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chaoticloving · 2 years ago

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my muse

harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: a lil blurb about the important moments leading up to Harry's wins, and little after <3

warnings: implied smut

As they’ve grown up and gotten use to being in the spotlight, Y/n and Harry have learned to enjoy teasing their relationship to the public. They still play dumb in interviews, even when the evidence is stacked against them, but as Y/n and Harry get older, they start to not care about the publicity of relationship.

One of those ways was going to events together. Ever since they've gotten invites to these types of things, their plus one has always been each other; whether it was the grammys or the oscars, they always were right there to support each other.

Tonight was no exception.

Harry was fidgeting with the rings on his figures as they were in the limo, waiting in the queue to get out and walk the carpet. He lifted up the ring on his left ring fingure to reveal a tattoo, one that matched the one on Y/n's same finger.

Y/n noticed Harry’s gazed on the ink and nudged him. “Don’t tell me that’s the one tattoo you regret.”

Harry’s smiled and shook his head. “Never would regret marrying you.” The inked band was delicately done, matching their actual wedding bands perfectly. Y/n took off one of her rings to reveal her matching one too, putting her hand next to Harry’s larger one.

“You’re going to do great tonight.” Y/n reassured. She squeezed his hand three times, a simple thing they did for each other just as a way to show their love. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They were blinded by the lights before they got the knock of the window from Harry’s security team. For shaded windows they did nothing to stop the bright flashes.

"Ready?" Y/n nodded and slid her ring back on. She followed Harry out of the limo door and put on a smile.

"Harry! Harry! Look this way!"

"Y/n! Harry! Are you two official?"

"Harry! Are you going to go home with Y/n?"

They smiled as they posed for the cameras. After nearly ten years of the "are-they-aren't-they", you'd think they would get over it.

"Hey." Y/n whispered into Harry's ear. "You're doing a costume change right?"

"Yup."

“Want me to give you a pre-celebration present?” Y/n whispered, her voice airy and breathy against her husbands ear.

Harry gulped, not sure if she’s implying what he thinks he is—he’s been caught out too many times with misinterpreting her comments. “What-ah, would that be?”

“Head.”

He gave a flashy grin for the camera.

“Thank you for the pictures but I think it’s time we should go.” Harry announces to the photographers and interviewers lined up. He causes a commotion, but when does he not? He doesn’t care as he grabs Y/n’s hand.

“I think that’s a new record.” Y/n jokes as she fixes her lipstick. “Get off from the couch and fix your hair. You look like a mess.”

“That was so good.” Harry practically moaned, still in his post orgasm high. “That thing you did with your tongue was truly some really great work.”

Harry was spread out on the couch of a small yet lavish room for performers of the night. It had a vanity, bathroom and small kitchen area inside--Harry thought he could live here.

“Nothing fancy.” She mumbled, but Harry wasn't yet done.

“And your hand groping my thighs and balls.” Harry gasped. "So good."

“Styles!” A loud bang, a distinct one at that. “Put your clothes on! I don’t want another Munich situation!”

Harry’s dazed was cut short by tripping over his old outfit—didn’t even take it fully off before Y/n went down on him—and racing to the hanger with his outfit for the evening. He knew that angry pounding on the door, and he did not want Jeff to see him naked again.

Y/n was giggling as she fixed her hair and got some spray to keep her makeup in place. "Stop ya laughin'"

Y/n shook her head as she got up from the vanity chair and opened the door, peeking her head out. "Jeff."

"Y/n." Jeff sighed and stifled a laugh. "Is he getting dressed?"

"Yup."

"Alright, just be out in five. Make sure he looks good."

"Will do."

She shut the door and was met with Harry tucking in his shimmery tank and buttoning the pants. Y/n smiled as Harry looked up, causing him to grin.

"Wha?" Harry grinned, walking over to his love. "Want another round? Could pay ya back."

"As much as I would love that I think Jeff is ready to kill us." They giggled as they lightly kissed, foreheads resting on each other.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"And the grammy, for Album of the year goes to..." Trevor Noah held his breath as he opened the envelope, smiling as he read out the card. "Harry Styles, Harry's House!"

Applause rang out as Harry cupped his face with his hands and then reached over to topple onto Y/n--who was frozen with shock--engulfing her in the tightest hug they've had since their wedding.

"I-I won." He voice was shaky, breathless despite sitting. "They called my name right?"

They broke apart, staring deep into each others eyes as Y/n nodded, eyes watering. "Yeah, go accept your award!”

She pushed Harry away, towards the stairs and the award. Lizzo was filming their hug and kept her camera focused on Y/n a bit longer before she flipped it round and filmed her face.

"Shit." Harry's voice rang out. "Thank you for this award. Since it's a big one, I want to explain this album a bit more."

Harry cleared his throat before he spoke. "I wrote this album for my person. Someone that has been by my side for everything in my life. All of the big things and all of the things that caused me to go to my lowest, you've been there, and I hope you could tell by this album."

Harry looked at y/n directly, something that was not missed by the room.

"I always keep you in my heart, especially when I can't be with you physically. Writing about you makes it seem like you're there right beside me. And I want you to know how much I love you when we are apart, when you can't reach me or my mum won't let me hang up the phone."

Harry sighed, not sure what to say next, except for one thing.

"For family." Harry lifted up the grammy and applause rang out. He was escorted off the to the side of stage, making sure to catch one last look at his muse. He didn't want to be apart from her for much longer. He wanted to go spend time with her, but of course, photos needed to be done.

He tried to reach for his phone in his pocket every now and then, wanting to call his mum and sister, tell them the big news even though he knew they would be home watching it on their telly—no doubt they were calling Y/n as he poses for some updates on the boy—but he left it with y/n who no doubt was taking a bunch of photos of herself while waiting.

Harry ment everything he said about his family, his with his wife and child, even the little critters that he wasn't too sure of at first; Harry just couldn't believe his life was going this perfect.

Once he was finally released from the photographers hold, Harry ran back to Y/n, making a couple wrong turns along the way, but eventually running in to the girl he was looking for in a small room outside of where they were filming the show.

"I won!" Harry's voice broke, nearly in tears again as Y/n's head whipped from who she was talking to--Adele, who quickly excused herself with a smile-- to embrace her love.

"I'm so proud of you!" They squeezed each other until both could hardly breath. "You deserved both of those grammys, love."

