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xiaojusaur · 4 years

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Pairing: Ten x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warning: Piercings kink, masturbation, unprotected sex, orgasm denial

Word Count: 3.7K

Description: Your roommate Ten gets a new piercing somehow interesting, which wakes a hot curiosity in you.

You and your roommate Ten never had interest in each other. Your friends, his, and even random people thought it was pretty weird for a guy and a girl to live together and not even want to touch a hair of each other. They thought you two fucked like bunnies all around the house when in reality you just spent most of the time studying or just chilling.

Ten did bring girls to his room, but that was none of your business. You always told him that as long as he can keep it down, you didn’t care. But it doesn’t happen often either. Ten is pretty chill, he just likes to photograph everything, draw, and play the guitar. Even though he is kinda pervy, you always take it as a joke.

He really likes piercings, you thought he had like eight of them, counting the ones he just got recently: the nipple piercings he’ve always wanted.

He came one Friday shirtless and all giggly. But before you asked, you noticed the four little diamonds decorating his nipples. “No way!” You exclaimed.

“Yes way! I just got them! Finally!” He giggled.

“Did it hurt?” You were genuinely curious.

“Hell yeah! And now my nipples are sensitive,” he said as he poked them with the tip of his forefingers.

Not lying, they looked really nice on him. Any girl would be thriving to touch them. But since he was your roommate and now your best friend, you were weirded out.

Two weeks later, he arrived at the apartment too excited. You were doing the dishes as you heard the door. He came all jumpy, “Hi, Y/N!”

“Hello Ten,” you smiled, raising your eyes from the plate you were washing.

“Guess what?” He said all bubbly, smiling that 1000 watts of smile he has.

“Umm... you got a girlfriend?” You took a wild guess.

He grimaced, “No! That’s so not me, what the fuck?”

“I don’t know, you’re kinda unpredictable sometimes,” you shrugged.

He sat on the countertop, waiting for you to guess again.

“I just cleaned that! Now it gots your ass all over it!” You complained.

“Oh honey, you’re gonna need more than that. Do you know how many girls I’ve fucked here?” He was teasing you.

“Gross,” you pushed him.

“Anyways, I got another piercing!” He applauded for himself. You swear he had problems sometimes.

“Really? What did you get this time?” You asked not amused at all, while resuming your dishwashing.

“A Prince Albert,” he murmured.

“A what now?” You said confused.

“It’s a piercing I can only tell you what I got. I can’t show you,” he explained.

“And why is that?” You questioned cluelessly.

“Because it’s on my dick,” he said shamelessly, so much that you thought he was joking.

“I don’t believe you,” you said, a smile starting to form on your face.

“I swear it! Do you wanna see?” He did as he was about to unbutton his pants, but you stopped him with a shriek. “NO! No... I don’t wanna see that.”

“So are you gonna believe me now?” He was smirking.

“Yeah, totally,” you said not challenging him anymore.

Ten was your friend and he acted cute and bubbly most of the time, but he also was very dangerous. He would do ANYTHING to prove you wrong, even if it meant to show you his dick. And being honest with yourself, as soon as he said where was the piercing, an unusual curiosity awoke in you.

“So why did you choose that one?” You asked.

“Well, I read it increases the sensation when having sex, for both me and the other person, I also heard it drives girls crazy just by finding it out,” he gave you his usual devilish smile.

“I can’t believe you,” you said while shooking your head no, but also laughing.

He’s your roommate, naturally you’ve seen him even in just underwear. Ten is really attractive, you don’t understand why he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet. He has a great figure, he’s also a sweetheart, the whole package. But probably he just wants to play around, since he knows how hot he is.

Your friends can’t understand how you guys haven’t jumped into each other yet. They can’t even believe you haven’t even kissed. It’s not like you don’t want because there are times you’re feeling lonely and just want someone to cuddle with, but you don’t let yourself get tempted.

That night, you couldn’t sleep well. Maybe it was that you ate late or maybe it was the thought of Ten’s piercing lingering in your mind. You were rolling on your bed, uneasy, groaning because you just wanted to sleep. So in the loneliness and darkness of your bedroom, for the first time, you found yourself with your hand between your legs, touching yourself, unconsciously thinking about Ten. In your quick release, his name escaped your lips in a low moan. When you came back to yourself you panicked. Why did you do that?! What were you thinking?!

You got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to get some water, to calm yourself and to see if it made you rest better. What you didn’t expect was to see Ten on the couch, watching TV in just a pair of boxers and an unzipped sweater. You couldn’t conceal your shocked face but you could blame it on your still asleep brain.

“Are you alright?” he asked concerned.

“Yeah... I just can’t sleep well,” you said with a groggy voice. You brushed your hair back while walking to get a glass of water. “What time is it, Ten?” You asked from the kitchen.

“It’s 3 AM,” he replied.

You came to the couch and sat by his side with your glass of water, looking to the TV but not really watching it. You finished your water, took the glass back to the kitchen, and were about to go back to sleep when Ten stopped you. “Do you need help?”

You were so confused, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you need help? To sleep I mean, I can... give you a massage or something. Are you stressed?” Poor Ten, little did he know he was the reason of your insomnia. Maybe his massage would help you so you accepted, “A massage would be nice.”

“Turn around,” he motioned with your finger so you could give him your back. He quickly placed his hands on your shoulders and started to massage them, as well as you back with his thumbs. His hands were magical, you felt lighter instantly. His hands glided to your back, massaging tenderly your shoulder blades with his fine fingers. You closed your eyes, relaxing, trying to get back to sleep.

He touched a knot spot, an indication of the finals’ stress. “Oh... that’s the spot...” you moaned when he massaged there, pressing harder.

This wasn’t helping, on the contrary, it was adding up to your arousal. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your hardening nipples under your silk pajama shirt.

You felt he was stopping and in a way, it was a relief. You could just go back to sleep, forget about your thoughts and act as if nothing happened the next day.

But suddenly you felt his lips on the side of your neck and your body entered in panic mode instantly. Was it your mind playing games or was this real?

“What are you doing?!” You screamed alarmed.

“I-I’m sorry... I went with the flow... I shouldn’t have done that...” he stuttered.

What should you say? You liked it, you wanted more.

Between your shock and your desire, you don’t know how it happened, but your lips crashed with his, full of want. He was kissing you back, fiercely, passionately, with all the lust both of you were holding inside during all this time.

You straddled him on the couch and he quickly placed his hands on your back, pulling you closer while never stopping from kissing you. Since he was just in boxers, you could feel his member starting to get hard, so you started moving your hips back and forth, grinding on him.

“Oh...” he moaned, throwing his head back. He kissed your neck hungrily while you continued to grind on him.

“Tell me something,” he said panting.

“Yeah?”

“Since when you’ve been wanting this?” He slipped the straps of your pajama shirt from your shoulders to then kiss there.

“I- I don’t know... something changed when you told me about the piercing. I guess you were right,” you confessed.

“About,” kiss, “what?” kiss.

“It did drove me crazy.” You could feel his smirk on the crook of your neck, but he didn’t give you time to think, biting your neck softly. You moaned and now he was fully hard, you could feel it right there on your shorts.

“Do you wanna find out if it’s true what they say?” He suggested.

“More than anything,” you said out of breath.

He groaned and asked, “Your bed or mine?”

“Mine,” you decided and he just lifted you and walked to your room.

He threw you on the bed and quickly hovered over you. He attacked your neck with such hunger, you were starting to believe he was a vampire. His lips went south, over your shirt, which he raised a little to expose your navel. He kissed his way back up, taking the shirt with him. He licked his lips and then took a nipple in his mouth, licks and nibbles making you wetter by the second.

His hands caressed your legs to then land right at your core. Since you were sleeping, you didn't have underwear, you were all at his mercy, all exposed for him.

When his fingers found your wet and naked folds he hummed and said, “So you’re one those, huh?”

“Shut up! I’m in my house. I could be naked if I wanted to,” you complaint but stopped as soon as his middle finger reached your clit.

“Hmm... you’re so wet,” he pointed out.

“Please Ten, just fuck me already,” you twisted on the bed.

“Ugh, so impatient. Let me prepare you first,” and as soon as he said this, he inserted a finger inside you, your mouth falling open. A few pumps later and he inserted another one, making you arch your back. “Fuck Ten,” you moaned. His fingers reached deep and he was going so fast you thought you were gonna explode right there. You were a moaning mess, not caring if anyone heard. “Oh my God! God!!! You’re so good with those fingers! Yes!!!! Ohhhhh... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You gasped at the last fuck.

“Are you gonna cum?” He asked with his devilish smirk.

“Ughhhh! Yes!! Keep going! I’m there!” you keened. His thumb started to rub your clit while his fingers were deep into you, pressing your sweet spot just right. You felt your orgasm getting closer, so you just succumbed into the feeling, exploding with a heavy breath, clenching his fingers and trembling like you’ve never had before.

He let you come back from your high to then whisper in your ear, “we’re not done yet, baby,” giving you the most delicious goosebumps ever. He removed your shorts, leaving you all naked on the bed, all for him to enjoy and devour.

He threw the sweater to the floor and then took off his boxers, his member springing free.

You’ve never seen him naked before, but he was perfect. His dick wasn’t too long but it wasn’t short either. On the tip, you saw the freshly put ring, just a ball closing it, shiny with precum.

You licked your lips on the thought of having that inside you, you couldn’t wait anymore. You spread your legs in front of him, letting him know you were all ready to receive him. He just chuckled and you smirked back at him.

“What?” he asked pretending to be innocent.

“You scared?” You challenged him.

“Not at all, are you?” he shot back at you.

“Nope.”

“Can I... fuck you bare?” he asked before placing himself between your legs.

“I don’t know, can you?” you challenged him again.

“Stop being sassy! I’m being serious,” he laughed.

“Only if you pull out,” you joked.

“I’m not so sure I can,” he doubted.

“I’m joking! If you’re clean, sure,” you said this time being serious.

“I am, I always wear condoms and I have recent tests, but I wanna know how does it feel bare and who better than my roommate?” he smiled and you almost go soft for him if it wasn’t for the moment.

“I feel touched,” you said placing your hand on your chest dramatically.

“You’re about to be,” he winked.

He got closer, your legs spreading a little more to make him fit. You were attentive to every move he made, expectantly.

He took his member in his hand and started rubbing the tip on your heat, teasing you, collecting your wetness. The ring felt so cold it made you jolt, the feeling was great on your bundle of nerves. “Oh... that feels good,” you let him know in a whisper. He started looking for your entrance, and when he found it he placed his tip there, teasing your hole.

“Shit, Ten, please...” you begged.

He then pushed himself in oh so slowly, it was torture. It had been so long you’ve been with someone and Ten noticed as he moaned, “Oh God, baby, you’re so tight.” The burning sensation of the stretch was making you grasp the sheets, all in a failed attempt to not moan.

When he was all in, he pulled his hips back slowly, making you feel empty, to then fill you again.

“Shiiiit, baby I feel so nice!” He groaned as he gripped your hips to pound into you.

It was sinful, the way that ring felt inside your walls and the way it brushed your clit, it had you with your eyes rolling back. You had to hold from his arms to keep yourself grounded because such a sinful act had you almost in heaven.

“Hold me tight,” he said panting. You did as told and that’s when he increased his pace, the bed creaking, your legs flying everywhere with each hip thrust. “Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’t stop!!!” you keened. He kept that pace for a while and then he pushed your legs to your chest. He slid almost all of himself from you but then he was thrusting you with only his tip, the ball of the piercing teasing your clit while his tip slid in and out of you.

“Mmmm.... please!” you whined.

“Please what?” He asked playfully.

“I’m gonna cum so hard on that dick!” you growled.

“Oh yeah?” Ugh! Such a tease! “How about I do this?” He kept thrusting you but started circling your clit with his thumb.

“Ah! Yes! Keep doing that!” You screamed, he just liked to see you suffer.

“You like that?” he smirked.

