique.

~But it still bothered you.

~"I know, but it still frustrates me that it's always you who gets to go to the magnificent balls, wearing luxurious clothing while I'm here by myself working my arse off." You ranted while you paced back and forth in front of him. “They probably thought you tailored that suit and not me.”

~"I specifically told them that you, my dear sister, had been the one who made it." He grabbed your shoulder, in a last effort to stop your nonsense blabbering.

~"And you think they were listening? "A young woman couldn't possibly make something so prestigious and form-fitting for a businessman." "She surely couldn't have made it." "There is no way she designed it." I've heard them all!"

~"Calm down (Name)... You're breathing heavily again..." You didn't even realize you were. You took a couple of deep breaths and gazed at the floor.

~"It's just so... unfair..." You said depressed as you hugged him. You knew it had to be this way, but after a while, you start to grave for a taste of something new and exciting. Not the same old, same old bread that you have been chewing for the last few years.

~William knew how much more credit he was getting than you since most people automatically assume he's the one who designs the suits and accessories because he's the man who people first meet. In reality, it's you who does that. You're the one who basically runs the boutique, not him. William hugged you tightly back.

~"I know (Name)... I know."

~~~

~"Oh, did I forget to mention that a customer had booked an hour-appointment for this morning?" William asked as he went through some mail at his desk. You were just walking down the stairs from your shared home with your tea in hand.

~It was very convenient to have the boutique on the first floor and then your living quarters on the second. Affordable and comfortable, that's what you say. And you were always on time to open the store for customers.

~And with you being happy for once in a long time as you got a good night's rest, you figured that this day would be over in a breeze. You sipped your drink and sat down at your own work desk.

~"Yes, you forgot to mention. Did they say anything special in the letter?" You inquired.

~"Hmm..." He quickly read the letter again. "They said they wanted us to make a suit for them. Said that they would discuss more once they're here."

~"Interesting, It has been a while since we've made a custom suit. Did you get the name of the customer?"

~William looked at the letter again to see who the suit it was for, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers as he read the name.

~"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed as he jumped from his seat.

~"What is it, brother?" You questioned as you put down your empty teacup.

~"The customer is Enji Todoroki!!!"

~"WHAT!!!" It was your turn to shout and jump up from your seat. By what chance was someone so well known as Mr. Todoroki, coming to buy a suit from your small boutique?

~"Are you serious!? You mean... the owner of the steam train factory!?" You jumped from your seat ecstatic.

Enji Todoroki was well known for his very serious and hypercritical personality, and he even made a bigger name for himself when he funded the designing and building of the newest and the fastest train in the country. You didn't really favor him for his gruff and intimidating attitude, nor did your brother, but this was an amazing opportunity to get more publicity for your business since he is, a well-known and respected man amongst the wealthy.

~"Exactly him!!!" He confirmed.

~"I can't believe this!!! This is amazing for the business if he is satisfied with the outcome of the suit!" 

~"You said it, sister." He smiled brightly.

~Just then, the doorbell rang in the main area and multiple pairs of footsteps could be heard step inside the boutique. You and William looked at each other and breathed in together, as a silent language to tell the other to 'calm down and act natural'. As though you weren't shouting just a second ago.

~William exited the back room first with you following suit with a tape measure hanging around your neck and a freshly dusted off dress.

~The actual boutique of the building wasn't anything too special nor expensive looking. In one room, there was a giant front desk with plenty of table space, the whole wall behind the desk was filled with different colored and/or patterned fabrics, the right side of the boutique had different styled dresses and suits neatly hanging on clothing racks for customers who wished to spend a bit less on looking good, and the whole left side of the store held a large mirror, a couple of couches for guests to sit on, and a folding screen for privacy.

~For rich people, it may look cheap, plain, or downright shameful. But for you and your brother, it was your pride and home.

~"Good morning Sir! Welcome to The Siblings Attire and Accessories! How may we help you, gentlemen?" William greeted the two males plus their butler.

~"When you see such a fine suit presented to you, you would think the tailor would have a better taste in furniture." Mr. Todoroki shamelessly commented and you and William internally winced. It was your first time meeting the man and you were already tempted to give him a piece of your mind. Instead, you silently exhaled and bit your lip.

~"We apologize if our shop looks a bit flimsy to your taste, but I can assure you that our clothing won't disappoint you." You stepped up next to your brother.

~"I sure hope so." You weren't listening to him, but instead, your attention shifted to the person standing a bit away from him. The male's eye-catching two-colored hair immediately caught your attention as soon as you walked into the room, and now that you had a better look at them, he seemed to have even different colored eyes.

~He also had a painful-looking scar over his left eye that somehow made his already interesting aspects look even more intriguing. Or perhaps it was a birthmark? Either way, he was handsome, you were not gonna lie.

~Clearly he didn't enjoy being near Mr. Todoroki, or maybe even here in the first place. You couldn't tell from his mildly annoyed look while he kept a fair distance. Poor man.

~"Over a week ago, I attended a ball that you also happened to be present at, and I saw your high-quality suit. I need you to make a similar one for my son Shoto. We are going to be attending another ball and he needs a new suit." He explained and the whole time he didn't even spare a glance at you, as though you weren't even there. But his son did give you a mute acknowledgment, which made you feel better.

~"Certainly. If you could come this way Mr. Todoroki, I will take your measurements." You motioned with your hand for the dual-hair-colored male to walk over to the mirror as you grabbed a notepad and a pen from a drawer. He complied and went to stand in front of the mirror.

~"Aren't you supposed to take his measurements." The older Todoroki asked your brother.

~"Um... Pardon?" He inquired back and you turned to look at the nobleman.

~"I just was just wondering. You're the one who's going to sew it after all?" You gripped the notepad in your hand tightly out of anger. Who does this man think he is to assume who's gonna make what, and expect to be right? 

~"I apologize Mr. Todoroki, but my sister was the one who tailored the suit I wore to the ball last week. So she will be making your son's suit." William corrected him nervously as you sensed the fire of anger burning behind you.

~"She will be sewing the suit?" Mr. Todoroki inquired, sounding like he believed this was some kind of a joke.

~You were very close to saying something to the bastard, but the Todoroki whose name you learned was Shoto beat you to it.

~"Shut it father, it doesn't matter. Let her just do her job." He said in an annoyed tone.

~Fortunately, Mr. Todoroki didn't have to be told twice as he let the subject go with a 'tch' and a look of irritation towards both your way. Shoto 'tch'ed in response and began to take his coat and hat off. He handed the articles of clothing to his butler and lifted his arms to let you take his measurements.

~You began to measure him and asking basic questions such as what kind of vest he wanted over his dress shirt and how long he wanted the coat to be.

~He decided on a basic five-button vest with a coat that ended at the back of his knees. He wanted no ruffles on his outfit except for the neck piece.

~"I prefer not to have them." He expressed.

~"I understand." You said as you scribbled down some notes in a hurry. "Now what fabrics do you want your suit to be made from?" You led him to the wall where you stored your fabrics. Letting him have a look at them.

~"If you don't have anything special on your mind, I can recommend some colors for you if you'd like."

~"Please do."

~"Well let's see..." You trailed off as you thought deeply. "I think this royal blue would suit you well along with white and pale gray." You grabbed the tree rolls of fabric and placed them on the counter behind you for Shoto to see how the colors looked next to each other.

"I can make the coat mainly from this royal blue, and I can add some accessories to it such as buttons or other details. The dress pants could be made from this white, and the vest from the gray. I could even add a chain for your pocket watch on the vest." You rambled as you quickly sketched a rough picture of the finished outfit.

~Shoto listened intently as you continued on explaining what would look best on him and questioned if he wanted to make any changes. He thought it was nice to have a say in what he wanted to wear, instead of it being decided for him. Every time, he'd feel uncomfortable wearing whatever the other tailors made for him, but he didn't want to waste their hard effort. Even if he did not appreciate the suit.

~This was a new experience for him and he liked it. You weren't pushing him to make the suit from the most expensive and uncomfortable materials. On the contrary, you let him feel the fabrics and then decide what he wanted.

~For once in his life, he enjoyed the suit tailoring process.

~"Oh, I apologize. I am rambling again." You looked downcast, embarrassed.

~"It's quite alright, but about the vest, could it be made from a fabric with a pattern instead?" he politely asked.

~"Of course! Which one would you prefer?" You pointed to the gray fabrics that were each differently patterned.

~"I would like that one." He pointed to a roll that was out of both of your reach.

~"Alright, let me get it for you." You spoke as you grabbed a step ladder and placed it in front of the shelf. 

~You grabbed the hem of your dress and carefully climbed up to grab the roll, but forgot how heavy the roll actually was, so you started to lose your balance on the ladder. Shoto noticed your struggle and swiftly came to your aid by grabbing the roll from the other end with one hand while the other went to your back.

~"Careful, you could fall and injure yourself." He cautioned you and you blushed slightly.

~"T-Thank you, I'll be more careful next time." You said and placed the roll on the table. 

~You continued on designing the suit while your brother William kept your other guests entertained. Soon you two came up with a plan and Shoto seemed happy with it. All of the men left the boutique shortly after with Shoto promising he'll come again later that week for the first fitting.

~For some reason, you were looking forward to meeting him again.

~"Goodness! That was intense." You sighed heavily as you sat down on the couch with your sketch-notepad on your lap.

~"Not sure what you were expecting. They are a part of the Todoroki family and they tend to thrive for perfection. So of course they would want the perfect suit." William sat next to you.

~"Still. What really made this appointment easier was that this time the customer wasn't demanding ridiculous things or asking for a lower price. They even paid the 50% upfront without even batting an eye." You recalled.

~"They know what they are doing, and as long as we do what we're paid for, we won't be having any problems." He said.

~"Talking about problems, I'm still kind of upset about what Mr. Todoroki said..."

~"I understand your issue (Name), but it's better to just let it go. We must know our place, and that is below them." He reminded you and you sighed in defeat.

~"You're right…

~~~

~The day of the first fitting came, and Shoto Todoroki walked inside the boutique accompanied by the same butler as last time, except this time his father wasn't there. 

~This fact brought some form of relief to him as he wasn't sure how much longer he could tolerate his father's presence. Every minute Shoto spent in the same room as his old man when they had guests over or when they were at some meaningless ball, Shoto would imagine a pocket watch in his mind, count down the seconds and wait until he would be allowed to leave.

~In retrospect, one could say Shoto was happy to be in the small boutique. 

~It was a perfect excuse to be away from home for an hour longer than "intended". And since he wouldn't be allowed to move out of the household until he got married, these kinds of excuses were the types he was seeking for more often than not. And he gladly took every one of them.

~The familiar soft ring of the bell a top of the door signaled his arrival and shortly footsteps jogged out of the back room. It was the male tailor, William. Shoto looked around the boutique and didn't see the other tailor.

~"Ah, Good morning Sir! If my memory's not mistaken, you came in for a first fitting, am I right?" William said with the same enthusiasm as Shoto witnessed last time. This time however William's eyes looked a bit tired, which made Shoto wonder if the man had not slept enough.

~Why would he be concerned? He too has nights when he had to be working every once in a while. It was normal, nothing too serious.

~"Yes. You don't need to rush anything, I can wait until you're done with your current work." Shoto informed while taking off his hat.

~"Oh, I am sorry if you forgot, but I'm not the one responsible for your suit. I'll see if my sister is available. Please have a seat." William responded and disappeared into the back room again. Shoto paused for a moment but then shrugged off his coat and gave it to his butler to hold. 

~That's right, how could he forget.

~The white and red-haired male made himself comfortable on the couch as he silently thought. He felt like he was lucky to have you as his tailor. You sounded so inspired, motivated, and excited as you designed his suit. People with a passion for what they did, more often performed better than those who didn't.

