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amerrierworld · 4 years ago

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Not a total frickin’ idiot

For the request: R x Daphne Kluger. R being a part of the original Heist Crew and also being the one Daphne approaches. They’re super flirty w/ each other and everyone knows that they like each other except themselves.

Summary: You thought you had gone unnoticed at the Met, but Miss Kluger never forgets a face.

Characters: Daphne Kluger x fem!reader, the Ocean’s team

Word Count: 1,657

Warnings: swearing!? Do i still have to put a warning for that? idk

If you had learned anything about diva actress Daphne Kluger from Rose, it was that you don’t speak unless spoken to first.

And considering she didn’t talk to you at all during the heist, you were able to get around the entire night never uttering a single word to her, fulfilling your role on the team without any kind of hiccup.

So you were quite surprised when she had slid into your booth at your favourite coffee shop, giant sunglasses and a fashionable sunhat masking her face. You looked up from your phone and were about to comment about your booth being taken until you recognized her.

Your mouth hung open a little bit as she took off the hat and glasses. Her lips were painted a deep red and her outfit was impeccable, as always.

“Say..” she immediately said, pearly whites nearly blinding you as she smiled, “you were at the Met, weren't you?”

“I- I’m sorry?” you began. “I don’t know-”

“Oh my god! You totally were! You were wearing that adorable dress. Gosh, you looked so good.”

You were blushing hard, because in a matter of barely a minute, Daphne Kluger, gorgeous movie star, had called you adorable and good-looking all in the same sentence.

“I was there too- well, obviously you know that,” she chuckled, “and I was wearing that beautiful diamond necklace, don’t you remember? It was all over the news. Especially when I supposedly lost it.”

“O-oh? Right, y-yes I remember reading about it in the news..”

“And you know.. I couldn’t help but wonder how weird my designer was acting all night. And that lady in the black from the staff, who found my necklace? You’d almost think they were acting.”

You were almost as pale as a sheet at this point, gripping your cup in shaking fingers.

“And you know what’s funny? I saw you talking to both of them during the night. I mean, how couldn’t I notice? You looked so gorgeous, almost like you were asking me to see you.”

You gulped, “I do not know what you’re talking about, Miss Kluger-”

“Just call me Daphne,” she leaned forward, lips spread in a feline smile, elbows resting on the table and propping her head up on her hands.

“Y/N, right? I asked for your name from the guest list, I hope you don’t mind. They let me in on those sorts of things anyways.”

“That’s me,” you replied.

“Do you know Debbie Ocean? Of course you do, you two also seemed pretty close all night, hm? You’re lucky I was the only one who noticed.”

“What?”

“I’ve been approached by an investigator who seems really interested in her because the uh, necklace turned out to be a fake.”

You tried to pretend to be surprised at the news, but you couldn’t muster it, and Daphne looked at you knowingly.

“Luckily, I didn’t tell him any of your names, because I wasn’t sure if I was right. But you just confirmed all my suspicions anyways, so..”

“Are you threatening me?” you narrowed your eyes at her, and she gasped in mock offence.

“Of course not!” she leaned forward, giving you ample view of her cleavage, hand trailing over yours,

“I’m seducing you, Y/N.”

You didn’t know what to say as she looked at you with those deep, telling eyes. Her own eyes flickered appreciatively over your features, and you wondered if she was checking you out or if she was simply acting.

A small group of fans approached the table, chittering and blushing at the sight of Daphne Kluger in a meagre coffee shop such as this one. She smiled amicably, accepting their compliments and giving them autographs, before saying,

“You’re all so sweet, but do you think you’d be able to let my girlfriend and I have some privacy for the rest of our date? Thaanks,” she waved as the fans rushed off, gasping and gossiping amongst themselves at the prospect of the Daphne Kluger having a girlfriend.

“Girlfriend?” you asked once you found your voice again. She only grinned and winked at you.

“Oh, don’t be like that baby. Now, are you gonna tell me about the necklace, or what?” she sipped your drink and your mouth went dry.

“Chilly,” Daphne remarked at the glances given by the rest of the group, “what about, ‘Hi Daph, welcome to the team. Let’s not all high five at once.’”

You chewed your lip, bounced your leg, avoided her gaze altogether, and tried very hard not to look at how good she looked in her black dress. You were sitting across from the couch where she had plopped down, hunched in the metal framed chair.

“Why’d y’let her get to you, Y/N. I told you not to draw attention to yourself!” Rose said to you, after you and Debbie had explained how Daphne had found you, recognized you and called out the plan. You, being the newbie in the ways of criminality, could barely think of a cover up and ended up bringing her to Debbie with a spluttering confession.

“She didn’t,” Daphne’s eyes were locked on yours, “I just noticed her myself.”

You blushed a little and looked away. Debbie looked at you apologetically, knowing you felt put on the spot.

“Plus,” Daphne continued, “I am the one who is saving your asses from insurance fraud, okay?”

The team burst into shock, responses flying left and right.

“I-I was gonna get to that,” you said hastily, eyeing Debbie, who stepped in,

“It seems that they’ve assigned an insurance investigator-”

“Who’s about to look up your asses with a flashlight,” Daphne pointed out.

“Who?”

"Oh, this little Columbo dude, everything but the trench coat, totally on to you.”

“His name is John Frasier,” Debbie said.

"Wha- you know him?” Amita spluttered in disbelief.

“Yes, he busted my father twice, my brother once.”

“He’s family,” Lou added.

“Lest we forget, this entire enterprise was to keep me out of jail,” Rose interrupted, worry etched on her face.

“No one is going to jail,” Lou assured her.

“We expected this, we prepared for this,” said Debbie. Not many of the team seemed to believe her, with Nineball adding,

“Yup... that’s clear.”

“We will not be the prime suspect,” Debbie said sternly.

"Then who will be?”

“Well,” you added, “we’ve got the security guys, the busboys-”

“...The shady guy who put you away,” Tammy sighed, arching an eyebrow at Debbie, who could barely contain the smirk on her face. Daphne stared at her incredulously,

“..the boyfriend.”

"Mhm,” Debbie replied, “they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

Lou nodded in approval, adding a faint, “that’s nice.”

"Thanks.”

“Wow... that is amazing,” Daphne grinned, chewing her gum in delight, “the precision, right? It’s always the attention to detail and the little grace notes that really make something sing.”

A short silence followed. Glances were cast between the rest of you, wondering what on earth had gotten into Daphne’s head.

“...Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, clearly dumbfounded by this multi-millionaire actress dropping into their party. Daphne stilled for a moment, her eyes flickering to you for a second before saying,

“I.. don’t have that many close female friendships. Plus bookclubs are the worst, so I just thought y’know... could be something fun to share?”

“You’re becoming a criminal because you’re lonely?”

“...Who isn’t sometimes, right?”

"Are you an only child?” you asked her. Her silence told you enough.

The team seemed to accept at that point that Daph was there to stay, so they went about their usual business.

“Beer?” Lou offered you, which you immediately said yes to, feeling a little woozy after that whole experience.

Tammy went to the kitchen and opened another pizza box, and you went to grab a slice for yourself before calculating your next move carefully, hoping your brain wouldn’t short circuit as you grabbed another slice and headed to where Daphne was sitting by herself.

You sat next to her, very very awkwardly, and offered her the paper plate.

“Aw, thanks,” she smiled, cheering up a little, “you know you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Be nice to me because you feel bad for me. Look, I’m sorry I cornered you the other day. I didn’t mean to seem desperate or whatever.”

“You- you didn’t seem desperate,” you frowned, “and I don’t feel bad for you. Whatever gave you that idea?”

She looked at you with a mouthful of pizza, and made an exasperated gesture to your whole surroundings, indicating the events that had just occurred. She also didn’t want you to know how she had been dying for your attention the minute she had seen you at the Met.

“Oh, well, I mean, I think your reasoning was perfectly justified,” you cocked your head at her and smiled. Then you lifted your pizza and said,

“to crime!”

The rest of the group cheered and replied with the same phrase, lifting their beers or pizza with glee. Daphne blushed at the exclamation.

“Now you,” you said, nodding encouragingly.

“What?”

“Do it! If you’re gonna be a part of the Ocean’s team, you gotta get with the rituals.”

“Rituals?” Daphne scoffed. But then she saw your dopey smile and sparkling eyes, and her insides melted. She delicately lifted the pizza and said,

“to crime!”

You laughed and sipped your beer.

“Ten bucks says they’re dating by next week,” Nineball said in the kitchen, peering into the fridge.

“I say by the weekend,” Constance offered.

“Idiots,” Rose shook her head. “If tonight is gonna keep up like this, I say by the morning.”

They eyed you and Daphne chatting away on the couch, completely forgetting about everyone else.

“Not so lonely anymore I guess,” Tammy smiled.

“Told you, crime’s good for many things,” Debbie nudged her and smiled at Lou, who rolled her eyes playfully.

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let-them-read-fics · 4 years ago

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BP Headcanon / One Shot: Raising A Kid With Lisa

Requested By Anon: Lisa / Reader while they're raising a kid

Quote Requested By @ssamssamu: "I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Slight Angst, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: This one's kinda long, guys 😳 I hope you enjoy, though. Thank you for the requests!

PS ~ Your child is female in this

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Dear lord... 🛐🤰

Let's get started

First off: milf

Second off: you'd either come home to find her, your child, and your 5 cats passed out, or chaotically playing with one another

WHEN YOU'RE NEW PARENTS:

If you give birth, she's literally the most supportive wife ever

Getting you any and everything you need, no matter the time of day or night

"Lis?" You ask into the darkness, voice coming out rough as it slips past your sleepy lips. Her soft snoring is cut off in an instant as she wakes up, ready to help.

"I'm here, my love." She yawns, quickly stretching before reaching forward to take your hand into her own.

"Can you get me some ice chips?" You wince, hating to make her trek all the way down the hall when she was comfortable and sleeping so well.

"On it, baby." She stands and brushes her lips against your forehead, reassuring you that she doesn't mind the task.

"Thank you; I love you," you call after her as she walks towards the door. She turns to you just as she reaches it, pressing a kiss to her fingers before holding a finger heart up for you.

"I love you more."

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"Here you go," she says, helping you sit up in the hospital bed. "I got you a little water with it, just like you like." She raises the cup for you, tilting it so that the cool liquid can slide towards your lips, soothing your dry mouth. The styrofoam squeaks lightly, momentarily accompanying the sound of the beeping monitor that's keeping track of your vitals.

You gently push the cup away after you're satisfied, wrapping your arms around her waist as she puts it on the bedside table. She cuddles you back, kissing the top of your head.

"Thanks again, babe. I don't know what I'd do without you." You mumble against her, still exhausted from all that you went through earlier today. She crouches down beside you, taking your hands within her own as she looks up into your eyes.

"You've made me the happiest woman in the world, Y/N/N; I have you and our cute little baby girl now. I think that's more than a fair trade for getting ice chips at 3 in the morning."

You laugh, leaning forward to rest your forehead against hers.

"We did pretty good, didn't we?" You ask after a moment, gazing over at the clear bin your daughter is laying in, resting peacefully.

"We sure did." Lisa says, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She raises a hand to your cheek, cupping the soft skin as she looks at you tenderly.

If she gives birth, you'd do everything for her as well and take good care of her as she recovers

She'd try to be a bit more independent, though, just because that's how she is

She secretly loves when you surprise her with just what she wanted, but was too shy / stubborn to ask for

You come back into the bedroom with a pint of ice cream and two spoons in hand, clad in one of her oversized shirts.

"I got your favorite," you smile, saddling up next to her on the bed. She sits up with a shy grin, feeling beyond lucky to have someone like you.

"Thank you baby," she says, taking a scoop of the sweet treat as you stick it out to her. She sighs as the flavor coats her tongue, reminding her of all the reasons it's her favorite.

"You know," she starts after a minute, grabbing your attention mid-bite. "You taste even better than this."

She smirks as you nearly choke on the ice cream, coughing a bit as it trails an icy path down your throat.

"Yah, jagi! Are you trying to kill me?"

She doesn't want to feel like a nuisance

You reassure her that she isn't at all, and eventually she listens to you

Lets you help her more and cater to her needs

Repays you in the form of cuddles and millions of sweet kisses

As soon as she can safely take care of herself, she's back to normal (aka, being a crackhead)

If you adopt or have a donor, oh boy

That child is spoiled the moment you lay eyes on it

Raising her as your own

You agree to tell her about her past when she's older, if she wants that

Constant reassurance of your love for her

Telling her how proud you are of her

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She'd be teaching your kid dance moves before she could even walk

"Lis, baby, she literally just bent her knee."

"I don't know what you're talking about. She was definitely practicing the move I taught her last night."

Almost always making a mess when she feeds her (though that's not entirely Lisa's fault... babies are messy)

Seriously, both of them completely covered in baby food and milk when you walk in

Lisa asking if she can buy a hazmat suit for when it's her time on diaper duty

Pouting when you say no

She decides to wear goggles, gloves, and a face mask instead

Singing softly to your daughter as she rocks her to sleep

Sometimes falling asleep in your rocking chair with your baby in her arms

And you find them and just 🥺

WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER IS A TODDLER & UP:

Visiting Lisa's family and your own when you can

Very wholesome memories being made with them

Food fights

She is 110% down to act silly and do anything your kid wants

You unlock the front door of your shared home, tiredly rubbing your neck after a long day of work. The sound of one of your daughter's favorite movies playing on the living room TV brings a smile to your face, and you quickly set your things on the kitchen table before joining them.

Upon stepping foot into the room, you comically narrow your eyes.

"What are you wearing?" You ask both of them as an amused smile grows on your lips.

Lisa turns to you now, appearing to have been so invested in the movie that she hadn't even heard you come home. You start to wonder if maybe she was the one who wanted to watch the movie all along.

A tin foil hat rests atop her head, matching the adorable, mini-sized version that your daughter is modeling. Lisa's grin widens cutely as she looks you up and down, happy to finally have you back home.

"Here mama, we made one for you, too!" Your daughter says excitedly, giggling as she hops up and runs towards you, cap in hand. You crouch down so she can put it on you, feeling your heart melt at the happy look in her eyes; she's proud of herself, and so are you.

"Thank you baby, it fits just right." You praise, lifting her into your arms as Lisa stands up and approaches you.

"We missed you, lovey." She presses her lips to yours, humming against them when you bring a hand to her hip to pull her even closer. You pull away before you can get too invested and scar your child for life, opting instead to cuddle into the cozy embrace that Lisa offers to the two of you.

The warm material of her sweater brushes against your skin as she brings her arms around both of you, protecting you from the slightly chilly air of the room.

"You know, I still have no idea what the hat's for..." you smirk, feeling your daughter raise her head from where it previously came to rest against your shoulder. She scoffs, sounding offended that you don't know the answer.

"It's to protect us from aliens. Duh," she rolls her eyes, making you and Lisa chuckle. Clearly Jennie has been giving her some sass lessons lately.

"My most sincere apologizes, princess," you bow your head in mock shame, doing your best to conceal your smile.

"Let's go sit back down. I wanna hold my girls," Lisa declares softly, kissing your temple as you go to agree.

The three of you make your way back to the couch, snuggling up close as Lisa presses play.

Very affectionate

Constantly squishing your cheeks and gushing about how cute you are (she does the same thing to your daughter too)

Spoils her (and you) rotten

Matching onesies

Matching outfits, totally coordinated (usually Celine or some other designer brand)

Pillow / blanket forts

"Queen Y/N, requesting entrance." You announce with a smile, hands full of snacks for the three of you as you sit back on your knees in waiting.

From inside, you hear Lisa say, "Your Highness, there's a guest at the door. Would you like to see her?"

Your daughter's faux royal voice almost makes you crack up. "Oh, alright. Open up." She commands, sounding British.

Lisa parts the front two blankets, doing her best to conceal her grin as she locks eyes with you.

"SNACKS!" Your daughter shrieks, completely breaking character.

"No no no! Wait--" She eagerly rushes over to you, knocking you over in the heat of the moment. Your mom skills kick in and allow you to angle the bowls correctly and keep most of the food in, though a few stray pieces of popcorn fall out and land in your hair.

"Oops... sorry mommy," your daughter says, snickering softly.

Lisa leans over you, peering down at where you now lay on your back. She smirks as she picks some of the popcorn out of your hair.

If you're preparing a meal for the three of you, they'd turn on some music and come hang in the kitchen with you

Dance battles everywhere

Lisa doesn't always let your daughter win, either, and it makes your little girl all the more competitive

Taking your daughter to street markets to introduce her to new foods and develop her palate

Betting on what foods she'll like more

Lisa getting sulky when she loses, and never shutting up about it when she wins

PICTURES PICTURES PICTURES

Lisa's always taking pictures of you all to add to your family photo book

More like photo books

Seriously so many pictures. She just can't get enough of how cute her little unit is

Taking trips to local cat cafés to let the gang play

Lisa convincing you to let her get another cat

"Pleaaaase?" She draws the word out, wrapping her arms around your waist. You glance over to where your daughter is surrounded by a sea of fluff balls, almost unable to be seen. She's laughing her head off, filling the room with her cute giggles as the kitties brush against her.

"Just one more. Last one." Lisa says, gathering your attention again.

"You said that last time," you quip.

"I mean it this time."

"I feel like that's a lie..."

"If you let me get this cat, there'll be a reward for you later." She husks the last part out, letting her fingers trail to the back of your neck to rest there. She leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek, then your jawline, smiling against your skin when she feels your heart beat a little faster.

"Fine, Lisa. But this is the last one," you point a finger at her, pushing her back slightly.

"Thank you, my love. You won't regret it." She smirks, head held high as she slaps your butt and goes to the crate to pick her cat of choice.