“Gosh! I love it! I love your dick!!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

You felt the pressure on your pelvis trying to snap and you let him know. Big mistake.

“You’re not cumming yet, baby. The night is long,” he said mocking you and stopped working your clit, making you whine.

He kissed you sloppily and whispered on your lips, “Ride me,” as he leaned back, waiting for you to do as told.

You crawled on the bed and quickly straddled him. He took his length by the base, waiting for you to sit on it. You aligned your entrance with his length and this time he entered easier. The sensation of the piercing was double somehow, which made you throw your head back and groan. He placed his hands on each side of your hips, holding you, guiding you. “That’s it, baby,” he praised.

You moved back and forth, every movement made the ring rub on your walls and clit nicely. One of his hands ran up your torso to land on one of your breasts, squeezing it and playing with your nipple.

In the heat of the moment you moaned, “Fuck Ten, you’re so sexy.”

“So are you, baby. I’ve been wanting to try this pussy for a long time,” he confessed.

“Oh really?” you asked still not stopping your ministrations.

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to ruin our cute roommate relationship,” his hand fell back to your hip.

“So I’ve been dick thirsty this whole time and you never offered yourself? That’s mean,” you joked.

“You never asked,” he shot back.

Were you really having a conversation mid-sex?!

He heavy breathed and then said, “Go faster please, jump on it.”

“Ugh, you’re so demanding,” you rolled your eyes but followed instructions anyways. You started slowly but you felt like with every jump his dick reached the sweet spot deep in you. He set up the pace guiding you with his hands. He had you jumping faster by the minute, his hips meeting you halfway, the slapping sound of your thighs and his crashing with each other invading the room.

“Oh, baby don’t stop,” he moaned. You placed your hands on his chest to have better stability.

“Fuck Ten! It feels really good!” You screamed, not caring if the neighbors heard.

“Yeah? You like it like this?” He pushed his hips up harder, making your head buzz from pleasure.

“Yes!!! God, please fuck me harder!” You weren’t thinking straight, your head was clouded with lust.

“Your wish is my command,” he said through greeted teeth as he drilled into you with all the force he could. You thought the bed would break but apparently was resistant to anything.

His thrusts were getting sloppy and he let you know why, “where do you want it, baby?”

“Shit! Come inside me!” You said unconsciously.

“A-are you sure?” He stuttered.

“Fuck yeah!” You panted, “don’t worry.”

With a deeper thrust and a strangled moan, he released inside you, the warmth making you come with him. You crashed on his chest, all sweaty and beaten.

A few minutes later, when you had recovered energy, he started running his hands on your back absentmindedly. “Are you okay?” He asked in a soft whisper.

“Yeah, just tired,” you murmured.

“I should go so you can sleep.” He started to move but you stopped him, “No, stay with me.”

“Do you wanna cuddle?” he smiled.

“Yeah, it’s kinda cold.” You rolled to the side so he could spoon you. You pulled the sheets to cover you both.

You were getting sleepy, but before drifting away you looked at your phone to look at the clock: 6:30AM. You definitely were gonna oversleep but fuck it.

You woke up disorientate at the sound of knocks on your door. The warmth of Ten’s body felt nice, he was deep asleep, his little snores making him sound so cute.

“Y/N!!!! Are you okay?! Are you alive?!” you heard from outside. Are we kidding? Those were your friends, what did they want?

You looked at the clock: 2:00PM! Fuck! That’s why! You never sleep that late! You panicked when you remembered one of them had a key to your apartment.

“Shit...” you muttered.

“Mmm... what happened?” Ten murmured in his sleepy voice, still with his eyes closed.

“My friends are here...” you whispered.

“So what?” He cuddled you closer to him, making you giggle.

“Ten, baby, one of them has a key,” you said concerned.

“Whatever,” he pulled you closer and kissed the tip of your nose. You kissed his lips instead.

“What’s gonna happen now?” you asked.

“About what?” he caressed your hair.

“Well... we kinda had sex and you are my roommate. Is it gonna get awkward?”

“No. We can make the rumors become truth now,” he gave you a sleepy smile and you swear you haven’t seen something more beautiful before.

“What do you mean?” you giggled.

In that moment someone opened the door and you pulled your sheet closer, as you were naked.

“Oh... OH! Did we interrupted something?” your friend had a smirk already.

Before you could respond, Ten talked, “Yeah, can’t you see we’re in the middle of something PRIVATE here?” He was being sassy!

“Oh, so the rumors were true?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Probably,” he stated.

“Y/N, missy, we gotta talk,” your friend said as she closed the door again.

A few minuted later you received a text from her: So you were fucking with Ten all this time? When did you think to tell me? 👀

You laughed and showed him, he laughed with you. “I don’t know why everyone is so surprised. It was bound to happen,” Ten said, expecting a reaction from you.

“Bound to happen?” you scoffed.

“Oh don’t act so innocent! You like me, you just didn’t had the guts to tell me. But I did you a favor, I like you too,” he predicted. There he was, being his usual sassy self.

“Do you now?” you said as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, now, can we skip the cheesy part of this and jump to the part where we make babies?” he suggested.

“TEN!” You gasped.

“Shut up! Come here,” he rolled on the bed to get on top of you and started kissing you, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. It promised to be a busy Saturday.

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years

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Survey #166

“you are my slave, my little fucking disaster.”