~And it showed on the finished product. He wanted to know more about how you worked. How passionate one could be about something. It interested him for some reason.

~A few minutes passed by and there was no sign of either of the siblings, not even a sound could be heard. He wasn't getting impatient, but rather curious about what was keeping (Name).

~He didn't need to think about it much longer when he heard rapid heel clicks coming from the back room. Soon (Name) stood in the door frame with a pile of clothing in her hands, she bowed in courtesy.

~"I apologize for the wait. I was in the middle of sewing and you apparently told William that you could wait. Oh, and how are you?" You walked over to him. Now that you stood closer, Shoto could see the similar dark circles under your eyes too. For some reason, the sight made him sad this time around.

~"No need to apologize, I am in no hurry. And I am feeling good."

~"Alright then, let's start." You placed the pile of clothing on a small round table next to the mirror and handed him the fully finished white dress shirt and pants. Shoto took them and walked behind the folding screen to change.

~ a Few minutes later, he walked out and looked himself over in front of the mirror.

~"How does it feel? Any itchy spots? Is the fitting to your liking?" You questioned. Lightly tugging his shirt to the correct places and brushing off any hair or invisible dust on his shoulders out of instinct. You didn't realize it but Shoto noticed what you were doing, but he stayed silent.

~"They suit me perfectly, and I don't feel itchy at all." He commented as he looked at himself in the mirror. He really wasn't one to admire himself when he was in front of a mirror, but this time he couldn't help but look at himself as maybe for the first time in his life he felt comfortable while also looking good.

~"So nothing needs to be changed?"

~"No." He confirmed.

~"Excellent. Now let's try the vest." You said as you walked the few steps over to the round table. "I will have to apologize, for the vest is not completely finished." You held the piece of clothing behind Shoto, gesturing that you would like for him to put it on. Shoto carefully bent his arms back and stuck his arms through the holes as you helped him to pull it on.

~The unfinished garment had strings hanging from everywhere, unsewn seams, and buttonless holes. Even so, it looked exactly like he imagined it would. The shade of grey and the patterns were very much to his liking and he could already imagine how much better it would look once the buttons were sewed on and the whole piece was tidied up.

~"I like it very much." He commented as he shifted so he could see it from different angles.

~"I'm glad it is to your liking." You nodded as you scribbled extra notes on your notepad.

~"May I ask what you are writing?" Shoto inquired curiously.

~"I'm writing some notes. Now that I see you dressed in the clothing, I now have a better picture in mind what details I can add to your jacket since it will be the most eye-catching garment out of all the others."

~Shoto stood there before the mirror, where it would have looked like he was looking at himself but in actuality, he was looking at the woman behind him in the mirror. He couldn't explain how he was still mesmerized by how much work and effort you were putting into his suit.

~In this day and age, most tailors wouldn't give way too much thought to what they were sewing. It was all about how many pieces of clothing they could sell with the least amount of time and expense because they had families to feed and couldn't afford to waste time.

~But here you were. Putting so much effort into a suit that many men like himself would only use a few, if not only once, and then have another one made.

~Shoto can't count all the times a suit was tailored for him because after he wore it once, he would throw it away, for it was too uncomfortable or it tore easily. He had a few suits that he liked, but they weren't too formal. More so for running errands and such.

~"I'm quite impressed with your commitment to your work." Shoto turned to you as you were still scribbling on the paper. You stopped as you heard him speak.

~"Pardon?" You were caught off guard by his question.

~"Don't get me wrong, I wasn't implying that I thought you would do a bad job. I'm implying that I'm surprised at how much thought you seem to put into the clothes you make." He clarified. You stood there for a moment thinking about how to respond.

~"You could say I am passionate about the suits and dresses that I make." You temporarily pocketed your notes and pencil into your dress’s pocket while gesturing for him to take off the vest. Shoto complied and gave it to you.

~"Growing up, my family didn't have enough money to buy new clothes. So I always admired all the people with gorgeous dresses and fancy suits along with decorated headpieces and hats. Only to dream to someday own such pieces of clothing myself." You recalled as you sat down on the couch and started scribbling into your notebook again.

~"My mother was always busy working around the house, so usually I along with William were the ones who patched up our family's clothes with a rusted needle. Over time I and William got quite good at sewing and made it into a small business amongst the neighbors who didn't know how to sew." You continued. 

~"As years passed and we got better at sewing, our parent's health only weakened. Before they passed, our mother told us to do what we were passionate about and to do our absolute best at it." You finished with your notes and stood up to motion to the boutique.

~"That's exactly what we did. We sold everything we owned, took a small loan, and bought this boutique and all the equipment, fabric, and necessities to open a tailoring business with all the money we had. We made a name for ourselves with the quality formal wear we sold and here we are." You finished the story with a smile, remembering all the hard times you and your brother had to endure to be where you are right now. Looking back, you didn't regret anything.

~While you sat on the couch talking away, Shoto stayed put and listened to your every word. After hearing how much you worked and endured in your life to be where you are now, he felt so intrigued by you. a Woman who became something from nothing along with her brother, while his job and fortune were practically guaranteed from the moment he was born.

~You and your brother deserve respect for working so much and sacrificing sleep for your craft, but some people don't always give any because they are wealthier. In Shoto's mind, it's pathetic. To act ungrateful and more important only because they are wealthier than the person they are buying from. 

~'How unfair.' Shoto thought. And there's nothing he could really do about it.

~"That's a very inspiring story." Shoto commented with a hint of emotion he rarely shows as he stepped behind the folding screen to change out of the clothes back to his own.

~"You think so?" You called from the other side as you folded the vest and hung it over your arm and waited for him to finish. 

~"Yes, it's very inspiring in my opinion to hear such stories. It proves that people can be worth much more than some perceive." He said and you didn't know what to say. From the moment you first saw this split-hair-colored male, you knew he would be an unusual customer. But surely you weren't expecting him to think so highly of people "lower" than him. 

~He talked with you without the usual snappish, rich people attitude, which by itself already hinted to you that he didn't care about the difference between the social classes. He didn't even seem to mind when you talked minutes upon minutes about his ordered clothes or your passion for sewing.

~'He indeed is an unusual customer.' You thought.

~"Should we arrange another time for another fitting?" Shoto inquired as he handed the clothes back to you in a neatly folded pile. You nodded to him as you took the clothes.

~"Let's do to that, I'm confident that by then I will have at least a jacket ready for you to try on, However, I can't promise if it will have any details..." You trailed off as you dug around under the front desk for an appointment book. You let out a small 'aha!' when your fingers hit the said book.

~You dug it out and opened it at the page you or William wrote last. "Hmmm, I'm free next Thursday at 8 AM." You proposed. He nodded.

~"That will work." You nodded and started writing away with the ink pen. a few seconds went by when he suddenly spoke.

~"I apologize, but could you do a small request of mine?" You looked up at him when you finished writing.

~"What were you thinking?" You inquired, closing the book in front of you.

~"Do you decorate other pieces of clothing such as top hats?" You quirked your eyebrow at the request.

~"I've done it a few times, but usually that's the hat makers job." You spoke honestly.

~"I was only thinking of something small to make it match the suit, and I already have a hat you could decorate." You thought about it.

~"Sure, you'll just have to pay a bit extra for the finished suit because I decorated the hat too." You reminded him.

~"Of course, thank you." He smiled slightly, satisfied that he managed to convince you. You blushed at the sight and you cleared your throat quietly to distract yourself.

~"Pleasure doing business with you." You said with a smile. He nodded and bid you goodbye. 

~Once Shoto stepped out of the boutique followed by his butler, whose existence you completely forgot about, you let out a loud sigh as you slumped onto the front desk. Thinking about the nice things Shoto said to you and his gentle smile.

~'What is wrong with me?' You pinched the bridge of your nose blushing as you couldn't stop your mind replaying the past half an hour in your head. You stayed there for a moment when William emerged from the back room, holding a cup of tea in his hand while the other rested in his front pocket. He must be taking a break.

~"How is it going?" He sipped at his tea.