Roadtrips

Sightseeing and exploring

Teaching your daughter how to take good pictures, too

"My little prodigy" - Lisa (🥺🥲)

You and your daughter go to Lisa's performances anytime you're able

Cheering the girls on, fully decked out in BP merch

"BLACKPINK IS THE REVOLUTION!" Your daughter screams, bonking her light stick against her head wildly. From the vantage point of your front row seat, you lock eyes with Lisa before glancing down at the little human with an amused smile. Lisa laughs when she notices her, leaving only the backing track to play for a second. She giggles again and points to you before picking back up with the song, a wide smile on her lips.

The other members look down and laugh, too, clapping for her.

Your baby has too much energy for her own good -- something she definitely got from your wife.

Visiting the girls often

They always love to see both of you

Jennie makes food for her and spoils her with lazy days, Jisoo teaches her how to play video games and be more of a crackhead, and Rosé teaches her to paint and sing (and also speak with an Australian accent)

"Nœř"

They all have a secret handshake with her, different for each member

Which you think is absolutely adorable

They always take such good care of her

Always showing up for her school recitals and performances

When you pack your daughter's lunch, Lisa will usually sneak extra sweets into her bag, thinking you don't notice. You do, but you'd never tell her that. Seeing her think she's actually being sneaky is cute

Your Relationship With Lisa

Playful banter

She still makes time for you

Likes to be connected in some way as often as possible. Holding hands or pinkies, back hugs, kisses, gentle caresses, cuddling, etc. -- anything she can do to constantly remind you of her love.

You both always look forward to date nights

You drop your daughter off so the girls can watch her, or you call a sitter

Lisa takes you wherever you wanna go

Some past places: the park (to stargaze), the roller rink, fancy restaurants, art museums / galleries, couples dance classes (when you want to practice a new style and have an excuse to dance the night away together), or even just the couch

Sometimes both of you are too exhausted to go out, so you opt to stay in instead

Other times she wants to get all fancied up and see how gorgeous you look in your outfit of choice

She loves to show you off

"Damn, baby. How do you get hotter every time I see you?"

You look over at her with an incredulous expression, still clad in your oversized shirt with you hair pulled back.

"I haven't even gotten ready yet..."

"Still sexy," she coos, coming up behind you to give you a hug. You settle back into her arms, sighing softly when she trails soft kisses along your shoulder, towards your neck.

"I have to shower," you inform her, releasing the words gently. Part of you knows you'll be late for your reservation if you let her continue, but you can't find it in yourself to care. You've been aching for her touch lately, both of you caught up with the stressors of life. But she's here now, letting her hands roam to the places she knows they shouldn't be.

"Lis..."

"You know," she pecks the mark she just finished making on your neck, feeling satisfied as it darkens before her eyes, "I'm in need of a shower, too." Her fingertips flirt with the waistband of your panties, dipping underneath the material to caress your skin.

"Didn't you get in a couple hours ago?" You ask, furrowing your brows in genuine curiosity.

She laughs at that, letting her head fall against your shoulder as she stills her movements.

"Y/N, can't you just go along with it? Jeez, let me flirt with you."

Both of you chuckle together now, giggles mixing together as they fill the air of the room.

"Alright, alright. Go ahead."

"You look-- No, you know what? Let's just get in. I'll show you instead."

One of the best showers of your life ;)

You somehow managed to make it to your reservation on time

Lisa had to help you walk, though

Cause, ya know

Wöbbĺý łəğ§

Flirted like crazy at dinner

But was also very romantic

As a plane blinks by in the distance, merely a speck on its journey across the dusky sky, Lisa ponders on what her life would've been like, had she not met you. That lonely looking plane symbolizes what she'd probably be doing right now: flying somewhere for tour or brand deals. Every flash of its lights is like a call out to the universe, searching for something it doesn't yet have. It reminds her of how she felt before she met you -- like something was missing.

"I love you, Y/N/N, so much," she says out of the blue, looking over to you. "I'm lucky to call you mine." She says sincerely, gazing into your eyes with a big smile. You turn her into a lovesick, giddy teenager just by being yourself. One look from you is capable of sending her falling all over again.

Her fingers intertwine with your own, hands resting on the table.

"I'm so proud of us. There's no one I'd rather grow old with." You bring her wrist to your lips, kissing it tenderly. Her heart melts at the action, and she cups your cheek in her palm.

She takes you to the park after dinner, right back to the place you met

It leads to a big sentimental talk about when you fell for one another and realized you were in love

You take a bite of the froyo you got as desert on the way here, looking over to her as she begins explaining.

"I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

She looks so sweet after she says it that you almost melt right then and there. You put the container down on the bench beside you before turning back to her. Curiosity shines in her doe eyes as she waits on your answer.

"Oddly enough, it was the same for me," you start, feeling your cheeks tug up into a smile as the memories come flooding back. "As soon as I made you laugh that first time -- when I saw your face light up after I told that stupid joke -- I knew it was you. I never knew what I was missing until I met you."

She cups your cheek, rubbing the pad of her thumb across it as tears begin to well up in her eyes. Years ago, when both of you happened to be in this very spot at the same time, you had no idea what life had in store for you. She had no idea that when she accidently bumped into a complete stranger, that that person would become her world.

She wouldn't feel complete without you, and neither would you without her. The life you've created has taken sacrifices and courage, but you know you'll always have one another no matter what. She makes the hard days bearable, and the good days unforgettable. She's your reason, just as you're hers.

"I love you--"

Both of you say the phrase at the same time, laughing when you realize it. It's a sweet moment, plucked straight out of a romcom.

She leans forward after a few seconds to kiss your lips, reclaiming them for her own.

Holding hands as you walk through the city

Not wanting the night to end

You stop in a couple other thrift shops and take some pictures together before deciding to go home

You catch up on some movies / Netflix / trashy TV that you've been wanting to watch together, finally having enough time to do so

She holds you close, snuggling up against you and not letting you go

Fights

Of course, they're inevitable

Never fun

You both communicate well, though, so they don't happen too often

But when they do, they usually start over little things, your annoyance only heightened by the stress you're constantly under

It's tough on Lisa, being an idol on top of everything else, and it's tough on you to have to raise your daughter alone sometimes

You don't fight in front of her (your child), and you don't say things to attack each other's character. Sometimes you just get loud because you're frustrated and trying to get the other to understand things from your point of view

You usually take time to cool down and then come back together later, once you've had time to think and reflect

After putting your daughter to bed, Lisa comes to your shared bedroom.

"Y/N/N, baby, I'm sorry. Please open up, I need to see you." She says quietly, resting her forehead against the door. She's beyond disappointed in herself, baffled by the fact she could treat you in such a way.

You look over to it, weighing your options as you toy with your wedding ring out of habit. This was a particularly nasty fight, and you hated every second of it; the anger in her eyes broke your heart.

She hears shuffling from inside, and she stands up straight. When you open the door and lean against it, eyes red and cheeks puffy from crying, her heart sinks. It's not surprising that her words hurt you so much, but knowing that she caused you pain in any way is almost too much to bear.

She purses her lips as she gathers her thoughts, and you momentarily look down to the floor, scuffing your foot to busy yourself.

"I never should've said any of that to you. Work has just been stressing me out lately with the comeback and all, and I took it out on you. I was wrong," she says, fresh tears spilling out of her eyes. She quickly wipes them away, not wanting the moment to be about her. She knows if she breaks down in front of you right now, you'll be forgiving her in an instant and wrapping her in the embrace that she's been in dire need of all evening.

That's exactly why she doesn't give in; now isn't the time to be selfish. She sniffles, willing the tears away as she finds the words she wants to say to you. She has to make things right.

"You're everything I've ever wanted, and I treated you like that? I'm ashamed of myself, Y/N. I'm not asking you to forget about this; I just want you to know how sorry I am."

You let a shaky breath out as you look into her eyes, deciding on what to do. You can tell she's being genuine; her fear of losing you is real, and she's doing everything she can to prove how guilty she feels.

You drop your hand from the knob and step through the threshold of the door, wrapping your arms around her neck. The second you do, her tears finally begin spilling out again. Your hair tickles her nose as she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, securing her arms around your waist like her life depends on it. You cry together, letting out all of your stress and frustrations while muttering out strained apologies and I love yous.

"I forgive you, Lisa." She sobs a bit harder at that, and you feel her lip tremble. You stay like that until you both calm down, your sniffles fading to hitched breaths every now and then.

"Come on, let's go take a bath."

She decides to take over, wanting to make it up to you. She has you sit down and relax while she lights some candles and fills the tub with your favorite scents and oils

She comes back out into the bedroom to get you as the tub fills up

She carries you back to the bathroom, cradling you lovingly in her arms

You get in and cuddle, massaging the pain and tension away from each others shoulders

Very soft way to end such a stressful day

She reassures you that she'll be better for you and that she never wants to lose you or jeopardize what you have

You believe her, and to this day she's never been like that again

You still argue from time to time, but you both listen more and stop things before they can escalate

When All Is Said & Done

At the end of the day, Lisa always makes sure you know how happy you make her and how much she loves her life with the both of you

Even though things get hard sometimes, you wouldn't want to do it with anyone else

One day, when your daughter is away at school, Lisa and you are snuggled up on the couch, watching some TV

"Y/N/N?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Let's make another baby."

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soft-for-them · 4 years ago

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a cup of tea for the handsome man ♡ geordi la forge x reader

anon: OKAY concept: Geordi had a failed valentines date, and reader (who crushes hard) is like “bruh hang out with MEEE” a la Taylor swifts “you belong with me”

gender neutral reader, geordi ain’t straight,

gif doesn’t really match but it’s cute ok! not proof read.

‘Maybe you can accompany my friend Geordi La Forge today.’ Data bluntly asks as you both walk down a stone covered street.

‘Data, I swear to the stars, stop!’ you whine to your android friend who currently still wears his yellow dress uniform despite it being shore leave.

‘I am only asking because Geordi seems to be by himself.’ Data holds up the cat carrier that he holds, wiggling his finger to Spot, ‘Please calm down Spot.’

You are Lieutenant (Y/n) (l/n), though most people call you (y/n) and ever since you have met Data you have both been found friends. You are interested in robotics and androids, so the friendship came naturally.

However, Data doesn’t have many out of work friends. He mostly hangs around you, Spot and a very handsome man by the name of Geordi La Forge.

‘Just because I’m your friend does not mean I’m automatically his, Data.’ You tug at the draw strings of your oversized hoodie straighten the out strings.

‘Yes, but you are technically mutuals for you both have me as your friend.’ Data looks at you with a blank stare, ‘And you are normally alone so you need another friend.’

If you haven’t been friends with the yellow tinted man then you would have told him off.

It is somewhat true; you do spend a lot of time in engineering and most of your really good friends are stationed on different ships. But you want to spend you shore leave on earth doing something fun, not awkwardly trying to befriend Geordi La Forge, a man you have fancied for quite a while.

If Data has some more common sense the he would see your heart eyes towards his dear friend but he doesn’t; all he sees is a hermit engineer who needs a buddy whilst Data isn’t around.

‘Data, why has this come on? I’m alone most of the time!’ you have plans and it doesn’t involve trying not to out your crush to a clueless Geordi or Data.

‘I just do not want my friends be lonely.’

Data’s eyebrows frown as you two stop in front of a veterinary practice.

‘Just because me and Geordi will be alone when you take Spot to get her check-up doesn’t mean we will be lonely.’

‘But you will both be alone.’ he deliberates.

‘We will be fine Data.’ You place a hand on your friend’s arm, ‘If you want, we can all meet up after Spot’s check up and I can officially meet Geordi, ok?’

‘I would like that very much (y/n).’ Data sincerely smiles.

He nods his head and then walks into the small vets.

You shake you head in amusement at your dear friend’s worry as you begin walking down the street.

‘Data, data, data.’ You think with an amused smile blooming on your face.

For about ten minutes you wonder the streets aimlessly, looking at the plants that grown up the shop fronts and the old Roman roads. Benches are in the middle of the ‘roads’ that are really used for pedestrians to walk on, tram cars sliding by the painting like scenery.

Whilst wondering a small alleyway catches your eyes.

It’s not a dingy alleyway with bins and a dead end but it’s actually a little nook filled with cafes and small hobby shops.

Looking both ways you walk across the street into the alley, every bump of the pathway felt even in you tick soled trainers.

Passing a few shops your eyes land on a small round of metal tables, some filled with people, outside a small two-story café.

You walk in, a heartly woman automatically greeting you from the counter at the back. The place is very small and thin but it does not feel claustrophobic. There is a cottage core vibe to it, the place lit up by the huge widows at the front and the fairy lights shaped like hearts.

The downstairs seems to be the place to order food and drink, a peak of a small kitchen at the back can be seen from an open door past the counter.

‘Um hello.’ You say back to the woman whilst you wipe your feet on the welcome mat, ‘What’s good here?’

‘Well first are you allergic to anything my dear?’

You answer the question and tell the woman what kind of tea you like.

‘Well because today is Valentine’s day, we have our cake special that I think is perfect for you!’

You look at the slice of cake the woman points at in the little display case.

‘It’s freshly baked, I made it just this morning!’

‘Yeah, sure, it looks nice. I’ll have a slice.’ You need to indulge yourself every now and then.

She slides a cup of your favourite tea and a slice of cake to you. You pay with you card, leaving a good tip.

‘The upstairs is the best place sit.’ She says as you take your plate and cup.

With a nod you ascend the steps to the upstairs to see the prettiest room you’ve ever seen.

The room’s roof is a giant glass window and there is many potted plants that look like they’re growing up the walls. Tables are littered around, each one with a different flower on it, some customers are using the built in holo computer screens.

You find a small two four person table near the back and you sit down breathing in the faint smell of pollen that doesn’t actually tickle your nose into a sneeze.

‘Hum, could be fake plants?’ you think as you take a sip of your tea.

For a while you just eat and browse the holo screen at your table, emersed and doom scrolling through blogs about robotics.

You had sent a message to Data telling him where you are and telling him to come here when he was done with Spot’s check up.

It must have been half an hour at staring at the screen. You had finished the pink decorated cake and your tea was almost done as well.

With achy eyes you peer up and look around the room.

There seems to be the same people albeit a couple new faces.

In on corner to your right is a mother with her child who you hadn’t noticed, an older person sits clicking on old keyboard laptop and a new younger man sits waiting next to the giant window overlooking the alleyway.

Even though this man is far away you can tell that he’s a good looking man. Said person wears a short sleeve patterned button down reminiscent of the 1990’s, the blues stripes bold against the cottage core interior of the café. The shirt is tucked into some brown slacks, that are rolled up at the bottom and held up by a shiny black belt. Block coloured peek out from his trousers and equally shiny black shoes.

If you would try to pull off such a vintage outfit but all you ever wear is your work uniform or oversized hoodies, making you look like a in debt college student. Right now you look like a in debt college student in your Starfleet branded hoodie and shorts that are comfy but childish in colour scheme.

‘I bet this café attracts all the fashionable types.’ You think sipping the last of your tea only to spit out in surprise.

The man in the retro shirt turns around only to reveal a very familiar yellow and silver visor.

‘Fuck, he’s even more good looking!’ your mind becomes scrambled, ‘Was he always there? Does he know I’m here? Should I go over and say hi?’

Your eyes stay on Geordi as he keeps on peering out of the big window, him looking like he’s waiting for someone.

‘Maybe he’s waiting for Data?’ it’s a logical assumption that Data told him to meet him in the café you are in. A check up for a cat doesn’t take that long right?

You leave you cup and plate on you table and start to edge your way over to the handsome man.

You’re not sure if what you’re doing is right but you step next to his table, with a big smile on your face and hand raised up in a too enthusiastic wave.

‘Geordi La Forge, right?

Geordi’s snaps up to yours, his face looks slightly confused in that puppy kid of way.

‘Sorry, I’m (y/n), Data’s friend.’ you stop waving so you don’t look so odd, ‘Um, I saw you here and wanted to say that Data will be coming here after Spot’s vet appointment. Sooooo, if you want to join, my table is free.’

Whilst you happily talk Geordi’s face morphs into a sweet smile. You quickly look down to his two person table to see to sets of cups and two slices of heart themed cupcakes, clearly for another half.

‘Though you don’t have too if you have plans.’

‘He talks about you a lot.’ Geordi declares, ‘Too much sometimes.’

‘Well I am a brilliant person.’ you lean against the window trying to look cool but the hoodie you drown in just makes you look dishevelled.

There is an awkward pause before you just stop leaning as start walking away.

‘I see you might be busy, so I’m over here-‘ you point over to your table, ‘-yeah.’

With some more muttered pleasantries you shuffle back to your table hoping tha he doesn’t find you too weird. With you bum on the seat you wave you hand at the holo screen unlocking it from it’s sleeping state before quickly looking up to catch Geordi looking at you.

With another odd wave you hunch down and resume reading an article cybernetic enhancements in the medical field but every ten minutes or so you have to look up at Geordi.

One time you looked up he was staring out the window, another time he was stirring his drink like it was the most interesting thing in the world, and now you’re looking at him rapidly typing out something on a communicator.

With your tea and cake devoured you quickly stand up to go downstairs to order some more tea. You look around and hope that no one takes your table, the tope floor is pretty empty now, and the holo screen on the table is still on.

It takes about five minutes but you bound up the stairs with not one but two cups of tea.

Hurried you head over to Geordi’s table and slide him one of you cups, making the man look up to you with another look of confusion.

‘Hot tea turned cold isn’t the best so I got you another cup.’ and with another small wave you walk back your table.

‘Smooth (y/n), he’s going to like me now!’ a Cheshire cat grin blooms as you take a sip of you drink.

As you fangirl/fanboy over your ‘move’ a person slides in the seat opposite you.

‘Is it still ok to sit.’ Geordi asks holding his cup of tea.

‘Well you’re technically already sitting down.’ you turn of the holo screen with your hand, ‘But you can stay, if that’s what you’re asking.’

You look at Geordi, gaze unchanged, confidence oozing out of you.