Are your eyes the same color as your mom’s or your dad’s? Neither's. Are you afraid of elevators? YEP. When was the last time you pulled an all-nighter? What was the reason behind it? How did you feel the next day? No less than a month ago when I was binging someone on YouTube... Maybe Shane? Which of the following areas is going best for you right now: finances, work, love life, social life or education? Why do you say this? Lol only my love life is going well. All the other categories are on fire rn. :^) Have you ever heard of somebody doing something disrespectful to somebody’s grave? Or seen vandalism on a grave/gravestone? No, thank goodness. What is something you do differently, depending on your mood, environment, etc. (could be anything from what kind of outfit you choose to how you react when somebody irritates you)? Well, dress, for one. I'm at home, I'm permanently in pjs. I try not to swear around kids. Lots of other stuff... This question is pretty broad. What was the last song to bring out strong emotions in you? I'm not sure. Metaphorically speaking, what was the last thing to crush you? Finding out my cousin can die at the snap of a finger. You are about to die; what do you do with your worldly possessions? Give 'em to family and charities. Do you take vitamins daily? No. Do you know anyone that’s handicapped? Probably. Do you know any illegal immigrants? I did, but he got deported after he fucked up with getting involved in crime. Do you own any formal gowns/tuxes? I have one black dress I'd wear to certain occasions if I could actually fit in it, which I definitely could not currently. Can you sit for long periods of time? NO. Pretty sure my surgery caused a sensitive nerve, because afterwards, I couldn't and still can't sit very long without getting up being horrendous and slow. Do you have any cavities? Just one I'm scheduled to get fixed next month. What’s the most attractive thing on the opposite sex?  Why do I like shoulder blades so much like why Do you regularly experience pain in any part of your body? My knees constantly hurt. Wish I knew why. Last place you flew to on a plane? Chicago, and I'm going again real soon. :') Does Europe or Asia sound more appealing to you for a vacation? Ugh both. But it's more likely I'll see Europe. Who was the last person to give you a hickey? If ever. He Who Shall Not Be Named. What is your lover's middle name? Jane. Who was the last person to flirt with you, other than your lover? I don't think anyone. What’s your favorite type of sushi? Never tried it, not interested. What’s your favorite patriotic song? All that's coming to mind is "Courtesy of the Red, White, And Blue" by Toby Kieth. It's pretty catchy. Have you ever read a book about a character in a psych ward? No, but that'd actually be really interesting and maybe relatable to me... though that could also prove dangerous and triggering, too. Have you ever been in a mental hospital as a patient? Five or six times, I stopped paying attention at four. Whose place did you last chill at and with who? Colleen's. Have you ever been lead on? I don't think so. Have you ever slept with a member of the opposite sex without having sex? Well yeah, we were in a long-term relationship, we were just about an old married couple just like "nah son we going to bed." Sleeping with each other was enough. What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? Peasant, I won the D.A.R.E. writing contest in the 5th grade, I say hugs not drugs. Has someone close to you died of a murder? No. How often do you brush your hair? Every time after a shower and before I go out. Short hair makes caring for it so much easier. Did you ever listen to Avril Lavigne when you were younger? Fuck yeah I did. What are three things you refuse to ever do? Prostitute, abuse someone, do drugs. Do you have any medication that you keep with you at all times? Yes, anxiety attack med. What’s something that’s much more difficult than a lot of people realize? Putting on and maintaining a happy face with depression. Have you ever began a relationship with someone you knew for less than a week? No. Do you typically do your make up the same each time? Or do you like to change it up often? It's pretty much the same. What is your favorite breakfast food? Cinnamon rolls. Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? Yeah. When you help someone do you ever think, “What’s in it for me?” Check your heart if you actually ask yourself this. Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? No. Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook before? Yeah. Tattoos on your lower back - cute or trashy? Neither, reliant on just placement. I couldn't care less where you get tatted, the location doesn't *automatically* make something (un)attractive. Also, try to convince me how the placement of a tat is "trashy." What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever cried about? There's no telling. Ever faked an orgasm? No. Done something illegal to your car? N/A What scars on your body do you have? Oh, boy... I scar so easily. My worst ones are on my shins from scratching the fuck out of them after shaving, I have two scars from stitches, various cat scratches, a scar from bumping into the side of Venus' cage, one from accidentally scratching my hand pretty bad while washing my feet in the shower (don't even ask how I accomplished that), faint self-harm ones. I have way too many. Ever date anybody in middle school? One guy. Puppylove. Ever written your number in a public bathroom or a school text book? If so, did anyone actually call you? No. Ever had an infection of any kind? Yeah. Ears, a piercing, a cyst... probably more. 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Or Mom's doing laundry elsewhere. What was the last uncomfortable situation you were in? I was getting my knees x-rayed and of course they needed a billion angles, and I couldn't totally understand what the woman was telling me (very echoey), so I just totally ragdolled and let her do whatever with my legs, but she needed me to readjust a lot and just ugh it was awkward and I felt very annoying. Do you think it is awkward for people over sixteen to have sleepovers? No????? Are you good about sharing your belongings? Are there certain items [aside from obvious things like your underwear] that you wouldn’t be willing to share with anyone? It depends on what it is and who you are. Something I'd share with no one... idk. Will you cry at your wedding? I will get raccoon eyes the moment I see her. What was the last thing you sang? "Where The Wild Wolves Have Gone" by Powerwolf. Gummy bears or Gummy worms? Worms. What’s your middle name(s)? Marie Catherine. If your last ex said they hate you, you say? I wouldn't know what to say; I'd be pretty damn hurt. We've been friends since high school and he's the last "real" friend I have irl. Only one I ever occasionally see, only one who checks up on me. What do you struggle with the most? Anxiety. It affects so many areas of my life. Are you good at giving advice? I don't think I'm bad. Especially if you give me a moment to think on the topic. What do you want to change about your looks? W E I G H T Do any of your pajama pants have holes in them? There's quite a lot in my Batman pair. Old. What do you get cravings for the most? Soda, probably. Do you enjoy watching vlogs? Depends on the person and what I feel up to watching. What is your favorite Halloween candy? Nothing really exclusive to the holiday. Where was your senior prom held? The local community college. What was the theme of your senior prom? Don't remember, actually. Do you know what you want the theme of your wedding to be? If so, what would it be? Sara babe can we do gothic please I'll marry you harder. Did you have low self-esteem growing up? No, it became an actual problem in high school. If you’ve ever had your hair highlighted, what color highlights did you get? Purple and red are the only highlights I've gotten, I think. What color Christmas lights do you like best on your tree? ALL THE COLORS. What do you put on top of your Christmas tree? We tend to alternate between a star and angel. How many proms did you go to? Two. How many boyfriends have you had in your life? Meh, answered this in enough surveys, so I'll just say only one was serious. How many girlfriends have you had in your life? One. Have you ever had a “friend crush” on someone? OH YEAH, I've learned that I have more than once. Think I like someone like that, then nope. Were you ever homeschooled? I was homebound at the end of 8th grade. At what age did you start puberty? Idk. I just know I was normal. Have you ever made a wreath? No. Who was your first roommate? My then-boyfriend, his friend, and his then-girlfriend. What color hair did your first crush have? Brown. Do you know how to change a tire? No. Have you ever passed out? Once, came very close on I think two or three other occasions. Do you prefer notepad or wordpad? Wordpad. Do you eat raw cookie dough? I will risk salmonella for that shit. How old is the last person you kissed? 20. Where does your best friend live? Illinois. How many people have you truly fallen IN love with? Two. Has anybody ever called you a tease? Oh boy. I fucking live off teasing. What about kinky? I was too much of a shy sub for him to ever see that side ha. Where was your mom born? Queens, NY. Have you ever seen your siblings naked? My two immediate sisters, anyway. What do people call you? Brittany, Britt, or Ozz, mostly. What are you doing this weekend? BITCH I'M GETTING MY MARK TATTOO. I made $365 + $20 sitting fee for the wedding shoot so guess what I'm treating myself to. Do you owe anyone money? Who? What for? My old college. Do you like people? Eh. Hard question for me to answer. I think I'm neutral towards the morality of humanity in general, but what's for sure is I don't trust the majority. Do you think you look better with a tan or without? Without. It's all I really know lmao. Would you ever share your most embarrassing moment in a YouTube video? That'd be flagged fast lmao. Regardless, n o p e. What’s your favorite hair color for girls? PASTEL COLORS!!!!! I like dyed hair on anyone okay. What color is your recliner? Don't have one. Do you wear makeup every day, or only on special occasions? Whenever I feel like it, regardless of occasion. What helps you take your mind off your problems? Talk to Sara, RP, watch YouTube... Does your first crush know you liked him/her? Definitely not. Did you ever think your house was haunted? I think my most recent might have been? But idk. Do you have any supernatural gifts or abilities? No. What does your trick-or-treat bag or bucket look like? N/A sadly. :c Do you celebrate Christmas? Yeah. What season would you want to have engagement photos taken in? As much as I hate the season, spring, with l o t s of flowers and sunshine!! You’re in line at Taco Bell, what’s your order? I only ever get a cheese quesadilla and fiesta potatoes. Has anyone ever taken your clothes off of you before? Yeah. Have you ever stayed up at night waiting for someone to call/text you back? Maybe? Have you ever touched a dead body? Dead pets, yes. I might've touched my old babysitter's face or something at her open-casket wake, idr. Have you ever had a real tea party? Or been to one? No. Just the make-believe ones Nicole would want to do as a kid with her Disney set. How do you feel when a mostly unheard of band (or tv show, movie, etc.) that you love suddenly starts to gain popularity? Happy for 'em! Just don't change your style for the sake of appeasing the masses. *coughmaroon5cough* When was the last time you listened to new music? Recently. Gotten into Spotify a bit. Do you think it is strange when a couple says “we are pregnant” rather than “I am pregnant” or “my girlfriend is pregnant”? No, I actually think it's sweet. You're in it together. What word spelled out looks weird to you? "Acquaintance." I can't spell it either; fucked it up first time. Do you require “closure” after things like break-ups or do you move on easily? I need closure. Is there a genre of movie that you just can’t watch? I'm not that into action. Have you ever been on a hot air balloon? No. What was the last seriously painful thing that happened to you? Getting my tragus re-pierced was actually pretty rough since apparently I have thick cartilage and it went through scar tissue. What’s the last rude thing someone said to you? Idk. What does your class ring look like? I didn't buy one. List ten careers you think you’d find interesting. Oh, jeez. Ten? Particularly interesting? I'll try: Paleontologist, biologist, cryptozoologist, zoologist, musician, YouTuber, dancer, taxidermist, snake morph breeder, and uhhhh. Idk. Do you know what you want to do with your life? Yeah. Do you believe in Judgment Day? No. What is the name of your YouTube channel? My current one is 0zzkat. What was the first social media site you joined? MySpace. Where would you most like to do a 24-hour challenge in? List five places. Bitch tbh I don't think I could do any alone lmao. But I'd probably find an old asylum scariest/most interesting. What’s your favorite part of Chinatown? Never been. What are some jobs people in your family have had? List five. Disney World employee, professional cake decorator, mammographer, special ed assistant teacher, and dance instructor. Which Power Ranger was your favorite? Wasn't into that. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? Whale sharks oof. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Buy me that Reese's Blast thing from Sonic and I'll be your slave for a day. Do you believe in aliens? I actually do by now. If you were ever sent to prison what crime would you have committed? I've legitimately worried about me killing someone in self-defense but it being ruled as murder or something. @_@ Do you have a picture of you kissing someone? Yeah. Do you have a favorite pillow you always sleep with? No. When was the last time you slept in someone else’s bed? When I was at Sara's. Out of all of your friends who have you gotten in the worst fight with? That I still associate with, Sara. We were lil shits. :'D Who was the last person to have to deal with you having an attitude? Mom. If you had $100 dollars, how would you spend it? Save it to get my laptop fixed. You were given the opportunity to get a new cellular device, what do you choose? Some older iPhone. I don't need something needlessly expensive, just one that isn't actual garbage. Which of your classes in school is most capable of killing a good mood for you? Math was. How nice of a person are you, honestly? Tbfh I think I'm typically too nice. I'm getting better at taking less b.s. now tho. Ever physically fought with member of the opposite sex? No. Ever kissed a friend’s crush? No. Do you swallow gum when you’re finished? Only if I really want it gone but I don't have access to a trashcan. Very rarely does that happen because I feel funny trying to swallow it. Ever had a best friend of the opposite sex? Well when I was dating Jason I considered him my best friend of course, but if you don't count s/os, no. Have you ever kissed in the snow? Probably. Is there someone that you believe you will always be attracted to? Yeah. Do you have something in your room that you never want to get ruined? I would legitimately break down if something happened to my shiny pebble from Holly Hill. I got it on my "graduation;" it symbolized how something beautiful came from harsh conditions or something like that. It was passed around by my teachers and "classmates" for each person to wish me well and just in general say all they wanted to about me while holding it. With how that place truly became my messiah, I couldn't lose that thing, ever. Have you ever made a difference in someone’s life? I'd think so. My parents especially, obviously. Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? OCTOBER 3RD APPROACHES. Do you think dances (prom, homecoming, etc.) are fun or lame? They're overrated. You pay a lot to look nice just to stand around with shit music blaring and being totally unable to hear each other. I truly don't know why I went to two. What was the last thing you tried for the first time? Ummm blue cheese? What was the last thing you learned? Oh jeez, this should be easy with the videos I've been binging lately. Nothing impressive. How often do you visit your relatives? Like, never ever. When was the last time someone admitted to having somewhat of an attraction to you? Sara. What was the last wedding you went to like? Any pictures you’d like to post? It was beautiful and intimate, and it was an absolute honor to be the photographer. I don't feel like fetching pictures, but they're on my photography site and FB page. Has anyone slapped you across the face before? If so, why? No. Do you prefer to have more or less in common with your significant other? More. Would you take a shot of heroin for a million dollars? No, not worth it. Why don’t you talk to your ex anymore? Aaron: Drifted apart. Juan: He's a reckless fool I didn't want to associate with, partly out of fear of his rep, too. Jason: He wanted nothing to do with me. He claimed it was for my own sake as he didn't want me to develop false hope, but who knows if that was the sole reason. Tyler: He was way too obsessive and wouldn't leave me alone. I still talk to Girt.

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The Boston Hour (10/?)

In which Belle is an Antiques Roadshow super-fan and Gold is her favorite appraiser.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Rumford basks in the after-glow of his date with Belle. Back in Storybrooke, Belle has lunch with her father, who's curious to know how her trip to Boston went. RATING: T WORDS: 6,858 A/N: Kind of a stitch chapter, so not much plot to speak of. Just got back from vacation in Vienna and wanted to get something posted since it’s been forever. TMI’s here - [x].

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Ruby hit send and glanced up from her phone's screen once she noticed Belle and Rumford step outside of the hotel. He was resting his hand on her lower back as they walked, and the two of them were too busy gazing and smiling at each other to pay the world around them any mind. Someone bumped Rumford's shoulder, and he didn't seem to notice. A second later, someone else bumped into Belle and she only stumbled closer to him. She blushed, and he smiled, and she smiled, and he smiled even more. He then pointed out the small steps that lead to the sidewalk and took her hand, carefully guiding her down each one like a god damned boy scout helping an old lady cross the street– only he couldn't take his eyes off of her and wound up stumbling a little himself.

“Jesus Christ.” Ruby muttered to herself as she watched the whole thing. “That’s fucking adorable.”

Rumford looked up, eyes panning the street as he searched for the car, and Belle pointed happily in Ruby's direction where she sat in the loudly idling Mustang. He made a surprised face, and Belle nodded, and he smiled. Again.

Ruby was pretty sure she'd never seen two people smile so damned much.

He opened the door for her and helped her into the passenger seat, but not without Belle hesitating and pressing a kiss to his cheek first– which made him blush profusely, of course. They exchanged about two dozen variations of 'thank you’, ‘I had a lovely time’ and ‘ have a safe trip ’ before Ruby had to cut them off and pull out into the road already.

Belle's head turned as they drove off– her gaze fixed on Rumford's rear as he turned back and headed for his rental car. Ruby felt a little bad, but there was no way in hell she was going to get suck in Boston traffic on the way home, and the window for the optimal departure time was closing fast.

“So… that looked like one hell of a kiss.” Ruby teased. “Didn't think you kids had it in you.”

“Oh.” Belle coughed and tore her eyes off of his arse, opting instead to stare blankly at the windshield. “Well, he was um. H-he's a good kisser?” she stammered.

Ruby watched the blush rise to her cheeks and grinned with amusement. “...Uh-huh.”

“W-we shared ice cream.” Belle said.

“Right…” She noticed the shopping bag at Belle's feet and pointed at the red rose poking out of it. “So, whatcha got there?”

Belle blinked out of her trance and gasped. “Oh! Ruby, you're not going to believe this!” The plastic bag rustled as Belle dug through it and pulled out three notebooks. They looked to be falling apart, and Ruby knit her brows as she watched her hastily flip through the pages of one of them. “We think whoever these journals belonged to, they must have been the same person who illustrated Her Handsome Hero!” Belle said. “Look!”

Ruby pulled up to a red light and took a moment to look at the drawing Belle had opened the journal up to. She might not have been a connoisseur of the arts by any stretch, but the resemblance was certainly undeniable. “Holy shit, that is cool.”

“I'm gonna translate these and see if they say anything useful, and share my findings with Rumford!” she bubbled excitedly, the smile on her face the widest Ruby had ever seen.

“My precious little nerd...” Ruby smiled. “I was actually talking about that though,” she said, pointing at the rose.

“Oh!” Belle giggled and put the journals away, plucking the rose out of the bag instead. She held it up to her nose and closed her eyes, giving it a long, indulgent sniff. “...It's from Rumford.” she sighed wistfully.

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Ruby snorted. “But I mean, how'd he go about it? Set the scene for me, Belles. Take me there.”

Belle gasped and pressed her lips together as if struggling to keep a secret, then glanced over her shoulder and leaned in closely as if to share one. “After we found those books, I had to pee.” she said. “And when I got back from the bathroom, he was waiting for me with it? And I was like, ‘is that for me?’ and he was like–” she paused and lidded her eyes, deepening her voice. “...If you'll have it. ”

“Nice!” Ruby nodded and hiked her brows. It was kind of a miracle either of them could stand within ten feet of each other without exploding, after all.

“So of course I accepted it! And I said thank you, and I kissed his cheek… and just...” Belle trailed off and looked down at the rose, rolling its stem between her fingers. “...He's perfect.”

Ruby scoffed.