~"Well... I have a lot of work on my hands, that's for sure."

~~~~~~~~~~

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Wish I was (Dolores) Five x reader

Summary: You knew Five as a kid but when he left it felt like your life was on pause. When he comes back to stop the apocalypse you wake up as your thirteen year old self and seek the academy out

Word Count:1396

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

1994 April (five years old) You sat under the dogwood tree in your front yard. You were reading a book about flowers and their meanings. Flowers were your friends. No one wanted to hang out with a freak who could grow plants the way you do. It was getting late and with the setting sun, cold. Shivering in your overalls, you pause to think about weather you should go in. Your mother hasn't called you in yet and you wanted to read as much as you could before bed so you stiff it out, knowing she'd make you stay inside if you went back in. There was a strange sound followed by footsteps in the grass behind you. Startled you drop your book and half-spin to peer behind your tree to see a school boy fixing his tie as he looked around your yard. "Hello? My name is (Y/n). What your name?" You ask. You have never seen this kid before but maybe he was new and didn't know about the rumors surrounding your name yet. "Five." He blankly stated. "Five? Like the number?" You question. "Yes like the number." He glanced at your book, "Plants?" "Oh.. um yeah I like plants. I actually really like flowers." You say, hiding the book under your leg.  You were not in a hurry to tell him you could spontaneously grow plants out of the palm of your hand. "Well gotta do something in this shithole huh girly?" He noted. "That is not a very nice word." You pout. "You would be right. It's not a very nice word. So don't say it." The boy studied you. "Wanna see something cool?" He asked. You nodded shyly at him. "Yeah." He held his hand out to you and you stood to take it. The second you grabbed his hand he pulled you up and you were across the street from where you stood. You cleared your blurry vision before focusing on Five. "How did you...?" "I can teleport. It's how I ended up at your house. I wanted to see how far I could go." He explained. "I can do something cool too." You rub your face with one hand and drew his attention to the other where a blue tulip blossomed from your palm. "Here you can keep it. I promise it won't die." Five plucked it and smirked at you. "What does it mean?" You smile, "Trust." 1999 December(Ten years old) You sat in the grass, cold but content with looking at the stars. With your mom at work and your babysitter asleep, it was a perfect night to freeze to death trying to find peace in the sky. Until a blue flash of light brought your attention to the previously empty space in front of you. A space where now a smug looking boy in a "private school" uniform stood with his hands pushed in his pockets. "You should be asleep." Five states the obvious. "You should be at the academy reading German or something." You huff in retaliation. Five sighs, pulling his hand out of his pockets and takes his blazer off. He drapes it over you before sitting beside you. You give him a strange look. He shrugs, "I think it looks better on you." You smile to yourself, "Thank you. But why are you here? It's too late for either of us to be up." "Heh you caught me." Five rubs his hands together. "I wanted to run an idea by you." "Okay." You hum. "Do you think I can time travel?" Five asked. "I don't know. I think the real question is do you think you can time travel? Because I didn't know I could do half the thing I could do until I tried." You share. "I think I can but Reginald won't let me try." He pouts. "If you think you can then try. Why?Do you need the old man's approval for everything?" You smile at him. Five jumps up. "You're right. I won't know unless I just do it." You follow him up, "Well when you get to the future come here. To this tree, I'll leave you a present." Five holds his hand out and you hand him back the blazer before he dissipates in a flash of blue. 2019 March (30 years old.) Waking up as a younger version of yourself was not how you planed on spending your day off. You looked like a preteen. Again. After your small fit of angry though, you cleared your head enough to know what step to take next. It was about time you pay a visit to the Umbrella Academy. You researched it on the train back to Texas. It took almost a day to go back home. Once you figured out where the academy was, you walked from the train station to the academy. You braced yourself and knocked then quickly looked down at your vans when the door opened. "Um excuse me can you-" You begin. "(Y/n)?" You hear a male voice say. You look up to see a familiar young boy. "Five?" A million things ran though your head. You had to fight the urge to punch him. But you also had to fight the urge to kiss him. You always loved this boy. Always. Even when he left you to dry when you were teens. You didn't give him that flower for nothing. You though "soulmates" would be pushing it but he was your one and only love. Your blood boils at all the times you tried to date other boys only to be left again and again and this boy was the root of all of that. "Long time no see. You look terrible. Want a margarita?" He quipped, holding up his own alcoholic beverage. This stupid pre-adolescent boy had the audacity to make this a joke. You were not amused. "Five I haven't seen you in almost twenty years and the first time I do see you, you look exactly like you did the night you left- the night you left me. And of course you did something else to ruin my life so I am only going to ask you this one time okay? Why am I twelve?" You rant. "Um long story short? Because I am. Also you're thirteen. Not twelve." Five holds the door open for you and you push past him.

You have never been to the academy before but what you saw wasn't what you expected. From all the stories Five told you when you were kids you expected a boarding school or a prison but this was a house. A home. 

"Dolores this is (Y/n)." Pause. "Yeah from when I was a kid." Another pause. 

"Shut up, you're embarrassing me." Five said with a blush.

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" You jeered.

Five pointed to the bar where half of a mannequin in a poke-a-dotted shirt sat holding a half melted margarita. "You've got to be kidding me." You sigh, " you left me to live with a doll for twenty years? You know what? Screw you Five. I'm done." You spin on your heels toward the door to leave.

"I got the flower!" Five half-shouted as he pulled your arm to stop you.

You turn back to face him, absolutely shocked that he had remembered a conversation you had two whole years before he got the courage to time travel.

He reached into the pocket of his blazer and pulls out the Forget-me-knot bloom you had planted a year after he disappeared.

"I know what this one means too. And-and I never forgot you either. I'm so sorry I left the way I did. You deserved some kind of warning and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before you left but I love you. I really actually love you and when I I grew up in a future where you weren't there and I think I fixed it. You look like you did the day I left because you're tied to me. This is our second chance. My second chance. If you'll let me have it. There was not a day in my 45 years that I didn't regret leaving without you. I know I can't ever make it up to you but let me try. Please." He confessed.

You smiled, "Okay Five."

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More on the Pretty Ron Au. Does he suddenly ask Lavander and Parvarti for help, advice? Become Dobby’s student? Take over Harrys wardrobe (we all know he also has horrible clothes outside uniforms), Hermione’s hair? Just. I really like that this seems something that can makr him happy. Suppotive friends while he tries things.

Ron glances over at the Witch Weekly, attempting to follow the photos that are demonstrating how to properly style curly hair. He has rapidly become a fan of Miss. Trends- the pen name of the woman who does the hair and makeup advice column- but he’s hasn’t actually been able to try her techniques until now.

“Am I hurting you, Hemione?” He asks worried that he may be tugging on her hair too roughly to place into the buns. Miss Trends assured the coconut oil would help the curls be easier to work with but he isn’t sure if he’s been as gracefully as she is in the pictures, especially on those twists.

“I’m fine Ron. You’re being very gentle, it actually feels lovely.” His best friend assures. She gives him an encouraging smile through the muggle full body mirror her parents sent. They had set it up in a corner of the common room, using some chairs as a makeshift wall to mark their area, and slowly but surely, Ron been transforming the corner into his workshop.

Nothing too extreme, mostly he just worked on anyone’s hair that allowed him to- at first that was only Hermione or Harry but slowly more and more Gryffindors wandered closer as he got better-  while he started to collect fashion magazines, articles of clothes to practice. Dobby would appear at least once a day to teach him, all the skills he learned as a house elf for the Malfoy family, and for an hour Ron would sit in his corner soaking up as much information as he could.

Harry had even gone a step further, ordering mannequins, clothes, and the basic tools he needed to learn to make clothes. The first thing he did was adjust his school robes to finally fit him, and he beams in the body mirror when the adjustments make him seem lean.

Was that always how he looked? Had he always naturally look that well? 

For a while, Ron feared people would mock him, but after Fred and George made it clear they would retaliate if anyone so much as snickered, the Gryffindor house let him be. Ron of course was confused about why the twins would do so- and a bit weary he admits- but his brothers had winked and promised they would sell his clothes in their joke shop if he needed help in getting his name out there.

It took Harry pointing out that Ron’s new goal of being the pretty Weasley could be a career, especially if he made and sold his own designs. The twins took that as another Weasley wanting to own a shop like them, thus making Ron a kindred spirit and they show him the support they wanted all along.

The sentiment may have caused the youngest Weasley male to tear up but it also opens his eyes. He could have a store. Ron could make clothes that would help everyone who ever felt like him- ugly, unimportant, trapped, insecure- and let them blossom and glow. 

He may not be the first Weasley to own a shop, because Fred and Goerge weren’t going to let anything stop them, but he would be the pretty one with the pretty outfits and that was all his!

“It’s looking amazing Ron!” Lavender gushes as she hurries over. Ever since the Yule ball a few months ago, she and Parvarti had taken to stop and chat with him. At first, he was a little confused, especially since as long as he could remember Lavender had always been a bit odd around him. She giggled too much, had dry eyes since she blinked a lot, and generally seemed nervous all the time.

Then four days after the ball she walked up to him when he was alone. “I just want to know...you and Harry...is it true he flies both types of brooms?”

Ron knowing Harry didn’t mind people knowing he liked males and females after double checking with his best friend nodded. He had been used to people asking him the question, even after the news of Harry’s sexuality being broadcasted the very morning after the ball in all wizarding publications. She had taken a big breath before squaring her shoulders. “You only fly one right?”

“That’s right.” Odd no one really asked him, but he only noticed girls before. Not that he isn’t curious about boys but he doesn’t think it counts to be curious. He’ll have to ask Bill when he sees his brother next time. 

“Okay. Thank you for being honest with me.” Lavender's eyes had gotten glossy like she was on the verge of tears but before Ron could ask she turn and fled. Weeks later  Lavender approached him again but this time she did so after overhearing him trying to explain to his clueless friends what Winter and Spring colors were. Hermione looked best in winter while Harry was definite Spring he felt which she agreed though Harry had to be shades of green for his eyes.

Soon he found himself a new friend. With her came Parvarti, who Ron concluded was madly in love with Lavender, and the three often spent an hour going over trends and hairstyles. 

“You should tie it with the silver-blue ribbons. They make her eyes look even lovelier.” She suggested handing over the ribbons and Hemione beams at her. It always made him happy to see her getting along with more people in the house.

“You’re right. I just have to get it to fall around her face to frame it-there it is!” He stepped back nervously running his hand over his other hand as Hermione turns her head to see the messy rose bun he made her. She lights up in glee.

“Ronald! It’s perfect! Oh, and it looks so nice with the dress you picked for me” She stands to twirl in the light blue sweater dress that he coupled with a black outer robe and wool cap for her date with Victor. She would be spending the trip to Hogsmedes with him while Ron walked around with Harry. Thus the life of he single friends. 

“Would you like me to do your make-up?” Parvarti offers kindly. “Something light of course.”

“Yes please.” 

Ron steps back, letting the girls put the finishing touches on Hermione happy he managed the difficult hair style. He looks at his reflection while he passes to take a seat, grinning as the adjustments he made to his clothes recently make him appear as good looking as Harry.

Casually handsome, like he is trying but it’s not obvious he trying. Ron is very happy Harry has allowed him to take over his  wardrobe, because while he was hesitate to waste his gold on himself, the Boy-Who-Lived saw no reason to say no when Ron order new outfits for him. He got better at picking the right clothes and soon Harry was not only famous but one of the best dress in Hogwarts. It excited Ron to be his personal fashion designer. 

Maybe he could add that type of service for his shop...food for thought. 

Ron does notice his hair has fallen to the side, and attempts to finger comb it, still not used to it being this short but he does like it more. He’ll have to couple the red with the dark brown beanie, scarf and glove set he recently bought with the small coins he made from repairing some uniforms for his housemates. 

“Ron, I think you should pay Harry some attention” Lavender whispers into his ear as she helps push some stubborn strands of red hair under his hat for him. He blinks at her confused. 