‘I’d imagine that Data will be here soon.’ you lean forward a bit, ‘So we should acquaint each other before he does.’

‘I guess you already know who I am. I know who you are… thank you for the tea by the way.’

‘I don’t want to be a nosy so and so but why were you alone.’ You ask hoping you don’t sound rude.

‘I can ask the same thing to you.’ He quips back.

‘Had nothing to do and went exploring, found thing place. You?’ you press.

‘I got stood up.’ He plainly puts it, ‘Was chatting to someone in engineering and yeah…’

Geordi looks deflated as he gulps his drink.

‘Which dick stood you up, I can set my robot on them.’ he looks up at you with a bright smile.

‘You have a robot?’

‘It’s my thing.’

Another pause o silence happens before Geordi speaks.

‘Lieutenant James Sibell.’ as he says the name a disgusted scoff comes from you lips, your face distorted in disgusted.

‘That bastard man!’ you hand fly up in a comical rage, ‘Good job you have me to keep you company.’

Geordi laughs at your words, a small pit of joy growing in his heart, he must tell Data later that he has a good friend in you and that he should have introduced you two sooner.

Data step up the stairs of the café, spot in her cat carrier, and a slice of cake.

He only bought the cake out of curiosity, the cake having rainbow icing and little sugar heart shaped sweets on top.

When he gets to the top he automatically scans the room. His eyes land on a table near the back, his two closets friends chatting together, both sitting rather close.

i have no clue if this is good. it’s long-ish but that doesn't necessarily equate to it being the best.

please tell me if it’s good or not.

#geordi la forge x reader #geordi x reader #geordi la forge #star trek #star trek x reader #star trek the next generation

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asthmark · 5 years ago

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❝ lucky ❞, z.c

pairing → chenle, reader

genre → fluff, angst? a lil??

word count → 3.1k (woah!!)

summary → "you just deserve… so much more than that. do you realize how true that must be for a boy you just met today to see it?"

a/n → this is 1000% inspired by this pic that dropped yesterday like.....chenle looked so good it reminded me why i bias him!!!! anyway i kind of like this it has rich chenle and daddy issues thats all xoxo (also i did not proofread like at all so if theres any typos it was taeil's fault lol)

everyone in the room is utterly unbearable.

you understand it's rude to think so but you're sure that if you were to tell any of them this they would instantly agree with you. of course, you would never do that. because you're a ceo's daughter; you're not allowed to have an opinion that would make you look imprudent, rude or anything less of perfect.

so what do you do? you smile. you make small talk. you try your best to ignore your sore feet that are confined in your pumps and the way your dress rides up your butt. your lack of manners could not and would not be the reason your father missed out on any chance to make some more money. he made that very clear to you. after all, the only reason he dragged you along to all these house parties was so you could make make a stellar impression. he wanted all the businessmen in the room to remember mr. l/n and his charming young daughter when they got in their limousines and drove back home so that they'd remember when they discussed mergers and new projects.

you were never comfortable with the idea of your father essentially using you as some sort of accessory but you sometimes went days on end without seeing him so you took what time you could get. of course, helping him build his empire and boost his reputation wasn't your preferred daddy-daughter activity but you would never tell him that. it would just cause problems in your already rocky relationship and you certainly didn't need that.

"y/n." speak of the devil. "why don't you make conversation with the other guests? or better yet, come talk to these investors. i'm sure they'd love to meet you."

you know exactly what your father means by that so you try to find a reason to decline. anything would be better than watching him suck up to anyone with deep pockets and try to get you to do the same. "um." you repress a relieved sigh when you catch sight of yuna entering and handing her coat to a housekeeper. "actually i see my friend over there. i think i'll just go talk to her."

he frowns and you realize his face seems to be permanently stuck like that when he was around you. you can't remember the last time you'd seen an authentic smile from him. you suppose that was reserved for when he was trying to seal a deal.

"just behave yourself," he says. he leans into your ear. "remember, people are watching."

then he's gone, leaving you standing alone for a split second before yuna comes and takes his place.

"hey!" she draws out the word for dramatic effect.

"hi," you respond, your greeting lacking the enthusiasm hers held. she wasn't your favorite person but it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't observing your every move. it gave you a break from the ridiculous standards everyone else seemed to hold you to.

she brushes her bangs out of her eyes as she sized you up. "ooh, i love your heels! how much?"

"like 15 bucks." her jaw drops and you can't help but giggle. "yeah, i bought them at a thrift store. just don't tell my dad."

she grins. "wow, i always thought thrifting was for poor people but i just might have to check it out now."

that was the thing about yuna. she was stupid rich and she wouldn't have it any other way. she loved designer brands and houses so big you could get lost in them. you didn't blame her for any of that but it was the fact that she didn't mind the stuffy dinner parties and being shown off that was a little puzzling to you. unlike you, she had perfected her fake laugh and polite small talk long ago and sometimes you wondered if she really did care about all these companies and powerful men. but you know that as long as she gets to wear her thousand dollar dresses and go home to her cozy mansion, she'll be happy. she did what it took to keep her lavish lifestyle and was a little too materialistic for your liking and you guess that's where you and her are different.

you finally answer her. "yeah, definitely. it's a lot of fun."

her eyes light up. "we should go together one of these days!"

your silence is definitely too long but thankfully, yuna doesn't notice. her short attention span had caused her to focus on something else—more specifically, someone.

"oh my god," she says. "who is that?"

a boy who looks around your age has appeared, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a suit. the older man is more put together by far but you still can't help but stare at who you assume to be his son. he's wearing a black jacket on top of a striped shirt and you notice that chains hang from his neck. a belt holds up a pair of dark and tight pants. and, god, is he wearing converse?

you can't help but crack a smile at that. you envy his comfortable look; you would trade all the chanel and prada in the world just to wear a t-shirt and pair of sneakers and not have everyone in the room judge you for it. but his outfit isn't the only thing you admire. he must have crazy amounts of confidence to show up looking like he does when being surrounded by so many managers, executives, and company heads. you can only imagine what they're thinking and yet, the boy didn't seem to care or look uncomfortable in the slightest. in fact, he seems oddly at ease, his eyes scanning the room. at one point his eyes sweep over you and you lock eyes.

you watch as he brushes his bangs out of his face, almost like he's trying to get a better look at you. you only stare back, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. he offers you a half smile, his eyes squinting slightly and cheeks growing. you can't help but smile back, noticing just how the stranger's had an adorable baby face.

he looks away when he notices his father gravitating towards a group of businessmen and follows him. you almost wonder if he was in the same position as you were, if he was nothing but a poster child who was shown off at every event and party there was. then you notice how his father holds him tightly and smiles widely—genuinely—when he introduces him to others.

your father never did that. he wouldn't let you wear clothes like that either. you could only assume that this boy and his father were different from the rest of you. maybe they sat down and had dinner together everyday? talked to each other about their day? you almost throw the idea out of your head completely because it seems just too foreign to you.

"oh my god," yuna says. that seemed to be her favorite phrase. "i've never seen them before. what do you think they're doing here?"

you shrug. "maybe they're new to town?"

she hums. you both stay silent, observing the pair before yuna seems to grow impatient. "well i'm gonna go meet them. i can't handle being out of the loop. wanna come?"

you say agree. you feel obligated to. for the first time in forever you're actually interested in something at one of these dull parties, you're not going to stand around and just watch.

you approach the newcomers, both your fathers and a couple other businessmen conversing with them. you wonder if they've already asked them how much they're worth or if they had the decency to wait a minute before sticking their noses in their business. but, you knew how people like them operated; decency was way too much to ask.

"hi daddy!" yuna enters the conversation swiftly.

"hi, sweetheart," her father responds, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "this is my precious daughter, mr. zhong." he turns to yuna. "he and his son are visiting us all the way from our china branch. yuna, introduce yourself."

she doesn't need to be told twice. "hello, i'm yuna. i'm 17 years old and i'm studying at daewon preparatory. we're glad to have you here.it's a pleasure to meet you both."

mr. zhong smiles fondly at her. "the pleasure is all mine, young lady. what a beautiful daughter you have, mr. shin. she seems very capable."

yuna's father pulls her close to him, smiling at mr. zhong then her. "she sure is." you catch the subtle wink he throws her way, a silent 'good job' for that cute little introduction she did which was sure to score them some popularity points with the zhongs.

your father pulls you close to him and wraps an arm around your figure. both mr. zhong and mr. shin seem to be quite the fans of physical contact and although your father was not, you know that if that's what it took to make a good impression, he would become one, at least for the night.

"this is my daughter, mr. zhong." he turns to you and you take it as a cue to say something.

"hello, mr. zhong. i'm y/n." your introduction ends there and you feel your dad's grip on your arm tighten, indicating how unsatisfied he was with your brief answer.

you catch mr. zhong's son smile for the second time that night. although there is no mysterious eye contact this time, just a cute boy probably making fun of your lame introduction.

"well, how old are you, y/n?" mr. zhong asks, making conversation for you.

"i'm eighteen."

"oh, so is my son! isn't that right, chenle?"

his son—chenle—nods.

"well, i think we should leave the children to become acquainted. what do you think, gentlemen?"

everyone seems to agree. then, all that's left is the three of you.

to your surprise, chenle speaks first and it's a reintroduction. "i'm chenle."

you copy him. "i'm y/n."

"and i'm yuna. so, you're from china right?" she doesn't give him a chance to respond. "i read that there are over four million millionaires there. are you one of them?"

he furrows his brows and you can't help but sigh at yuna's question. she was fixed on the money aspect of things, as usual.

"i guess," he says, giving it little thought.

she practically squeals. "you're probably one of the youngest in the country! have you ever thought about that?"

"not really. i don't really like to think about money or these companies or big shot business dudes or any of that," he says, bluntly. "i mean, it would just make me feel more privileged than i already am. besides, it's all just a big headache. i'll leave it for the old man."

yuna's face falls and you hold in a laugh.

you finally chime in. "you know what, i have to agree. so much money can drive a person crazy. sometimes it even goes straight to their heads."

chenle can't hold back his amused snort. both him and yuna know exactly who you're referring to.

she wastes no time defending herself. "but, with reason y/n. to be fair, only 1% of millionaires are under 35 and here i am at 16."

you restrain yourself from scoffing. "well i'm sure the other 99% of the population doesn't get things handed to them on a silver platter by their daddy, yuna."

she stares you down, her huge, hazel eyes never leaving your e/c ones. "i think it'd be best if i excused myself. i'm going to go find my father, if you both don't mind."

"not at all," chenle mumbles as you both watch her stomp away.

you exhale loudly. "i knew i was gonna snap one of these days."

"well, if you didn't i would have," chenle responds.

"frankly, i don't regret a thing," you say, turning back to his smiling face.

"mm, and what if she tells daddy?" he inquires, folding his arms.

you playfully raise a brow. "i'll have you know, i'm one of the 1% of millionaires that are under 35, i think i have the advantage."

he giggles. "oh god, that was unbelievable. where did she even get those numbers from?"

"i have no idea but it was just… painful to watch. i'm gonna need a breath of fresh air after that."

he nods in agreement and you both walk towards the nearby balcony. you step outside, the breeze whipping your hair all over the place and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"you know," he begins before silence can settle upon you two for too long. "i was really hoping there would be someone around my age here tonight. and i don't know if you usually come to these things or if you don't but either way, i am so glad you're here."

this comment reminds you of the way he had stared you down upon arriving and it makes your face feel a little warm despite the cool air of the night. "'cause i'm the only thing standing between you and a wonderful night with yuna."

"oh i'm sure it would've been real wonderful." he gives you a 'yeah right' look. "we couldn't even hang around each other for more than five minutes, i'm positive it would've been a long night."

you nod. "every night with her is. usually she's the only person i end up talking to at these things and let me just say, i think she's more money-hungry than all the men in there combined."

chenle whistles, lowly. "combined? that's dangerous."

"yeah, she takes after daddy," you mutter, picking at your nail polish that has begun to peel.

"what a relief you don't," he says. "or else i think i would have thrown myself off this balcony by now."

"well, you don't have to worry about that. you and i are on the same boat. money doesn't interest me all that much. definitely not to that extent."

"what does interest you?" chenle asks, turning his attention to you instead of the city lights in the distance.

you shrug. "i haven't figured it out yet. i'm too busy trying to be perfect. and i have a long way to go. just ask my dad, he seems to have really strong opinions on the matter."

"oh, i get it," he says. "you're so focused on being the perfect daughter that you haven't figured out what's going on in there." he wiggles his finger around your forehead.

"i just… want to make him happy. i want to see him smile because of me. even if 'me' is that daughter he expects me to be. i'm okay with being her. i'll take it."

chenle furrows his eyebrows and suddenly he doesn't seem to get it anymore. "you really... become an entirely different person? just for him? i mean, you seem like a good daughter. i don't understand that, y/n."

"and you won't understand, chenle," you respond. "because your dad loves you. he lets you wear your edgy clothes to business parties and doesn't worry about what everyone else is gonna think. he doesn't worry about first impressions, he doesn't force you to become someone else for strangers. he doesn't put any business deal above you. he doesn't chose his job over you, chenle and that's great. i'm so happy that's not the case with you. but it is for me. and when you know that the only time your dad is going to want anything to do with you is when you can help him make a quick buck or good impression, you resort to facades and doing anything you can to make him appreciate you. just a little."

chenle's arms envelop your shivering figure before you can say another word. his hands run up and down your arms and his chin rests atop your head. he inhales deeply, taking in your wonderful scent. he knows it's probably some off the wall expensive perfume.

"i'm so sorry, y/n," he mumbles into your coconut scented locks. "i'm sorry that you have to do that and that i won't ever be able to understand it. you just deserve… so much more than that. do you realize how true that must be for a boy you just met today to see it? and it breaks my heart that your own father doesn't because you really shouldn't have to suffer through that. he doesn't have his priorities straight but that shouldn't be an excuse for him to neglect his own daughter." he detaches from you so he can look directly into your glossy eyes, holding you at an arm's length away. "and he has no idea what he's missing out on, y/n. you're so headstrong, so humble and so much more than just a pretty face or someone's daughter. and if he can't treat you like the incredible individual you are then...." he exhales and you catch his breath blow in the air. "then please let me."

your bottom lip is quivering. you had never heard such nice words. and you don't have the slightest idea what he means by that last bit but you still nod and jump right back into his arms. because you have decided that's where you feel safest. where you can be yourself, freely and unapologetically.

"the second i walked in this place, i hated it," he mumbles and a laugh escapes your lips. "but then i saw you. and it got a little better. then i met you. and it got a lot better. we just met but i already can't seem to get enough of you, y/n." he chuckles as if he can't believe it himself. "you must be something really special. and i have the privilege of seeing that."

you move away from his chest and look up at him. your hands thread through his tufts of hair that match the darkness of the night sky. his hands stay planted firmly at his waist. you feel like he has no intention of letting go. you would be lying if you said you did either. and neither of you seem to have a problem with it.

"i can't wait for you to finally feel what it's like to be treated how you deserve. and i can't wait to be the guy to show you. i am so, so lucky."

you smile, your teeth on display. "i'm actually so glad i came tonight. that is definitely a first."

he laughs. "speaking of firsts..." he trails off, shyly.

you raise a brow, just to tease him a bit. "what are you getting at, mr. zhong?"

he knows you're joking yet his heart pounds as he leans in and asks for permission to kiss you. "may i, ms. l/n?"

"you may," you respond, meeting him halfway.

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sarcastic-bubble · 5 years ago

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Even Jedi Get Nervous

Paring: Obi-wan Kenobi x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Request: heya! Could you do an obi wan fic where before the clone wars obi wan meets a painter on the side of the street and falls head over heals, stuttering and blushing - Anon

A/N: This was fun to write! Like just imagine the crap Obi-wan had to put up with while Anakin was still young. (Also I hit triple digits on my follower count and I feel loved so thank you!)

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You dipped your brush into the paint and smeared the light blue pigment over the entirety of the blank canvas. You weren’t quite sure what to paint just yet, but you had learned early in your career that sometimes putting down that first stroke was the hardest. You looked around you for some inspiration. You currently sat on a stool surrounded by your various works of art. Some were hung on the walls of the small stall you rented out others were stacked against each other inside various sized boxes. You looked out a little further, despite the clean and peaceful manner you attempted to keep your stall in the rest of your surroundings had the usual characteristics of a rather seedy flea market. Off in the distance, you could see someone being arrested, most likely for stealing. That was a very big problem among these parts after all and sadly not a great inspiration for a painting. You couldn’t wait for the day you managed to save enough to save credits to move out of this hellhole and buy a proper studio in the nicer part of Coruscant. Of course, that was a far-off dream at the moment. It was hard to find clients in a place like this, but it was even harder still to afford the rent anywhere nicer.

You dipped your paintbrush into a small pot of paint having come to the conclusion that you paint the Coruscant skyline; it was lovely after all. But before you could start something caught your attention. You rarely saw new faces. The market had a very loyal set of regulars and others rarely ventured in. The two newcomers had to be Jedi judging by their outfits. It struck you as odd until you remember that one of the local crime lords and been making things very difficult for the Senate. You watched the Jedi for a moment, trying to take in as much of their appearances as you could in the short amount of time you had. Both appeared to be young, far from the wrinkly old master you usually pictured when someone mentioned the order. The younger of the two was a small boy, you imagined he was no more than eleven. He had short blonde hair and a single long braid. He had to be a padawan then. You turned your attention to the older one; he was quite handsome you noted. His features were strong, but his expression was still soft as he spoke to the child next to him. You forgot your original plan of painting the Coruscant Skyline and instead picked up your stylus and began to sketch his features; you worked quickly not knowing how long he’d been within your sight.

You were quite engrossed in your work when the voice a child asked for your attention. You set the brush down on your palette careful not to let it roll off and looked to the boy; it was the Padawan you had been observing earlier. ��Can I help you?” you ask with a friendly smile.