Belle snapped up and turned to face her again. “I mean I knew he was perfect, but he's even more perfect than I thought which shouldn't even be possible? But he just– he raised the bar for the standard of perfection. ...Like, you know how the ancient Greeks believed man was the measure of all things?”

The light turned green and Ruby pulled forward. “Not really, but go on.”

“Well, Rumford is the standard by which all other men in my life are measured.”

“...Gotcha.” she said. “You know, us lay folk call 'em life ruiners.”

Belle pouted her lips and tilted her head, weighing the term. “But he’s not ruining my life. He's…” she threw her head back and sighed, “...bringing magic into it.”

“Well, I'm glad,” Ruby laughed, then slammed on the brakes as someone cut her off. “Asshole!” she muttered, flipping them the bird.

“Anyway, enough about me!” Belle said. “Tell me about Dorothy– Miss I-Spent-The-Night-In-Her-Hotel-Room…” she teased, wiggling her brows.

The scowl on Ruby's face curled into a smile. “Oh, it wasn't a big deal, really…” she mumbled despite the warmth she was already feeling in her cheeks. “I told you– She got kinda drunk, so I drove her back to her hotel… walked up to the room with her... I kept her company for a bit, and then we put some cheesy sci-fi movie on on Netflix and made fun of it.”

She and Dorothy had each other in stitches last night, providing their own silly commentary on how quickly and predictably the heroine fell for the cliche macho protagonist, the deus ex machina that was introduced at the last minute to save the day, and how much better the whole thing would have been if they’d just made the heroine gay– because there was no other explanation for the way she looked at the brunette scientist who was introduced in the second act.

“Mhmm…” Belle smiled, nodding along as she listened.

“Anyway.” Ruby shook her head. “There might have been some light cuddling… and then we passed out.”

There was a stretch of silence before Belle finally asked, “...And?”

Ruby paused to check her mirrors before switching lanes, glad to have the excuse of driving so she could avoid eye contact. She didn't get smiley and goofy after the first date. That was for dorks, and she was cooler than that. “And what?”

“That's it?”

“Hmm…yeah, pretty much.” she shrugged.

“Pretty much?”

“...Yup.” Ruby nodded and cleared her throat. It wasn't untrue. That really was all that had happened last night. But what no one needed to know was how much she enjoyed the cuddling, and that there actually had been a kiss this morning.

Belle was already onto her, though.

“Actually, at one point, she did start showing me pictures of her dog.” Ruby said, changing the subject.

Belle's expression melted in an instant. “Aww! What kind!?”

Ruby huffed out a relieved little laugh. “Rough Collie?”

“Oh my God!” Belle gasped. “Those are so floofy!”

“Yeah, the dog has nicer hair than I do.”

“What's his name? Please tell me it's Toto or Lassie!”

“Those were my first guesses too!” Ruby said. “But her name is Marlene.”

Belle frowned. “That's an unusual name for a dog.”

“She’s named after the late great Marlene Dietrich, who was like, super gay.” Ruby chuckled.

Belle sputtered a laugh and shook her head. “Okay, but like, did you guys… you know...”

Ruby glanced over her shoulder and moved over another lane. “Did we what?”

“Oh come on, Ruby! You know what I mean!”

“Nope. No idea.”

“Fine.” Belle huffed and rolled her eyes. “...Was there a kiss?”

“A kiss?” she asked, her nonchalant tone betrayed by the smirk on her face. “Oh, yeah. Kiss, yeah.”

Belle groaned in frustration and she laughed.

“We kissed this morning before I left. It was… nice.”

“Nice?”

“Well, what do you want me to say!?” Ruby snapped. “Wasn't anything like your steamy, semi-public make out– it was just a nice, simple, first date kiss!” she said, cringing at how fast and high-pitched her voice had suddenly become.

“So there's gonna be a second date, you think?”

“I don't know!” she cried and threw a hand up on the air. That all depended on how Dorothy would respond to the text she'd just sent, but Ruby was feeling pretty good about it. Mostly. “...Maybe?”

Belle drew a deep gasp. “Oh, you like her...”

“Well, duh. ” Ruby huffed and tried to stay focused on the road. “I wouldn't have asked her out if I wasn’t interested, you nut.”

“Yeah, but–” Belle giggled, “you really like her.”

“So?” She said, staring a hole into the car in front of them.

“Nothing. I just think you guys were cute last night.”

Ruby slouched in her seat, making herself small. “Yeah well– you and Rumford should just like... Shut up and get married already, because that's how stupid and cute you are.” she shot back bitterly, as if it were an insult.

“Aw…” Belle smiled. “You think we're stupid and cute?”

“Ugh. Yeah. It's gross.” Ruby muttered, trying to keep a straight face. “Just watching him walk you the car, I almost lost my lunch.”

There was a sudden buzzing sound from the dashboard, and Belle beat Ruby to her phone.

“No texting while driving, Rubes.” she teased, holding it out of her reach. “Good thing you have your best friend in the whole world here to check your messages for you though, right?”

Ruby huffed and rolled her eyes. “Okay. Fine. What does it say?”

“It's from Dorothy…” she sing-songed and wiggled her brows. “She says, ‘sounds good. See you there.’ With a popcorn emoji, the um… upside-down smiley face... and sparkles!”

A smile crept across Ruby's face. Dorothy lived in Portland, and so there was no reason they couldn't see each other again. And again. And well– actually date.

“You're gonna see a movie together!?” Belle asked. “What movie!?”

“I dunno… one of the theaters in Portland does screenings of classic movies on Thursdays or something.”

“Aw… She's a movie buff, isn't she?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Ruby mumbled.

But oh, she was. She totally was. Ruby left the hotel this morning with a list of movie recommendations a mile long. Dorothy had been pretty reserved while they were at the bar, but once they'd started scrolling through Netflix, she was chattering away about her favorite actors, her favorite directors, how amazing the script for one film was, and how incredible the cinematography was in another. She'd called about a dozen films “her favorite movie of all time” and if it were possible, Ruby would have gladly stayed in that hotel room for two weeks straight, cuddled up next to Dorothy while they watched and rewatched every single one of them.

“Okay,” Ruby said. “Text her back… ‘Can't wait,’ with um…”

“A winky face?”

“No… the one that's like, smirking?”

Belle clicked her tongue. “Got it.”

“And sparkles.”

“Sparkles.”

*****

Neal tilted his head and squinted as they finished the trek across the airport parking lot, and Rumford couldn't tell if he was staring at him or if the sun was just in his eyes.

“You seem… different.”

Ah. Staring, then.

“Well, I suppose I do feel different.” Rumford said.

That was an understatement. Two days ago, he'd kissed Belle French– he practically felt like a new man. A better man. He still put his trousers on one leg at a time, of course– but he stood a little taller, chose his tie with a little more pride in the morning, preened in the mirror a little longer. The fact that he was at the airport for the second time in two days? Couldn't bring himself to mind.

“You're… I don't know. More relaxed. Loose in the joints. You got like… a swagger to ya.” Neal said, hoisting up his luggage and hauling it in the trunk of the Cadillac. He drew a sudden breath and spun around, clasping his hand over his mouth. “Oh my God– You totally got laid.”

Rumford waited for him to step aside so he could close the trunk with a satisfying click. “Got what, now?”

“You did the do with that lady!” Neal laughed, walking over to the passenger door. “Oh my God, that's gross, Pop! I mean, I'm happy for you– but gross.”

A smile crept across Rumford's face as he headed for the driver's side. “If by 'did the do’ you mean, ‘spent a lovely afternoon antiquing together’ then yes. I'm afraid we did it all day long, son.”

Neal narrowed his eyes at him for a moment and climbed into the car with a sigh. “Why am I not surprised?”

“What?” Rumford asked, following suit.

Neal fastened his seatbelt and turned to face him. “You still at least kissed her though, right?”

“Yes. We ah... kissed. On the lips.”

“Like a kiss, or a kiss?”

Rumford stopped fastening his seatbelt and froze. “Ah…”

Was there an appropriate way to say, we started to make out in the hotel lobby and almost knocked the décor over amidst the heat of our passion?

“It was… thorough.” he said, starting the car and cranking up the air conditioning. Took a moment to loosen his tie. Tug his collar.

“...Thorough?” Neal scowled and turned all the air vents away from him, wrapping his arms around himself. “Let's pretend I didn't ask and you didn't just say that.”

Rumford coughed and gripped his hands on the wheel. Yes. They would pretend he never said that. His boy always did have a good head on his shoulders.

“So, like… is she your girlfriend now?” he asked.

“I– I don't know.”

“What do you mean, you don't know?”

“I mean I don't know! We didn't… discuss that.”

“You are really bad at this.” Neal said. “Like, astoundingly bad.”

Rumford huffed and let that roll off his shoulders. Things with Belle had felt so easy, so natural– Once he got past his rampant anxiety and self-doubt, at least. And even when he had been reduced to a stammering, blundering mess, she still smiled and invited him out. For all his worry, they'd had a wonderful time together. He'd made her blush and laugh, and she'd said he was cute and called him her favorite. Twice.

They'd see each other again. Belle sounded quite sure of that, and in retrospect, he was starting to feel it too.

“Well, I think this woman might beg to differ.” Rumford said, a smug little grin tugging his lips. “You know, perhaps your father isn't as hopeless as you think.”

Neal gave him a sidelong look.

“All I'm saying– and will say– is that she gave me every indication that she enjoyed herself and would like for us to see each other again sometime. Sooner rather than later.”

“...Uh-huh.” Neal slumped in his seat and fished his phone out of his pocket. “Well, you better not screw this up, 'cause I want a chance to meet this woman,” he laughed. “I mean, she's gotta be like, the biggest nerd to see you talking about musty old books and fancy vases and think, ‘Look at that fine hunk o’ man right there... Mm! I wouldn't mind gettin’ myself a piece of that.’”

Rumford scoffed, and he raised his chin a little at the realization that that had been what happened– more or less. Belle could have easily charmed any one of the dozens of appraisers on the show. But she'd chosen him. Looked at him and thought, 'Yes, I want that one.’

The notion made him feel downright giddy, and the tingle he'd felt in his chest after their appraisal, after their chat when she'd invited him out, after their walk together, all bubbled inside him anew. Yes, yes. He very much felt like a new man indeed.

“You know–” Rumford stretched his arm behind the passenger seat and looked over his shoulder as he began backing out of the parking spot. “A good verbal appraisal can be... an incredibly erotic experience, Neal.”

Neal stopped swiping on his phone and looked up at his father in mortification. “...What?”

“I'm talking about someone showing you something that's terribly personal to them, and for you to understand it better than they do,” Rumford explained coolly, putting the car back in gear and squaring his shoulders. “To teach a perfect stranger something about themselves and their past through their possessions… To inform them that something of theirs is priceless. Valuable. ...Desirable . You can tell a great deal about someone by the things they hold onto, you know? When you appraise these things, it can be… not unlike a seduction. You bare one's soul to them, and well– if the conditions are right– reveal your own in the process.”

Neal wrinkled his nose and scowled at him. “Pop, what the hell are you talking about?”

A good question, Rumford thought. What the hell was he talking about?

Ah, yes.

The sultry look in Belle's eyes while he told her about the trends in book cover design during the late nineteenth century. The look of open lust they shared as he described the defining characteristics of the illustrations in her book. For, surely, that had been the dizzying sensation he felt– the magnetic pull of animal attraction between two strangers. So visceral, so raw. At the time, he'd trembled in the face of it all– a meek, innocent bairn. But now? After that kiss? He was a man experienced in all the ways of desire. Touched by the hedonistic thrill of completely losing oneself in another without any intention of ever being found.

“...Pop?”

Rumford shook his head and cleared his throat, finally meeting his son's baffled gaze. “You’ll understand when you're older, son. Now get my wallet out so I can pay for the parking.”