Tilting her chin to where Harry is watching with a tapping foot and crossed arms on a love seat alone, he looks awfully impatient, she smirks. “I think he’s a little jealous of the attention you’ve been getting lately.”

He rolls his eyes.  “I’m spending the whole day with him. Why he always gets this bloody needy is beyond me.”

“He can’t help it. You are pretty good looking, and people are starting to notice. Harry is scared his boyfriend will get bored of him”

He laughs at her joke but does stand to walk over to his best friend, waving a hand. “I could never get bored of him.”

Harry’s green eyes light up at his approach and he scrambles to his feet. “Ready to go? I heard about this tea shop on high street. Madam Puddifoot’s”

“That’s a couple place Harry” Ron said which caused his friend to turn bright red, so he hastily adds on. “I can’t wait to have some of those famous couples cakes I hear so much about.” 

Harry is still blushing but at least he doesn’t look so unsure anymore. Ron is glad he never wanted to make Harry uncomfortable. Plus his best friend seemed quite excited for the tea shop and who was he to deny the bloke his request to go there? 

As it turned out, going to the cafe was the perfect idea because right across the little tea shop he spotted a closed down building with large circular windows that stole his breath. It may have been boarded up, but everything to the red bricks, white window sills and gleaming sign with the faded words fashion had him realizing he really did now have a dream.

Harry pulled out his chair for him as Ron gaped at the building. “That’s the one.”

“Hmm?”

“That building over there.” He pointed making Harry twist around to see, “that’s the one where I’m going to put my robe store.”

Harry gave him a soft smile. He did that a lot, like a part of him was utterly smitten and it made a strange warmth spread through Ron’s chest.  “I think it’s perfect. Feels right. Tell me about how you would decorate it.”

Ron open his mouth and found he could not stop, babbling like a loon about all the ideas bursting to life in his mind, of the designs he’s been thinking of and the newest project he has been working on with Dobby. Harry placed his face in his hands and stared at him the whole time that strange soft smile never once leaving his face. 

[kotas-dump]

Idk how to do the read more on the app but have some orc fondling.

The orcs took the land shortly after you were born. A few years later and you learned what that meant. Every year the orcs rode through the village, taking whatever women they wanted. Most were younger, beautiful women but one year it was your mother. Your mother was dragged away in their yearly passing. Taken by a big brutish Male kicking and screaming for you to hide. Your family was known for being good tailors but you hardly could afford to buy her back.

So she, like many others, melted into memories and with it. You were already a quiet child but after that you never spoke again. Your father didn't really care, as long as you worked hard he was glad you didn't complain. Once work was done for the day he drowned himself in ale with whatever profit you made. Slandering your character while he was at it. You were everything from lame, to disfigured, if it was an insult he threw it at you.

Sighing you sit down at your window side table to work on a new child's dress order. The view outside overlooked the lake and the beautiful weeping willow. Beyond the lake was the road into town. Years had passed since your mother was taken, the village was mostly older men and their wives now and there was you of course. Lame, speechless you. None of the younger men found your physical beauty anything worthy of note, coupled with a defect no man bothered being kind. Not anymore. Eventually you stopped hoping for life to be kind and just... accepted your place in it.

Soon you'd be 26 years old. A normal woman would have a child or at least be with child. Grabbing your thread and a needle you went to work. There wasn't any time to waste on a life that would never be. Your nimble fingers quickly sewed up the two cut pieces, the dress quickly coming into shape. Hours passed and the sun was high in the sky, your father finally waking from his hangover. Glancing over to him he stumbled over to the stove and put the kettle on for coffee.

"You eat yet?" He asked, voice horse and deep from sleep. Still his brown eyes were sharp when he looked up to see you give the smallest shake of your head. Grunting he pulled out a skillet and some eggs just as the horns rang out.

Glancing back to the window you see the orcs caravan heading down the road. With the first blooms of spring they came, today happened to be the day.

"Don't bother getting your hopes up. Even the orcs don't want your silent self. " your father grunted from the kitchen. The hiss of eggs filling the empty air.

Looking down at the toddler sized dress in your hands you felt your heart drop to your toes and nodded. At least you earned your place enough to stay. That was good enough.

Even as the delightful smell of food filled the air you found yourself lacking the desire to eat. It wouldn't help, denying yourself meals, but you continued working even when your dad placed a plate next to you. Buttered toast with a fried egg on top and a cup of tea.

You didn't even like tea, mother did.

Holding the dress up against the light of the window illuminated the thin summer layers of the dress. Smiling at your work even as a cloud moved over the sun and cast a shadow over your window. Lowering the dress back to your desk you let out a sigh that ended in a scream. Jumping, your chair tilted back and you slammed to the floor. Your head smashing into the corner of the dinning table behind your desk. Gripping your head a whimper squeezed though your lips and when you pulled your hand away it was dotted with spot of crimson.

An orc stood outside the window! What you thought to be a cloud was the wide shoulders of an orc. He wasn't looking though, but rather out over the lake. That was until you screamed. He turned, watching you scramble for a cloth as your father came in to help you.

Wanting nothing but for the embarrassment to pass you push your father away and wave frantically for him to go back to work as a loud banging comes from the front door. You both freeze, then look to the door.

"All women were to be at the well. Open the door or we break it down. " A deep voice said from outside the door.

Your eyes grow wide and your father leaves to answer the door. Your father is tall, a gene you were unlucky enough to inherit and yet the figure in the doorway dwarfs him.

"No offense intended sir but my daughter is a -" your father is pushed aside as three orcs force their way into your home and store. All three look around, their eyes catching the tunics displayed on the mannequin.

"Your daughter is a woman is she not? " the orc in front asks. Speaking to your father but looking at you.

Slowly you bring your hands down, the bloodied rag folded quickly into your hands.

"O-of course she is but she's lame. I would never wish to offend the chief with o-offering a broken woman. " Your father stumbled over his words on his way to your side but he might as well have stabbed you though the chest.

It was almost magic how words still hurt even after all this time. You cast your gaze down to your shoes, the pain in your head replaced with the familiar ache in your chest.

"What's wrong with her? She doesn't look crippled." The orc in front asks, his eyes hot on your skin. You can hear the other orcs going through the rack of tunics.

"She's a mute sir. Been that way for years." Your father doesn't miss a beat.

Heavy footfalls shake the house and there's a calloused hand grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking it back to expose your long slender neck. "No scars..." his eyes meet yours for a heartbeat before you look away. The orc forcefully turns your face this way and that, pulling painfully as if to get you to yelp. Almost as if he's testing something.

"She's never really talked much..." Hesitation and a touch of fear leak into your dad's voice as he watches you be pulled back and forth.

Pulling his hand away the orc stares at the blood on his hand. Your cheeks flush and you quickly grab his hand with both of yours, wiping blood away with the damp rag in your hands. A silence settles over the room and you freeze wondering what you'd done wrong.

The orc who's hand your holding busts into a deep laugh. The air no less tense. "She's an odd one isn't she?" He turns to the other two behind him and they hesitate before laughing along with him. "Your eyes are as good as dead but you've got a dying fire in there dont you?" Pulling his hand from yours he lifts your chin up to look at him. Confused by his actions and unsure of what's happening you look to your father. He's just as lost as you.

"LOOK AT ME." The orc snaps.

You quickly look back to him. Up close you can see the stubble growing in on his chin, the two tusks with matching gold rings and dark sapphire blue eyes staring at you from behind a heavy brow. Something on his face shifts and his lips pull into a smirk.

"Not even shaking. Most women would be scared of an orc. Doesn't mean well if we've got our hands on you. " he chuckles, dropping your chin.

Quickly your gaze falls back to the floor.

Cutting back in your father places a hand on your shoulder. "Like I said she's broken, lame and only good for tedious labor, hardly good enough for a human man let alone an o-"

Your father cuts himself off as you move away, going back to sit down at your desk. The orcs had their fun but your father was right.

"A-as I was saying, she's of no use-"

"That's not for you to say is it?" The orc snaps. A dangerous snarl in his voice. "Hiding a woman is punished by death you know. "

"H-HIDING? I'D HARDLY S-SAY I WAS HIDING her.." the fear is obvious now in your father's voice. The squeak of a calloused hand on leather squeezing a squawk out of the full grown man.

You snort, a failed attempt at suppressing a laugh, and set the rag beside the cold plate of food.

"Is it funny?" The orc asks, heavy steps approaching you from behind. "Your father dying is funny to you?"

Turning slowly you look up at the green-skinned man, then back to your father and shake your head. There was no way to tell him that the thought of being 'stolen' would mean you were wanted. That that very thought was funny to you. Even the idea of death was a nice one at this point in your life.

You reached out and peeled his hand from the leather wrap of his axe handle and stood up. Tugging him gently toward a shelf of tunics and plucking a deep crimson shade with brown and gold woven trim. It would fit him nicely if not a bit snug. Holding it up against his frame you nodded and placed it in his hands. It was one of the best tunics in your stock. You motioned to the door and headed back to your desk, silence filling the home once more.

"And what does that mean..?" One of the other orcs whispered. The air to tense to speak normally.

"Hmm" the first orc hummed, his fingers rubbing the fabric together.

You could feel his eyes on your back and you stared forward at the lake as the ache in your chest dropped to your stomach. Couldn't they just leave already? There was a few pretty women left in the village they could choose from.

Without words the heavy thuds of the orcs leaving was followed by the door slamming shut. Your shoulders slumped, and you could feel the tears burning your eyes. Another year and you were still unwanted. The harsh words of your father ringing over and over again like hellish church bells. You were losing the fight to hold the tears back and when they fell you shoved at the plate and screamed. Your misguided frustration sending it to the floor where it shattered. Your breath grew short and ragged as your frustration peaked. Fuck all of this. Fuck your father, fuck the stupid orcs, fuck life! Your chest heaved as your lungs struggled to hold any air. Tears burned their way down your face, lighting your chest on fire as you gasped for air. This wasn't fair! You worked hard! You didn't want your life to be this way! You dreamed of loving someone and being wanted, being needed. But not even orcs wanted you. Broken was right.

Your father muttered your name as if to calm you but you threw the childs dress to the floor and wailed harder. Standing up you spin to go to your room, to hide away and never come out until your hurt was replaced by that familiar feeling of numbness.

The orc with blue eyes still stood in your house. His eyes fixed on you, brows furrowed in thought.

You freeze, angry tears still steaming down your face, chest still heaving as you struggled to breath in the perfectly fine air. But.. you'd heard them leave... why was he still here? Pulling on your sleeve you wipe at your face angrily. What were you some spectacle now? Why did he look so transfixed? Frowning you shook your head, the tears still bubbling over as your throat grew tight. Storming past you headed for the door to your room.

A rough hand grabbed your arm and you whipped around so fast your hair smacked you in the face. Pulling on your arm the orc held firm. You grab more tunics and shove them into his chest with a sob. Watching as they fell to the floor in a heap. What did he want? You pulled at your arm again but he didn't budge. Out of ideas and embarrassed beyond belief you stare at the floor. Your hair acting as a curtain but the droplets of your tears hitting the floor proof you were still crying, the burn in your chest only a testimate to your unbridled emotions.

"Why are you crying?" The orc asks, his voice softer than before but no less deep.

A whimper leaves your lips and your shoulders slump in defeat. Gasping for a shallow breath you bring your hand back to rub angrily at your face.

"She won't answer you... I've been trying for years. Mute and lame, like I said, ain't no use trying. " Your dad comes up to you, his hand pulling at the orcs. "You can keep the tunics but... you're hurting her. "

"Hurting her?" The orc turns his icy glare to your father. Their voices were getting distant. Louder but muffled. "What I do with the one I choose is my business. She's no property of yours. Not anymore. Understood?" The orc pulled on your arm but the world was already growing distant. His voice so far away you could only hear the low growl in his throat as you stared at the shine of the tears on the floor.

Stumbling your body moved, why was he pulling you? The door was opened and you were hoisted up. Tucked against his chest with his arm resting under your back and knees. He lifted you ontop of a large boar and climbed on behind you.

You had to have passed out..? None of this was making sense anymore. Loud voices bellowed around you and your eyes looked around to see orcs mounting their own steeds. The world got blurry again as you looked back towards your home, your father standing in the doorway.

Green arms pulled you tight towards a broad chest and the boar began to move. This couldn't be real. It didn't feel real.