He pointed a finger at one of your larger paintings, “What kind of starship is that? I’ve never seen one before.”

You shrugged before gently placing the canvas you were previously working on onto the table. “I don’t really know, actually. I just paint and draw things as I see them. Do you want to see more? Maybe you can tell me about some of the starships in my sketchbook?” You weren’t entirely sure why you offered the kid to come see more of your work. After all, you had paintings to finish and future clients to chase down but you had always had a soft spot for children and the way he grinned at your offer warmed your heart in the most wonderful way.

You pulled up a stool for the young boy and riffled through your bag until you came to one of your paint covered sketchbooks. It looked like it had gone through hell and back. The bindings were coming apart and the leather cover was peeling in far too many places, it had been well used and loved to say the least. You took a seat back on your stool and opened the sketchbook to the first page. It was a watercolour painting of a cruiser half-submerged in a lake; you had come across it during your travels. You looked to the young boy, “I don’t believe I got your name.”

“Anakin.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Anakin. I’m (Y/N)”

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You weren’t sure how long you and Anakin talked but it was nice to have some company. You told him about the places you had travelled to before decided to settle down in one spot and he told you all about the ships in your many paintings. You had started working on the painting of his master again. You had assured Anakin that you were really enjoying his company but that the paint was drying so you had to work and listen at the same time.

It didn’t take long for Anakin to become curious about your current project. “Are you painting my master?” he asked tilting his head to the side trying to get a better view.

“I suppose I am,” you replied with a laugh, “but why don’t we keep it to ourselves? I’ve found some people don’t react well when they find out I’ve been painting them without their permission.”

Anakin’s smile turned into a wide grin, “Obi-wan isn’t like that. I bet he’d love it! You should show him!”

You couldn’t help but laugh the kid’s enthusiasm and confidence. “Oh, I really don’t want to disturb him, I’m sure he has important work to do.”

“I don’t think it’s too important. I mean he’s coming over here anyway,” he said gesturing towards his master who was, in fact, approaching your stall. You were quick to tuck the painting away.

When the other Jedi arrived, he wasn’t paying any attention to you and you were just fine with that. His focus was purely on his Padawan. “What have I told you about running off Anakin? I’m sure this lovely lady has lots of work to do and no time to answer all your questions.”

You couldn’t let Anakin take all the blame for this; you had been the one to offer to show him your paintings. “He’s actually been great company, Master…” you trailed off at the end, realizing you didn’t know his last name.

“Kenobi,” he replied quickly giving his young Padawan another scolding look. “I really am sorry though; he tends to get…” His words caught in his throat when his eyes met yours. Maker, but you were gorgeous. He stood quiet for a moment trying to get his body under control. There was no way he could effectively scold Anakin if he was blushing like an idiot. He opened his mouth as if to say something to you but then closed it again. He grabbed Anakin’s hand and looked back at the boy; finding it far easier to speak when he wasn’t looking at you. “Let’s go Anakin.”

Before he could pull the boy away you grabbed the sketchbook you had been showing him and quickly slipped it into his free hand. You held a finger up to lips indicating to him that this was supposed to be a secret. As you watched the boy get pulled away you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. He was such a kind kid and well you didn’t know much about his Master, but he was certainly something to look at. You went back to your painting of Master Kenobi, wanting to get as much done while his features were still fresh in your mind.

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That evening Anakin found himself sitting in his master’s quarters as he flipped through the book you had given him. He went from page to page telling a rather distracted Obi-wan all the stories you had told him earlier. He was quite excited to share all his new knowledge with his master.

“She visited Tatooine once, you know. It’s too bad we didn’t know each then, it would have been fun if she had visited. I could have shown her all the best places to paint.” Said Anakin as he admired a painting of a desert with a single bantha standing in the distance.

“Who visited Tatooine?” asked Obi-wan. He wasn’t very interested in the answer but if he didn’t show any interest Anakin would get bored with talking and most likely find some trouble to get into.

“(Y/N)”

“Who?”

“(Y/N). The painter in the market,” answered Anakin turning to the next page in the sketchbook.

“Is that where you got that book from?” asked Obi-wan looking over his shoulder at his padawan.

“Yep! She’s really nice! She told me all about the planrts she’s visited but we didn’t have time to look at the whole book, so she gave it to me! We talked a lot about starships too!” replied the young boy. He was obviously very excited about the new friend he’d made that day. “I want to go back and thank her tomorrow.”

“Well I, I suppose that would be appropriate. We’ll go first thing in the morning,” stated Obi-wan, if Anakin didn’t know him any better, he would have missed the slight blush and hint of nervousness in his voice.

“You think she’s pretty; don’t you Master?”

Obi-wan scoffed. Of course, he had thought you were pretty, you were easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eye on but his young padawan didn’t need to know that. “Go to bed Anakin.”

“So you do think she’s pretty?”

“Go to bed,” he repeated this time voice firmer.

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Obi-wan and Anakin arrived at the market just as it opened the next morning. “Now Anakin,” started Obi-wan, “you’re just here to say thank you. Please don’t take to long. Now go on, I’ll wait here.” He waived his young padawan off and turned his gaze to you. He admired the way you happily turned to greet the young boy. He would have loved to go up and talk to you himself, but he was afraid that if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to get many words out. Admiring from afar was much easier anyway, he didn’t have to worry about embarrassing himself. He watched you give Anakin a gentle hug and then look up at him. When your eyes met, he tried to look anywhere else but you. He didn’t want you to know that he had been staring.

Once he had determined it safe to look again, he found you kneeling by Anakin laughing about something. He couldn’t hear your laugh over the noise of the market, but he could only imagine it being as beautiful as you. He had decided he really was quite content just watching you when Anakin waved him over. Had something happened? He couldn’t just ignore his padawan, so he approached with his eyes focused on the ground ahead of him.

“Master! (Y/N) invited me for tea and we wanted to know if you’d like to come too!” said Anakin with a wide grin.

Obi-wan looked from his padawan to your smiling face. “I.. I would, um…” He tried so hard to answer. Of course, he wanted to go for tea, after listening to Anakin spend the better part of the day before and the evening talking about how wonderful you were he wanted nothing more but his mouth just wouldn’t form the words. Maybe it was the way you smiled at him or the way your gentle eyes reflected the sunlight.

“Is everything all right Master Kenobi,” you ask kindly.

“He’s fine. He’s just nervous cause he thinks you’re pretty,” states Anakin very matter-of-factly.

Obi-wan’s heart stopped and he was ready to drag Anakin away to keep him for embarrassing him anymore. He glared at the young boy while trying to suppress the heat he could feel rising on his cheeks. Your laugh pulled his gaze back to you. He had been right in assuming it would be beautiful. It was absolutely magical if he was being honest with himself, if he could hear that sound again every day for the rest of his life he would count himself a lucky man.

“Well,” you said holding Obi-wan’s gaze with you own, “Tell your Master that I think he’s incredibly handsome and my offer for tea still stands.”

Obi-wan didn’t have any words, he just stood and stared at you as you spoke. There was no doubt in his mind that he was blushing, but you were now too. It was much less embarrassing when he wasn’t the only one. “I’d like that very much,” he replied in an even and gentle tone as he could manage.

Anakin couldn’t help but make a disgusted noise at the way the two adults were looking at each other. At least his master was happy.

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seavoice · 4 years ago

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Horse Trading

(link to ao3 on title, or continue reading after the read more)

“Octavian was an asshole,” Reyna said, a contemplative look on her face as she laid on the floor of Hazel’s Praetor Villa, “but sometimes I think, can you really blame him?”

“Yes,” Hazel said, from her position on the floor next to her, where she was trying to sketch Reyna, a task made inordinately difficult by the older girl’s constant moving around. “I really can.”

Reyna sighed. It was a long and contemplative sigh. It wasn’t unusual to see Reyna with a brooding, thinking look on her face, but the relaxed and content expression added a new dimension to it. It was something structural; it somehow made her look younger yet more self-assured at the same time. “Octavian,” Reyna repeated, “was an asshole. But this Villa, Hazel. This Villa. I can see why Octavian was so desperate for praetorship. This house almost makes up for the stress of leading a child army.”

“It does not,” Hazel said. “It really does not, Reyna. Distance has just made your heart grow fonder. And delusional.” She sighed as Reyna shifted her position yet again. Reyna winced as a wordless apology. “Also,” Hazel said, reaching for her eraser, “Octavian didn’t want the praetorship for the house. He wanted it because he was a power hungry and blood thirsty politician.”

“At least you agree the bed is worth it?”

The bed was very nice, Hazel had to admit. Californian King, which seemed excessive, but was appreciated, and the fluffiest pillows Hazel had ever laid her head on. “Maybe. But I’m not agreeing with you when you literally opted for laying on the floor instead of the bed.”

“Fair enough,” Reyna said. She stretched on the floor, some complicated starburst. Hazel decided to give up her endeavour at drawing Reyna and flipped to the previous page in her sketchbook where she had been working on a drawing of Arion. It was half completed, and it was an attempt at drawing purely from memory, but Hazel enjoyed the challenge. “But it’s good for your back, believe me.”

“You’re an immortal Huntress now. Does that really matter?”

“Also fair enough,” Reyna agreed. Reyna rolled over to prop herself up on her elbows and peeked at Hazel’s sketchbook. She raised a single eyebrow. “Oh, that’s certainly more...horse-y than I usually look.”

“I gave up. You move too much.”

Reyna inclined her head in acceptance. Still on her belly, she folded her arms and laid her head down on them.

It was weird to see Reyna so carefree. Weird in an undoubtedly good way, but weird nonetheless. Immortality had, perhaps ironically, taken years off her shoulders.

Hazel hadn’t invited Reyna to New Rome to draw her, but inevitably, that was what the visit had come to. She had written to her asking for advice — advice on running an entire city, advice on leading a quote unquote “child army” in times of peace, advice on not going crazy with stress — and Reyna had accepted so readily that a ventus spirit had brought her letter the very day Hazel had sent hers. Hazel had prepared for the visit with a single minded focus; she had brought a notebook for note taking, three different colours of pens, a highlighter, and her firmest handshake.

But then they had skipped the firm handshake and instead had hugged, tight, and Reyna had snagged a bowl of jelly beans from the Praetor office, and for the next few hours they had done nothing but lay on the floor of Hazel’s newly acquired Praetor Villa, swapping stories after stories, lazing around and sketching. Reyna had told her about the Hunt’s newest undertaking, some mythological boar or the other, and also about Thalia’s new obsession with 80’s rock. Hazel had told her about Lavinia’s latest shenanigans, and Gwen’s new job as a much valued mental health counsellor for the Legion. No notetaking had taken place. No praetor advice had been shared.

“It’s very good,” Reyna said, gesturing to Hazel’s drawing of Arion. “The likeness is stunning.”

Hazel beamed. “Really?”

“Of course!” Reyna scrambled to sit up. “It’s uncanny. This is really, really good, Hazel. It’s like…” Reyna made a hand gesture like she was pulling something; Hazel recognised it as an unconscious tick that Reyna had, one usually employed in Town Hall meetings when she was struggling to find the correct words to use for convincing reluctant denizens. “It’s like make a career out of it good,” she finished.

It was a warming compliment. Hazel’s smile grew wider; this was a pride unlike any other, something simple and easy and painless. Hazel had convinced herself to take pride in the smaller things more often. It made a dreary life just a little bit happier and easier when she could take pride in mastering her mist magic, in baking a sweet cupcake to perfection, in a good sparring session, in making a friend smile. But this pride in her artwork was somehow—brighter. It was something she’d dedicated long hours to.

“Horse artist?” Hazel said. “You think there’s a market out there for that?”

“Are you kidding me? Pet artist! Lucrative as they come.” Reyna laughed, an easy, lovely sound, and this too was unusual, this too was good, this too warmed Hazel. “People go crazy when they get pets. Put them in all cute little kinds of outfits and hire professional photographers, artists...I’m serious, Hazel. Business idea.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Hazel said, with a laugh of her own. Then she sighed and set down her pencil. “I appreciate the business advice, though honestly, what I need more is Praetor advice. I feel I’m going insane.”

“You’re doing wonderfully,” Reyna said. “You don’t need my advice, Hazel. You’re a force of nature.”

This was a sweet sentiment, and Reyna probably meant it, but it didn’t help Hazel’s case. “Thanks,” she said. “Like—genuinely. But I do feel...I do feel like I’m going insane. It’s—it’s a lot.”

Reyna’s eyebrows furrowed. She looked older at once, older in all senses of the word. Like the Reyna of before the Hunt, and the break from her duties—Reyna in charge, Praetor Reyna, sixteen year old Reyna with the world on her shoulders. She sat up straighter. “Is someone giving you trouble?” Reyna asked. “I was joking about Octavian earlier, but gods, if someone’s coming up to take his spot as Asshole of the Year—“

“No,” Hazel said quickly. “It’s nothing like that. That’s nothing. I could deal with someone like that no problem. It’s just—like you said...child army.”

Reyna exhaled softly and closed her eyes. “Yeah.”

Hazel hated bringing the mood down, hated evaporating Reyna’s good cheer, but she set that uncomfortableness aside for the time being. She pulled up her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. And there was solidarity in this too, acknowledgment. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Everything’s—okay, now, for the time being. Doesn’t mean it’s going to stay that way forever.”

“That’s not really ever in your control,” Reyna said with a rueful smile. “But I do...I do get what you mean. I understand.”

“I thought you would,” Hazel said. “That’s why I wrote to you.” She’d thought of going to Frank with these thoughts too, and she was sure he’d give good advice, and be kind about it, but a part of her—a stubborn part, maybe, a conscious part, sure, but a valid part, nonetheless—hadn’t wanted to show a weakness to her co-Praetor, even one as familiar as Frank.

“I don’t know if I can give you any great advice,” Reyna said at last. “I don’t know if I can tell you anything you don’t already know, and you are doing a great job.”

Hazel tried to keep the sadness out of her smile. “Hm.”

“What I needed?” Reyna said. “What I needed when I was a praetor was...gods, just a ear. Just someone to bear it with me. Someone to understand. Jas—he was gone, and it was just me. For the longest time. But then with Frank, it wasn’t as hard again, because we could...we could switch off. We could share. That’s the only thing I can really tell you, Hazel. Only advice I can give you. Share. Share it with me, always. With Frank. Lavinia. Nico. Your friends. Don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re alone. You don’t have to be.”

“I know,” Hazel said. She’d been alone for so long in Asphodel she had thought she could survive loneliness, if she had to. But she didn’t have to. And she didn’t want to. “And you sold yourself short Reyna—you do give great advice.”

“Sounds like I didn’t say anything you didn’t already know.”

“But I think I needed to hear that from you,” Hazel said. “From someone else. You said it yourself—I just needed to know someone else understood. Otherwise it gets...it gets lonely.”

Reyna’s smile was soft. “You’ve got good instincts, Hazel. You’ll be just fine.”

Gods, she hoped. “Thanks for coming out here on such short notice. You probably were busy with the hunt.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Reyna said, and there was that strange new lightness to her again, a relaxed happiness. “Haven’t you heard? I’ve got time now.”

Hazel picked her pencil back up. “You know, if you try sitting still, maybe I can still do a quick sketch. Before you leave.”

“Actually,” Reyna said, and was Hazel imagining things or did she actually look self-conscious? “I have a sketch request, if you’d accept.”

Hazel was intrigued. “Oh. Oh. Sure. Who?”

Reyna smiled a little sheepishly. “Don’t laugh okay? I miss him. Scipio.”

Pet artist...Hazel let out a small giggle. “Oh, so when you said people go crazy when they get pets, you meant—“

“I told you not to laugh!” But Reyna was laughing herself. It wasn’t sad, but it was sort of wistful. “I never dressed him up or whatever, but he’s been on my mind lately; I’ve been wondering when he’ll reform. Pegasi reform slow, apparently. I thought I’d never see him again in this life, but now that I’m a Hunter—holy Pluto, I can. And you drew Arion so well—“

“I think it’s sweet,” Hazel said. It was, exceedingly so. Hazel was trying to recall Skippy in her memories, and she felt a pang of sadness as she remembered him soaring above them during the War Games. It had been a long time since she had seen him, but she thought she remembered enough to manage a sketch for Reyna. “It might not be a perfect likeness—“

“I’ve got a photo.”

Now, Hazel absolutely couldn’t control herself. She smiled wide, a fond laugh bubbling in her chest. “Oh, Reyna—“

“Will it, or will it not make it easier to draw him?” Reyna asked, tips of her ears a faint pink.

“It’ll be perfect,” Hazel promised. “Where have you got it? In the Praetor office?”

Reyna reached into her pocket and brought out a worn out photograph. As much as it was hilarious, it was also heart-warmingly sweet, a touch melancholy. Hazel sympathised with her—she couldn’t imagine losing Arion. She probably would start carrying a picture of him everywhere too; it wasn’t a bad idea.

“Sure,” Hazel said, studying the picture. “I can do a drawing for you no problem. You can carry it everywhere along with the picture. A horse drawing in exchange for solid advice. My first political quid pro quo as Praetor.”

“That’s a terrible deal, Hazel. I can literally commission you, if you want.”

“I’ll settle for a refill of my jelly beans,” Hazel said, gesturing at the now empty bowl of jelly beans. They’d made fast work of it. It hadn’t survived the first hour.

Reyna sighed and stretched out on the floor. “Oh, I forgot,” she said glumly. “One more piece of advice, Praetor to Praetor.”

Hazel looked up. “Yeah?”

“Stock up on those beans,” Reyna said mournfully. “And never let anyone break into your stash. You’ll need them.”