She started peckering a bunch of kisses all over his face, hands now squeezing his so squeezable face. "What do you want to do now? Go back to the show? After party? I got us invited to a couple so you can pick-"

"I kind of want to head home." Harry admitted. "Spend some time with you and the babe. That's all I want now."

Y/n smiled, giving him one last kiss on his little stumble. "Not even sex?"

Thats caused Harry to smile, kissing her cheek. "As enticing as that sounds I think it would be best to keep that for the morning." Harry sighed, starring into the mother of his child, his wife, his love, his one and only's eyes. "I love you. More than anything I could describe."

"You're going to make me cry." Harry's own eyes started to water, kissing the corner of her eye. He pulled her down the hall, to the back, where he organized a limo to be able to drop them off home whenever they pleased. Now seemed like a good time.

Harry came, saw, and conquered. Now, all he wanted to do was spend time at home with the ones who mattered.

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dearly-somber · 5 days ago

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2 soon | l.ch

-> pairing. lee chan x reader (f)

-> genre. angst, exes-to-???

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1105

-> warnings. Reader is intoxicated 👍🏻

-> a/n. This song was my introduction to keshi!

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Jan. 7th, 2021 @ 19:21

-> edited. Wed., Oct. 24th, 2022 @ 21:38

It had been a full year now, and you weren't feeling any better.

"C'mon, we should go out! Lighten up, Y/N, it's been ages—"

"It's only been a year, Eunhi." You mumbled from your spot on the bed. You had moved in with your best friend after the breakup and hadn't made any plans on ever really leaving.

"Plus, it's the 11th..." You seemed to press yourself further into the covers, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying on the spot.

"It's his birthday, so what? It's about time you get over him!"

"It's the same day I broke up with him, Eunhi. Just let me be sad today!"

"No, none of that!" Eunhi said defiantly, pulling the covers over your head and pulling you up before looking you in the eyes. "Go out with me today, and I'll let you mope for the whole of tomorrow as compensation." She said, looking earnest in her attempt to get you up and going.

You sighed, sitting up straighter. With a bright smile, your friend went to pick out an outfit for you, leaving you to try and wake yourself up by scrolling through your phone. What you hadn't prepared for, however, was to see a picture of him on his birthday last year. You started crying at the memory, the photo on your phone going blurry...

"Happy birthday!" You and twelve others had chorused happily, laughing loudly as you watched Chan smile his charming smile and laugh his adorable laugh, your heart melting at the sight.

Mingyu had put one of those stupid party hats over his head, and Coups had been walking over with the cake, carefully manouvering around the dark room, since everyone had turned the lights off to illuminate Chan in the candle light.

You had been smiling from behind the camera as you filmed, watching him closely as he made a speech about how it had been one of the best birthdays he'd ever had in his whole twenty-one years of living. He had spared a glance in your direction, smiling cutely before taking a big breath to blow out the candles.

You had made sure to snap a shot before he could finish, everyone hollering at the new year with their maknae, a feeling of overwhelming happiness bubbling in your chest. In the midst of all the celebration, you hadn’t noticed Chan sneaking up next to you until he was right on top of you.

"I love you..." He’d whispered into your ear, side hugging you with a huge grin on his face.

You had smiled softly, had leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I love you, too."

•••

You took around two hours to get changed, fix your hair and let Eunhi do your make-up, feeling excited but nervous at the same time. This would be the first time that you'd actually go to a party since mid to late last year. You quietly wondered about how you might've forgotten how to party, let loose and enjoy yourself, but boy, were you wrong...

Around two to three hours after you had arrived, both you and Eunhi were absolutely wasted, thanks to so many rounds of shots, plus beer and soju.

Eunhi ended up going home with some guy she had met earlier that night, and you found yourself stumbling down the street and unconsciously walking to a house you hadn't been to in months.

•••

When you finally arrived at the front door, looking just like you had remembered it, you knocked and giggled to yourself about God knows what.

"Hello?"

"Soonyoung oppa!" You shouted excitedly, falling into the man at the door whom you had recognized almost immediately, even in your drunken state. The man in question widened his eyes, shock clear on his face. He tried to hold you up as best as he could, calling over his shoulder for Seungcheol and Mingyu to help him carry you inside.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Mingyu asked in a concerned voice as he helped stabilize you, Hoshi closing the door behind him and letting Mingyu and Coups take you to the couch. You looked around the house in wonder, burping and giggling to yourself.

"Wah, I didn't think I'd make it here. It's a very long walk, you know—"

"You walked here? On your own? At night?" Coups asked furiously, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Y/N, so many things could've gone wrong!"

"I'm sorry..." You said with a pout, looking teary eyed. Wonwoo suddenly appeared from behind Mingyu, crouching down in front of you and looking at S.Coups warningly.

"Why are you here, Y/Nie?” He asked gently and with a warm smile as he calmed you down. You laughed and patted his cheek as if it was a normal occurance.

"Wha d'you mean? I came for Channie's birthday party, silly! D'you think I forgot?" You giggled stupidly to yourself, removing your shoes as you started looking around.

"Where is Chan, by the way? I haven't seen him a-ll day!" You searched the room frantically, getting emotional and teary-eyed and whiny while the others tried quieting you down.

"Guys, what's going…” Chan froze before he could finish his sentence, halfway inside the living room and watching as you were frantically screaming at Hoshi for not telling you were Chan was, asking if it was another stupid prank. “… on.”

Everyone went silent and your eyes lit up, moving toward Chan with a happy smile.

"Chan-ah!"

"What is she doing here?" Chan asked in a shaky voice, looking between his hyungs and back to you as you neared.

"She's drunk. She walked all the way—"

"She what?" Chan said, looking mad enough to break something. Turning to look at you, he began to chastise you but was cut off when you suddenly wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Happy birthday, Channie." You seemed to be crying as you held onto him, Chan looking almost as pained as you felt. He patted your back gently, leaning into you and whispering calming things into your hair until you eventually passed out. He carried you to the couch. He sat there, watching you sleep.

"What're you gonna do?” Hoshi asked him before he went to sleep. Chan shrugged, looking at his hyung with a smile.

"I'm gonna talk to her tomorrow, when she's sober. We need to talk..." He said thoughtfully, wishing his friend goodnight before eventually falling asleep with his head resting against the couch.