"Dont shed tears for them. Humans like that are no better than ants. " the orc grunted. His eyes looking down at you.

Blinking away the tears you sucked in a sobbing breath and stared down at the leather of the saddle. Your thumb running over the stitches as your breathing started to even out.

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It took hours for the group to reach their own village. By then your tears had dried and you'd fallen asleep slumped against the strong arms that held you in place. The orc carried you into his home, setting you down on his own bed, draping warm furs over you before heading back out.

A sharp nudge and you jerked awake. Bleary eyed you glance around. This wasn't your room, nor was it your house. The man waking you wasn't your father but the blue eyed orc. He held out a crude clay mug filled with water and you took it, sucking the water down In two large gulps.

"Are you feeling alright?" That soft deep voice came out again. His blue eyes catching in the candle light. He looked nothing like the orcs you fantasized about taking you away. He was clean for one. Aside from the stubble his hair was well kept and his clothes were in good condition.

Wait.. candle light? You glance to the window and sure enough, the midnight blue of the night sky is out.

Standing the orc takes the cup and sets it aside. "I'll take that as a yes." grunting the orc walked out of the room.

Pushing the furs away you sit up and quickly follow.

"The healer wanted to take a look at you in the morning. Lives down the road. " He began, hooking the pot of stew in his fire place and pulling it out from over the fire. "Figured it might be a good start. They already healed your head. Soup?" He ladles stew into a large bowl and holds it out.

A good start for what? Fertility? That would make sense but then why bother being civil? Each second you spent with this man strayed from how you imagined. Unsure, you take it and stand there awkwardly, a loud growl coming from your stomach.

The orc laughs. "Sit. Eat. I'll do the talking." He motions to a large chair nearby and you sit, blowing on the stew and avoiding looking at him. "But yeah. I'll drop you off there, pick you back up on my way home after I get done hunting." Making his own bowl he plops himself down in the chair across from you and watches you.

You're to hungry to care but as you reach the bottom of the bowl you catch him still staring. Biting your lip you rest the bowl in your lap. Did you do something wrong? You look away, toward the fire.

"Your eyes are still..." he clicks his tongue as if annoyed and goes back to eating.

Your eyes were still what? Plain? Boring? Sighing you wait for him to finish. Old habits creeping in as you stand and hold your hand out for his bowl. After a moment he gives it to you, blue eyes watching as you take them to the bucket and squat to wash them out. Standing back up you fling the water from them and turn to him.

Hes confused for a moment then nods, understanding. "First shelf on your right. "

Nodding back you set the bowls upside down on the shelf and sit back down. It was kind of him to take you but... why did he if he didn't like how you looked..? Ah yes that dull ache in your chest again. You crossed your hands in your lap and stared into the fire. To lost in your own thoughts you didn't notice him getting up and crouching down infront of you.

The orc stares, head cocked to the side. "Are you a virgin?"

The question catches you so off guard you snap to look at him only to jump and Yelp when you realize hes only inches away.

A smirk grows on his face. "That's a yes." He pauses, looking you over and scratching at his stubble. "Why?"

Blinking you wouldn't know how to answer that even if you wanted to. Instead you press your lips into a line and look down. Hands squeezing and you can still feel the moisture from washing the bowls.

Blue eyes scan your face. He is so close you can smell the stew on his breath. Smirking he stands up, shielding the heat from the fire and casting a shadow over you. "Your father said you were lame but you just can't talk. Or don't. Not that that matters. " Crossing his arms he raises a brow. "Strip." his voice is firm. It's not up for debate .

It was a command you expected, half looked forward to if only for the curiosity of it all. This man didn't love you and you wouldn't expect him too but to say you hadn't fantasized about this would be a lie. Standing up you slowly work at the strings of your bodice letting that fall to the floor followed by your skirts and finally the boxy chemise.

The orcs eyed you but you didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt a lot like the many visits to the doctor you took as a kid. He breathed deeply and huffed, reaching out and grabbing your waist. A hard lump lodged in your throat and you swallowed it down.

"Hmm" the orc pulled you against him, craning his face down to the top of your head. Again he took another deep breath, grabbing a fistful of hair he yanked you backwards and managed to pull out a small gasp from you in the process.

Despite the lack of romance in the air you'd be lying if it wasn't nice to feel his hands on your body.

Gazing up you saw a small smirk pull at the corner of his face. "Finally a reaction." The orc released your hair but grabbed your shoulders, spinning you slowly. "Not bad looking. Wide hips are good for surviving orc babies, tits are a bit small though. Eh but that will change after a kid or two. " he squeezed your breast, not enough to hurt but enough to make you flinch away all the same.

A low chuckle bubbled from his chest and he took your hand, spinning you again as he sat in your chair and pulled you down ontop of him. "You don't even smell like you're scared. Either you're to far gone or you've imagined this a few times before in that little head of yours. " he tapped your forehead, smiling.

Frowning you avoided that knowing gaze. It didn't matter right?

Shifting he pushed your hips to the middle of his lap, pulling your shoulders and back against his chest. "You know what I do smell?" He asked.

You stared at the fire. You weren't going to answer that but you knew the answer all the same as he pressed his nose into your hair again.

"Mmm.." the sound rumbled deep in his chest and you find the next breath you take is a shaky one. Was he trying to play with you again? It wouldn't be the first time a man toyed with your emotions.

Instead a calloused hand slid over your breast, kneading the small mound before rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Whining you squirmed, a weak attempt to get him to stop teasing you. If he wanted your body it belonged to him. It wasn't like you would try to fight him. Lord knows it's only piss him off... besides... you liked the feeling of his hands on you.

He kept playing with your beasts, tusk tangled in your hair as he inhaled. The faint growl was loud in your ear and his breath was hot on your neck. "Its a nice smell.." he whispered. Voice gravely and lower than you'd heard it before.

You could feel him staring to get hard beneath you and turned slightly, just a peek at his face. Blue eyes were half closed and his hand slid down your front. His right hand petting your stomach but not stopping until his rough fingers slid over your clit and right into you. A low growl announced his approval at finding you wet.

Squirming again you bit your lip, suddenly so aware of your body and unsure of what to do with it. What were you supposed to do? Where were you supposed to put your hands? His finger slowly rubbed circles around your clit and your body tensed as your eyes fluttered close. A quiet but lewd moan spilling from your lips. Your hands flew to your mouth, a rush of heat flushing your face.

The slow circles quickened and his free hand pulled your hands away from your mouth. "You're quiet enough as is." He growled, digging his hand back into your hair he pulled your head to the side and buried his face into your neck. Gentle but hungry kisses only fed that fire that burned in your cheeks.

Without warning a thick finger slid into you, sliding in and out of you roughly as your whimpers and moans filled the room.

Your hands gripped the arms of the chair, your hips begining to grind and buck against his hand on their own. This is the furthest thing from how you imagined this happening but at this point? You weren't about to complain.

His own hips moved, rubbing that shielded length against your bare skin. His tusks pulled at the skin of your neck as he bit at the sensitive skin he found there. Between him pulling your hair, biting your neck and fingering you, you found it impossible to keep still or silent.

The orc slid in another finger, stretching you almost uncomfortable as his thumb worked quick circles over your clit. "You're a tightly wound woman. " he grunted, his breath hot on your neck.

The pleasure was great but not enough to send you over that edge. It was almost painful how he brought you to close but never close enough. It was enough to make you whine loudly, grinding against his hand as your nails dug into the wood.

He breathed in that frustration, you could almost feel him smile against your neck. "You want release don't you? I'll give it to you if yo kis-"

Your lips were on his before he finished the word. Your first kiss was nothing, you would have killed a man if it meant sweet release from this torture.

He was surprised but as he kissed back his fingers pumped faster, curling slightly.

You moaned into his mouth and he took the chance to stick his tongue in your mouth. It was weird but you didn't care. It was only a matter of seconds before your back arched and you broke the kiss to gasp for air.

His fingers stilled but his thumb continued to draw lazy circles until your legs trembled and you twisted away from his hand. The pleasure washed over you like the lingering sting of electricity. Your muscles went lax and you rested your head against his shoulder.

Opening your eyes you found him smelling the fingers that had just been inside you. Squeeking you slapped his hand away from his face frantically.

Dark blue eyes turned to you and you flushed a dark red. "What?" He shifted, clearly still hard. "I don't even get to smell you?"

Swallowing the lump in your throat you stood up. Was that something men did? Shaking your head you quickly went to the buckets and rung out a towel. You wipe yourself down quickly, noticing a few new marks on your neck and shoulder before turning back. Your mouth fell open, the rag falling to the floor with a wet slap as you stared.

The orc was still sitting in the chair. One hand working his length the other held to his face as he breathed in your scent.

What? You're frozen in shock. He seems... big but with no comparison its hard to say. But there's no shame in his face at all as he grunts and growls. It doesn't take long before he cums into his hand, the orc visibly relaxes and his eyes close as his breath deepens. "Towel." He mutters, the hand he used to pleasure you now extended for the rag you'd left to get.

Right! Picking it up of the floor you quickly walk up to the chair. Taking his hands you wipe them down. You can feel him watching you and you swallow thickly as you wipe his length down. You make sure not to touch it with your hand, only the rag.

Taking it from you he tossed it back into the bucket. "There's a good girl. It's a beast for another day." His voice is softer than before and he tucks himself away before standing up. Stretching he looks at you.

Your standing there, naked, and about as lost as a duckling without her mother. This wasn't how you imagined orcs to be, or men for that matter. He smiled and picked up your clothes before wrapping an arm around your waist. Guiding you back towards the bed he shoved you down onto the furs and tossed your clothes onto the floor by the bed. Walking to the door he closed it. There fire would burn itself out and the room felt warm enough.

Stripping out of his shirt he tossed it ontop on the pile and his pants were quick to follow. Luckily he had a thin pair of shorts on underneath. Climbing in bed he blew out the candle. Plunging the room into darkness.

He groaned, punching the pillow before settling in. His arm drapped over your stomach, pulling you back against his chest where he nuzzled into your neck.

What. In. The. World?? Sucking in a slow breath you turned to look at him. There was barely enough moonlight to make out his face but you could see his eyes were open.

"You should sleep. " he whispered, arm pulling you close again. "You're safer here than you've ever been. Learn to relax." He grumbled, eyed closing.

Despite you believing his words you found it hard to sleep. Eventually his breathing mixed with the sounds of the night outside, the low snoring adding to the crickets and cicadas songs.

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[writer-k-pop]

Fashion

잃어버린 조각일 수도 있어. It could be the missing piece. Description: As Ateez’s stylist, you often get their opinions on concepts and outfits. It’s something you’ve always welcomed and encourage. This is just one of those times with the creative person that is Kim HongJoong. Warning: None Genre: A day in the life Word Count: 1.5k

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My ringing phone pulls me out of my wonderful slumber. Grumpy, I roll over and pick up my phone. Squinting against the bright screen, I make out Ateez’s manager’s name on the caller ID.

“Hello?” I answer the phone, eyes still closed.

“(Y/n)?” A voice that does not belong to Ateez’s manager speaks from the other side. “Did I wake you up?”

My eyes shoot open and I pull the phone away from my face to make sure I read the caller ID right. “Who is this?” I ask.

“Hongjoong.” I now recognize the voice as the senses become more awake, “My phone is dead and I needed to ask you for something.”

“Can it wait till I get into the office, Joong?” I ask, “I spent all day yesterday stitching Mingi’s ripped shirt back together.”

“But I need your advice.” Hongjoong pouts.

“On what?” I ask, checking the clock. It’s 5am and I don’t have to be up for another two hours but I don’t think I’m getting back to bed at any time.

“I want to make a jacket for this comeback but no one will tell me what the other outfits will look like. I don’t want to make one that sticks out like a sore thumb against the others.” Hongjoong explains.

“Hongjoong, I can’t even show what the concept colors are or anything until I get to the office.” I laugh, rubbing my eyes.

“I know but you always have an idea for it and it’s fun to work with you on stuff like this.” He explains.

“So you called me at 5am to tell me that?” I laugh, surrendering to the day and getting out of bed.

“Don’t people usually get up at 5am?” He asks.

“Only people closely working next to idols do.” I tell him, dragging my feet to the kitchen for some breakfast. “Most other people don’t even stir until 8am.”