#hazel levesque #reyna avila ramirez arellano #reyna ramirez arellano #pjo #heroes of olympus #voop fic #eh this is kind of choppy but i do really love these two and think they should be friends #also not relevant to this story at all but frank and hazel are very much NOT a couple here. just co praetors and good friends #goodnight I’m going to bed

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Red Velvet Soulmate Headcanon

Prompt: Red Velvet soulmate headcanon pls

A/N: There was another ask for a Red Velvet soulmate headcanon but I think our inbox might have eaten it? Also, I kind of just wrote about what kind of soulmate AU’s I thought would best fit them, since I wasn’t sure how else to write it. Anyway, I hope this is kind of what you had in mind, and that you all enjoy! - Admin Kiwi

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Irene:

For Irene, the world would be black and white until you meet your soulmate

Irene would be older by the time she finally met her soulmate

As a kid, she would worry that she might be broken, or that she might not have a soulmate

But it wouldn’t really bother her as she got older

She’d be too busy with work to care

For a while, she wouldn’t even be sure if she believed in the whole soulmate thing

Since she’d never seen colors for herself, people could just be lying

So she’d just ignore all talk of soulmates and focus on work and bettering herself instead

You’d meet her at time and place when neither of you would expect it

Somewhere inconspicuous like a grocery store or a park

The two of you would end up bumping into each other, causing you both to look up and lock eyes

At that moment, suddenly the world would become bright, and she’d blink her eyes, wondering if she was dreaming as she looked around in awe

Finally, she could see how bright the world was around her

And it was beautiful

“Woah, my outfit really doesn’t match.”

“Wait, does this mean?”

It would be awkward at first, with neither of you really knowing what to do

The two of you would end up laughing at the weirdness of it all before introducing yourselves and exchanging phone numbers

Weirdly, neither of you would want to leave after meeting each other

And the two of you would just get closer after that

Later, once the two of you were officially an item, Irene would admit to you that she’d thought that colors were a lie

And you would laugh, telling her that you’d thought the same way

“I’m glad they weren’t though. I love living life in color with you.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Wendy:

For Wendy, you can hear your soulmate’s voice when they sing

From pretty young, Wendy would always be singing

She loved music, so she just couldn’t help it, even if she knew that it might annoy you to always hear her singing in your head

As a kid, she’d tried to apologize, only for her mother to laugh and pat her on the head

Telling her that wasn’t how it worked, and assuring her that her soulmate would be happy to hear her singing

You would sing too, a bit, but as you got older, it would be more humming than singing

The only times she’d really get to hear you sing would be at night

She figured you were probably singing in the shower before bed

But she would always stay up until she heard you sing before she slept

Both of you knew if was a bad day if the other didn’t sing or hum at least

And it was hard to know you couldn’t do anything

But on nights when you didn’t sing, Wendy would sing instead

Something soothing and sweet, hoping it helped you

As she got older, she decided that she wanted to be a singer

At first, she was worried that she might annoy you, or distract you

But nothing seemed to change

Sometimes you would hum to yourself, songs that you had stuck in your head or whatever she’d been singing recently

It was weird, always being able to hear each other hum and sing

But being unable to talk or ask who you were

It wouldn’t be until Wendy finally debuted as a singer when you realized who she was

She would sing her debut song to you before it was even released, practicing over and over until you knew it by heart

So when a beautiful girl named Wendy debuted with the song you’d come to love, you knew it had to be her

Immediately, you made your way to her, fighting through every obstacle until you found a way to talk to her

When she finally saw you, she didn’t know your face, but she knew you, and she’d immediately smile, opening her arms to invite you into a hug

It would be a relief to finally know who you were

“I’ve been waiting to meet you.”

Seulgi:

For Seulgi, what you write on your skin ends up on your soulmate’s skin

Even at a young age, she’d know she had a soulmate somewhere

You would know, too, because your arms would be covered

From notes to doodles to reminders, she would write everything on her arms

Mostly just because you would always draw her a little doodle in return, to let you know you saw her

As the two of you got older, the things the two of you would write to each other would change

Sometimes it would be shopping lists, or notes for a test, or lyrics to songs that the two of you shared interests in

Once the two of you got to college, you would occasionally have full conversations

Arms and legs covered in marker and pen and anything else the two of you could find

Sometimes, you would complain about work loads and stress to each other

And although Seulgi isn’t the best at drawing, she would try to doodle cute things to cheer you up

They always managed to make you smile, no matter how bad they were

Still, somehow the two of you would avoid each other

Until one day, when Seulgi would finally ask to try and meet up

I want to see you.

I want to see you too. Where do you live?

Luckily, the two of you wouldn’t be too far from each other and would agree to meet up at a nearby cafe

As Seulgi anxiously waited, she would feel her arm tingle and look down to see I see you written in your familiar handwriting

When she looked up to see you walking over with a wide smile, she’d immediately jump up and wrap you up in a hug

Happy to finally have you by her side

Joy:

For Joy, the first words your soulmate says to you would be tattooed on your body

When her words showed up in grade school, she was surprised and confused

Hey, did you do the homework? was written on her arm in black ink

At first, she’d wonder if maybe she’d meet her soulmate in middle or high school

But once those years of her life flew by, she would start to wonder if she’d missed her soulmate somehow

Of course, she still had university in front of her

But talking to and meeting new people would be kind of hard for her

And she’d worry, afraid that she’d be too shy to speak to anyone

But soon, she’d meet friends and become focused on school, almost forgetting about her soulmate tattoo altogether

She wouldn’t really talk much in class, even to the people that sat right next to her

Some people she would see in multiple classes, but unless people talked to her first, she was always too shy to say anything

And a lot of people saw her as intimidating (because she didn’t talk, and because her resting face was kind of stern)

So for the most part, she went through her university life without chatting with classmates, and without thinking of her tattoo

She wouldn’t remember until you, a classmate who had been in multiple of her classes, spoke those familiar words

“Hey, did you do the homework?”

She was so shocked at you talking to her for a moment that she almost didn’t feel the tingle on her arm at your words

You looked tired and disheveled, like you’d just run to class, and your cheeks were flushed as you apologized for bothering her

“Uh, sure,” she would say, awkward as she shoved over her book

Then her eyes would land on her tattoo, and her mouth would go dry as she finally recognized the tingle

“Wait. Are you?”

Your eyes would be wide as you looked at her and raised your hand

Uh, sure was written there in ink, and a slow smile moved across your features

“I think we might be soulmates. I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

Smiling, she would feel relieved, so glad that she hadn’t missed, and so happy not to have to worry anymore

“I’m Joy. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Yeri:

For Yeri, everyone would have a matching tattoo with their soulmate

She would have hers somewhere where people usually wouldn’t see it

Like on her stomach or back, or even on her leg

It would be something small, too: a little bundle of purple grapes

Unique with a pink stem, instead of a normal green

As a child, she’d worry that she’d meet her soulmate and not know, because she wouldn’t be able to see and recognize the tattoo

And that scared her a lot through her younger years

But as she got older, she’d realize that soulmates just had a way of coming together, so she would stop worrying so much

A social butterfly, she’d gather plenty of friends as she grew older

People would just love being around her, because she’s the life of the party

In fact, you would become her friend rather quickly without realizing that the two of you had the same little hiding tattoo

Since she just attracts people, you would start as just another friend

But as the two of you got to know each other better, she would find herself wanting to spend more and more time with you

Still, that happened when she liked people, so she brushed it off at first

It wouldn’t be until the two of you went swimming together that you’d realize

Stopping in your tracks and staring with your mouths open as the two of you stared at the identical tattoos

“It was you this whole time?”

“You know, it kind of makes sense, now that I think about it.”

After the initial shock, the two of you would be thrilled

Because she was once afraid she’d never find you, she’d want to treasure you as much as she could

She would happily announce it to everyone she knew, always wanting you to be by her side

“You know, I’m really happy I found you.”

“I’m really happy I found you too.”

#red velvet #red velvet headcanons #femifics #irene #wendy #seulgi #joy #yeri #girl group headcanons #kpop headcanons #girl groups #kpop girl groups #bae joohyun #son seungwan #park sooyoung

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hisgirlwonder · 6 years ago

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Atonement - Part Two

Length: 2.7k words Warning: Smut, humiliation, kinks, a lil bit of BDSM~ Synopsis: With his trust broken, Michael is doing all he can to make you regret ever crossing him. Notes: Here is the second part since you all wanted more! I tried to incorporate/explore kinks such as sadism (but more painful) on his part and exploring more of a humiliation kink for Y/N.

The last seven days had been like torture. Michael wouldn’t smile at you nor would he look in your direction and refused to call you by your name. You felt like your heart had been ripped into pieces from a tiny lapse in judgement.

You were the type of person who had a mind that liked to wander; to try and provide you with some relief from the discomfort of the reality you were facing. You had a knack for disassociation even as a child. What had long served as a blessing in moments of chaos had turned into a curse - as of late, your vivid memories were more like lucid nightmares.

// THE PAST //

Waiting for Michael to arrive was nerve-wracking – you’re sat outside his office on this luxurious piece of furniture with shaking legs, knees knocking together, and drawing patterns on the fabric with your fingers just to keep your mind busy; to calm the voice of anxiety in your mind. Your eyes move between your hand and the floor. One moment you’re watching the movement of your fingers against the arm of the couch and the next you’re studying the carpet, trying to figure out what colour it was. The Outpost was laden with wooden floors but certain rooms, such as his office and down the corridors, were carpeted.

Your sight flicks from your hand to the ground and you see two legs appear in front. Your eyes creep upwards and there he is in the flesh, Michael Langdon. Single handily the most intimidating individual in this place. He looks at you while a hand is deep in his pocket retrieving the key to his office and apologises for being late; He says he got held up but you nervously laugh it off and say you had nowhere better to be.

With the door unlocked, he is a gentleman (you’d expect no less from a man of such calibre as himself) and holds it open for you. Upon entering the office, you noticed that extra precision and care had been taking when decorating it – it reflected Michaels aesthetic completely, from the furniture to the art on the walls and sculptures placed in the room.

Michael props himself against the edge of his desk and invites you to sit down. He sends you a smile and expresses his gratitude, “Thanks for coming to see me today, Miss L/N.” His speech caressed your body like it was being wrapped up in velvet layer.

It was very obvious there was a reason he was in charge – he could persuade you effortlessly to commit a crime and you’d give yourself over entirely without a second thought. Michael was a master manipulator. Everything was carefully orchestrated to give him the upper hand, no matter if it suggested otherwise.

“Of course, sir. You can call me whatever you’d like but if you want to be on a first name basis it’s Y/N.”

“Alright, Y/N. You will be aware that everyone calls me Langdon but if you’re going to be my assistant then I suppose you can call me by my first name as well, which is Michael.”

His eyes travel over your body in every direction, analysing every inch of you. You’re self-conscious and unaware at first as to why he’s doing such a thing. Michael didn’t come across as if he was going to be the easiest person to read but there were hints of vulnerability embedded into the interaction between to the two of you; like when he followed those stares over your body in an enticing tone, adding, “You can call me sir if you so desire.”

You blush, cheeks blooming with a redness. This man before you exuded confidence and drew you in with an unexplainable magnetism; luckily you knew there was a line and if you were going to work for him, professionalism was paramount. Before the conversation derailed itself and you came completely undone, you ask, “So, Michael, what exactly did you need help with?”

“Is it too much to request help with everything?”

“No, not at all.”

You’re fixated on his actions that follow – those long, ring-covered fingers traversing along the edge of his desk and he spoke again in the same way as earlier, “I’m just a simple man who needs the touch of a woman in their life.”

Butterflies swirled in your stomach with every word and you momentarily went blank. You must have zoned out of it because you came to with Michael waving his hand in front of your face, “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You snap back to reality and tell him, “Yes of course. I can help you with whatever you need.”

“Excellent. The extent of which I need you means I require you in my office every day but you will have down time, okay? Just having you near will be good in case I need help.”

You nod, trying to show him you’re listening but your mind was running over him telling you he needed you.

// PRESENT DAY //

“Little grey, can you come here,” Michael snapped from behind the ajar door.

You’re cleaning up his bathroom and you swear the collection of hair and skin care products before you trumped the one you had in your outside life – Michael owned a bottle and jar of every colour, and you barely recognised any of them; you imagine they cost more than you’d make in one month at your old job. You inform him, “Just a minute, sir.”

“Now. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

Michael took whatever chance he could at demeaning you; reminding you that all other guys at the Outpost were truly just boys and that you fucked things up between the two of you. Would he ever let you live it down? You weren’t going to hold your breath.

You push open the door and walk over to stand in front of Michael, biting back the anguish over the uncertainty of what would happen next – it was almost like being in limbo nowadays. Before the ties that bound the two of you together were broken you would have done anything for him; not wanting to be without him for a moment. He’d treat you like his favourite pet. But now? No more praise, no more heartfelt compliments, no more real smiles.

“Yes, sir?”

Michael is looking at the folder in his hand at the same time as he asks you, “Can you pick this up for me off the ground? It appears I dropped it.”

“But it’s in your hands, sir?”

He drops the folder from his hands and the papers become strewn across the floor.

“Oops.”

Michael had not only taken it upon himself to fire the greys who would clean every inch of his living and working quarters (forcing you to pick up the slack) but also given him full reign over everything you wore. He didn’t want you to blend in with the other greys, no, he forced you into a maid’s outfit to add to his humiliation. He knew how much you couldn’t stand the attention of others in the Outpost, especially after they saw you naked.

You’re bending down, picking up the paperwork and reorganising it, when Michael turns around in your direction on his seat. “You know what, little grey? My shoes are slightly dirty, maybe you should clean them. Now.”

“Let me get the polish.”

He rests his foot on your shoulder, pushing you back down to the ground, “No. You’re going to use that pathetic mouth of yours. Every ounce of respect I had was lost for you when you decided to fuck it away. Did you let him inside your mouth too?”

You quietly answer him back, “I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”

Because you spoke to softly Michael doesn’t hear and asks, “What was that, little grey?”

You start fretting, worried he will think the wrong thing and hoping he believes you when you tell him the truth. Trying to speak as sincerely as you can, you assure Michael, “I swear I didn’t, sir.”

“Good. Your mouth appears to be untainted despite the rest of you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He lifts his leg up and positions a shoe covered foot in front of your face. “Start by cleaning the top until it shines, then lick the bottom and show me how sorry you are.

It almost seemed humorous that you considered him pissing on your face the worst he could do.

You spit on the top and rub the saliva away with the clothes you’re wearing, trying to polish the surface. Michael lifts it up to your face rubbing it against your cheek before holding it in front again - this time with the underside of his shoe adjacent to your face.

You gulp down while flattening out your tongue, and run it up the surface a few times. Once he’s satisfied with your actions and complying with his wishes, he pulls his leg away and bends to grab at your face, speaking to you in a condescending tone, “What a good girl. I’m glad I didn’t have to force you. Go get me a cup of coffee.”

You return with his coffee; you made sure it was made just as he liked it – not too hot, a dash of milk, and no sugar. When you first began working for Michael, it would be made incorrectly and he’d be mad but he’d never take it out on you. Sometimes you wondered why he was so soft on you when he was so harsh on everyone else.

He brings the cup to his mouth, smiling at you, before dropping it to reassure you, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

The talking stops but you know by the tone of his voice that there are words to follow; he’s trying to cause apprehension, which was working.

“Not yet, anyway.”

And there it is.

He puts the cup down on the coaster next to his laptop, “My legs are feeling awfully tired and I think I need to rest them. Is that a good idea?”

“Yes, of course, but you haven’t got one sir?” You inform him.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I think you’re forgetting that I control everything you do or say and right now you’re going to get back on those knees, where you belong, serve me as my own personal footrest. You’re beneath me, remember?”

“Yes sir,” you mumble, caving into his demands. As you got back down on the ground, you noticed the carpet usually felt soft and lush but today it had changed – becoming harsh against your skin only serving as a reminder that you were less than Michael.

Michael leans back in the chair he’s sitting, hands behind his head and rests his feet on your back. He exaggerates a sigh of pleasure with cockiness infused into every syllable he spoke, “Oh, this is so comfy. Why did I never ask you to do this before?”

You’re digging your nails into the palms of your hands. This was not the kind of humiliation you were into.

Your arms and knees begin to ache from the pressure, wondering when Michael would let you stand back up. Michael finishes the last of his coffee and lifts the weight off your back.

“Since you’re still employed by me I suggest you do as I say and get off the floor, I need your assistance with something.”

Michael walks over to the far cabinet in the corner beside the water cooler to open a cupboard. You couldn’t see inside but he pulls out a black box.

“I’d ask if you’d like to see but you’re probably aware that I don’t give a shit what you want. Turn around so I don’t have to look at you then take off your clothes and bend over the table like the subservient bitch you are.”

As you face away from Michael an almost inaudible cry leaves your mouth; both in fear and in excitement – your discomfort was drenched with a hunger for Michael to inflict pain upon your body again. Those moments replayed over and over again in your mind; moments which made you fuck yourself silently into an oblivion over. You’d never have him how you wanted him yet the pain was almost worth it.

You undress quickly to make sure you don’t upset Michael any further and bend over as instructed. Your soft body presses against the wooden table – the surface is colder than you remember, your nipples hardening from the drop in temperature and your own arousal.

Something touches your skin and starts to run along the backs of your legs. You knew it wasn’t soft so it wasn’t his hand but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Michael teases, still running the object against you, “I bought this and figured now was a really good time to use it. I’m not going to apologise for this because you don’t deserve it but I will tell you to hold on tight. You won’t be walking right for a week once I’m done with you.”

Before you can try to process what he says you feel a smack against your skin – it feels like a whip. He strikes you over and over – each time felt harder than the last. This one was a thing you could deal with; you weren’t a stranger to this sort of behaviour but it definitely was more intense than anyone you’d been with.

“I really wish I could say I was surprised when you decided to let that boy inside your cunt, but was I? Was I really?”

Again.

“I could smell it on you the moment you walked into this place. The first moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were a whore.”

And again.

“Do you not think it’s ironic that you’re working for me? That I knew you’d slip up, leading me to do this to you?”

And again.