Though it might've been too soon, he had realized just how much he had missed you.

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isaacswhy · 6 months ago

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dating bigt and nick hc? pretty please with s cherry on top

dating tanner & nick hcs :)

the silly and the (pretending to be) serious

as the pic may suggest, gym dates are something you are constantly invited to

although tanner does frequently just spend most of it fucking around and nick is just trying to get you guys to take it serious

they love taking you to new restaurants. if you came with them to japan you were going EVERYWHERE and eating everything

nick likes to ask you if his outfits are good while you sometimes have to make sure tanner doesn't go out dressed like a toddler

tanner does the dumbest shit and is like "omg babe babe take a picture of this" to you and nick is just shaking his head. like what is he doing

nick likes more serious photoshoots but tanner gets so excited and gush-y if you take a really good photo of him

you have so many of their clothes. sometimes they go to your room to take some back and end up wearing each other's hoodies

the vlogs go crazy. since you got together there's just been so many vlogs where it's nick, tanner, and you

if you're not really comfortable being on camera you become nick's cameraman, and it's just you filming nick and tanner's shenanigans

tanner made you his phone wallpaper day 1 and got SO upset when he noticed nick hadn't changed his yet

nick made his just a photo of you that he loved but now it's a photo of the three of you and your heart just melts

because the thing is. nick and tanner really do get along. they don't really get jealous of each other and the communication is great

like of course they squabble. you've seen nick throw a fit because tanner took the one gsupps shaker cup he wanted to use that day. but they get along really well

tanner is the most physically affectionate and clingy member of the group, while nick is one of the least. so expect many cuddles from tanner and many gifts from nick

both love quality time. although nick will just chill silently in your room while tanner just yaps the whole time

you better try to stay up to date on their anime because all conversations devolve into discussions and debates on it

both of them love to send you gym progress pics. random mirror photos and only sometimes with shirts on. enjoy

they both also love tattoos and would 100% get matching ones with you if you wanted to. also tanner shows you ones he wants and you have to keep him from putting crazy shit on himself

when they're out doing things/on a trip they always send you random videos doing the weirdest shit. there is no guessing what you will see

it's mostly tanner being either paid to do smth or going "should i do it??" while nick enables this/pays him

they're always trying to get you on the podcast as a guest

you are chat's only hope to get either of them to stream at a consistent rate. good luck soldier

so many late night cuddles with tanner in his bed. his room is so cozy with his lighting and everything

nick is much more into quiet time spent in bed together on your phones and then cuddling up when you decide it's time to sleep

tanner is much more verbally expressive of his love, he loves very loudly and everybody will know he loves you

but nick is much quieter and sweeter about it. cuddles up behind you at night and wraps his arms around your waist, mumbling 'i love you' into the back of your neck

tanner sometimes comes up with the goofiest pet names. very much a babe/baby/pookie bear guy.

nick likes babe. he will call you by your name most times. occasionally says baby. will cringe at tanner's pet names

the group chat between you 3 is interesting. many strange videos and pictures of them. occasional loving memes

they're too nervous to post the workout/progress pics in the gc so they send them to you privately

nick likes to send pics of the food he eats at cool restaurants and then tanner sends back his doordash fast food order

it's a lovely little dynamic

#bigt #bigt x reader #softwilly #softwilly x reader #tgc #tgc x reader #the group #the group x reader #the group chat #isaacwhy #yumi #larry croft #headcanons #poly tgc

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iloveelvisss · 1 month ago

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Always Missing You

AN: I'm not stealing ideas from anyone, I just love this scenario. So here we are.. enjoy ;)

•••

"Hello everyone! I'm Y/N Presley, and this is my life in looks." You took a quiet deep breath before continuing. "I'm so honored to be here right now." 'A sweet smile, cross your arms.'

You grabbed the book as it was slid over the table to you, flipping to the first page. "Oh wow, I haven't seen this one in a very long time. Now this must have been late 1958, the first photo I have with Elvis."

You stared down at the picture. You had convinced your mom to let you wear one of her dresses, and she had helped you put some mature looking makeup on, much to your father's dismay. You met Elvis at a dinner party in Germany, immediately falling head over heals. "Did you two stay in touch while in Germany?" The interviewer brought you out of your thoughts.

"Oh yes. We courted each other until my departure in the later months of 59'. I went to University in the states." You nodded along to his question. The next picture made you giggle under your breath. "This was in 62' I had just turned 20. I was visiting Graceland for the first time, along with seeing Elvis again after three years. I was so scared he wouldn't see my in the same way, I was wrong of course." You let out another giggle, looking at your young figure smiling next to Elvis, both of you wearing purple.

You struggled a bit with flipping the page, but once you got it you were hit with a strong wave of emotion. You tried to hold back the tears at the sight of your most famous wedding picture. You had your hands resting on that spot between his neck and chin, his holding you close by the waist as you shared a kiss. "Jerry Schilling took this one. This was both Elvis and I's favorite. He always told me how 'gorgeous' I looked in my dress." You delicately ran your fingers over the photo.

"What was your inspiration on this look?" The same interviewer asked. "Oh I wouldn't exactly say I had an inspiration, Elvis proposed and said we'd be married in two months. I really, kinda panicked thinking I'd never find a dress in time." You didn't know when you started crying but you went to wipe a tear away. " I knew I wanted something more on the modern side of that age. I saw the dress on a window display and knew I wanted it. I just loved the long sleeves and how it fit my figure so well."

You decided to move on after a minute or so. "This was a favorite of mine. We had Lori a year before, so that would mean this was taken in 71'. I remember everyone loving how all three of us matched with the red, the fringe on my skirt was especially talked about. It was a fun time." 'Hold the tears in a little longer Y/N.'

"Did you or do you ever regret marrying Elvis Presley?" Now that question caught you off guard but you didn't miss a beat. "No of course not. Sure there were times we had our arguments, but I never regretted my choice. There will always be a part of me that is love with him, and I don't regret saying that either." With a matter of fact smile you flipped the page.

Only two more pages left. "Lori's fourth birthday, 74'. Elvis and I's divorce had been finalized for two months, and I think we were both struggling a bit. We celebrated together at Graceland for the sake of her though, and we brought out the matching outfits again with the dark blue." You didn't think this interview would bring up so many hidden emotions.