“Oh, sorry.” Hongjoong apologizes softly.

“It’s okay. I should be putting in more hours for the next concept anyway. I have a lot of work to do on it.” I ramble while putting some bread in the toaster. “When will you guys be back at the company building?”

“Uh, we have rehearsals until like noon or something and then an hourish break.” Hongjoong thinks, “Oh, manager hyung wants to talk to you.”

I nod, “Mm, okay.”

“(Y/n)?” Their actual manager’s voice asks.

“Yes, I’m here.” I answer.

“I am so sorry for waking you up.” Their manager apologizes, “I didn’t know he’d call you, he said he wanted to monitor their rehearsal from yesterday and then disappeared with my phone.”

I smile at Hongjoong’s antics, “That’s okay. I should be getting to the office anyway. I think Hongjoong wanted to see me later today if he had the time.” I mention.

“Ah, yes. After their rehearsals, I’ll send him up right away.” Their manager declares to me.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you later.” I say goodbye and then hang up the phone.

The toast pops out of the toaster and I swipe on the butter which is quickly followed by the jam. I don’t bother to sit down to eat, so I just lean against the counter and munch away on the toast.

Looking around my apartment, I make a reminder to vacuum the living room when I get back tonight. Hanging over the arm rest of the couch is the half jean, half plaid jacket that Hongjoong begged me to get for him.

Finishing my breakfast, I move back to the bedroom to get ready to go into the office.

30 minutes later, I’m changed and picking up the things I need to bring in. Purse goes over and across the body. Mingi’s repaired shirt, Hongjoong’s jacket, and the black and white striped shirt Hongjoong asked me to combine with a black hoodie for Wooyoung are all tucked away in a bag. Turning off all the lights, I walk out of my apartment and out into the still silent world.

30 more minutes later, I stand across the street from the KQ building, waiting for the pedestrian walk sign. The streets have filled up slightly with some cars but it’s still relatively quiet. When the sign turns green, I scuttle along the crosswalk, my bags are starting to weigh down on me.

Walking through the main lobby, I greet the receptionist and head to the elevators that will take me up to my office.

Walking into my office, I set the bag down on the table and maneuver around the 8 mannequins scattered around the room to reach my desk. Tucking my purse away, I log into the computer to check a few emails. After deciding that there’s nothing important going on, I move to the bag of clothes I brought, lay the items out, and begin to work on this round of concept outfits.

Before I know it, another stylist comes knocking, asking to join her for lunch.

I apologize and decline, while pinning an accessory onto a jacket. Giving myself a five minute break, I sit down in front of my computer and start searching for more clothing items to play around with.

A knock at my door makes my ears perk up but doesn’t interest me enough to turn around. A pair of boots on my computer screen has my full attention.

“Come in!” I yell to whoever is at the door.

“(Y/n)?” I hear a male voice ask, “I’ve brought Hongjoong up for you.”

Hearing his name, I immediately pull my attention away from the boots.

“Yes, he can come in.” I stand and walk towards the door.

Ateez’s manager nods his head and moves aside to allow an excited Hongjoong into the room.

“Woah.” Hongjoong breathes out looking at the mannequins in the room. “Are these ours?” He asks, reaching out to touch Jongho’s jacket.

“Careful.” I caution him, “The accessories haven’t been sewed on yet.”

Hongjoong retracts his hand but continues to admire the clothing.

“Do you only have these ones?” He asks, moving onto Mingi’s mannequin.

“Oh no, I have like five other sets in the wardrobe room downstairs.” I tell him, watching him admire the work. I sit down at the table with my laptop, “You wanted some advice?”

“Yeah,” He suddenly remembers why he came up here and sits down kitty-corner from me. “So I have an idea for this jacket but it wouldn’t be for the title track, it’d be for the B-Side track.”

“Okay. This is what I have conceptualized so far for the B side track.” I tell him and pull up the concept boards on my laptop. “So I far I only have these four but the other two will be along those lines.”

Hongjoong’s eyes widen and he reaches for my laptop. “Woah, how long have you been working on these?”

I lean back in my chair, “Mm, like all the outfits or just the B-side track outfits?”

“All of them.” He says nodding to the mannequins.

“Uhm, it’s been six months?” I think back. “Yeah, six months.”

“Only six months?” Hongjoong shakes his head, “You’re good.”

I wave my hand at him in disagreement, “Anyway, what was your idea for the jacket?”

Hongjoong nods and pulls out a sketch from his back pocket. I look over the sketch and nod in amazement. “This actually already fits pretty well with the concepts.”

“But?” Hongjoong probes.

“But it still needs a bit of work.” I finish, laying the sketch on the table. “I can fit it into the next line of outfits for the track. Once I get those started, I’ll let you know so that you can add the finishing touches to it.”

“You mean you’ll add it in?” He asks, giddily.

“Of course. You always make really creative and cool pieces so why wouldn’t I put it in?” I tell him. “Honestly, never hesitate to show me things you make. You never know, it could be the missing piece we need to finish the concepts.” I shrug.

Hongjoong nods excitedly. “I’ll organize my ideas too, so it’ll be easier to view and understand.”

“That would be lovely.” I smile.

He checks his phone and immediately stands up. “Ah, I’m late to rehearsals.” Hongjoong bows and begins to make his way out of my office when I remember his clothing items that are hanging in the closet.

“Hongjoong!” I call out and he turns to me, “I almost forgot these.” I quickly pull his jacket and the modified sweatshirt out.

“Ah, you found it?” Hongjoong’s eyes light up when he sees the jacket. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I laugh and hand the items over.

“Wooyoung’s gonna love this.” Hongjoong says holding the two pieces in front of him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He repeats.

“You’re welcome, now go to rehearsals before we get in trouble.” I joke and wave him towards the door.

Hongjoong scurries towards the door and leaves with one more thank you.

[jadenjace]

‘ TUNNEL VISION ‘ - A SELF PARA FOR JADEN LAPOINTE . ( atlanta task 006 )

tonight's the night to run a red light , drive past the words and continue despite what he said and the fact that he begged you to swallow your pride just this once . save tonight , save the show , broken glass and broken bones , tonight is all you'll know , show them how fast you can go . please slow down , you'll roll us both over the last that i heard hell had froze over ; you lost your war , you lost your race . so just swallow your pride and cover your head , because you're in the fast lane to a hospital bed . you risked it all , how fucking dare you still show your face ??

trigger warning : car accident , injury , blood , horror imagery , death .

he wouldn’t have missed this , not for the world – jaden had been nearly counting down the days until he could see ezra again , not that he was clingy at all but simply because he couldn’t contain his excitement to be going on a date with the girl that he’d seemingly been hopelessly crushing over . god , she was beautiful , and totally out of his league at that , but even though his invitation to the arcade was dorky and lighthearted he knew that this could be the start of something real . she wasn’t made up of pixels , she wasn’t fictitious ( as much as his friends seemed to tease him ) or something he’d made up to seem cool and maybe , just maybe , there was a chance that she felt the same way back . with a bunch of lilacs bundled into one hand jaden parked up his car and exited the vehicle to hurry up the staircase , tapping knuckles against the door he’d been pointed toward over and over until it cracked open ever so slightly , then more so to reveal the brunette beauty on the other side . 

“ you’re early , “                  “ you’re beautiful , “ 

he was cheesy , most of his pick-up lines learned from movies or the books he’d been reading , but it didn’t seem to matter . dressed up in what was deemed ‘ fancy ‘ in his mind ( a shirt unbuttoned a little too low tucked into dark jeans , low-ankle doc martens ) it was clear jaden had made an effort , but nothing could hold a candle to how stunning his date looked . so far he’d only seen ezra in her cinema uniform or in her comfies walking through the basketball courts , but with just the slightest lick of makeup and a dress that fit her curves just right .. he was speechless , high cheekbones flushed with a rosy pink that he was thankful the darkness masked . “ yeah i know it’s lame . let’s go , i wanna get there before the big guys get their hands on the best games . did you know that ermac in mortal kombat was originally just an error in the code ?? he was never meant to exist , but he became such a cult figure from the early games that they remastered him and added him into new releases as his own separate character , “ the oldest lapointe sibling could speak about video games for days , and he often did . between their journey from ezra’s apartment to the parked white audi outside he continued to spout off facts that anyone else would deem as useless , although to him they were priceless artefacts that lived in his mind rent-free . “ -- and tomb raider : angel of darkness was released super early to compete with the indiana jones game , so it means it’s super glitchy , but if you ask me it’s favorite one . that and legend , or maybe anniversary .. you get to stand on midas’ hand and shoot gorillas which is super , super cool .. oh god , and a fucking t-rex , ezra !! you gotta fight a t-rex -- “

babbling turned into white noise but soon enough he was opening the passenger side door for her to slide into . once shut , jaden looped around the car to take his position in the drivers seat . since passing his text ten years ago he’d barely ever worn a seat belt , not really seeing the need to since up until this point he’d been an impossibly safe driver . there was nothing to be worried about when he was behind the wheel .. or at least that was what he thought . the couple continued to be lost in conversation . perhaps that was both their blessing and their curse , the radio blaring at full volume with giggling voices only just raising above powerful speakers , finding common ground in all things buffy , the office , roswell .. nerdy things , really , that made him adore the girl even more . chatter was so relentless that he hadn’t noticed the other car driving a little too close to his own as they rocketed down maine streets . closer , closer still .. jaden’s eyes were trained on the road in front of them but that wasn’t where he should’ve been focusing , unable to react quick enough to the glare of headlights and a screech of metal , an ear-piercing wail of rubber against tarmac . in a split second all he could think about was protecting the girl beside him and so both hands turned on the wheel , veering the car to narrowly avoid the collision which would’ve no doubt stolen ezra’s life in a second . 

the beloved audi first swerved off the road and down the grassy bank , before flipping over and over and throwing the young lovers around inside like a shaken snow-globe . having neglected to pull his seat belt over his chest in the first instance jaden was smacked against the window , headbutting the dashboard , crashing against metalwork as the shell of his vehicle continued to twist until coming to a halt at the bottom . commotion was the last thing he heard . the male was knocked out on impact once his brain collided with plastic but his unconsciousness was probably for the best — if the searing pain had been felt the older of the two would’ve been screaming , sobbing for help , but instead he lay completely still among the empty mcdonald’s bags and spare items of clothing he kept in the car for emergencies . crimson pooled beneath him in a puddle that settled in the cracks of the vehicle but even when it looked like there couldn’t possibly be any more the stream continued on . jaden had never been the best at biology and science but he did know one thing – blood loss was bad , really bad , and there had been a hell of a lot of loss on his part . it was a miracle that the male was still breathing . although it was ragged , shallow , gurgling in his throat , he was clinging onto the hope that by some blessing of god he’d make it out of this alive .

the way he was laying like a rag-doll with the strings cut made it seem like the figure in the driver’s seat was a discarded mannequin , lifeless and sickly pale compared to his usual tanned complexion , but the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he lay barely conscious showed any medical professionals that he was clinging on , barely . his right leg caught between the collapsed bonnet barely resembled a limb anymore , a bloodied mess of his shin with jagged bone protruding outward , surrounding area yellowed and bruised beyond recognition . sure , he was only three quarters of a man now , but he wasn’t giving up without a fight even if his energy was dwindling now more than ever . that voice was unmistakable , and although his eyes were shut and his throat croaked whenever he attempted to speak jaden knew that if he remained in silence with only the occasional moan he was destined to die there . gritting his teeth and digging deep to muster all remaining strength , a blubbery excuse at her name shuddered from his lips . syllables were so slurred it was barely audible but he hoped ( no , he prayed ) that ezra would at least hear the grunt and turn to see the mess hidden within trash-bags .

the stretch of road had been rather deserted but to their surprise , and later relief , bystanders had caught glimpse of the incident and dialled 911 as fast as their fingers could . time seemed all but an illusion now and so it could’ve taken seconds or hours , but soon the gargling of fluids from jaden’s mouth was subdued by sirens , flashing red and blue through a treeline that he was convinced was the last thing he’d ever see . beneath broken branches and shattered trees laid the car that had once been one of his prized possessions with the engine continuing to whirr , the melodies of pop-punk records wavering in tone from a spluttering and dying CD player . the first thought in his head was whether ezra was okay , fluttering lashes forcing his gaze to the side where she lay bruised , bloodied , but conscious . the next was how , if he wasn’t dead from this , his dad would kill him for totalling the car . in reality neither of these things would be a worry , instead weeks of a drug-induced sleep and months of trauma , physical therapy , night terrors and a healthy dose of post-traumatic stress disorder thrown into the mix .