Your ass was stinging from his abuse against your body – you were euphoric from the beating your skin was taking. You rub a hand against your ass and you can feel welts forming.

“Stop touching yourself and sit up to face me.”

You push yourself up and spin around, now sat on the top of the table. Michael pushes his knee between your leg, forcing them apart. “Open up or I’ll make you do it.”

The whip collides with your pussy - you want to slam your legs shut. The pain is worse, less appealing than the hurt he inflicted on your ass. He causes you to jump - Sure, you’d slapped yourself there with your hand before but it didn’t compare to an object.

“Oh does that hurt, does it?”

He does it again and you’re unable to hold back, tears pooling in your eyes. “Mi- Sir, I can’t.”

Michael refuses to stop, smiling at the sight of your tears and taunting you, “Oh you can’t, can you? Beg me to stop and I’ll reconsider.”

Your hand quickly darts between your legs, guarding your throbbing pussy against further torment. You beg like your life depended on it, “It hurts so bad and I can’t take any more. Please. Have mercy.”

He places the whip to the side of you and tells you to come closer with his fingers. You rub at the ache before removing your hands to see the damage - you aren’t bleeding yet but the inside of your thighs and the mount between your legs are almost red raw.

Those lips find their way to your ears and he growls, “I hope you have enough common sense to know this is far from over. Get off my fucking desk before I throw you off. Oh, and then get out of my fucking sight. I don’t want to have to see you more than I need to.”

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crue-sixx · 6 years ago

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Forever and Always

Title: Forever and Always

Author: tiddly-winx

Summary: Based on @crue-sixx's vampire head canon, the reader is a vampire who has completely captivated Nikki Sixx.

Warnings: mild smut, swearing.

The night you met your future love, you were just looking for your next meal. The young folk nowadays seemed really into the vampire legends as a gimmick, but that suited you just fine, you were just trying to blend in with your surroundings. That was one of the first lessons your master had taught you, before casting himself into a bonfire to end his unnatural long life. You had also learned the essentials from him, like never drink after the heart had stopped beating, no prolonged exposure to the sun and most importantly how to choose prey-only feed on whoever you could, but kill the wicked the wicked. In the years that followed his abandonment, you had grown bitter at the world and did as you pleased. Over the span of 100 years, you understood why your master had cautioned discretion-you had seen many a fine vampire meeting their untimely end at the hands of ignorant villagers. You eventually taught yourself how to keep cool as a cucumber in social situations, more importantly controlling yourself when you smelled blood.

However, you soon grew tired of being sociable and did what many other vampires did when they didn’t want to be bothered-you found yourself an empty crypt and fed on the stupid teenagers who wandered inside in search of whatever hauntings local lore dictated plagued the cemetery. You didn’t kill them of course, but you made sure to make your mark on inconspicuous places of the body.

It was early in 1981 right in the heart of Los Angeles that you eased up from the depths of your long sleep to listen to the most invigorating music you had ever heard. It was loud and aggressive, making the very earth rumble as if its sole purpose was to wake the dead. You strolled into the lane of graves from your mausoleum and began walking towards the sounds of the nightlife. You took in what the young people were wearing, then looked down at yourself in dismay. The ankle length modesty dress was sorely out of fashion but a grin came across your face as you spied a young lady wearing a black leather corset with matching leather pants and boots. “Child” you called out to her, so softly it was like a whisper on the wind. She turned around and locked eyes with you, a deep breath later she was mesmerized by what she was seeing and spoke briefly with her companions about going onto the Whisky a Go Go, that she would catch up in a minute.

When she was directly in front of you, she asked what you wanted and you replied “Where can I aquire such articles of clothing, Child?”

In her trance like state, she pointed to a clothing store right across the street. You thanked her and kissed her hand, then turned it over to expose her wrist. You bought your fangs down on it and drank a small amount-the ‘little drink’ as you called it. She didn’t feel a thing as you drank from her, but when you were finished you dismissed her and she rejoined her group. You sauntered into the shop where the clerk stared at your garments. You picked out a wine colored leather outfit similar to what the young lady was wearing and enchanted the salesperson with “I’ll just be taking these, it’s no trouble right?”

The clerk put up no argument as you changed into the more updated outfit. It looked fitting on you and from the girls blood, you obtained some knowledge of current events and lingo. You walked out of the shop, picking up some gothic themed necklaces on your way out. The music was so loud you didn’t even need to use your enhanced senses to feel it-it shook your bones to the very core. You finally got in and stood in the front row, the young man playing a rather peculiar instrument (which you later learned was a bass) locked eyes with you and he kept his gaze on you for the entire song. You smirked and winked at him as the song was winding down, leaving to go wait in the alley for the next ‘little drink’ to come by.

A few moments later the same young man that coudln’t stop staring at you while playing his song opened the door and peeked outside to see you. You looked up at him and asked “You following me, rockstar?”

“Just...” he shifted uneasily, like he was unaccustomed to talking with the ladies “Wondering why you left so quick” he seemed to have gotten over his temporary shyness and added “There’s a party over at our place. You should hang out with us”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if you can handle me, but alright” this human was intriguing to you so you accepted his invitation. Soon you grew fond of your newfound friends, even like a little family if you dared say so. It felt like something worth coming back to see every night. Seeing them party like they were going to die the next day was interesting to say the least. They were always doing stupid things, knowing full well the possible outcomes and consequences, but they didn’t care. It was the first time you genuinely laughed in centuries.

It was when you finally had a moment alone with Nikki on the couch with your head in his lap that your eyes locked intimately, just as they had the night you two met. He breathed a ragged breath out, and from his blood you could smell the rush of hormones swim in his veins. You knew what he wanted and were more than happy to oblige. A silent heat came over the both of you as you got up and straddled him, his hands coming down gently on your hips. You had to know that this was more than just lust, so right before things started to get too heated, you broke the kiss and asked “You sure you want to do this, Nikki?”

“Only if you want to” he answered; his eyes glazed over with desire. That didn’t answer your question, so you did the next best thing. You gently scraped the skin on his neck to draw the smallest amount of blood possible and licked it up to see his truth. He was completely and utterly yours if you wanted him, and by God you did.

“Then take me to bed, Rockstar” was all the confirmation he needed, easily lifting you up and carrying you to his room bridal style. His touch was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before-even when you were human. He was so gentle with you, making sure he explored every inch of your nude body and you doing the same for him. Your orgasm was so intense that when the ultimate wave of pleasure initially hit you, your fangs popped out and it took all of your will power to resist biting him and draining him dry. He finished soon after you did, feeling your heat erupt on his cock sent him over the edge. A low, stuttering curse from his mouth as a final, giant thrust reached into your hot core. You felt his seed enter you, then drip onto his sheets when he pulled out.

“Jesus Fucking Christ” he panted, using his remaining strength to keep himself propped up over you. “That was awesome...” he then lowered down and off of you, cuddling into your frame.

You too were more than satisfied and only offered an unintelligible “Mmm” in response, not being able to say much else.

Nikki ran his fingers through your hair and asked “How about you be my girl?” You nodded an affirmative reply, to which he just grinned and kissed you tenderly. The next time you both came out of his room, Vince and Tommy were in the living room with open beers in their hands. They stared in smug amusement.

“It's about time Sixx! We were wondering when you were gonna do her!” Tommy got up and offered a high five, but it was not returned.

“Y/N’s my girlfriend. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop making such jokes at her expense if you don’t mind” he said playfully.

Vince took a swig of his beer and added “No shit, Sherlock. You haven’t even LOOKED at another girl much less fucked one since you met her!” You were very much surprised by this revelation, but you kept your cool.

“Gotta get back to my place, Babe” you nuzzled into him “They’ll try to rent it out again” you had indeed gotten a job and an apartment of your own since you woke up, and you used that place as a hiding spot for when you fed. He walked you to your apartment, then at your door he turned you around kissed you softly.

“Last night was amazing, baby” he sighed into your neck.

“How about we do an encore at my place soon?” you held up a key to your apartment and gave it to him. “You’re always welcome here if you need a place to crash” he took the key without hesitation and one more quick kiss before going back to his place.

It was a few days later that Nikki and the boys came knocking at your door, only because they hadn’t seen or heard from you in a few days. On the way over, they discussed things they thought seemed off about you. Like you skin being pale and cold to the touch, the way your eyes changed colors and were even red sometimes. Most importantly that you almost never came out in the daytime, unless it was a cloudy day when clouds covered the sun. Mick in his usual sarcastic tone suggested “Maybe she’s a fuckin’ vampire” to which the other laughed nervously.

Your senses were going wild, not being able to feed for the past few days was taking its toll on you. Your skin was sunken in, your eyes like a wild animal’s ready to pounce at the first sight of a wandering human. You looked like a living corpse, to put it mildly. When you heard the door to the apartment open and heard them calling you, you stopped dead and stared at the bedroom door. “I’m fine...just been feeling sick the past few days...” you called out.

“If you’re just sick then why the fuck won’t you answer the fuckin’ phone?” the door to your room opened and the light clicked on. The false lighting was too bright for you in this weakened state and you hissed, getting under the covers.

“Just go away...you four aren’t safe here...” you groaned.

“Not until we see you” Tommy insisted and pulled off the blanket, all of them completely shocked to see you in such a state.

“Y/N you need a fuckin’ hospital!” Nikki tried to lift and carry you out the door but you grabbed the door frame and roared, accidentally baring your fangs to them all. Your eyes so red they glowed like a stop light at midnight. Nikki put you down and stared in shocked amazement, after a moment he said “What are you?”

“I’m a vampire, guys” you sheepishly scolded yourself for such an unsightly display “I get like this when I can’t feed for a few nights...”

Without hesitation Nikki offered up his wrist for you to bite “Drink from me, Baby...if it’ll help you get better...” his blood was calling to you, but you refused. He laid you on the bed next to him and bought it up to your lips.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Nikki” you told him.

“And we don’t want to see you starving yourself like this. Shut up and drink my fuckin’ blood, woman” you kissed his wrist before biting down into it. The small popping sound of your fangs puncturing his flesh was followed by a rush of pleasure. He only gasped a little bit and winced, letting out a small moan of carnal desire. All you needed was a few swallows, a transformation back into your old self, plus a little more color to your cheeks.

Mick was in awe most of all, saying “Holy shit, you really are a vampire” he reached up to touch your face to make sure he was really seeing this. Nikki tried to walk but stumbled, you caught him and put him on the bed.

“Sleep now, Nikki” you cooed in his ear “the first time feeding from a person leaves them tired” he obeyed and slipped into a deep sleep. Soon, you explained everything about being a vampire “I was forced into a marriage I didn’t want, and on my wedding night, I jumped from the tower. A vampire saw me and turned me without even asking if I wanted to be one. The bastard then left me to find out what it meant to be a vampire” you recalled what you could remember from your human life.

Soon they all agreed that they’d take turns letting you feed from them. You were pleasantly surprised to find that not only were they willing, but they liked it even. Things had been going like this for a few years, but then Nikki came to you asking to do something you thought you’d never have to do. “Y/N...I want you to turn me into a vampire...like you...”The band was rising in popularity in the clubs and even a record company offered them a deal.

“Please, Nikki” you looked down shyly “Wait a few years...you’d have to leave the band because people would see that while the others aged, you’d stay the same. If you can live with leaving the band, faking your death and going through the excruciating transformation into a vampire then you can ask me again...” he accepted these terms, and three years later he asked again.

"Are you absolutely sure you want this?” you asked him, reiterating all of your previous points in the last discussion.

“Yes, Y/N” he answered “Baby, I don’t care. I love you so much and I want to be with you…forever. Please, just let me be able to do that.” he pleaded, taking your hand in his.

“Alright...the transformation is very painful. I have to drink from your neck until almost the point of death, then have you drink from my neck. It feels like pure lava coursing through your veins, the heart quickens to pump the vampire blood faster” you could smell he was afraid, but he knew it was worth it if it meant he would spend eternity with you.

He walked closer to you, his lips crashing into yours and his tongue invading your mouth. He broke the kiss breathlessly. “Do it, Babe...” you started kissing down his neck, the artery pounding beneath the skin. You sink your fangs into him, he let out an audible gasp and he soon slackened. You laid him down on the ground and listened to his heart, being careful not to take too much. When you knew the time was right, you stopped and sliced your neck and bought him up to your body. You first felt his tongue then he pulled you in closer to him to get as much blood from you as possible.

You trembled, gently pushing him away “That’s enough darling...” he was thrashing about, screaming and cursing to high heaven. You cradled him in your lap, reassuring him that it only hurts for a few minutes. He stopped moving and for a moment you were worried that you had killed him. He opened his new, blood red eyes and sat up to look around.

“Everything seems so vivid” he remarked, taking in familiar surroundings with his new senses. “I can see, hear and smell things I couldn’t before...” he dragged his fingers across the wound on your neck “even touch is more sensitive for me...”

“I will teach you the ways of being a vampire, Nikki” you said to him “first lesson starts now-we must feed to heal our wounds...” you showed him how to use his sex appeal to get prey, but to never take the life of an innocent. “Kill the evildoer whenever you come across one, Nikki” you told him “make them suffer, but take no pleasure in your duty” he nodded in agreement.

“As long and I can have you by my side while doing it, anything is possible” he kissed you again, before his first of many lessons began.

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katsbooks · 6 years ago

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Schwarze Nacht - Chapter Two

Walter C. Dornez x Reader

‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.

If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’

(Y/n)’s first week was chaos personified. Between getting lost, forgetting details about her jobs, running late one morning and dealing with the scrutiny of the Head Maid, she was so glad when Sunday came around.

(Y/n) groaned a little as she sat down at one of the galley tables, a cup of coffee in one hand and a napkin with bagels and cream cheese in the other. She scrubbed a hand over her tired face, knocking her glasses askew as she did. She had only slept in to eight, and she really wasn’t a morning person to begin with. But it was the only way she would get used to this schedule, so it was necessary. She could nap later.

As she munched on her cream cheese smothered bagel, she was alerted of a presence approaching her table and she looked up to see Walter, dressed in his usual outfit, sitting down across from her with a cup of hot tea in hand.

“You don’t mind my company, do you?” he smiled. She shook her head, her mouth too full of bagel to verbally respond. She swallowed and took a sip of her coffee, before asking,

“I thought you didn’t have to wear your uniforms on your days off?”

Walter smiled, “You don’t. But I’ve become so accustomed to it, it would feel strange to wear anything else.”

(Y/n) could understand that. 51 years of wearing the same outfit pretty much every day? It would feel strange to wear casual clothing. She was still quite content with her jeans and t-shirt, though.

“I’m surprised you’re up, really. Even Delores sleeps in on Sundays,” Walter said, stirring sugar into his tea.

“I’m kind of surprised by that news, actually. There’s reason to my madness, though,” (Y/n) said.

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Well, I’m so used to staying up late and sleeping in, that these early mornings are just…killing me, figuratively speaking. So it’s just easier to get up early on days off too and take naps later to make up for it,” she shrugged.

“Mm. Smart,” Walter smiled, sipping her tea. (Y/n) took another drink of her coffee. “Not one for tea?”

“Iced sweet tea is the only tea I really care for, but I think that comes from living in the South,” she stated. “I only drink hot tea when my throat’s sore. Mix it with some honey and lemon, and it’s a good day.”

“I forget that you’re from America sometimes. You’ve got such excellent manners during work,” Walter hummed. (Y/n) chuckled a little bit as she nibbled her second bagel.

“My mom and dad raised me right. ‘Yes ma’am, no sir’ kinda thing. Granted, they also taught me to not take any crap from anyone too, but respect’s the highest compliment you can give someone,” she said.

“If only there were more young folk such as yourself, Miss (Y/n),” Walter said.

“You and me both,” (Y/n) muttered. “That was one reason why I was more than happy to leave America—people have no couth anymore. It’s like living in a country of uncivilized, spoiled children. I know not everyone’s like that, but it certainly felt like that.”

“You certainly hold a good vocabulary, Miss (Y/n). You have a good head on your shoulders, and that’s quite encouraging,” Walter said, taking a swallow of his tea. “You said you liked to read. What kind of books interest you?”

“Mostly? I’m a huge romantic, so…a lot of fantasy romance,” (Y/n) admitted and Walter chuckled. “But I like other genres. Horror’s always fun and I don’t mind a decent science fiction now and then. 1984 by Mr. Orwell is an excellent book, for example.”

“Indeed.”

“Let’s see…I’m not really big into history, unless it’s mythology or folklore, but Egyptian and Greek/Roman history’s always fascinated me,” (Y/n) hummed, thinking. “Sometimes I like flipping through science books.”

“Did you read a lot as a child?”

“All the time. Kept the loneliness away,” she said. At his questioning look, she elaborated. “I…didn’t have many friends growing up. Not really any at all. I never got why, I was apparently a pushover as a kid, but that might have been the reason. So I read a lot; getting lost in my books seemed like a better life than dealing with the kids picking on me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

(Y/n) shrugged, “It was just how it was for me. Yeah, I hated it, but if you just wanted to be my friend to use me for whatever reason, I didn’t want your friendship or need it. Jeez, I think I was fourteen before I actually met someone that I could relate with. I still hate that she’s so far away.”

“Finding a friend after so long, then moving away is certainly hard. Do you keep in contact?” Walter asked.

“I try. We write and when I can, I call. But it’s hard,” she murmured. “Still, it’s life, right?”

“Indeed,” Walter agreed and for a moment they sat in silence, Walter drinking his tea and (Y/n) munching on her bagel. “…you said you also drew. Is this a side hobby?”

“My drawing? Eh, kinda? I mean, I’m not awful at it, actually I’d like to think I’m a decent artist. It was just something to pass the time and it became interesting. I took a few classes in middle and high school,” (Y/n) said. “I like drawing people. I find them fascinating.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, think of it this way. Scenery rarely changes. Sure, you’ve got your seasons, sometimes there’s a mudslide or rain or whatever, but for the most part it stays the same,” (Y/n) started. “Now humans—people in general, really—they’re so interesting because they’re constantly changing. Age, emotion, physical deformities. There are so many wonderful and beautiful things about the human body, I don’t think I’d be able to draw them all.”