"Would you say that the two of you stayed friends afterwards?"

"Oh yes. We were very good friends, we just didn't work as more than that for some reason."

One more page after this. "This is when I flew out to Vegas so Lori could watch her daddy. We hadn't been together as a 'family' for a while so it was good to catch up as friends, and Lori had a blast. I loved the boho style at that time."

"My modeling career had just kicked off in this picture. I had dyed my hair a light brown, a little auburn too. Elvis died two months later, I had seen him for the last time four days before he passed."

The interviewer passed you a pen before continuing on with his questions. "Do you have a favorite look from the ones we went over today?"

"My wedding dress will always be my favorite from my marriage years. The red fringe dress comes in as a strong second I think. Do you have one?" You asked with a polite smile, holding the pen.

He nodded. "Your dress from 62' is amazing. Thank you for asking, that made my day!" He ended with a blush.

You signed the blank page in the back of the book, memories of Elvis shooting into your brain at rapid speed. He always loved you handwriting, and he had told you on numerous occasions that he liked the way your signature looked with his last name.

"Well I believe this is the end of this interview, I had a splendid time! Thank you for having me and I hope you enjoyed going over my life in looks just as much as I did." You clasped your hands in front of you, putting on a grin. "I'm Y/N Presley, and I love each and every one of you!!"

When the cameras stopped rolling you gave all of the crew members a hug, along with pictures and autographs for the ones that wanted them. As you got into your car a single thought crossed your mind. 'Always missing you baby...'

Heyyy, so this is actually my first ever imagine I made for Elvis, so it’s honestly crap, but enjoy… maybe? Anyways, much love!

#70s #elvis fic #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #vintage #elvis fans #elvis the pelvis #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #fanfic #elvis presley fanfiction #70s elvis

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blacklegsanjiii · 11 months ago

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wait ohmygod imagine lusan in warlord!sanji au. luffy goes through so many shovel talks that stop midattempt bc all the warlords are very protective over their kid but they can tell without minutes of meeting luffy that hes the best there can be. luffy has no idea theres a shovel talk hes just happy to talk to ppl who have sanjis baby pictures and embarrassing stories. tho i guess this kinda scenario works with other ships too

Two different anons with the same energy I love it.

God that'd be hilarious. I feel like Jinbei wouldn't even try honestly after seeing WCI. And he is talking to the others. They all coparent someone who is so reckless and willing to die. It's like they kidnap the seraphim and go to Karai Bari where the warlords are all at because Jinbei called ahead and is like "I HAVE NEWS I WILL TELL YOU WHEN WE GET THERE!"

The Warlords and the Strawhats are all staring at each other as Boa tries not to swoon for Luffy. The seraphim are with them and looking at them all like they're dumb. Jinbei is so excited as he looks at his other coparents who are looking at mini versions of themselves and to the pirate crew and then to Jinbei specifically. Buggy is so confused and scared. He knows that Sanji is the kid of his "lieutenants" and the other three warlords but like honestly, he's scared.

"What the hell are these?" Crocodile asks.

"Seraphim is what Vegapunk called them. Look at them! It's us!" Jinbei says excitedly. "I know I've been unfairly having too much time-"

"You're in the crew!" Boa yells with a finger. "Of course you get a bunch of extra time with them!"

"But now with these you can all have a child again as well!" Jinbei grins and Mihawk just crouches down in that "Oh no God why me way" as he looks at their kid. Basically. Sanji is gripping their hair which Jinbei tries to get him to let go of. Doffy strings Sanji's hands to get them to stop. The Crew is ready to fight.

"Calm down, it's fine, I wasn't going to kill them this time." Doffy laughs.

"Oh but you would have last time?!" Sanji yells at him.

"If it came to it." Doffy shrugs with a grin and Sanji just starts yelling at him in a foreign language. Doffy is just laughing and then Sanji's legs light on fire and Mihawk groans. Crocodile sighs while Boa runs forward and holds Sani in a bear hug and squeals about no one mentioning that! She has Sanji in the air and spinning. Sanji is yelling at her now as Doffy laughs his ass off.

"What is going on?" Usopp asks in despair.

"He's our child, duh." Boa says.

"Well I'm their boyfriend so can you let them go?" Luffy asks. Nami chops Luffy's head, Zoro is screaming at Luffy for saying that and Mihawk for hiding it.

"So just to be clear, our child can set themself on fire, is dating their captain, Doffy almost killed them and would have if it came to it." Crocodile says.

"And they can sky walk." Jinbei nods proudly. Boa screams in delight and swings Sanji around more as they screams in another language and just losing it at his crew but Luffy blanks out.

"Sanji. Family meeting. Buggy, entertain them." Mihawk demands.

"Why me? Are you taking those things?" Buggy screams gesturing at the seraphim.

"No." And all the parents leave and Sanji is being carried by Boa as he's still yelling.

After the meeting Doffy, Crocodile, and Jinbei agree it's not worth trying to give Luffy a shovel talk. Boa and Mihawk on the other hand are going to give their child's captain a deep, deep, shovel talk. Also everyone is asking about the fire and Boa and Crocodile are picking apart his outfit which Boa and Sanji say Croc doesn't really have a leg to stand on there.

When they filter out of the tent where said family meeting took place they see Buggy and some of his crew members doing circus acts for the Strawhats and Seraphim. Luffy immediately rockets to Sanji and saying he's hungry and Sanji nods and invites everyone to the Sunny for dinner.

"Wait, so did you know Sanji before us?" Usopp asks Robin.

"No, I had heard of them but by the time I joined Sanji was already working at Baratie." Robin answers.

"How come you never told me the cook was your kid?" Zoro asks Mihawk.

"Because that would include explaining this convoluted mess and Sanji would have told you if they wanted to." Mihawk answers. "Strawhat found out at Marineford."

"What'd I find out?" Luffy asks.

"That we are Sanji's parents. Although there was quite a lot going on so I don't blame you for forgetting." Jinbei says with a pat to Luffy's shoulder.

"How did five warlords even end up with a kid?" Franky asks.

"Mihawk got me and Zeff off the rock and I went with him. Didn't want to leave me alone on Kuriagana so I went with him to meetings." Sanji shrugs. "The first few times I went with the others was because he had a job and then I just started getting passed around."