the scene was a bloodbath , taken straight from a horror movie , and it was clear on the faces of the paramedics that this was something they hadn’t experienced before . not to this level , anyway . the leg ( or lack thereof ) was mauled in such a way that it was difficult to see what was left of it , let alone the telling sharp bite marks that left jagged cuts of skin around the wound . if he pulled through they would serve as a constant reminder of what happened , of that clown who’s eyes seemed delighted at getting a taste of such a fulfilling meal . how was he meant to explain all this to the traumatised girl above him that fought to keep him awake against all odds ?? as he stared up at her , eyes glassy and fogged over , her face was illuminated as if she was his very own guardian angel . maybe he was hallucinating those feathery wings or the glowing halo above her head , his body’s way of stopping him from going completely insane from the agony , but if he hadn’t thought she was beautiful before she was simply ethereal now .

[pinkevilbobdoesthings]

Another Widojest fic! “Anything for You!”

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Caleb arrived at the convention hall to find Jester on the verge of a panic attack. “Jester!” he called out running towards her.

“Caleb!” She quickly wiped her eyes and grinned at him. “The show starts in 15 minutes. Are you sure that you’re okay with this?”

“Ja, I’d do anything for you, Jester,” he said, meaning it.

Jester handed him a garment bag. “Okay, so you’ll have to get changed in the men’s room, but then you can come backstage and I’ll take care of all the last second details.” She pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you again!”

Caleb’s world spun and his face grew hot. “Ja, you’re welcome. Anything for you Jester.”

“Now get going!”

Not needing to be told twice, Caleb ran to the bathroom and unzipped the bag in a stall. It held a beautiful gown purple with sparkles imitating the stars. There were splashes of pinks and blues and all sorts of clever stitching or at least Caleb guessed there was. He didn’t know much about fashion. All he knew was that Jester’s model was sick and the dress was just his size. Wiggling into it, he found it a little snug, but the cleavage wasn’t as bad as he was afraid it would be. The only problem was that he couldn’t zip it up all the way by himself. Caleb pulled on the matching gloves and ran out of the bathroom.

“Sorry it took so long,” Caleb said as he hurried over to Jester backstage.

“Oh, it’s fi-” Jester turned around and her jaw dropped. “Gorgeous.”

Caleb held up the sides of the dress. “Well, you did make it. When does the show start?”

“Less than ten minutes, but you know you really don’t have to do this, right?” Jester asked. “This is just some amatuer local fashion show. It’s not that important.”

“It’s important to you though,” Caleb said. “Can you zip me up?”

Jester stepped behind Caleb and clumsily zipped him up, brushing her hands against his back. “There you go! I’ve just a few places where I need to stitch you in. The bust isn’t as loose as I was afraid it would be.”

“You’re welcome?”

Jester giggled. “Right, I’m stitching you in and Nott’s going to do your makeup.”

Nott rushed in pulling up a stool and stood on it. “Now, I’m no miracle worker, so it’s a good thing you’re already pretty. Is simple okay, Jester?”

“Simple’s what we got time for,” Jester said through a mouthful of pins. “Now hold still, Caleb.”

Caleb did his best to pretend to be a mannequin so he wouldn’t get stabbed with pins or a mascara brush. The backstage was full of all sorts of hustle and bustle. Jester wasn’t the only one there needing to make last second alterations on her entry.

“There!” Jester said throwing up her hands. “Done!”

“Same here,” Nott said stepping back from Caleb.

He looked at himself in the mirror. It was the barest hint of makeup with a touch of shine on his bottom lip. Nott had left down most of his hair down framing his face. With the dress, he actually did feel beautiful. “You two do amazing work. What are we doing for shoes?” Caleb asked.

Both Nott’s and Jester’s faces fell. “We forgot about shoes,” Jester whispered.

“We forgot the shoes!” Nott shrilled.

Tears began to well up in jester’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, Caleb. And you were so sweet to offer to model for me.”

“Nein, nein, it’s fine,” Caleb said. “I’ll just wear my normal shoes.”

Jester looked at his shoes with a look of horror and disgust. “Caleb, I’m sorry, but those deserve to be burned.”

He had to agree with her there.

“Do you think that there’s someone we can borrow shoes from here?” Nott asked.

“I’m a size 11 in men’s,” Caleb said. “That would take a miracle.”

Jester paced. “We’ve less than a minute. I’m just wasting everyone’s time.”

“Is there a rule against going barefooted?” Caleb asked. “We can claim that it’s a statement. About the something or other?”

“The ebb and flow of time?” Nott suggested. “That should work.”

Jester stared at Caleb. “Are you really willing to do this barefooted?”

“For you, Jester? I would walk across coals.”

Jester giggled. “I just need you to walk the catwalk.”

“Then I will.”

“Places everyone!” Someone called out. If Caleb thought that backstage was busy before, it was nothing in comparison to the chaos that erupted with that announcement.

Jester led Caleb to the model line and found his place in line. All the other models and designers gave him odd looks since he was the only male model. “You know what to do, right?” Jester asked.

“Ja,” Caleb said with a confident smile. “This isn’t my first runway.”

“What?” Jester looked genuinely surprised. But then the show began and there was no more time to talk.

Caleb drew his shoulders back and kept his head up, staring straight ahead of him. Keeping his face neutral, he strode across the runway. Everyone stared at him, but for once, Caleb didn’t care. It wasn’t him they were seeing but the dress. Jester’s dress. And he was going to make sure that everyone in that room knew how beautiful it was. He stopped at the end of the runway hitting a pose showing off the silhouette of the dress. With one look over his bare shoulder, Caleb turned and went back down the runway. As soon as he got backstage, Caleb nearly double over catching his breath. He’d forgotten about the wave of anxiety after a walk down the runway.

Jester met up with him as quick as she could. “You were amazing!” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“Ja, danke, I mean, you’re welcome,” Caleb said all too aware of where her lips touched his face. “I’m glad to help you.”

“I wish that there was some way I could pay you back,” Jester said. “I mean, normally I’d give my model the dress, but you probably wouldn’t want it.”

Caleb shook his head. “What do you mean? This is the most jaw-dropping dress I’ve ever seen. I’d be honored if you saw fit to give it to me, but please don’t think that you have to.”

Jester stared at him. “Really, you’d want my dress?” She honestly looked surprised and grinned uncontrollably.

“Ja, but on one condition,” Caleb said.

“And that is?”

Caleb grinned and gathered all his nerve. “Allow me to take you someplace truly worthy of it.”

Jester gasped and then smiled. “You got a deal.”

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Notes:

Look, we just want to see Caleb comfortable and happy in a dress. That's all.

Also thanks to dorcasdeadows for her help betaing this fic.

[krreader]

BTS scenario → making you feel insecure.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: language genre: angst ; fluff

a/n: hope you like it bb!!!! (masterlists are in my description box)

kim seokjin

You didn't really do lingerie shopping often, especially not with Jin being here, but you had liked what the mannequin had worn in the window and decided to just go in.

However while you were changing, you couldn't help but overhear the conversation between your boyfriend and the employee.

“You have beautiful eyes, if I might say so.”

“Oh,” Jin laughed, “Thank you very much, that is so nice of you. You do too.”

And so even though you had just wanted to take off your shirt, you quickly put your jacket back on and pulled the curtain back aside, the employee looking at you with wide eyes.

“So?” Jin got up, “Did it fit?”

“Didn't try it on. I don't really like supporting shops where the employee's flirt with the men of other women,” and maybe the employee looked so shocked because her boss had heard everything and apologized ten times minimum to you, but you really didn't care.

Jin, however, didn't like how you handled that situation and told you so in the car.

“Your jealousy might get a person fired, (Y/N).”

“My jealousy only had to come out because you flirted with another woman,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “It's not like it's already super hard for me to be happy with myself in this relationship, when you continuously compliment other women.”

“Wait.. what?”

“Buying lingerie, getting my hair done, my nails..- do you think I'm doing all of this because I like it? True, in the beginning I did. But now I do it because I feel like I have to, or else you'll drop me because I'm not good enough anymore.”

Now that wasn't at all what he had expected to come out of your mouth. If he had known that, he never would have talked to the woman like that and from now on, he'd be more careful with his words and actions.

Because even if you didn't believe it, to him, you were perfect just the way you are.

min yoongi

“She's pretty talented, isn't she?” Namjoon said to Yoongi as they were listening to the background vocals of their newest track, “And.. super hot.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi laughed.

He had referred to the talented part, not the hot part.

But see, as a girlfriend, you didn't care about that. You heard the combination of another girl being hot and a confirmation of your boyfriend in the next sentence and that meant war between you and him.

“Maybe you should call her up and tell her that she's hot. I'm sure she'd appreciate it.”

Yoongi slid lower and lower in his chair, brushing his hands over his face.

“Your jealousy is making me lose five years of my life right now.”

“I wouldn't have to be jealous, if you didn't spend 4 hours a day with a girl in a small room like this,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “Do you know how much it sucks, Yoongi? To wait at home for you, knowing that you're with her? That you could be doing god knows what right now?”

At first he wanted to argue against your point, but when he looked at you, he immediately closed his mouth again.

You hadn't screamed at him once.. you were just.. upset and sad. And he didn't want that.

So he got up from his chair and simply pulled you against him, “I'm sorry for making you feel insecure..”

jung hoseok

“Thank you, Hoseok,” the girl unwrapped her arms from his neck and lingered for a moment, “For everything,” before she walked away and your boyfriend looking after her.

That same smile that she had was on his face too, but it quickly disappeared when he saw you standing in the hallway.

And so a moment later, you and him were screaming at each other, you accusing him of cheating on you, when the reality was a lot different.

“She had personal issues. I helped her with it.”

“And I suppose the hug and lingering looks were for personal reasons as well?”

“Stop being jealous over a friend of mine. Just because she's a female doesn't mean I treat her differently than any of my other friends.”

“Oh, okay. So you would be okay if you saw me doing that to one of my male friends? Walking out of your dance practice room, covered in sweat and hugging him goodbye? You would be okay with that?” Hoseok bit down hard on his tongue, already knowing the answer to that question, “I'm being jealous, because I have to be. These kind of things.. they make me insecure, Hoseok.”

“You don't need to be. I promise you.. there is nothing going on between her and me, she's just a friend.”

“Then make that clear to her. I respect your decisions to hang out with female friends on your own, but there need to be boundaries..”

“I understand,” because if the roles were reversed, he probably wouldn't be the nice Jung Hoseok anymore if he saw a guy hug you like that.

kim namjoon

“Oh my god, you're literally so smart,” Namjoon smiled from ear to ear when looking at the American interviewer in front of him, “I'm so glad someone like you is doing the interview, honestly.”

“I'm the lucky one, trust me. It's not every day I get to talk to handsome guys like you.”

That. That should have been the moment he should have told her he was in a relationship with the woman standing next to Jimin and hearing every little thing.

But he didn't.

Your boyfriend just chuckled.

And so once you and him were back in the hotel, he was bound for an earful.

“You were flirting with her, for fuck's sake! Right in front of me!”

“No, I was having a conversation, that's another thing, (Y/N).”

“Oh, I see. Now you're making it seem like I'm stupid, right? Well, then. You thought she was so smart, didn't you? Then why don't you go back to her and fuck her, hm? Why don't you?”

“I hate it when you're jealous.”

“I wouldn't have to be jealous, if you didn't flirt with girls everywhere you went!” you screamed, pushing against his chest, “Hearing you talk to her like that.. praising her for being so smart.. do you know how much that hurts me? You.. you literally never called me smart, Namjoon. Ever.”

“I always told you that I thought smart was sexy. And I call you the sexiest woman alive. Daily. Now do you think I'd think you're so attractive if I didn't think you were smart?” he cupped your face with his hands and let out a heavy sigh, “I'm sorry I made you feel like this, babe. Honestly..”

There was no use in defending himself any longer. Giving in and letting you win the argument was easier..

park jimin

You and your boyfriend were originally only going for a walk, mainly because two of his members had been screaming at each other for the past hour and neither of you could stand it anymore.

But who would have thought that an hour later, you and Jimin would be the one having a screaming match instead.

“Don't you think I noticed the way you looked at that girl? The way you smiled when she smiled?”

“I was being polite!” he retorted.

“Oh, is that so? Are you always polite when I'm not around then? Do you always look at girls like that? And are you sure it only ever stays at that?”

“You need to stop. Right now,” Jimin crossed his arms in front of his chest, “You're being jealous and saying things that aren't true.”