Neal blinked. “O-kay…”

The rest of the ride home consisted of an account of all the things Rumford had bought for the shop while he was at the market with Belle, several impersonations of the other passengers on Neal's flight, and the customary stilted conversation about Milah and her latest beau. In the time it took to get home, Rumford only had to remind his son to watch his language twice, which was... progress, and he didn't even have to remind him to wipe his shoes on the mat before stepping inside the house.

“Dude. It's clean in here.” Neal observed as he stepped into the foyer.

Rumford struggled to pull the keys out of the lock for a moment. “Oh.”

Yes, that.

The second he'd gotten home Sunday evening, he’d turned his study upside-down, gathering all of his sources on Les Reines des Ténèbres, making copies, and stuffing them into an envelope addressed to the Storybrooke Public Library– though not without adding a few personal touches like a handwritten note, of course.

But once that was ready for the post, Rumford found himself in a mood . Or perhaps more accurately, a panic. He didn't know how soon to expect a call to arrange a visit from Belle, but the mere thought of her seeing the sorry state he lived in was enough for him to start cleaning. The bar for what qualified all his trinkets as “worth holding onto” had raised enough that in an hour, he had three boxes full of junk to throw out– or rather, three boxes full of possible inventory to put in the capable care of Miss Halloran. She'd packed the van up with glee late last night, thanking him enough times that he actually started to believe he was paying her a kindness, and not just dumping all his shite onto her lap so he could wipe his hands of it all.

A good employee, Miss Halloran. He'd have to give her a raise.

“Aye, well, you know… just tidying a bit.”

“A bit?” Neal asked skeptically, poking his head into the next room. “Where'd all that shit in the living room go?”

“Oh, some went in the shop, some in the storage unit.” Rumford dismissed. “...And how many times do I have to tell you to watch your mouth?”

“Sorry.” Neal sighed. “But for real, Pop– The place looks nice.”

“Y-you think?”

Thank God.

“Yeah, I mean… you even got rid of all those busted watches on the dining room table.”

“Well, ye know.” He mumbled, beginning to feel embarrassed by his own enthusiasm. “M-Miss Halloran took those. She has more time for them than I do, I'm afraid.”

“Huh.” Neal looked at him again, the same way Rumford himself might look at a piece of mid-century modern furniture.

Was never a fan.

“And all this has nothing to do with this lady you're totally dating?”

“She might be visiting some time in the coming weeks, yes.” he answered casually, smoothing out his tie and uselessly prodding at his pocket square.

“...Right.” Neal said. “Well, let me know when, so I can make plans to be as far away from this house as possible that night.”

Rumford clicked his tongue and scoffed. “We'll just be going over some translations, son.”

That was a lie. He had every intention of sweeping Belle off her feet. Wooing her with… whatever the hell it was that had convinced her to ask him on a second date. Demonstrating to her how remarkable he found her. Kissing her again. Yes, yes. Another kiss. That would be good.

Neal arched a brow at him. “Going over some translations? Is that what you academics call it?” he said, and Rumford blanched.

The nerve! The impudence! Where had he gone so wrong as a parent to deserve a son so saucy as this!?

Milah. Clearly her doing. After all, she's the one who had convinced him to try pot when they were in grad school. You're too high-strung, she'd told him. You need to relax.

All lies, of course. The devil at work. And Heaven knew what sort of corruption she was up to now.

“Dude, you're totally gonna make her dinner.” Neal teased.

Rumford rolled his eyes. “Well, of course I'll make her dinner!”

His aunties always taught him that the notion that it was exclusively a woman's place to slave over a hot meal for a man was misogynist propaganda put forth by the white patriarchy, and that the fastest way to anyone's heart was through their stomach. Considering how delighted she was by the food selection at the flea market, Belle seemed to be no exception.

“Are you gonna light candles?” Neal asked.

Rumford huffed and ushered him up the stairs. Should he? “Go... unpack your things!”

Neal laughed his way upstairs with his luggage. “You should put on some jazz records too!” he shouted.

“I-I-I–” Rumford stammered. Coltrane? Ellington? “...Maybe I will!”

Neal's footsteps slowed to a stop as he reached his bedroom , followed by the soft and distant (though very distinct) sound of him flopping heavily onto his bed. Rumford spun on his heels and started toward the liquor cabinet. He needed a drink.

You know, to relax. Was starting to feel terribly high-strung. A neat scotch would do nicely. He readied a glass and brought it to his lips, but the sound of footsteps returned.

“...Hey.” Neal called softly from the landing. “Dad?”

Rumford spun back around with a smile and returned to the stairs. Here it was– For all his sassy remarks, Neal was still his boy, after all. Still had the grace to apologize. Admit his wrongs. Do his father proud.

“What is it, son?”

Neal snorted, and Rumford immediately closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate. “Do you let her call you Rumford,” he laughed, “...or Barbara?”

Rumford snapped a finger at him. “You're grounded.”

“What!? You can't ground me!” Neal whined.

Rumford pressed his lips into a thin line and narrowed his eyes at him.

“...Yeah okay, maybe you still can,” Neal mumbled, retreating back up the stairs.

Rumford opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a vibration in his pocket. He slid his phone out as it continued to ring and checked the screen. David.

His eyes darted back and forth between the phone and his moping son for a moment until he finally let out a sigh. “Neal?”

He stopped his trek up the stairs and spun around. “Yeah?”

“You're no’ bloody grounded,” Rumford said. “Just– Know when to give your old man a break sometimes, aye?”

Neal smiled and happily continued up the stairs, and so Rumford returned to his scotch and took his call.

“...David.” he answered.

“Hey, bud!” David greeted warmly. “What's up?”

Rumford blinked owlishly. Bud. They were buds.

“David.” he said again. “Uh… H-how are you? Mary Margaret? Emma?” But why was he asking all the questions? David was the one who'd called him.

“Good, good. Look–” David said, “I just wanted to give you a call and see how your uh, date went.”

Ah, there it was.

Date. Date. Date.

“Yes. Yes, it ah… went well. Went well.”

"Good! That's great!” David said, and he actually sounded like he meant it. Like he was happy for him and like he actually enjoyed talking on the phone.

Incredible.

“It was two dates, actually.” Rumford corrected him. Not because he was boasting about having gone on two dates with the most stunning woman he'd ever laid eyes on– no, no– but because it was important to keep the facts straight and omit nothing. Old habits died hard, and such was the life of the personal property appraiser.

So, two dates with Belle French.

Not one.

But Two.

Dates.

With Belle French.

“Oh, wow! Really?” David asked.

‘Really?’ Rumford thought bitterly. What the hell was he implying with that incredulousness?

“We went to the flea market Sunday.” he added, a little more defensively than he intended to. “Spent the day there.”

“That must have been nice, man. I told you you could do it!”

Rumford opened his mouth to speak, but realized he didn't know what to say to that. Admit to his friend– his bud– that he had been right all along? That all his panic and worry had been for nothing?

Over his dead body.

“So…” David said, “anything happen? Any spark--”

“Yes.”

Silence.

“Kiss, I mean.” Rumford blurted, clearing his throat and leaning against the liquid cabinet. “There was a–” he bumped into the decanter, sending it teetering over the edge– and his heart nearly leapt out of his throat as the image of his aged scotch spilling onto his prized Bakhtiari rug flashed before his eyes.

He caught the decanter mid fall and felt his soul return to his body.

“There was a kiss.” Rumford finished breathily, his heart still pounding in his chest from the crisis he'd just narrowly averted.

“A kiss…” David baited.

He took a deep breath. “Aye.”

“Well, do you think you'll see her again?”

“Oh, I hope so.” he answered right away, and a smile tugged at his lips.

“Hey– Some enthusiasm!” David said. “I like it!”

“She's brilliant.” Rumford said, smiling fondly at the decanter.

“Yeah? What's she like?” David asked.

“The first day of spring.” he said, the words leaping out of his mouth.

“Oh. That's… nice.”

“The first bit of warmth you feel when you step outside on a clear day.” Rumford continued. “She is the sun, David. She is the sun, and I am the first bloom of spring– ready and eager for the sustenance she provides with her smile, her laughter.”

“Wow. That's… that's really beautiful, Rum.”

“And yet–” he began running a finger over the lotus inlay on the surface of his liquor cabinet, “she is the flower, and I am the bee.”

“Oh.” David stammered. “Well, okay.”

“Sweet. Luring. Tempting. Vibrant to the eye. Soft to the touch...” Rumford took a sip of his scotch and sighed.

The way she nibbled her lip, the way she walked so gracefully in those impossible heels. The seductive manner in which she had eaten that churro. And had her voice been not unlike that of a siren while she described the symptoms of disease in plant life? Yes, yes– Belle French was desire itself. Sensuality personified.

“...You still there, bud?”

Rumford coughed into his glass. “What now?”

“Nothing, nothing. Was just starting to think thought I lost you there,” David chuckled awkwardly. “But I'm glad things worked out for you, man.”

“Aye. They did. Thank you.” he said, quickly grabbing his glass and downing the rest of his scotch.

“Anyway… how's Neal?”

“Oh, wonderful, wonderful…” Rumford smiled. “As sarcastic as ever.”

*****

It was day three since the single greatest moment of Belle's life: meeting Dr Gold. She'd gone on not one date with him, but two. Gotten to know him. Kissed him (thoroughly!). Made plans to make plans to see him again. She hadn’t gotten any calls or texts from Rumford yet, but that was probably just because he was really busy. Perhaps she could call him saturday night after his show in Richmond and they could talk about how her translations on those journals were coming along, what he appraised at the show, or what each other are wearing and what they might do if they were together– like have tea and read poetry.

It was like the start of her very own romance novel.

Oh! How she'd been replaying their kiss in her mind every waking (and not waking) moment. It had been pure magic. Clearly, her and Rumford were just meant to be. Soon, she'd be introducing him to her father and figuring out what to get him for Christmas. Or maybe he didn't celebrate Christmas. Maybe he was Jewish. Was he Jewish?

It was a loud smack! that finally pulled Belle out of her thoughts. She startled, her heart pounding in her chest, and noticed the large tome that had fallen face down on the display she was setting up on the front table. She reached to pick it up with a sigh, knocking over another book in the process. Smack!

Her phone began buzzing rhythmically, inching across the table with each pulse of vibration. She swiped it up and checked the screen.

Reminder - Lunch with Dad.

“Oh!” Belle gasped and rushed to right her two fallen books, then scurried into the back room to grab her purse.

Papa was already waiting for her when she arrived at Granny's, as were their usual Coke and iced tea. Ruby didn't hesitate to strut over to their table, the smile on her face a little too eager. Her father would be asking her all about Boston today, and Ruby had bet her twenty bucks that it would be a disaster.

“Belle, Mr French-- Always a pleasure.” Ruby greeted with a nod, readying her notepad and flashing a shark-like smile. “What'll it be?”

Belle's father looked up from his menu with a quick, polite smile. “I'll have a cheeseburger. Medium rare–”

“Papa…” Belle shot her father a chastising glare across the table and Ruby stopped scribbling on her notepad. “The doctor said–”

“I know what the doctor said!” Moe grumbled, rolling his eyes. “God, what's the point of living longer if I can't… live a little!”

Belle opened her mouth to protest, but only sighed instead.

“He's got a point.” Ruby chimed in.

“Thank you.” Moe said with a vindicated smile.

“Fine.” Belle said, glaring at Ruby before reaching across the table to take her father's hand. “Just… promise me you'll be good the rest of the week?”

He returned a pained expression and sighed. “I promise.”

Belle narrowed her eyes at him. “I mean it, papa. No fast food for lunch.”

“I promise!” he said, throwing his arms up.

“We can go to the store tonight and get you some things so you can pack your lunches.” she suggested. “Pick up some turkey, some whole grain bread. Lettuce, tomato…”

“Needs bacon and swiss.” Ruby added.

“Or provolone.”

“No!” Belle huffed, holding up a finger at the both of them. “No bacon! And you need to watch your dairy!”

Ruby shrugged and looked at Moe. “I tried.”