"You were so tiny back then!" Boa wails as she grabs Sanji and holds them close. Franky sets up the barbeque outdoor counters and Sanji frees themself and mutters the whole way to the galley to start gathering ingredients and supplies. Boa saddles up next to Luffy and starts to try the shovel talk but then she watches Sanji start chopping and slicing as the grill heats and just watches Luffy watch Sanji with the softest eyes. So instead she thanks him for getting Sanji back from Germa.

"Well yeah, he's my cook." Luffy says like it's obvious and suddenly to Boa it is.

Mihawk tries when Sanji drags Zoro to go do dishes with him saying it shouldn't take too long. Luffy is playing with the Seraphim who seem interested but confused. Luffy doesn't have a lot patience but he does have a lot of perseverance so he takes to teaching these things easily. Mihawk simply nods at Luffy who smiles widely at him.

When Sanji comes back out Nami wraps an arm around them and with a devilish grin.

"So how many drinks do I have to give out before I start to hear embarrassing stories?" Nami asks sweetly.

"Please don't." Sanji says.

"One time I took Perona and Baby 5 to Baratie and Sanji almost died five times!" Doffy calls from where he's perched next to Crocodile.

"Perona knew!?" Zoro yells.

"Yes, but she would only go to Kuriagana. I spent a lot of time painting nails." Mihawk drawls.

"Oh, I forgot to mention on our previous phone call but Sanji did kick Saint Jupiter." Jinbei nods proudly.

Mihawk pinches the bridge of his nose and groans as Doffy laughs. Boa is once again swinging Sanji around, Crocodile nods his approval at their child. Sanji is then pulled to their captain as the parents tell about Sanji's childhood. Boa coming through with photos she had marines take at warlord meetings of Sanji and their parents doing their absolute best or worst depending on the photo.

#strawhat pirates #sanlu #lusan #boa hancock #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #donquixote doflamingo #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #sir crocodile #jinbei #jimbei #warlord!sanji

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₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ 2023 KBS MUSIC BANK GLOBAL FESTIVAL/BEHIND THE SCENES

‪⋅˚₊‧ synopsis‧₊˚ ⋅ the last event of 2023 for txt and of course they had to end it with a bang

Red carpet outfit | makeup | nails | hair

᧔o᧓ the flashing lights were blinding and the photographers yelling out the members names was nothing new to the group. They kept their smiles on and continued posing until the MC came to ask questions.

᧔o᧓ “Joohyung-ssi how does it feel to finally perform one of your songs with a few of your members?” The MC asked. “I’m so excited! I always wanted to do this. I hope moa are just as excited and please cheer loudly for us.” Joohyung got embarrassed towards the end making everyone chuckle.

᧔o᧓ the MC made them each turn and say something nice to another. Beomgyu looked at Joohyung and even before saying anything the photographers went crazy with snapping pictures of the couple. With the sudden action made both of laugh. Beomgyu cleared his throat before speaking, “Joohyung is the definition of a perfect idol that our group is very proud of.” It was short and sweet which made Joohyung beam at him.

᧔o᧓ Joohyung turned to Yeonjun “um…” Joohyung was getting embarrassed again. “Y-you practice so hard and I admire you a lot for how hard working you are…um yeah.”

“Noona what was that?” Yeonjun laughed while hugging a flustered Joohyung. “I’m sorry, I was put on the spot.” Joohyung covered her face with her hands. “It’s ok noona.” Yeonjun rubbed her back comforting her.

᧔o᧓ Joohyung did go viral from her abs being more defined along with her elegant looks throughout the night. With her pearly white hair color Joohyung was called ice queen all over social media.

Gotta Go outfit | makeup | hair

᧔o᧓ the second those stage lights turned on the whole venue filled with screams. The trio just had a chic aura to them with this performance. Joohyung combined the original feminine dance moves with a masculine touch to them to suit Yeonjun and Beomgyu better in the company opinion. Joohyung would still dance to the original choreo towards the end of the main chorus.

᧔o᧓ Yeonjun and Joohyung got to share the high note with each other which moas erupted with cheer. Soon after the high note Joohyung got on the floor to so you iconic leg move. This performance was definitely the talk of the night and probably the most anticipated one.

The main performance outfit | makeup | hair

᧔o᧓ during ‘CTF’ the camera zoomed in on Joohyung during her part and she gave a flirty wink causing moas to scream. During the performance Joohyung felt her hair get caught on the gems on her jean jacket, so when it was time to take them off for ‘Tinnitus’ the jacket took some of Joohyung’s hair out of her braid. She held in her whimper from the pain and continued on performing.

᧔o᧓ many people praised Joohyung for doing hard choreo in heels, singing live while dancing, and for her amazing facial expressions.

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Practice outfit

᧔o᧓ “I miss the memo today.” Joohyung laughed, as she looked at her pink set and the all the members dark fits. The video then cut to the members looking at Joohyung’s abs, “I’m jealous of noona.” Kai pointed at Joohyung’s stomach. “You should come with us to the gym then.” Joohyung teased Kai. “I’m lazy~”

᧔o᧓ Soobin made Joohyung practice with him for his stage with Arin from Oh My Girl. He kept on smiling and laughing at Joohyung straight face while doing such a lively dance. “Noona you have to act cute!” Soobin whined, as he kept on dancing. “Fine.” Joohyung switch to being cute making Soobin burst out laughing.

᧔o᧓ the video shows the new trio practicing for ‘Gotta Go’. “Joohyung how about we do this-” Yeonjun shows what he thinks looks better in the dance. “Let’s try it.” The three continue practicing. Joohyung even practices her singing while dancing causing moas to go crazy on twitter with all the clips of her raw vocals.

᧔o᧓ Joohyung came to support Yeonjun as he was going to film his VCR intro. “It’s looks so good.” Joohyung watched Yeonjun through the tv. Once Yeonjun came back out of breath Joohyung immediately gave him a water bottle and hugged him, “you did so good junie-ah~”

᧔o᧓ it was now Soobin’s turn to perform his duo stage and just before leaving Joohyung stopped him to fixed his hair and outfit one last time. “There, you’re perfect.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you noona.” He just wanted to squeeze her with how endearing she was being.