Walter smiled a little. “You remind me of an old friend, when you say that. He thinks the same thing, really.”

“Does he? Perhaps I’ll meet him someday.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will. He works here, he just doesn’t come out of his room often unless it’s for a job,” Walter said. He leaned over towards the fruit bowl set on the table and picked through it, grabbing a small bunch of grapes and setting it down on a napkin. (Y/n) looked at the fruit bowl for a minute as well, then at the last bite of bagel. She was still hungry, so she leaned over and grabbed herself an apple.

“So what are your plans for today, Miss (Y/n)?” Walter asked her as he started eating his grapes. (Y/n) took a bite of her apple, thinking for a minute.

“…well, I was hoping to walk to town today to the bookstore, but as it’s raining, that’s out of the question. So I guess I’ll learn my way around the manor so I don’t get lost again tomorrow,” (Y/n) said.

“That sounds like a splendid idea. Perhaps I could show you some easier routes?” Walter offered.

“Sure, I’d like that. Would definitely make my life easier,” she smiled. “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. It is my day off as well,” he smiled charmingly. (Y/n) smiled back and finished up her apple, before drinking the rest of her coffee. “I have to ask, are you one that likes your coffee black or with cream?”

“With cream and sugar. I hate plain coffee, it’s too bitter,” (Y/n) grimaced. Walter chuckled at her expression.

“So you have a sweet tooth.”

“Majorly. I come by it honestly, though. My dad loves chocolate, so it stems from that.”

“I admittedly like the occasional sweet treat myself,” Walter said. “Sir Integra doesn’t care for anything sweet, though.”

“Believable,” (Y/n) said.

“Is it?”

“I get the impression that ‘sweet’ isn’t in her nature,” (Y/n) said. “If it’s not past my boundaries to say that.”

“Oh not at all, you’re free to have an opinion, my dear. It’s human nature to do so. What else did you pick up about Sir Integra?”

“Not too much, I mean…I didn’t meet her for very long if you remember,” (Y/n) pointed out. “But she definitely knows how to intimidate someone. She seems very serious, but also a little dry-witted too. Most likely listens to classical music when she works too.”

“You are quite observant,” Walter said, impressed.

“Part of being an artist.”

“Surely. Now then,” Walter stood, gathering his empty cup and napkin full of grape stems. “Shall we begin your tour?”

“Of course,” (Y/n) nodded, standing to wash her cup and put it on the drying rack and toss away her apple core and napkin. As she met up with Walter outside of the galley, she took a moment to think that this was such a strange feeling, having had a casual conversation with the Butler of the Hellsing Organization.

Walter gave her a smile and she returned it, deciding to let it not bother her now, following the man as he showed her his little shortcuts and the easier routes through the manor.

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13juuzou07-blog · 6 years ago

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Friends or Lovers (Hook; OUAT)

Notes:

Cheating

Almost smut (I’ll tell you were it is at)

Smoking

Tell me if you guys need help with the pirate talk, okay?

Plz tell me any grammar/spelling mistakes

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Keys:

H/C: Hair Color

U/B/S: Up Beat Song

Y/N: Your Name

U/H/S: Usual Hair Style

F/C: Favorite Color

N/N: Nick Name

Your P.O.V.

I top my spoon to the beat of the music that filters through my earbuds. The heel of my black converse also tap to the beat against the stole. My head bobs, causing my H/C locks to bounce on my head. I don’t have to ask for my meal seeing how Ruby had it memorized already. The beat gets louder and louder as it streams out of the speaker on my phone. My beating gets faster and soon the whole dinner picks up the beating. By now they’ve all memorized the lyrics to U/B/S, but of course they have. I do this every Thursday night.

I come to Granny’s diner to meet my life long friend Hook - i’ve known him since I was thirteen. Like usual, I’m earlier than him. I unplug my earbuds as the beat to U/B/S just starts. The volume is on high so the lyrics fill every corner. I always start off the beat on my own with our food already sitting in front of me. The beat builds up and up till everyone is slamming their feet and hands, causing me to smile. I’m young, only twenty-four and still act like a child most days. My friend Hook on the other hand is twenty-seven and wearing his age quite well. Finally the last note plays and Hook walks in, the same as always.

He walks up to me with a big smile on his face, causing me to smile back. “I swear ye're still a sprog, Love” Hook tells me, sliding onto the stole next to me.

I giggles and pick up my fork. “Damn right, Pirate!”

He smiles at me again before starting to eat his own food. There’s small talk between us, Hook talking about Emma, his newest adventures with her and her son Henry. Me talking about my fun with Ruby and the small troubles I’ve been causing around town. Slowly we inch closer to each other as we talk and sometime during it Killian’s hook has ended up on my waist.

Soon whispers start up, just like every other Thursday. I tap my fingers a few times and Hook notices. He continues on with his story, slowly pulling away. “I thought he was dating Emma.” One of the derves mumble.

The one sitting across from him whispers “Do you think he’s cheating on her with Y/N? Cause honestly they’re around each other all the time! I’m starting to wonder if they’re friends or lovers.”

A dude from the booth next to them leans over and says “Nah, Hook isn’t that stupid. If he was cheating they’d more secretive.”

The whispers making me uncomfortable, just like always. Hook flags down Ruby and gives her the exact cash she for everything. “It was my turn to pay, Fishing-Hook.”

“Next week, Love.” Not next week, or the week after that or even the month after that.

I smile and stand up, making sure to grab my purse. “You never let me pay.”

“And you never stop calling me Fishing-Hook.” He pushes back, looping his arm around mine and almost skipping out of diner with me at his side. He walks me out of the restaurant and opens the passenger side door for me.

“Thank you.” I mumble getting in.

He mumbles back a “You’re welcome” before closing my door and getting into the driver side. His good hand is on the wheel and his hook sits on my thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. I bite my lip as he keeps teasing me, slowly inching further and further up my leg. His eyes slide over to me causing him to smirk. “That’s my fav’rit outfit on you.” He tells me, for the thousandth time.

Other than my converse I’m also wearing my leather jacket, a crop top with a zipper going down the middle and black triangles going over than plain white background. Along with that I have on some black skinny jeans and no makeup besides my red lipstick that makes my lips pop. My hair is in it’s usual U/H/S and lastly my necklace around my neck. The necklace that Hook got me so long ago and over the years charms have been added on to it from each one of his overseas trips.

I remember how I got it like it was yesterday. I was in the market with my father who was wasted off his mind. Like usual he was insulting me and beating me around as I try to makes ends meet for the week. Finally he got fed up with me ignoring him and started full out beating me, or at least until Hook stepped. He walked me around and took me out for dinner and drinks. Afterwards he took me to the fair a town over and told me to close my eyes and spin in a circle till I got dizzy. I questioned him but did as he said. When I opened my eyes I was facing a jewelry stand. Hook pulled me up to it and told me to pick out anything that I wanted. I picked out a necklace with a small, F/C crystal on a golden chain.

Self consciously I start messing with the crystal causing all the other charms to jingle around. There’s tons of things on it. A compose, a ship, a golden turtle with a gem shell that matches the main crystal. There’s an anchor and shells, pixie dust from his first time on the island of Neverland and flower petals in the magic waters from the last time he was there to save Henry. He’s also had charms hand crafted for each one of his new adventures since we all ended up in Storybrooke. He also pays to have the chain and charms hand cleaned along with the clap replaced every month.

“Calm down Y/N.” Hook says, glancing at me as I move the crystal faster and faster. “Why are ye so upset?” He questions, stopping his sexual advances. I try shrugging it off but it doesn’t work “Come on, Love, I know somethin' be botherin' ye in that thinker o' yers.” He gently taps me on the head with his hook.

He pulls up into the driveway of Emma’s and his house. Hook puts the car in park and waits for my answer. “What if Emma ever found out? Would we still be friends? Would she not allow it? What would the town think of us? Of me?”

My friend sighs before scooting closer to me. His hands go around my waist and he dips his head down for a kiss, which I return. “If Swan finds out I’ll deal wit' it. Aye, we’d still be friends 'n even if we choice t' end this we’d still be friends. If Swan finds out 'n we stay together I’m keepin' ye in me life 'cause ye’ve been me friend fer ten years. Lastly, as fer the town, I’ll protect ye from 'em, if they even do anythin'. They all do love ye after all.” Again, he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. The stubble of his beard tickles my skin as his hands slide back and further on my waist. I giggle at the touches and kiss back. “Let’s go inside, Love.” Killian mumbles, pulling away from me and getting out of the car.

I open the car door and climb out. Killian offers me his hand and I take it. Gently he tugs me up the driveway and to the door. He looks through his jacket pocket to find his keys to open the door. As soon as it’s open and we’re both inside to get out of the chilly night air, he locks it back up. My eyes slide over the blue living room and take it all in again. My mind runs wild with all the normal things Hook does with Emma that I can’t do with him.

My mind keeps running around till Killian’s lips brush my hair out of the way and kiss my neck. “Ye think t' much, let me make it stop” The words come out as a whisper, causing my breath to hic. A smirk crosses Killian's lips as he pulls away from me. “Red wine, Love?”

“Yes please.” I mumble as Hook leaves the room and walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room. Again my eyes scan the room and this time I notice the open blinds. With knowing people in this town, I walk over and close them so no one can see the sinful things we’ll be doing tonight. After that is down I slide of my leather jacket it and shoes, setting them by the front door. Once my work is done I spread out on the couch.

Soon Killin walks back in holding a bottle of red and two wine glasses. His eyes slide over me hungrily causing me to smile. “See something you like, Captain?” I ask with a flirty tone before standing up and wrapping my arms around the pirate’s neck. I lean up and haver my lips over his so when I say “Are you going to pour me a drink?” my lips brushes his and teases him.

*SMUT-NESS BEGINS*

I can tell by the sudden stiffness of his body that this affects him. I smile and let go of him. He sets the glasses down and pours us each a glass. Right away I down my first one and pour another. Two more glasses later and about five more for the Captain and our lips are locked again and this time it’s heated. Our kisses get sloppier the more heated we get. Soon kisses aren’t just enough and I know this is true for my lover too cause he’s already tugging the zipper on my top. “I fuckin’ love this shirt.” He pants out as soon as the zipper is down and my bare chest is sitting there for him to admire.

I bite my lip and whine a little. “Don’t just stare!”

He laughs and softly crusades my left breast with his rough fingertips. “Sorry Love. I can’t ever get my head around how perfect yer body be.” Hook mumbles as his lips work there way down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him more space to work with. The soft, smooth feeling of his lips slide all the way down to my collar bone. He sucks on a few different spots, causing me to moan softly. His hook loops around one of the belt hoops on my pants and tugs lightly. “Please Love.” He begs me before biting down on my flesh.

His hand squeezes my boob roughly as he bites down harder, almost drawing blood. My hands shake as I start undoing my pants. I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Once my pants are open, Killin doesn’t waste any time. Hid hand slides into my pants and cups my core. I fight with myself to hold back the need to buck my hips. Slowly Hook’s tongue slide up my stomach and over my boobs, circling my tits. His fingers tease me through my panties, causing me to squirm around under the older man. Killin uses his teeth to grab onto my nipple and pull it up. My breath comes out gagged till he lets go of it.

I pant and grind my pussy against his teasing fingers. “Y-You’re t-teasing me!” I whine, pushing his jacket off and sliding my hands underneath his shirt. I let my fingertips dance over everyone of his scars as he continues messing with me. His fingers finally slip into my panties and gently slide through my lower lips but refusing to enter me.

“K-Killi-in!” I call, getting a hum out of him, sending vibrations through my boobs which seconds ago he was sucking and nipping at. My fingers slide through his hair as he uses one of his fingers to circle my entrance over and over again. He’s about to push it in when the lock on the door starts to turn open.

*END OF SMUT-NESS*

I sigh and zip up my shirt and pants before whoever it is walks in. Killin climbs off of me and picks up his glass. “Anyway, so Emma pulled out her sword and….” Hook starts, pretending to be in the middle of the story. When the door opens there stands Henry. Killin turns and smiles at the boy before saying “Ahoy lad!”

“Hey Hook! Hello Y/N, who are you?” Henry asks, waving at us before looking at me.

“I’m doing okay, Sweetie” I say smiling back at the little boy.

Hook smiles at both of us before saying “Wha' are ye doing home, Henry? I thought ye we be wit' Regina today.”

“I am, I just need my math book.” Killin nods and turns back to me to ‘continue’ the story. Henry runs up the stairs and gets his book before leaving the house.

When the boy is out of the house, my friend goes and locks the door again. When that’s done he sits back on the couch and pulls me towards him. His hands wander up my back and his lips go down my neck. Finally I get annoyed enough to push him off of me. He looks at me surprised and asks “Wha' was that fer?”

“I’m not in the mood anymore.” I tell him but instead of backing off he tries again.

“I’m sure I can change that” He says, trying to sound sexy.

Again I push him away and this time I glare at him. “No” I repeat, pulling out my box of cigarettes. Killin frowns at me as I take out a stick and light it.

I smoke it all down and make sure the ashes are in the crystal ashtray on the table. “Wha'’s wrong, Love?” The man nexts to me asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning over as if he’s going to kiss my neck again.

I jump to my feet with fire burning in my eyes. “Do not called me ‘Love’ Jones! Me and you both know I aint your ‘love’!” I yell, getting angrier and angrier.

Hook frowns as he looks up at me with his light blue eyes. “O' course ye be me love, I do love ye N/N.”

I fold my eyes and laugh sarcastically “Ya, just not like you love Emma. You love me in the heat of passion.” The words seem to cut through him but I don’t let it affect my anger towards him.

Slowly he stands up and cups my cheeks, my hair tangled in the ends of his finger tips. “Y/N…. my precious treasure” He starts, moving his arms around my shoulders and petting my hair. “I do love ye as my best friend, as my lover, as much more. Ye’re right, I don’t love ye like I love Emma 'n I ne'er will. Ye know more about me N/N. Ye knew me brother, ye knew me world before 'n after I was a pirate 'n ye’ll always 'ave that upper hand when it comes t' Emma. Always. We 'ave ten years o' life together Y/N. Ten years! Ten years Emma or any other person ne'er 'ave, aye?”

“Okay” I mumble into his chest quietly.

Hook hums and leans down to place a caring kiss on the top of my head. “Like I told ye all those years ago when we first started this, we can stop. We can stop sleepin' wit' each other 'n nothing would be any different. We’ll still be friends. Ye’ll still be me first mate.”

I nod yes as he slowly pulls away from me. His hand carefully wipes away a tears I didn't realize I was crying. I smile up at him because of the small jester. Killin smiles back before softly placing a kiss on my lips which I return happily. “I ‘ave a gift for ye.” He mumbles kissing me again before walking over to his jacket.

He pulls out a little box wrapped up poorly in brown paper. Hook walks back over and I can’t but smile when I say “At least I know you wrapped it.”

“Har har har, so funny.” He says back, handing the box to me.

I giggle and take the box from him before sitting back down on the couch. Hook sits down next to me and pats his lap. I carefully crawl into his lap and get comfortable. Instantly Killin’s arms go around my waist and his chin on my shoulder. I lean against him and tear off the paper to reveal a small, white, paper box. I open it and inside are two charms. The first one is a monkey with wings. It’s curved out of smooth, emarle green crystals. “For when you defeated The Wicked Witch of the West?” I question and he agrees with a nod and a loving kiss to my neck.

The second charm is made out of bright Ocean blue crystal in the form of a heart. In the middle of the heart is a golden anchor with the symbol of the Jolly Roger on it. The outside of the heart is embedded with silver gemstones. I turn it over in my hand and on the back of the charm it says I’d come back to this place a thousand times over to get you back.

The line plays over and over again in my head. It might not seem like much but it means everything to me. A while back, when I was still young, maybe about sixteen, Peter’s shade stole me off of Killin’s ship and kept me trapped on the island. That morning we all were planning on going home but Hook didn’t keep his end of the deal and so Peter stole me for his payout instead. It took Hook about five months to get back to me but he did and he saved me. When we got out of Neverland I asked why he came back and that’s the line he said. I’d come back to this place a thousand times over to get you back.

“Do ye like it?” Hook asks from behind me as he kisses my cheek.

“Oh my Hook…. It’s….. It’s wonderful! It must of cost a fortune for you to get it made!” I say, still adoring the new piece of jewelry.

He chuckles and moves my hair out of the way. “It sure was a pretty penny” He tells me, a smile beaming off his face.

I trace the charm’s outline for a while before asking “What’s the story behind this charm?”

Killin picks me up off of his lap and gently sets me down on the couch. “Once Upon a time there was a sweet little girl of the young age of thirteen. Her father was a terrible man, so terrible that he made the pirate that saved his lovely daughter seem like a hero.” He takes off my necklace and takes the charms from me as he continues on with the story - with our story. “Sadly the pirate couldn’t take her with him because she was so young but he wrote to her everyday. Along with that everytime he was back in town he’d have tons of presents for her. Flowers, perfumes, cloths, jewelry. Everything that she could possibly want or need. Along with all the big gifts he’d bring her charms from each one of his adventures. Every night he was in town the girl would sneak out and spend it with him. Going to the beach, stay on his ship or going out to the pub. Slowly over the years the pirate and the beautiful girl got closer and closer. To the pirates joy when the girl was fifteen she decided to run away with him. That night she packed up nothing but her most favorite outfits, her favorite book, this beautiful jewelry box made from the finest wood in all of the enchanted forest that would sing her her favorite song of the sea and her necklace with all her charms.” He puts the necklace back on me once he was the charms firmly clasped on the chain. His lips brush over my skin before he finishes the story. “Years have past since that day and the pirate still gets to litter his princesses in gifts and I’m happy to report that the two are still happily in love.”