He gave her a tight-lipped smile and handed her his menu. “Cheeseburger. Medium rare. …With bacon.”

“You got it, Mr French.” she winked, jotting it down and turning to Belle.

Belle's eyes skimmed the menu over and over, repeatedly drifting back to the word cheeseburger. But she couldn't order a cheeseburger now. No, no.

“I’ll um, have… the uh…”

Salad. If she wanted her father to start eating right, she was going to have to lead by example. Normalize healthy choices. The Caesar salad was good, she thought. But wasn't the dressing so fattening as to defeat the purpose? Dammit. Dammit. “The um… the grilled chicken and avocado salad.” she said before she could change her mind.

Ruby scowled and wrinkled her nose.

Her father reeled back in offense. “Grilled chicken and avocado salad!?”

Belle threw her hands over her face and groaned. “Excuse me for trying to set a better example!” she cried. “You think I don't want a cheeseburger!? Cause I'd love a cheeseburger!” she shouted. “But I try to eat healthier around you so you don't feel left out eating a turkey sandwich while I sit across from you and wolf down a double cheeseburger with extra cheese and extra bacon and extra everything!”

Ruby and her father blinked owlishly at her as she huffed and puffed, recovering from her outburst.

“Princess.” Moe said. “If you want a cheeseburger, just order the damn cheeseburger.”

Just order the damn cheeseburger? Just order the damn cheeseburger!? And ‘princess!?’

“Fine!” she said. “Then I will! With fries! Extra fries! And I want bacon on mine too! And throw in an order of onion rings while you're at it!”

Ruby fought back a snicker and scribbled her order down. “I'll have that right out for you guys,” she grinned, plucking the menu from Belle's hands and strutting back to the kitchen.

“So… how was Boston?” her father asked.

Belle took a large sip of her iced tea and nodded as she slowly set it back down. “It was um… It was good.”

“Good...” he repeated, not sounding too satisfied with her response. “So you got to see that... fella you're always on about?”

She took another swig. “Mhm!”

Moe frowned and drummed his fingers on the table. “Well, is that it? I thought I'd be hearing about it for a month, is all.” he chuckled rather stiffly.

“Well…” Belle glanced down at the condensation puddling around her glass, blushing and smiling despite herself.

We flirted with each other on national television and I invited him out for drinks and proceeded to drunkenly come onto him and maybe sort of made out with him the next day.

She cleared her throat. “He um, said Mama's book could be worth a small fortune.”

“I see…” Moe nodded along, bringing his Coke up to his lips and taking a long sip.

“And um, well, he was really sweet and charming and I um… or he um– well, I'm not really sure who actually asked who but uh… We went on a date afterwards!” She blurted gleefully.

“You wha–” her father gasped and began choking on his drink.

“Oh– Papa!” Belle climbed halfway out of her seat before he gestured for her to sit back down.

“Fine.” he coughed into his fist. “M’fine!”

“Are you sure you're alright?”

He nodded and took a moment to finish his coughing fit. “Fine, princess.”

“O-okay…” she said, finally easing back into her seat. Was feeling a little too tense to roll her eyes at the princess this time.

“I-I'm sorry–” Moe stammered, “a-a-a date, you said?”

“Yes…” she answered simply, stirring her straw with intense focus.

“Now, when you say a date–”

“We went to a bar and had a few drinks.” she shrugged, trying to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal. To make a molehill out of what he was definitely trying to make into a mountain. Perhaps they'd cancel out into a… modest hill. A hillock.

It was close enough to the truth, at least. Papa didn't need to know the part about how she got drunk before Rumford had even shown up and all the… advances she made.

“Right.” he said.

“H-he was a perfect gentleman,” she rushed to assure him, catching herself and shoving her glass away. “And Ruby was there the whole time.”

“Uh-huh.”

“We um… well, we had really good time and we went to the flea market Sunday for like… another.” she said. “Date, I mean. A-another date. Oh papa, it was amazing!” Belle blurted, and clamped a hand over her mouth.

Gosh, darn it. She could never temper her excitement around her favorite topics: books, Rumford, puppies, and food. In that order.

Moe pursed his lips. “How old is this man again?”

“Oh. Uh…” Belle looked down at her lap and tucked her hair behind her ears. “I mean, he can't be a day over forty… seven… ish?” she mumbled. “...Fifty, maybe? ...Tops fifty, definitely.” She nodded.

Moe leaned forward and blinked. “Fifty!?”

“I said not a day older! He could be... forty-two?”

“So you don't know?”

“Not exactly… but you know what Mama would say,” she chuckled uncomfortably, “...age is just a number?”

Moe shook his head. “I don't like the sound of my little girl going on a date with some man from TV who's old enough to be her father.”

“Oh, now papa,” Belle snorted and rolled her eyes. “He's not that old...”

He scoot forward in his seat and tapped a finger on the table. “You know, it's just that these men, they probably show a good time to a new girl in every city.”

She sank into her seat a little. “He’s not like that–”

He glanced furtively around the diner and whispered, “I just hope you didn't give him what he was really after, Belle.”

“Papa!”

“Look, I get it. You have a little... crush on the man, but you're not getting any younger, Belle. You can't keep wasting your time mooning over some TV man like that when, well... you and Greg made a lovely–”

Belle smacked her hand on the table, cutting him off. “Greg was total jerk who was only looking for someone to… to fellate his ego!”

The diner fell silent, but Belle refused to glance around at all the faces that were definitely staring at them. Couldn't ignore Ruby snickering by the soda fountain though.

“He what?”

“My date with Rumford was the best date I've ever been on!” Belle said, putting her foot down. “He actually listens to what I have to say and asks for permission before he kisses me!”

“Maybe it was.” Moe conceded. “But I think if you're expecting to ever hear from him again, you're only going to be disappointed.”

“But we made plans…” she mumbled, shrinking in her seat.

“Alright,” he shrugged. “Then where? When?”

Belle thought back to her conversation with Rumford at the hotel and frowned. “Well… plans to make plans.”

Her father sighed. “Exactly.” he said, leaning back victoriously in his seat. “I'm sorry, princess.”

“No.” she said, lifting her chin up. “You're wrong about him.

He had to be. Rumford had been far too sweet, far too nervous– and the kiss they'd shared far too magical– for him to be the sort of man Papa thought he was.

“Well, for your sake, princess, I hope I'm wrong.” he said.

“I would appreciate it if you'd stop calling me princess.” Belle said before she could talk herself out of it. “I don't like it and I never have.”

Moe scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You always used to love it when I called you princess!”

Belle folded her arms over her chest and huffed. “When I was a child!” she said. “I am a twenty-eight year old woman and I won't tolerate being infantilized a moment longer!”

Her father blinked owlishly, and as Belle glanced around the quiet diner again, she could tell she had said those words entirely too loudly. She heard a familiar, stifled laugh from the kitchen and looked down at the fist she'd slammed on the table with a sigh.

She owed Ruby twenty dollars.

A/N: TEA nominations are underway! If you'd like to support my work, you can be a rockstar and spread around the promos I've been posting here - [x]. Thank you all for your comments and encouragement on this story! :*

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #fic: the boston hour #and not a moment too soon

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onlyjihoons · 6 years

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collegebf!jihoon

a/n; congrats to jihoon for being accepted into uni;-;-; and btw pls pardon the mb that was the closest thing i could find to college jihoon in my laptop

masterlist// requests are open

major: theatre/acting

wanted to take up aerospace technology, but decided to go for his real passion instead

got in through rolling admission, didnt have to face the stress of college entrance examinations

however a very talented actor, able to shed tears in 30 seconds

havent had his first kiss despite acting since five,, and people are shook lol

has looks crafted by the acting gods, visuals made for acting

able to pull off both bad roles and good roles

honestly very friendly and humble young actor, seniors are certain he will make it big in the industry one day

will greet classmates and lecturers good morning and bid them goodbye

lowkey enjoys classics like romeo and juliet, lord of the flies, julius caesar, animal farm

does well in the prose section in tests because he reads widely

actually a well all-rounded student, perfect 4.0 gpa in every semester

took up ballet in high school oops and hence knows every scene in ballet classics like sleeping beauty

sings and raps decently, a good dancer too,, a literal golden child lol

but below the perfect boy surface,, jihoon is an avid gamer who always occasionally stays up till the wee wee hours of the night to play games

like overwatch sorry guys that’s the only game i know

sometimes will arrive to class late, hair in a mess and last night’s pyjamas

but at the end of the day he does well in everything without even trying so the lecturers just let him be

you didn’t even know why you took up theatre,, maybe its because you scored an A in literature during your college entrance exams

communications was too controversial for you anyway

you had zero to little acting experience, the only experience you had was pretending to be sick in school

like jihoon, for the prose section of tests you would score full marks most of the time

but drama section was your pitfall

not that you couldn’t act, but you had a fear of being on camera

selfies with friends are fine, but you just don’t like your pictures being taken in general

one day, your lecturer gave out an assignment, apparently it’s paired work and your partner has already been chosen beforehand

you liked pair work, and honestly one of the only ways you can pull up your grades for the drama section

once you received your assignment, you read the name below yours in bolded itallic,

park jihoon

you sighed, you were afraid of being a burden to the golden student, since he already has secured his own distinction anyway

you were acquaintances with jihoon, but not that close to be friends either

“y/n!” jihoon settled into his seat beside you, “i’m glad we are partners, at least you won’t be like some of the girls in this class…”

you smiled weakly, thankful that he didn’t have a bad impression of you already, “what about them?”

“they always wanted to add a kiss scene in the plot, just to kiss me, its just, ugh.” this was the first time you’ve seen jihoon getting annoyed, and you found it cute honestly

“that’s gross, but don’t worry, i wont make you kiss me, i don’t think you’d want to either.” you patted his back, and you swore that you saw a tinge of hurt in jihoon’s eyes momentarily

“thanks y/n.”

for the first 2 days, you and jihoon practically breezed through the prose section, sharing your favourite scenes of the classics

“romeo and juliet was a good ending”

“no, they should’ve ran away with each other”

despite conflicting ideas the both of you worked well together and became much closer than before

at first you thought jihoon was a little bit of a tsundere, but the more you knew him, the more goofy he seemed

like how he liked penguins, and has a few penguin stuffed toys on his bed

and you also learnt that jihoon used to do classical ballet in high school, which was lowkey a surprise for you

then came the drama section, the both of you decided on romeo and juliet

wow im so basic sorry guys

you didn’t force jihoon to kiss you too, so the both of you just settled with jihoon putting his thumb in between the both of your lips

or almost kissing

bahbam y’all “kissed”

jihoon told you it was a method actors use so that they don’t really kiss the actress,, and he pulled out that card for all of the girls who wanted to kiss him lol

he even was super sweet about the whole thing, asking if you were uncomfortable and stuff

you always said you wouldn’t but your heart would race whenever he did a tiny bit of skinship like hugging or holding your hand

ultimately, it was just for the grades, right?

wrong.

jihoon had the biggest crush on you ever since the both of you were in the same class

he was just scared of approaching you, scared that you would think he’s trying to get into your good books

so he was really excited when the lecturer announced that you were his partner

and when you said “i don’t think you’d want to either” to the kiss he was lowkey slumped bc it meant to him that you thought of jihoon as a normal friend and not something more

so on the day of the drama showcase, jihoon could sense your nervousness

usually you were ok but today you werent

“what’s up y/n? are you not feeling well?”

“i have a phobia of being on camera,” you wrung your hands together, “sorry jihoon, i’m bringing down our grades–”

“no, y/n, look at me.” jihoon made you face him, his features gleaming under the light, “we’ll overcome this together. i promise.”