᧔o᧓ “woah, woah, noona you look so chic!” Taehyun big boba eyes stare at Joohyung’s whole look. “Thanks, I really love it.” Joohyung looked into the mirror while fixing little things about her stage outfit. “Want me to take photos for you?” Yeonjun asked, already getting his phone ready. Joohyung gasped, “will you?” Yeonjun hummed ‘yes’ and already started pointing the camera towards Joohyung. They spent a good 10 minutes takes pictures, some solos pics then duo, and finally many trio ones. Just before leaving to the stage Joohyung started warming up her vocals and singing her parts. “I have to make sure my voice is in good condition before going.” Joohyung did feel a bit of pressure to perform the best she can, especially with this anticipated stage.

᧔o᧓ Joohyung came back to the waiting room squealing with happiness. “We were so good! I couldn’t even hear because of the cheers.” Everyone clapped and explained how good it looked. “I heard it through my ear-ins.” Beomgyu told the camera.

᧔o᧓ the group got a little break before their main group performance since they only had to perform short versions of their individual stages because they pre recorded the day prior. Joohyung mainly just fell asleep on the couch while Taehyun and Yeonjun did mini workouts.

᧔o᧓ the camera showed Soobin watching the ‘Gotta Go’ performance. “Woah they did a good job. Noona look so pretty with her makeup.” He chuckled while fixing his ear-ins and headset mic.

᧔o᧓ finally the members were done with all their performances and the cameraman showed them walking back into their waiting room. “Look there’s a chuck of my hair stuck.” Joohyung showed the camera her white hair strands clinging into the jewels of the jacket. “Did it hurt?” Yeonjun gasped at the sight. “It did! I had to hold in the pain.” Joohyung threw the jacket onto a makeup chair. “I had to suck in the tear that was coming out because of how hard I pulled it.” Joohyung cried, as she threw herself in the couch.

᧔o᧓ “I think moas will enjoy all of our performances from today and we really enjoy performing all of our songs.” Joohyung did a mini clap, as she spoke. “Everyone did an amazing job today. Well done!” The members clapped before saying ‘fighting!’

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc

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Mum says it's my turn to write!

(Based on that break in idea I had)

The plan was simple, Patrick had told them, wait for the owner to leave, smash the window in the back, steal everything not bolted down. It was simple:sell everything they stole to the pawn shop down the street and under that shitty breakfast place, make bank, go back to the frat house and use that money to party all night long.

Marcus glanced at the other three of this “Operation”, Patrick (their self proclaimed “Leader”), Nicholas (the “Brains”- the mere thought made Marcus roll his eyes), and Tom (that football playing brute). And then, of course, him- the only one of the group who knows how to drive a car.

Truth be told- he knew this was a stupid, bad idea. They were committing theft, a crime punishable by law, and even if the police here were chill as hell, that doesn’t mean this was alright. But he needed that cash, and he needed the good social credit with these dumbasses to get through the rest of his college courses in peace.

He just has to finish those courses- and then he can leave this backwater town behind and live it with his business major in some fancy city somewhere.

“Oh- there they are.” Patrick whispered and pulled the group down into the bush- poor thing- and watched as a lanky person exited the house, locking the door behind them. Marcus raised a brow at the weird outfit- white lab coat and red goggles?- before shaking his head and watching as this poor bastard entered into their car- beaten up thing, almost as bad as his car is- and drove off.

The rag tag team of thieves waited for a few more moments to see if they’d return, but after a minute or two Patrick stood, smiled at them and motioned for the group to move.

Marcus took a deep breath to banish away the rising feelings of guilt and shame as he followed after his “friends”- god they were actually going to do this, robbing this poor guy blind- and had to close his eyes as Tom broke the lock on the back window, shoving it up so hard a small crack formed on it.

“Remember- everything that isn’t bolted down.” Patrick snickered- like this was funny, like this was a fucking gaming and not a criminial action- and climbed in, followed shortly by the other two. Marcus waited at the window, his stomach flipping and throat thick.

He could run and leave these dumbfucks with no ride back, he could do the right thing and call the police station, there are many things he could do…

And he chose to climb into that window.

…It was a nice house, a bit small from the looks of it. The kitchen seemed nice, with its wooden floors…with….claw marks on them??? Maybe the dude has a pet. There was a cork board with newspaper clips pinned to it, a sink full of dishes (mood my guy, mood)....multiple things of peanut butter jars on the counter (not even the good kind of peanut butter) and a fridge with more claw marks on it.

Marcus looked toward the others, who were already shoving glasses and pictures into their shitty backpacks, and sighed. They seem to have the kitchen under control…

He wanders out of the kitchen, looking around the living room. The guy had turned the lights off, making it nearly pitch black in there. Marcus slammed his hand on the wall and began fumbling for a light switch, eyes downward looking for any small critter on the floor. He might be robbing a house but dammit he will not kick someone’s pet, even by accident.

The light flashed on, bright and sudden, and made Marcus squint his eyes shut. This dude has a lightbulb that has the power of the sun, or maybe all those drinks from last night were still messing with him….

He blinked away the spots in his eyes, sighed heavily and flung his backpack off his back. He looked up, ready to see what kind of things he could fit in this dinky old bag-

And his heart stopped in his chest.

Sitting there, on the couch, a mostly eaten sandwich in its hands, blinking just as heavily as he was (maybe he had flashbanged it as well when he turned that light on), making direct eye contact with him…

Was something he thought was just a small town boogeyman, a grim fairy tale to keep the kids from being stupid and trusting strangers. The Smiling snatcher, east ridge demon, whatever other fucking nickname this town had for this- This creature. This creature that, even while Sitting down, could tower over him. This creature which was slowly gaining a twisted, malicious grin on its face, its snack placed onto the coffee table next to the beaten up couch.

“Ey Marcus, found anything good?-'' Patrick stopped dead in his tracks next to him, his breath caught in his throat. And based on the pause on the rustling, the other two dumbfucks either saw the creature as it stood through the little kitchen window thing or heard their fearless leader shitting himself-

But they all heard this creature Snicker and glare at them…

And if anyone was near this house- they would have heard all four boys scream bloody murder as it charged forward, a sickening cackle escaping it.

…

Alex flung their door open with a loud sigh. Just another day working for Lankman, another day of intense guilt and mild annoyance at all the incorrect veligun information stated as truth. They glanced up, blinking for a few seconds….and sighed even louder.