I smile and turn towards Killin who’s smiling like an idiot. “That’s my favorite story.”

“It’s mine too.” He says back before catching my lips with his.

#OUAT Smut Hook KillinJones

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stylesdimplefeelings · 8 years ago

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Okay so I'm having to post this again because I was going through my page and for some reason this piece got deleted! Dunno how! Anyway, there's a part two to this and it just doesn't make sense without the first! *** Y/N loves flying out to see Harry. She loves hearing the enthusiasm in his voice when she tells him her vacation's been approved at work. She loves when Harry picks her up from airports, holding up the cutest handmade sign that reads 'Y/N!!(:'. Especially because he draws happy faces, or hearts, or loads of x's, and goes overboard with exclamation points sometimes. She loves hearing Harry go on and on about the town(or city) he's in at the time. Loves it when he talks about the locations that are popular, as if he really is all familiar, when in reality he's only just gotten there himself a day prior and hadn't even heard of the place before then. It makes her think that maybe he lays awake at night, before her arrival, studying these places, just so he can tell her all about them. She loves going out to sight see with him, wonderful spots she's never even dreamt of visiting. She really loves hanging out with the boys and the crew, and engaging with fans when they come up to Harry, or Liam, or Louis, or Niall. More than anything though, she loves spending time with Harry. This time it's different though, and if she's being honest, she's feeling a tad nervous. Well, that might be an understatement. Harry's quite excited though. It's been a while since he's seen his best friend. Sure, he's constantly phoning her, or messaging her, but it's not the same. So when he sees her with her luggage, the escalator moving too slow for his liking, he smiles wide in adoration. Definitely not the same. But here he is, his hair short and slicked messily to the side. With a sign that reads 'Y/N ♡ (:', just like she has missed. And as soon as she steps off the escalator, she drops her bags with a thud and Harry's striding towards her, arms open. "Missed you, kitten." He smiles into her hair, inhaling the refreshing yet familiar scent of vanilla. It's quite easy for Harry to pick her up and spin her then, and she gives a small squeak, but laughs anyway. "Been missing you since you left, you big movie star, you." And her voice is music to his ears, can never get enough. It's why their conversations always go into the wee hours of the morning. Harry sets her back down, gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "M'still the same ole lad that liked to work at a bakery." Harry never really does change. Always been so humble. "Hey! Did y'know-" "That you used to work at a bakery!" Y/N joins in, and they finish the sentence together. "I might've heard something about that, yes." They both chuckle before Harry takes her suitcase handle in his hand, "lemme help you with these, love." "How was the trip?" Harry questions, leading the way out. Y/N hasn't really known anything but quiet airports when it comes to visiting Harry. Always been best to arrive at night so the possibilities of getting swarmed are to a minimum. "Slept a lot. Got a bit of work done-" "You never really understood what a vacation was," Harry chuckles. And it's quite true. She can never really not do anything, and in that aspect, Harry and Y/N are much alike. But that's why she likes vacationing with Harry, he's able to distract her and really help her relax. "That's why m'here, darlin'." She retorts, "anyway. It was sort of weird, too. Couple of people came up to me, no idea who they were, and asked about ya." Harry raises an eyebrow at this. "Mhm-" she hums. By this time, he's loading her belongings into the back of a rental, before opening the passenger door for her, "one guy even asked for a picture with me." Harry makes his way around the front of the car, jumping so into the driver's seat. "S'now y'think you're all high an' mighty?" He teases, giving her a smirk and putting the car in drive. "Don't worry, you'll always be my number one," Y/N giggles, patting his hand set on the arm rest. Harry nods and laughs in amusement, "m'just glad you're here, poppet. M'excited for you to meet everyone." "Me too," she answers, unsure. And if it were anyone else, she might've gotten away with that, but it's Harry, and Harry knows her too well, so he takes her hand in his and gently squeezes it, smiling a reassuring smile "they're gonna love ya'." And just like she predicted, Harry's making sure to note places he's either read about or has been to on their way to the hotel. The pub he and his cast mates went to on a day off, restaurant they celebrated a crew member's birthday, park he likes to take a run through. But Y/N still can't help the uneasiness that creeps back up, because when she visited Harry on tours, she knew mostly everyone. Even when Harry wasn't around because he was rehearsing, or in wardrobe, or performing, she still had Lou and Lux, sometimes Gemma and Meredith. But now, she's not going to know anyone but Harry, and that's a little scary when she thinks about it. Who is she going to talk to when Harry's on set. She really doesn't want to come off as a loner. And she's naturally super shy, so she doesn't want his cast ages to think she's stuck up either. "Here we are," Harry's voice cuts through her thoughts, "you'll be sleeping in the room next to mine. S'got a door that connects 'em, so I'll be a step away." Harry's always been so considerate with her, to the point where it feels like she's being babied. But she doesn't mind, cos he tells her he's just being cautious. Wouldn't want anything to happen to her, and she knows, he's always been real protective. "S'that mean I can come over to yours?" Y/N doesn't mean to sound like a child. Usually the first night in a foreign city she spends in Harry's room. They'll be watching movies or just talking until Y/N is more at ease, and eventually he'll get her to sleep. She always tells him she'll try her best not to bother him, but she can't think of anything better than cuddling up to Harry. And Harry assures her he doesn't mind. Not at all. He's always said he sleeps much better when he's got someone to cuddle. "Door's gonna be wide open-" he smiles, pushing his floor number button with his thumb once inside the lift, "-figuratively, o'course." Y/N smiles at him, her way of saying 'thank you', before she yawns and rubs at her eyes. When the lift comes to a halt, Harry helps a now very sleepy Y/N out, leading the way with the palm of his hand on her back. Times likes these he's got to make sure his steps are shorter, wouldn't want to hurry her up. He slides the keycard and opens her suite door, setting her belongings down next to the TV stand. "Up you go," he whispers now, noticing how droopy her eyes have gotten. He pulls the covers back, letting her slip under before he's taking off her sneakers and settling her into bed. The upside in having her arrive at night is that she always wears bed time clothes to ensure she's comfortable. "I'll make sure to wake you for brekkie. G'nite, kitten." With a light kiss to her temple, Harry makes his way next door into his own room. A room that feels just a little empty now for some reason. And Harry stands here in the dark, a feeling of relief washing over him as he runs his fingers through his hair. He slips off his boots, then his shirt, and lastly his pants before deciding on a warm shower, excited that tomorrow, Harry will finally be able to introduce to everyone the girl he's been going on about for a while now. *** Harry wakes up to a slight stream of light coming in through the curtains, a hand instinctively feeling the spot next to him, in hopes that it wouldn’t be empty, but when he feels nothing but cool sheets, he can’t ignore the feeling of disappointment in the pit of his stomach. One thing Harry always counted on is Y/N's body next to him. Doesn't matter whether she's cuddled up to him, arm flung across his torso and face buried in his neck, or if she's a ball of limbs sleeping inches away from him, hair laid messily against white sheets. He finds comfort in the way she breathes, her hands mindlessly reaching over to him to touch him, any part of him. That's why she's his favourite to cuddle. Let's him move her around any which way he wants, and only nuzzles into him closer. When it's hot, she settles for Harry's arm around and under her neck, slung lazy on her shoulder, her head on his chest. When it's cold, she lets him spoon her, his torso warm against her back, arms locked around her waist and their legs tangled. Sometimes he rubs her tummy, too. Knows she likes it when he rubs her tummy. It's why he prefers it when it's cold. "Morning sunshine!" And just like that, a smile creeps over him as he looks over at Y/N make her way to the edge of his bed laying out his clothes on top, "completely knocked out last night. Woke up real early! I've picked out your outfit! Now let's get going before you're late!" Y/N's not sure what got into her. The sudden confidence seems to have her over excited now, giddy and in a hurry to get to Harry's work. "Woah! Whas' gotten into yeh?" Y/N knows the drill the second Harry sits up and reaches for the cover, so she turns around and stares at the wall so he can change. She shrugs, "figured I should make the most of it. S'not everyday I get to hang out with famous people!" "Ayeeee! S'not nice!" Harry would be offended if he had an ego, but it really only reminds him that Y/N doesn't care that he's Harry Styles. "M'joking!" She turns around after hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled up. Harry gives her a playful glare before sliding his shirt over his head and his arms, tugging at the bottom and stretching it down. He looks at her through the bathroom mirror, talking to her about the people he's been spending time with as he washes his face and brushes his teeth. Minutes later, they're out for breakfast before heading to set. *** Y/N's having a grand time. She honestly doesn't know why she was so worried. Everyone's been so lovely to her. She was timid at first yeah, practically clinging to Harry when they arrived. But when he was taken to get into costume and she was left alone, a few of his cast mates approach her, making small talk before excusing themselves. She's observing, watching everyone scrambling around to their positions when one of the crew ladies offers her a donut, and she doesn't want to be rude and not take one, so she does, and boy is she glad she did. Because at that moment, a guy clad in a soldier costume, his face covered with what she's assuming is mud, reaches for the last glazed just when she's about to grab it. He apologises and hands it over to her, claiming he likes the chocolate ones better anyway. He politely introduces himself, jokingly tipping his imaginary hat. Fionn is his name, and she remembers him from a few of the first leaked pictures of Harry on the set. He asks her name, and when she tells him, he hmm's knowingly and says "so you're the famous Y/N" before taking another bite of his donut. Y/N's not sure how long they've been talking for, all she knows is that her face is starting to hurt from so much smiling. The sound of a train whistle brings her back, and she looks up to see Harry looking back at them, a look on his face that she can't make out. She waves at him, a huge smile on her face because she's finally here, looking at her very handsome best friend in action, and he doesn't wave back, rather keeps his stare stern before tucking his body back into the locomotive, causing her smile to fade.

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Elizabeth De La Piedra, Photographer

“I tell people I’m a child of the world. My parents are from Peru and that’s where I’m from, but when I was two we moved to Australia. I’m a Chicagoan now—I’ve been living in the States for seven or eight years—so, I have a crazy accent. I learned English watching 90210. [As a kid] I was bossy and I knew I wanted to be an artist. I would draw and paint, and I was always working on getting my drawings to scale, so I would take photos of what I wanted to draw to help with that. That made me think photography was more sustainable as a career—more technologically advanced. I really got into it when the internet began, when I was 12 or 13, and started blogging. At that age I didn’t know what I was doing—I was taking photos of my friends or of myself, and then I was using [Microsoft] Paint as my Photoshop. After high school I went to college for a little bit, but then I dropped out because I wanted to party. I worked in retail for a year before I re-applied to school and studied photography.

When I was 24 I moved from Sydney to Chicago because of my husband—I met him on MySpace. I may or may have not slid into his DMs. He’s a musician—he started a DJ group called Flosstradamus—and after I met him online he went on tour in Australia. We didn’t take it seriously until one day we did. Once you know, you know. I look back at it now, and if my daughter had done the same thing to me I would’ve been shitting myself. I spent a lot of time wondering if I was doing the right thing—the whole concept of moving for a man is gross. But I felt something special, and I didn’t want to spend my whole life wondering what if. So I moved to Chicago, then New York, and interned at Ryan McGinley, Magnum, and Chris Buck. I came back to Chicago and got married and had babies. I love it here. There’s something about the people in the Midwest—they’re really nice, they’re polite, they’re lovely. My life is so different now. I partied a lot in Australia… [Laughs] It’s the culture. The clubs were open really late, like until 6AM, and you have a lot of energy when you’re 19. I used to be one of those little girls who’d DJ at the bars, and stuff like that. In Chicago, I don’t really go out so much, mainly because I’m so tired these days with the kiddos. We do go to dinners and stuff. I love Café Marie-Jeanne. It’s a super cozy French place, and it’s really decadent and delicious. And I love all the Peruvian restaurants here—Peruvian food is flame!

When I’m getting ready the first thing I do is lock my door—no one’s allowed to come in. I’ll have a smoke, light a candle, and put on my true crime podcast—always. Right now my favorites are Generation Why and The Slow Burn. I have an outfit for everything. I’m like, ‘Golfing? Got you. Jury duty? Got you.’ So, I’ll get my outfit out, and then I’ll do my makeup. I use a brown liner on my eyes and to line my lips. My NYX one is my favorite. I love to line my lips—I’m a Latina, it’s a thing. For my cheeks I use Cloud Paint—a mixture of Dawn and Haze. I don’t go anywhere without blush, I look dead. I’ve really been feeling pearlescent colors, especially pearlescent lilacs. I’ll put Glossier Lidstar in Fawn and Lily on my eyelids, and a Sephora eye crayon in Lilac Shimmer is the base. Today I’m wearing Stretch Concealer, and I use my fingers to go under my eyes and around my mouth, where any uneven skin colors are. Then I mix Glossier Skin Tint in Dark with Giorgio Armani Luminous Silk Foundation—it makes it a little bit darker and I get a bit more coverage. After that I will put the Pat McGrath Skin Fetish Highlighter on the tops of my cheekbones, my brow bone, and the tip of my nose. Heavy eyebrows don’t look good on me, so I try to make it subtle. I use Boy Brow in Clear first, and then I color in my little spots with the Brown. MAC’s Prep and Prime setting spray helps everything settle and it makes my makeup look like skin, as opposed to something sitting on my skin. Then I always finish with Wowder in my t-zone. I don’t wear bronzer—sometimes I put the Haloscope in the bronzer color on the bottoms of my cheekbones to create a little depth. And then I use Lash Slick or Benefit They’re Real Mascara. Today I’m wearing Lash Slick because I’m wearing bright shadow and I don’t want my lashes to look too thick. I just love looking super natural, and taking everything I’ve got and turning it all the way up, so people are like, ‘Wow, what did you do?’ And I’m like, ‘Nothing!’ [Laughs] I used to do red a lot, and I’ve been doing really dark red verging on black lately. There’s Cyber from MAC, which is like a black-purple, and I have this really cool brown MAC called Photo. When you have brown skin, you have to be careful of the browns that you use because they can bring out different uneven tones. And then they can also make your teeth look yellow.

My skin’s really dry and porous, so I do a lot of exfoliating and cleansing. I use this Probiotic Tula stuff—it’s really gentle, and it maintains moisture but gets the oily stuff too. That one is followed by my Face Hero Oil by Go-To, which is an Australian brand. It’s mixed with a lot of good stuff like rosehip and jojoba oil. Once that sinks in, I put on either this Anti-Aging Night Moisturiser or this Tula one. I also use the Priming Moisturizer Rich. I use so much moisturizer. And then 50-plus SPF from Supergoop every day. I just got a Pixel facial, and I’m obsessed with that. I call it Black Mirror beauty because it’s just so extreme and out-of-control wild. It’s a laser, and they numb your face with lidocaine, and then they’ll pass the laser, which is like a little pixel point, across your entire face. That little point is like a little burn on your face. Then you’re covered in these burns, and they turn into tiny scabs, and the scabs fall off with new collagen. You have four or five days of downtime, so if you work from home it works, thank god. It’s actually not even the most brutal one, but it was really scary! It’s my face! My husband would look at me and just burst out laughing because I looked like a smashed crab or something. But it was so worth it. I went to Natural Beauty Med Spa. It is really expensive, so it’s a once a year thing. They have payment plans as well, if you really want it. After the treatment you need to put a lot of moisture into it, so Aquaphor, Cetaphil cream, and then after that just keep moisturizing and using sunscreen like there’s no tomorrow. And hats—you have to be out of the sun for eight weeks, so better to do it in the wintertime. On the other hand, a lo-fi thing I love to do is the Aztec Clay Mask—I mix it with apple cider vinegar. It gets rid of all the dead skin and it makes me feel younger. Then just any moisturizing mask—I’ve been using this Bliss one that’s honey, and it’s been really nice.

For my hair, I need a lot of moisture because it’s so coarse and curly. I started going gray when I was 15, so every three weeks I dye it. I also trim it every three months religiously—I go to Spoke and Weal in Chicago. They’re great for curly hair and embracing your curls. I like to use natural-based products like Aveda because they smell so good. I love the shampoo and conditioner Be Curly—I’ll put the Damage Remedy in first, and then it depends on how curly I want my hair. This is my everyday mousse, the Phomollient, and for extra curl I’ll use the Texture Tonic or Style Prep. For flyaways, I use Bumble and Bumble’s Invisible Oil and maybe the Control Force Hairspray on top to calm everything down. Especially from all the dyeing, I have to keep moisture in it so it doesn’t get too wild.

It gives me so much happiness to look down and have nice nails. I have acrylics, and I get them filled every two to three weeks. It’s something I look forward to—I never could afford it for the longest time—and it’s the extra touch on my outfits. I go to Asia Nails. I always get long almond and they’re always red. For my body, there’s a body oil by Go-To that smells amazing. Oil just makes you look really sexy. And I use Body Hero too, that’s a good one. And for fragrance, summer-y smells are nostalgic to me. I bought Margiela Beach Walk, which literally smells like sunscreen. My nighttime fragrance depends on how I feel. My favorite is Byredo 1996. I always like sexy, woody smells, so that one’s perfect for me. During the day I’ll use either Glossier or Margiela, but at night it’s woody, musky stuff.

When I get home I don’t do the whole routine. I usually do a wipe if I can—I just use my kids’ baby wipes because they’re around. I also like the coconut wipes from Walgreens—you know, they have the carrot ones and the cucumber ones? The coconut ones are the only ones that are moisturizing, and they don’t sting my face. If I’m not being lazy, I take my eye makeup off with the Lancôme Bi-Facil Eye Makeup Remover. I’ll do a cleanse, and then I’ll always do the oil and maybe the night cream, just so it can work for me.”

—as told to ITG

Elizabeth de la Piedra photographed by Tom Newton in Chicago on August 22, 2018.

Source: https://intothegloss.com/2018/09/elizabeth-de-la-piedra-interview/

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