“how?”

jihoon then swooped down and kissed your lips, which definitely took you aback

“w-what”

“just imagine the camera isn’t there, and there is no one in the classroom except us.” jihoon smiled, as if the kiss didnt happen

you were definitely calmer than before, weirdly, and nodded.

when it was you and jihoon’s turn, he gave your hand a small squeeze

it went pretty smoothly, with no camera-fright for the first time

until the kiss scene, jihoon actually kissed you for real

and the whole class was shooketh bc park jihoon,, kissing a girl for the first time?? wowzers

in the end, both of you got your As and you got yourself a boyfriend out of it too

honestly jihoon is more of a homebody than you think

he would want to stay at home rather than go out on dates

so he would invite you over to his dorm, to watch movies or just cook for him lol

sometimes he would ask you to play games with him too, but you’d fail

he would be somewhat addicted to his games too, so you have to get through all means and ways to get his attention back on his work

dont be surprised if he calls you at like 3am telling you hes hungry

and you only read it the next morning

“did you see the message i sent you?”

“no…?”

“i sent it at 3am and it said 2 ticks…”

“you’re gaming again?? YAH PARK JIHOON”

“hahaHAHAHHAHAHAHAH yes im sorry babe please forgive me:

has his designated seat beside you in every class

sometimes the lecturer has to call him out for being too clingy to you and its embarrassing when everyone just has their attention on the both of you

save this clingy baby please

will help you hold your notes,, and sometimes clean up with you at your dorm or home

your mother loves him already even tho she only met him through facetime

likes to go to find all the ramen stores in the vicinity and try all of them out

also likes taking pictures of you when you dont notice

and sets it as his kkt bg

your contact in his phone is saved as baby girl💓💕💖💗💘💞

and his contact saved on your phone is baby boy❤💙💚💛💜

you know those boyfriends who treat their girlfriend like theyre their entire universe? yup thats jihoon

and like his eyes light up whenever he talks about you its just so endearing

likes to be the big spoon when cuddling just so he can engulf you in his arms

hardly gets mad but even if he does its not that serious and over something stupid like him losing his notes or something

jihoon knows where to draw the line, when you need to study he tries not to disrupt you

keyword: tries

overall, a clingy but sweet koala as your bf, you could never ask for more

#wanna one scenarios #park jihoon #wanna one #park jihoon scenarios #Fluffy writes

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riverdaleroundup · 6 years

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Riverdale Roundup: 2x07 “ Tales From The Dark Side”

Here we are! Back at it again with the poorly spelled bitch seshes.

Okay so we open up with this artsy ass SVU esque true crime docu series news bulletin and i’m just like why? Why are we doing this? This is very that one episode of Grey's anatomy after the shooting when it was like a reality tv special about the hospital.

Okay anyway BH is like “ Okay you little trolls here's the deal. If you don’t sin for 48 hours I won’t murder all of you. Sound good?” but because this is riverdale everyone goes on with their sin filled lives like normal. Like here’s an idea, why don’t you all just take a long weekend, hang out at home with the shades drawn and watch some tv? But no everyone feels the need to do a little extra sinning because why not. It’s not like their lives are on the line or anything.

Archie and Jughead:

Betty and Jughead are all cuddled up in bed together and Betty is wearing his S shirt. But what Betty doesn’t know is that freaking Toni Topaz was lounging in that same shirt like 20 minutes ago when Jughead was getting it on with her…..so like drama. Philandering and Lying to your girlfriend? SIN.

Jughead talking to Penny Peabody even tho FP told him not to: Disobeying thy parents. SIN. Like he picks up the phone and it’s her. Hang up bitch! Don’t go get pancakes. Freak. UGH. Being a dumb little bitch: SIN. Okay so Penny is like “ your dad got jumped in the showers” and I watch so much SVU that i’m immediately like “ they’re going to talk about someone being sodomized on the CW? Holy shit.” but like they just hit him so like that’s a little more on brand.

Penny is like “ we need money” and Jughead is like “ sick I have 18 dollars’ and i’m like it’s so sad how relatable that is. So Penny is going to hook him up with a casual drug running job and i’m just like SIN.

Okay so Jughead needs to borrow Archies dad’s truck so he run some casual drugs and i’m like okay you still don’t have licenses and you still can’t drive but whatever. Jughead is like “ you owe me archie because you ruined my street race.” so now Archie has to help. They get this crate from a storage container (SIN) and they’re off. Archie is like “ Okay how much longer are you going to be a serpent” and Jughead is like “ you dumb bitch tattoos don’t just fall off after three months.” Archie basically proposes to Jughead talking about how he has his fantasy of them being roommates in New York and Jughead is a writer and Archie is a musician and i’m like okay so this really is going to become like RENT? Like in his 15 year old mind he thinks that straight out of high school they are all just going to move out to NYC together and get amazing jobs sans college degrees and live happily ever after. He’s watched too many episodes of Friends. They proceed to get a flat tire because of course they do. They have no spare because they are 15 and ill prepared. Archie wants to call triple C which is the cheap version of triple A and Jughead is like nah we are hauling drugs, like the tow truck is going to search their vehicle? Jug wants to call his boo Betty but Archie doesn’t want to get her mixed up in the drug trade and i’m like she’s just bringing you a tire not strapping a pound of jingle jangle to her person and going through TSA. This creepy ass guy comes along and is like y’all need a ride and i’m like DO NOT GO WITH THIS MAN YOU STUPID IDIOTS. But of course Jughead goes with this creepy guy who tells him not to look under his tarp and i’m like okay, you dumb idiot. Don’t do this. Jughead leaves archie on the side of the road and goes willingly with a creepy stranger. Being a dumb idiot and getting in the car with a scary stranger: SIN.

So the people of god think that the Black Hood is basically Jesus 2.0 and that he’s coming to rid the world of sin. So like Yikes. Archie sees a fucked up deer and then Jughead looks under the tarp and finds a dead deer and i’m like Oh dear. So the creepy ass man tells Jughead the story of the Riverdale Reaper who murdered this whole family and i’m like okay Jughead and Betty do all this freaking research about the murders and they never once heard of this? Did Alice Cooper tear that out of all the papers too? So this guy tries to stiff Jughead with the cheque and he’s like “ bro I already gave you my 18 dollars” but this guy doesn’t give a single fuck. He’s bouncing and he’s taking the drug crate with him.

Thankfully Archiekins rolls up and is ready to make it rain but only if they accept debit. Riverdale has never been so self aware. Like finally Archie is acting like an actual fifteen year old and using his debit card which is probably connected to his dad’s account so that Fred can monitor where Archie is spending his allowance.

Okay why can we not be in greendale after midnight? Is it because Sabrina the Teenage Witch is going to be out and doing spooky magic?

They roll up to the drop off site and are greeted by these creepy Russian gangsters which is just so convenient. Turns out Jughead is going to be their new little brug mule so he better get his ish together.

Jughead goes to visit FP and see’s that Daddy is fine and has not been jumped so like what the fuck Penny? Jughead goes to confront Penny and she’s like “listen up you little troll I own you now so like get the fuck used to it. You’re daddy like broke my heart or like didn’t give me a ride to the airport when he said he would so now I H8 you.” So like yikes.

Josie

When her names flashes up on the screen i’m like really? There’s a whole section just for her? Like I thought they just brought her in when they needed an upbeat musical number. She hangs around school late into the night so she can play the piano and i’m like do you not have one of those at home? Your Dad is like some big deal musician so like shouldn’t you have a piano? Can you not use an app on your ipad and play on that.

So the Mayor has moved them into a hotel because that’s going to be safer and i’m like okay??? Josie has to be back in the room by dark but like it’s winter so isn’t it dark by like 3pm? Does she have to skip the last period of school to make it home on time?

Both Josie and Cheryl look like they waltzed out of the 1970’s in their jumpsuits and heavily embellished tops. Josie is getting recruited to be a solo act so like bye bye pussy cats. She keeps getting creepy gifts in her locker and like in what world would a note that says “ i’m watching you be romantic?” Those are clearly not cute gifts but rather creepy little gestures that say I WANT TO MURDER YOU.

Chuck rolls up and asks Josie out and at first she’s all like “ ew no” and i’m like “ ew no” because he’s like gross and creepy and an asshole but by the end of the episode i’m like “ omg i love chuck. I don’t even know.” Josie asks if he’s putting stuff in her locker and he’s like “ I can be” which is not a yes so I don’t know why she takes it as a yes like ummm excuse me???? Josie goes to take a steam at the school and i’m like what kind of school has a steam room? Valarie and the other pussy cat whose name I do not know come and confront Josie about going solo which is very much like when the Cheetah Girls were in Barcelona and Adrienne Bailon was going to ditch the group to sing with that spanish girl and everyone got really pissed about it.

Josie runs into Chuck in the hallway and she’s like “ Thank god you're not a murderer, now drive me home.” and he’s like “ okay but first let's get french fries and fall in love.” Okay so don’t get me wrong i’m suddenly very team Chuck like out of the blue but what the heck happened to Reggie? They were like kind of hyping up a Josie Reggie thing like 20 minutes ago and now this? Whatever, Archie had like 67 love interests last season.

So Chuck talks about being a changed man and Pop is like “ ahh yes Chuck goes to my church. He is a man of god.” and i’m like okay did you pay him to say that Chuck? And Josie is thinking the same thing but like Chuck says he’s not that prepared. They then proceed to dance the night away and honestly they are not bad dancers but it’s just so random. Then the Mayor burst in and is like “ girl check your phone once in awhile” and then tells Josie to never speak to chuck again. It’s gearing up to be very Romeo and Juliet. Anyone up for a forbidden romance? The Mayor tells Josie about all these letters she’s been getting from these creeps and i’m like hot damn that's aggressive.

Cheryl is not team Chuck and makes that clear. Josie gets this creepy drawing and a box with a heart in it and I CALLED THAT I FUCKING CALLED IT BEING A HEART.

“ Out of the way Bert and Ernie” is so fucking Iconic.

Okay the janitor is around way too much to not have to do with something so like…..what’s the truth Mr. Spenceon?

Okay josie has a dream about dying and I honestly thought it actually happened and I was not pissed soooooo. Then we see Cheryl drawing this creepy ass drawing of Josie and like omg Cheryl you little liar. But I mean she just wants to keep her best friend to herself so like...I get it. Don’t think I wouldn’t do this Brittney.

Betty & Veronica

Okay so Kevin is worried about his dad because there is a killer on the prowl and the Sheriff has gotta catch him. Betty and Veronica both think they know what’s going on. Betty is like “ he’s def the killer” and Veronica is like “ he’s def having an affair” and then they look at each other like they’re both dumb bitches. Betty is a little too wrapped up in this mystery and thinks that literally everyone in this town who is male and above the age of 45 is the killer. She’s like “ Mr Phillips was killed in the police station soooo…” but literally 4 episodes ago Jughead was like “ okay anyone could break into the police station it’s so easy let's rescue my dad and send him to Canada.”

Veronica invites herself over to Kevin's house for a sleepover like an entitled bitch so that she can go snooping to figure out if the Sheriff is gettin it on with someone. Betty literally rolls up to the police station and is like “ What’s good Sheriff Keller. How the hell did BH get into the police station” and the Sheriff just shows her all this evidence and i’m like in what world would the HBIC of Riverdale Police just show all his evidence to this 15 year old girl?

So Veronica and Kevin are playing like Dungeons and Dragons or Mall Madness or something in his bedroom and Veronica is trying very hard not to slit her own wrists out of boredom. Again being entitled she decides to go get herself a drink but is actually just going to snoop around Sheriff Keller's underwear drawer or something. She calls Betty for advice and Betty is offended that she didn’t get an invite to the sleepover and i’m like same.

Veronica goes down to the basement and Sheriff Keller is pumping iron and looking very DILFy today. He and Veronica just hang out by the soda fridge for a while and we find out that Kevin's mom is in the army and i’m like ohhh she isn’t just skipping town like Jugheads mom and never looking back. Veronica is vibing with the Sheriff and honestly like wants him. Looks like Hiram isn’t the only one she’ll be calling Daddy (b) . But she doesn’t get any good info about if he is literally a mass murder or if he’s like fucking some random mom from the PTA. However if Veronica turns out to be wrong about him having an affair she would be more than willing to start one up #daddyissues.