Clyde laid across the couch, a satisfied looking smirk on it’s face, a hand resting on it’s chest and tail flung over the top of the couch. Claw marks lined the walls that weren’t there this morning, a keep plastic table they had gotten a few days ago sat broken in half and they could barely make out the sight of their back kitchen window being both open and broken.

Part of them wanted to ask, part of them wanted to know….but the rest of them was just too tired to give a single shit.

“Hiiiiii Sandwich man~” Cylde purred from it’s spot as Alex passed it. “How was work?” “Same as always, awful and guilt wrecking.” “Hey, at least you have tomorrow off, yes?” “Yeah at least there’s that-” Alex paused, looking back toward Clyde with a raised brow. “.......Clyde?” “Yes?” “......Why do I hear….screaming, coming from you?” The veligun merely smiled larger, it’s clawed fingers tapping across it's chest and shrugged. Alex watched it for a second…sighed and shook their head. “Want a sandwich?” “Yes!” It sat up quickly, a short, muffled chorus of screams and shrieks racing from it’s body. Alex just rolled their eyes and headed into the kitchen, taking a mental note of the four backpacks sat in the corner.

#doai sitcom au #long post #Writing #no beta we die like men #silver rambles #hehehehehehhehe

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04| Just like old times

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—Now playing: Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper✫

"Oh, my lord! I don't know what to wear Daphne!"

"Shit! Don't scream into the phone now" she guffawed.

Six in the morning and Cleo was already screaming out of frustration. They spent the past week hanging out and catching up on anything and everything without worrying about what the future awaits. Daphne was also frustrated but had other ways to show it—not by screaming on the phone.

"Girl at least you're only bothered about your outfit. I'm the one they'll be staring at," Daphne lamented, phone between her ear and shoulder as she opened the shirt in her hands to see if it was it. It wasn't. "Oh please. They'd be staring because you're the prettiest human out there that isn't in the rich kids' group," Daphne soughed at the reply insisting that Cleo herself told her that and she didn't carve it out from her ass.

"I'm being for real girl. They'll be staring for days, forever even. You're gorgeous," Cleo lovingly spoke while angrily trashing a shirt behind herself and digging further into her wardrobe. "Why are you saying all this just now? I don't want to have that many eyes on me, Cleo. Okay, I'll wear a mask then."

All this aside, Daphne was calm about her outfit. She'd finished creating it and laid it on the bed.

"Sometimes I wish our school had uniforms. It'd save me all this stress," Cleo screamed as her phone was away from her, "But I know I'd regret it right the following day."

A lace ruffled white tank top, low-rise jeans and a light cardigan because the weather outside didn't foretell a nice day. That was Daphne's outfit.

"I'm going in the shower Cleo so scream if you want me to hear you," she announced as she stripped out of her clothes and went in, "Don't worry. A little girl whose name starts with D and ends with E told me I'm already screaming!" the reply made Daphne burst into laughs loud enough to cover the water's sounds momentarily, "Please be more specific. My sister's name is Dayanne," she laughed while a few steps away from her house, Cleo was rolling her eyes.

"I think that if I go with a dress I don't have to bother about top and bottom matching. What do you think Daphne?!" she yelled, grabbing three dresses and placing them on the little empty spot on her bed for her to take some pictures and send them to Daphne.

Since the latter was in the shower, she couldn't check her phone yet and simply yelled back: "I'm just thinking now. What if you wear that yellow low-rise skirt you showed me the last time with the cool belt we bought the other day?" she suggested, closing her eyes as her hands combed through her hair.

Cleo gasped like her friend's advice was a blessing from above, "Oh. My. God. You're so right! Oh god Daphne. What would I do without you?" she smiled as she opened her drawers in search of it. Once she found it, she hurried in front of the mirror to see how it looked before gasping again. "Daphne! What shirt am I going to wear with it?!" she yelled, keeping the skirt aside and diving back into her wardrobe. Her room was a mess at this point. The respondent took time before replying as she was rinsing her face.

"I don't know. Send me pics," she responded, getting out of the shower and into her towel. "I already sent you some pics but those are dresses," Cleo replied, switching between two shirts to go with the skirt. Hurriedly, she wore the skirt and each shirt and after taking pics, she sent them to her friend, urging her to choose while she showered.

Firstly, Daphne wrapped her hair in a towel and got dressed before checking her messages which she did right when Cleo got out of the shower. "The second shirt," she typed before turning the blow dryer on. Cleo didn't speak further and focused on getting dressed—undergarments, skirt, shirt and socks. Unlike Daphne, she'd already washed her hair the previous day so she went straight to doing her make-up.

"Oh my god," she sighed, "What time is it?" Daphne squinted her eyes to check her phone as her hair was hitting her face nonstop, "Half past six Cleo!" she screamed and hurried up with styling her hair. Cleo was exhausted as she manually blew on her face to speed up her concealer application. Not helping with the tension, Daphne and Cleo's dads called from downstairs to remind them of the time. "Yeah Dad, I know!" she whined as her mascara wasn't feeling her and constantly messing up.

Daphne applied lipgloss to finish her make-up and hurried with putting on accessories and running downstairs, thanking the heavens she'd prepared her bag the previous night.

Cleo was prepping her school bag in the neighbouring house, ensuring she remembered everything in the process. Then she rushed downstairs.

"My dad said we'll get breakfast on the way because there's a high chance of traffic for obvious reasons," Daphne spoke, the call was still on. Nodding, Cleo kissed her dad goodbye and rushed out of the house to her neighbour.

Outside, Daphne's dad had already turned the car on and was waiting for the girls who came simultaneously, both hopping in the backseat. "Y'all forgot nothing right?" he asked for reassurance. They agreed and finally drove off, waving at Granny, Daphne's mom and the dogs.

—Now playing: Vivere Tutte Le Vite by Elisa, Carl Brave✫

Ten minutes to seven and they were on the road. As everyone had predicted, the road was crowded, not enough to cause a traffic jam but enough for Daphne to understand that things are like that here. The town feels the first day of school, not just the students or the parents driving them there. The girls weren't talking. No one was. The dad focused on the road, Cleo finished up her hairstyle because she couldn't go anywhere without her hair pins while Daphne did what she'd always do when on the road: observe.

There were cars in front and behind them and she could see that kids were in the back seats by their heads.