“Well, I wouldn't have to be jealous if you didn't look at other women like that!” Jimin was ready to have a discussion with you, but the second you started crying after that sentence, his posture softened, “I see you looking at these pretty girls and every time you do I think I'm losing you. Because I'm not pretty enough. Because I'm not rich enough. Because I'm not smart enough and..-”

“Okay, please..- please stop,” he crossed the room and quickly pulled you into his arms, “I swear, Jagi, I'm only being polite. I didn't know I'm hurting you like this, really. And I'm sorry.”

This clearly wasn't just jealousy anymore, but him making you insecure. And that was the last thing he wanted.

kim taehyung

“What about you, Taehyungie?” Minho asked with a chuckle, “What's the one thing you'd like to try in your next role?”

“A kissing scene would be fun,” he didn't mean it literally, especially not because you were sitting next to him.

But while his friends chuckled, you didn't think it was funny at all.

“Yeah, cheating on your girlfriend is so fun,” you muttered into your glass as you gulped down the alcohol in one go.

All the guys opposite of you raised their eyebrows, then looked at Taehyung like: 'You fucked up big times'.

And even though they had wanted the night to go on for longer, they had decided to suddenly all get up and leave. No way would they stay and wait for the gun to finally go off between you two.

However, it was only when you were in the car, that he said: “Thanks for being the jealous girlfriend in front of my hyungs. That was so nice of you.”

“Thanks for making me feel like I'm not enough for you, Taehyung. That was so nice of you,” you had wanted to drive home with him, but instead, you got out of the car again and walked off into a different direction, your boyfriend running after you right away.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

Fight or no fight, he wouldn't let you walk on your own in the dark and so he just fell into step next to you and walked you all the way to your apartment in silence. Only five minutes before you finally reached it, he said, “I didn't mean it that way, (Y/N). I.. was only trying to be cool in front of hyungs.”

“That's actually so sad.. that you think you need to hurt the girl you love in order to be cool in front of your friends. Real mature of you.”

And even though you pretended like you didn't want to see him, you appreciated him running after you, even into your apartment where you talked it out eventually.

You actually just wanted to hear him apologize a couple more times.

jeon jeongguk

You thought you had been the only one to see it, but it was only a day later that you came across the first articles saying: “Breaking News: Jeongguk from BTS finally dating?”

Yeah. Dating you. But definitely not the girl on the front page.

But honestly, it did look like it. From the way they were smiling at each other, it did look like they were in love and you wouldn't judge anyone who did believe it.

And Jeongguk knew that this would be the topic you and him would talk about today. But that you didn't even let him take off his shoes, before you threw the tabloid onto the ground..-

“You know.. if you cheated on me, at least you could have made it less obvious.”

He let out an annoyed sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, “I'm not cheating on you. I didn't even really look at her, maybe for two seconds.”

“Two seconds too long, Jeongguk. Especially with a look like that!”

“Why are you so jealous over this? You know how they like to make up their own stories, this isn't new for you..-”

After all this time.. the fact that he still didn't get it.. wow.

You turned around so that your back was facing him and silently said: “Do you know how hard it is for me? To see you up on stages with these pretty girls and MC with them? To see people ship you and that person and how happy it would make them if you were together, when you're actually with me? A person that nobody knows or cares about? And if they found out, would definitely hate on? Because I'm not famous? Because I’m not important? Because I’m not pretty or rich enough?”

He didn't respond right away. Instead, you felt two arms wrap around you from behind and a kiss being draped against your shoulder, “I'm sorry, but.. there is nothing I can tell you. Because nothing is going on between me and her. There is only you in my life and I want it to stay that way forever.”

Sometimes it was just so hard to believe..

[amzyspinkarch]

Cut Style- Cavendish x Plus Size Reader

You have been taking calls, sending and responding to emails all day, tracking down clients or important people whom your supervisor wish to speak with. Packing boxes and having packages sent out to call for a messenger service, including taking your supervisor's dog for a walk and getting her lunch and coffee. 

To say it's been a stressful day would be an understatement. One would think three months in the internship, you would be used to the chaos and bizarre yet normal in this industry's eyes,  errands. You look to your list for the next upcoming phone calls to be made. A sigh escapes as you lean your head onto the chair, closing your eyes for a moment of peace. 

That peace did not last very long as 'everyone's favourite blonde' as you like to call him, graced you with his presence. You sigh picking up his scent from his very expensive perfume. 

''I bring you both my presence and coffee and this is the lacklustre reaction I get?'' he pauses waiting for a response, yet none came 

''Y/n!'' he snapped. You involuntarily flinched before collecting yourself, lazily opening one of your eyes. A dark brown iris meets his pools of sky blue. 

''Hi" you lazily greet your co-worker and sit up to give him the attention he so loves. Your eyes roll on the thought ''What do you want cabbage?''  you ask rudely with a smirk knowing the nickname always gets on his nerves. It works best when you want him to get out of your space. Though, it's not too hard to when the other females here flock to him granting you an escape. 

He puts the coffee down on the desk giving you an annoyed look. You squint at the beverages not trusting this sneaky son a bitch one bit after the last stunt he pulled. A memory from your earlier time here at Marie Clare plays.

The first time you are introduced to everyone, you felt a swarm of butterflies in your stomach as your nerves almost got the best of you. You were only able to nod, smile and shake hands of your new co-workers who were all smiles. Your day went on being given a tour, introducing you to your supervisor and shadowing.

During the upcoming months, you've taken on every task given to you without complaint and executing each with the standard required. Day in and day out you prove yourself to your supervisor and the magazine. There were days where you missed lunch and had a lousy dinner while handling more business before crashing and waking the next to repeat.

An entire day was filled with taking calls, running small errands, dressing the models and fetching accessories and providing the staff with snacks and beverages. You catch sight of Cavendish busy styling one of the models. The pair seemed to be flirting with each other or having a fun conversation judging by the smiles on each's face. For some reason, you couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. Why? You started your journey of self-love and acceptance so why break that for a couple of strangers? 'Are you strangers though?' your mind asks. You shake your head getting it back into the game. This is not what you worked your ass off for, to seek the attention of a guy.

Your impeccable ability to style, dressing mannequins, selecting and coordinating outfits, colours and accessories for display, draping and pinning fabric, your work discipline has started becoming the talk of the workplace reaching the ears of a certain blonde. Your talent being compared to his were the wrong words to hear. The fact that you are good and becoming the centre of attention was eating him up inside and he didn't like it.

You were busy between waiting for a call back from a client and styling a mannequin that you hadn't realized Cavendish coming your way with two coffees in his hand.

''Hi there'' he chirped you startled again from his presence and whipped around to face him. The first thing he noticed were your nude ombre glossed lips before your 90's inspired outfit adorning your body and beautiful dark skin. Alas, though you are a sight to see, that wasn't enough to soothe the bruises to the ego.

''You have to stop scaring me like that man. Seriously'' he gives a fake apologetic smile and hands you your coffee.

''I just wanted to come see about the girl who's the talk of the office. Your work has been...nice. It's nowhere as great as mine but.. .'

You accept the coffee raising an eyebrow ''is that so?''

''Qui. My style’s... c'est magnifique. Your work is decent though.''

''Thanks for the coffee, we should do this again next time.'' You give a blank face looking at up at the tall male. He chuckles and walks backwards with his hands raised.

''It was nice meeting you y/n'' he dismisses himself leaving you to huff at the audacity of him. You go back to work and forgot about the coffee for a minute before picking it up absentmindedly. While working on the mannequin, you take frequent sips of the liquid before your stomach started having a queasy feeling along with trips to the bathroom.

This was not good; you had a list of daily tasks to be completed. All essential for the magazine and failure to stay on top of your work could be disastrous for the magazine and you. You barely made it through the day completing tasks and to your apartment bathroom.

Having a break from releasing your bowels for a minute, you think about the events from the day. Your mind went to your moment with Cavendish as you became upset at the memory when it hit you. The assailant caused you to become both horrified and see red.

After you've overcome your sickness, you marched into work looking for the blonde finding him working on piece. It looked amazing what he had so far you admitted. Nevertheless, you had a mission. He was sitting at his desk hovering over a sketch lost in thought. You slammed your hands down on his desk gaining his attention as he looks up with the same sickening charming smile. How could he live with himself? You leaned towards him.

''You poisoned me with no care for consequence. What kind of sick person stoops that low? I'm not going to have you fired for this but a word of advice, if you want to take out your competition, do so with some class and not repulsive tricks like this. I worked my butt off for this internship; I'll succeed at getting this job full ti.-''

''I will personally make sure that you never get this job. You're not'' he pauses to look at your full figure ''fit'' you dryly chuckle

''Listen to me. I will not let some lacklustre, shallow, self-centred, my little pony looking ass bitch drive me out of the place which will become my future job. Cavendish...sweeties...you can go fuck yourself'' you straighten yourself before turning your back and walking out with grace.

You straighten yourself in your chair looking to Cavendish and give a closed-mouth smile. `"I'll pass on your death drinks Cavendish. Thank you.''

''That was a long time ag-'

''Don't...don't do that. Don't act like it was nothing big. You poisoned me and I should've reported you but I wasn't going to get you fired for being a jealous prissy pants.'' The blonde stares at you still surprised at how blunt you can be

''Do you ever listen to what you say?''

''My words are as blunt as both your words and actions. Don't act fazed, what I say is the truth. Anyways what did you want I'm busy'' he scoffs before leaning closer and your fingers kiss. 

The attraction for each other is undeniable yet neither will be the first to start...anything. You already decided distractions aren't a luxury you could afford and any would be detrimental to all the hard work and time you've been putting in. You remind yourself that you are but an intern, desperately needing this job after college. You have no time to play house with someone who's foot is already in the door. Cavendish takes a moment briefly taking in your features and attire, appreciating everything before breaking up the moment.

''I came to give you some good news. I'm going to style a certain celebrity and I came to bring you coffee so you can celebrate with me before I go down to my fans..'' he says dreamily. You all but laugh at the male.

''Congratulations''

''You didn't let me finish''

''Oh there's more'' you say uninterested.

''Honestly, you are so brash. I also wished to let you know I have decided I'd let you shadow me. Or be my little helper. Amanda said that would be great for you and I. You learn from a great teacher and I, well... I show you what it's like being around greatness. Even now you are a witness as we converse.''

Your lips purse before you speak, words dripping with sarcasm ''Woow, really! Me? Oh, Cabbage I'm so honoured that you chose me to be one of your followers! I hope I can..make you proud'' you wink

''My gosh woman! Honestly y/n I'm trying to be nice here''

''You're being self-centred that's what but, that's very nice of you. I appreciate it. I would like to learn from you.''

"Thank you. See, you're already getting better at gratitude''

''Whatever little knowledge I need to know''

''I hope you fall down the stairs'' he says taking the coffees off your desk going to turn around

''Ha-ha I'm sorry Cavendish. Come back, I am grateful and thank you for the opportunity. I'm just not sure why you picked me?'' he releases a breath before turning to you again, his voluminous hair bounces with the movement.

''If you must know...I didn't entirely agree to this but I thought you'd actually need the opportunity. Plus, they've done this before with past interns. I was more so assigned with you really but I reluctantly agreed.'' You give him a face 

''I said I agreed still didn't I?'' you shake your head chuckling involuntarily

''Fine Cavendish, I would actually love to learn from you as you have more experience than I and I'd need all the experience I can get. Just...can you promise not to sabotage me? No poisoning or anything'' you say looking at him pointedly as he rolls his eyes

''Fine y/n'' you firmly nod and put your hand out. He looks at it then into your dark brown eyes bemused. Nonetheless, he takes your hand and you shake once. You've surprised him more than he'd like to admit these past months. He's taken an interest in you even if he still despises the shared spotlight.

''Truce?'' you ask.

''Truce.'' He picks up the drinks up teasing you

''You get no coffee though''

''I didn't want that shit anyway. You probably wanted to poison me again you psycho.''

Without peeling his gaze, he takes a sip from the cup meant for you feeling the warm liquid wash down his throat, warming his insides. He licks his lips.

''Mm mocha.''

''Get the fuck out''