Veronica see’s him sneaking out of his house and i’m like bitch it isn’t called sneaking out if you’re a literal adult and you own the property. He’s just leaving. Maybe he had a craving for some peanuts you don’t know.

Betty is grasping at straws to make Keller the killer and Veronica is defending her man to the end. Betty knows that the sheriff is hiding hiding something but Veronica knows that the only thing he’s hiding is a hot bod (b). Betty breaks into the Keller house (SIN) and starts going through his personal property. She finds a murder board and is like “Omg proof that he’s the killer!” and I’m like “ Or maybe he’s the literally chief of police who has to solve the murders” like we’ve seen him make murder boards before. The sheriff rolls back up and is like “ Wtf Betty what are you doing in here?”

So Betty brings her good for nothing father to the police station to talk to Keller and he lays down all the evidence to show that he’s innocent. Betty and Veronica follow the sheriff and find out that he’s gettin it in with the Mayor at some sleeze motel (SIN) and i’m like how many hotel rooms does she have? Veronica is heartbroken. Clearly. Veronica and Betty decide to keep this a secret and lie to Kevin ( SIN) Cheryl is like poisoning Josie with that tea (SIN).

Pop is the new Betty and gets a call from the Black Hood. BH knows that they have all been sinning aggressively and he’s coming to mirder them. So yikes.

Honestly everyone is sinning all over the place do I don’t know what these bitches expected?? They all wear polyester and I bet somewhere someone is eating shellfish. Also Moose wasn’t in this episode so….SIN.

#riverdale #riverdale roundup #the cw riverdale #the cw #betty cooper #Bughead #jughead #jughead jones #betty x jughead #cheryl blossom #varchie

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Daredevil 101: Fall from Grace

And we’re back! It’s time for the death of Matt Murdock (again). Also, a lot of 90s-style grimacing. Most importantly, ELEKTRA RETURNS!

Content Warning: Some extremely racist (specifically, anti-black) imagery behind the cut.

When we last left our hero, he had returned to New York, regained his memory, and patched things up with Foggy. And aw, they’re being so cute:

YOU GUYS FOGGY MADE A MODEL OF THE OFFICE SO THAT MATT COULD FEEL WHERE EVERYTHING WOULD GO. AND JUST LOOK AT THEM CUDDLING OVER THAT SIGN. I’M CAN’T.

Now up there I mentioned 90s-style grimacing, and I just...I feel like if you’re not familiar with the aesthetic of comics in the 90s nothing can really prepare you, but basically, picture a lot of veins and teeth, flowing hair, everyone wearing armor and wielding two swords and six guns, POUCHES, and very questionable anatomy. This cover is a pretty good example:

No, I cannot explain anything that’s happening here. Just accept that the next few posts are gonna look like this until we round the horn into the late 90s. We’ll get through this. It’ll be okay.

(That art, by the way, is by Scott McDaniel, who is responsible for most of this post. The writer is still D. G. Chichester.)

Despite that cover there’s not a lot of Frank in here, but I do have something behind the cut for the Fratt fans:

That’s real gay, Frank.

In between fellatio metaphors with Frank, reestablishing Nelson and Murdock, and trying to patch things up with Karen, Matt also tries to protect a Haitian immigrant from a convoluted protection racket and winds up tangling with a “voodoo priestess” villainess named Calypso. Here’s where that content warning comes in:

Like honestly what the actual fuck. I don’t even have words for this bullshit.

Anyway, that’s obviously Calypso on the bottom. At the top is Hellspawn, a doppelganger of Matt created during Infinity War? I literally just had to look this up because large parts of Chichester’s run are incomprehensible and I honestly had no idea where he came from - I thought Calypso created him, but apparently not. Anyway, it’s during this plotline that Hellspawn encounters and becomes obsessed with Matt.

I’m skipping a lot here but I want to get into the meatier plot as opposed to the more episodic storylines, so we’re going to scoot ahead to “Fall from Grace,” which is what I used for the name of this post because it’s the most major event here. Again, this story falls under the category of “unnecessarily complicated Chichester nonsense riddled with cameos, crossovers, and incomprehensible McDaniel-scribbled fight scenes” and I’m not going to get into the details of it because...like. It’s such nonsense. Even the simplified version I’m about to share with you is going to make no sense. (I don’t hate Chichester, who I think writes a really interesting Karen, but his character stuff is much better than his confusing plots.)

SO. The plot revolves around a defunct, shady government program wherein they created a chemical called About Face that altered people’s appearances, put it in glass balls, and sent telepaths out to secretly drop the balls in heavily populated areas, where they would break and...change people’s faces??? It makes NO SENSE. One of the balls never broke, and the guy who broke it - a telepath named Eddie - ran away, horribly traumatized by his experience with the government, and has hidden as a street person for the past few decades.

Now it’s become clear to multiple interested parties that there’s one remaining ball of About Face somewhere in the subway system, and they’re all after Eddie to find out where it is. Matt discovers this and steps in to protect him:

What’s Eddie running from? Oh, just Hellspawn, and also maybe how veiny Matt’s chest is:

I’m concerned about your neck, Matthew.

While all this is going on, the Bugle is temporarily shut down because of *handwave* plot stuff, idk, but Ben freaks out because all of his in-progress articles are on the Bugle computers, which he now can’t access. He asks a Bugle intern named Sara to help him out:

omg those references

Unfortunately for Ben - and Matt - when Ben’s not looking, Sara stumbles across an unpublished article that Ben has idiotically saved to the Bugle server: the one he wrote about Matt being Daredevil, before he decided not to publish it. Oops!

Meanwhile, as we saw above, Matt’s classic suit has taken quite a beating, so he decides that he needs a tougher look:

Parts of it or armored, or the whole thing is, or something? Armor was very on-trend in the 90s. Anyway this is not a good sign, any time Matt is in black and it’s not Charlie Cox in skintight army surplus you know the story is going downhill.

Matt is so busy with Eddie and the virus and his new threads that he’s neglecting his day job, and Foggy has gotten tired of the same old patterns:

I find this page fascinating, because this arc is the only time it’s implied that Foggy knows Matt is Daredevil before, uh, Foggy officially finds out Matt is Daredevil. (And it’s made clear when that happens that he had no suspicion beforehand, so this aspect is dropped.) But also, Matt is being SUCH a dick here! “I’m responsible for more important things that you don’t know about”? If Foggy didn’t do your paperwork you wouldn’t be able to pay for that fancy armor, bucko. And you can’t lie to Foggy and then blame him for not knowing the truth.

Anyway I just love Foggy’s “Don’t forget your CANE” and Matt storming out and knocking a wastebasket over with his cane all “HOW DARE YOU I AM SUPER BLIND,” even if it never went anywhere. (Though Foggy does go talk to Karen after this and ask her to talk to Matt about...the other aspects of his life that he and Matt don’t talk about. So Karen gets involved in this dancing around the subject too.)

Meanwhile...*sigh* So. Okay. Remember how I said there were a bunch of people after the About Face virus? Well, they include government agents, bounty hunters, Hellspawn, A VAMPIRE, and the Hand. (The Chaste is bopping around here too, trying to stop the Hand.) The Hand sends an elite sect called the Snakeroot after About Face, plus these two:

This is sleazebag former SHIELD agent John Garrett, and Elektra’s “dark essence” Erynys. Garrett kind of explains their deal up there, but the short version is: after killing Elektra off in Daredevil, Miller still wanted to write her, so he did a miniseries called Elektra: Assassin. I’m not a fan of it, despite stunning art from Bill Sienkiewicz. We’ll see this next time, when I cover the Man Without Fear miniseries, but basically the more Miller wrote Elektra, the more he wrote her as sort of this fascinating, dangerous fetish object instead of as a person. Even though she’s ostensibly the star, Assassin is narrated by Garrett and is told through the lens of his fixation on her. It’s pretty gross.

Anyway, Elektra’s trying to stop a demon called the Beast from installing one of its pawns as president of the US (insert political commentary here), so she uses the psychic powers she occasionally has to get Garrett to help her. The story ends with her victorious and Garrett mostly cyborg parts, but now, during the Fall from Grace arc, the Hand is able to use the traces of Elektra left in Garrett’s mind from her possession of him to create Erynys, a separate being who embodies all that is dark and evil in Elektra. She wants About Face, which will enable her to be a full human being and not just an offshoot of Elektra.

Understandably, she’s a pretty upsetting figure for Matt to run across, especially since he thinks the REAL Elektra is still dead. (She’s not, as the reader knows.)

And that’s not the only bad news for Matt, because Bugle intern Sara has taken the story that Matt is Daredevil and gone to the tabloids:

Matt’s teeth are so dismayed!

Obviously Matt’s friends all see this story too, and Karen for one is not about to let it stand:

I LOVE NINETIES KAREN!!! She is so tired of men and their ridiculousness, she has shit to do and papers to throw! And again, Foggy’s still carefully talking around the whole thing, which I still find fascinating - but in the clinch, he’ll always be here to save Matt from himself.

Matt, meanwhile, has another shock waiting for him:

It’s Elektra! Bald Elektra! How very Sinead O’Connor.

(If you’ve forgotten, the Hand attempted to resurrect Elektra after she was killed by Bullseye and Matt was able to purify her soul with the power of his love (hence her white costumer), but thought the resurrection itself failed. She’s basically been meditating on a mountain ever since.)

While Elektra fills Matt in on where she’s been, Ben and Foggy team up to save Matt’s secret:

Sara basically ignores Foggy and his restraining order and barges past him and Ben with a camera crew to find...an ordinary apartment, filled with the kind of accommodations a blind man might need, like foam bumpers on the sharp edges of furniture and a Braille subway map. Humiliated, she departs.

Meanwhile, Matt and Elektra are still catching up as they try to keep anyone else from getting to About Face before they do:

If you can look away from Elektra’s weird seamless naked plank-butt there, basically she’s upset because she was finally at peace meditating up on that mountain (and also when she was dead) and now she has to, like, be alive and deal with the forces of evil and confront her own evil nature and UGH. Matt is not threatening to punch her there but reminding her of how much she loves punching??? Sure.

Despite all this embracing, Matt goes straight to Karen and tells her that Elektra’s back, but he knows who he really wants to be with:

WHEEZE! WHEEZE AGAINST EACH OTHER’S CHINS!!! No, seriously, despite the crappy art and the tiresome love triangle and the hilarious childishness of that crayon heart drawing, this is close to the healthiest Matt and Karen have ever been and I’m happy for them. I love their late 90s dynamic.

With Karen thoroughly kissed, Matt suits up again and heads back into the fray. (It’s important to note here that Karen doesn’t know a) about Matt’s new costume or b) about Ben and Foggy’s successful dismantling of the “Matt is Daredevil” story.) They finally find the About Face virus, and Hellspawn tries to take it to make himself...a real boy, I guess? A real demon boy? Idk.

Hellspawn uses the About Face, but Erynys kills him before he can do anything with it - and then Elektra kills her before she can use the About Face, thus reabsorbing Erynys’s evil into herself. Or something. THIS COMIC IS A MESS.

The weirdest aspect, though, is that in death, Hellspawn’s About Faced corpse turns to...Matt Murdock. He is an absolute spitting image of a dead Matt, which gives Matt an idea. Remember, Matt doesn’t know that his secret identity is a secret again, and as long as it’s out there, the people he cares about are in danger. Plus, like, Matt Murdock’s life is really hard and stuff?

So he bundles up the Mattcorpse and dumps it off at a police station or something, and Matt Murdock is declared 100% Dead and Probably Not Daredevil. Giving this story something of a downer ending:

If I’m not mistaken, this is the third time Matt has faked his death, counting Mike Murdock and that time he crashed a plane with a Matt dummy in it. MATT. WHY IS THIS A THING FOR YOU.

Anyway, tune in next time for a detour into the Frank Miller/John Romita, Jr. miniseries Daredevil: Man Without Fear, followed by Black Armor Matt making more bad decisions!

#daredevil #daredevil 101

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