Earlier, she was complaining to Cleo about the attention she'd get for being a new student. The other time at El Grillo's Cuisine she understood the reason was her new face in town but this morning Cleo tried to mask it saying that she was very pretty, in fact, pretty enough to look stinkingly rich like the kids they talked about the other day. Funny. If that's what they'd think, then better not let them know the reason why she now lives here in the first place. She chuckled at the thought. No one noticed her though.

The sky wasn't bright that morning but covered in the grey clouds. She didn't have an umbrella on her but didn't bother much. She liked, in fact, loved the rain and, despite knowing that someone would drive them back home once classes were dismissed, she wouldn't hesitate to run under it as she rushed to the bus stop. The cold she'd get the next morning would sound like a mother scolding her child but, like the child she was, the warnings would come in from one ear and go out through the other one.

The air that blew through the car came from the passenger seat window that her father winded down just a little. Seatbelt across her body, legs crossed, left hand holding her bag and right one holding her face as she leaned towards the window. The beauty of the landscape in front of her wanted to make her fall asleep which is strange because she's not the type to be falling asleep in the morning before school—she's been up for close to two hours now.

From her left, Cleo rustled with her things as she was done with her look and, satisfied, she pulled out her phone and took a few selfies. Pictures! It rang in Daphne's head like a bell. She pulled out her phone and made a little video, focusing shortly on her legs to give an idea of where she was and then completely moved to the fields entertaining their eyes outside. Ahead, she could see a line of trees meaning they were close to the little colourful neighbourhood they passed the first day they came here and every other day they went into town.

Cars went and very few came. The collective destination was the schools, that peculiar neighbourhood she'd seen just once that resembled a big campus.

"Come close. Let's take a pic," Cleo gestured as they inched closer to each other and posed. The selfie was soon posted on Cleo's Instagram stories with Daphne's profile tagged in a corner, conflicted with wanting to let everyone know who her friend was but also to gatekeep her somehow.

The past weeks, they were so focused on spending time with each other that social media faded into the background—despite the amount of pictures Cleo took and posted only late at night before going to bed. Cleo hurried to the search box and typed in the username of her crush-yet-not-crush. "Look. Here's him," she called for Daphne's attention. Jungkook had a good amount of followers and posts which allowed Cleo to make her friend have a good idea of him. The latest post was from a few days ago, a selfie taken at the beach with a girl and a boy. Avyanna and Jimin, Cleo explained.

Daphne blinked a few times. When Cleo talked about their looks, she understood but not enough for her to believe that they indeed looked so surreal. She was going to the same school as them? Crazy. They seemed personally and patiently carved by God. His favourite works most likely.

Avyanna had long and straight dark hair. Her face was like that of a model, well-proportioned, with a well-defined jaw and eyes like that of a siren. The type of girls that come up when you type "Dark feminine makeup" on Pinterest. She had her chin on Jungkook's shoulder. Behind, a few steps away, was Jimin goofily posed with what seemed to be a freshly caught fish wiggling in the second slide. He was shirtless and just in shorts like Jungkook. Avyanna was in her bikini top and jean shorts. By the looks of their hair, it was windy.

Cleo scrolled down further. The first slide was a video. It was Avyanna focused on rolling a joint next to a dark-haired boy who wasn't Jungkook. "He's Taehyung, the other living example of beauty and brains," Cleo continued. For a few seconds, his face wasn't in the camera as he too was focused on making his cigarette. He fully came into view when he licked his cigarette closed. Daphne was stunned, to say the least.

He was heavenly, she thought. Too pretty to be real. He looked slightly cold, the kind of cold that you inch closer to because it has its peculiar warmth. The video went on but Daphne was focused on him and him only. Avyanna turned her cigarette on and passed him the lighter. He'd charmed Daphne. He was just turning on a cigarette but she found it very attractive. She quickly checked and memorised Jungkook's username hoping to find Taehyung from him later.

They continued scrolling and finally found the last person in the friend group: a blondie with silky and straight hair. It was a three-picture post of them sitting around a table covered in food. Lunch or dinner, they couldn't tell but they were having a meal together. Adrielle was her name. She too was drop-dead gorgeous. Her looks were the complete opposite of Avyanna's: doe eyes and soft features. The human definition of beauty and brains indeed.

Faces like these were astonishing, she thought. She's seen pretty people before—she's been told to be very pretty too—but not to this extent. What Cleo said earlier about her looks was very nice but now Daphne thought that she wasn't that pretty, pretty enough to look as rich as them because goddamn, they were very pretty, ethereal. The type of beauty that money empowers.

Daphne's been told a lot of times about her looks. It is what made her popular in the city. But because of the type of people she prefers, she didn't have friends—friends in the real meaning of the word: she considered a friend someone whose company she enjoys even without speaking or having to interact; a person who she just likes existing with. Her classmates in the city thought they were friends but Daphne was just being nice and polite for the sake of it.

Daphne's mom was worried because of it. She knew how pretty her daughter's looks and personality were so seeing every day on her own with no one she could call a friend, she was worried—especially because Daphne's always been like this. She hoped the natural pretty privilege thing would kick in at some point but it never did—or at least, it didn't bring Daphne the type of friends she can call as such.

Despite how contrasting her personality is with Cleo's, she's the only person, apart from Willow, who she can call a friend.

Naturally, Daphne opened her phone and checked her Instagram profile wondering if some pictures were too outdated and embarrassing or if she liked them enough. She barely had posts compared to Jungkook and they barely showed her face. They were mostly pictures of landscapes, the library, her outfits and books—if she happened to be in one, her face wouldn't fully be in the focus, maybe her hair, her cheek but never her full face. Her face was only on the three-slide highlight labelled "Moi". The first slide was a selfie taken on the bus on a sunny day; the second one was a full-body picture taken in front of a monument; the last one was a mirror selfie taken before going to her sister's graduation party.

Her profile picture showed not her face but only from her chin down to her chest, focusing on her necklace and her lacy top with hair surrounding her face. She had two other highlights: one for her travelling and one she recently created dedicated to her dogs.

After inspecting everything, she archived only one post, kept the rest up and turned her phone off only after reposting Cleo's story on hers.

—Now playing: Take On Me by A-ha✫

Around forty minutes later, they were in town. As promised, they quickly stopped to get breakfast, nothing special but croissants and chocolate milk.

It was half past seven when they drove past El Grillo's Cuisine, close to a quarter to eight when they parked next to the terminal. They got off just as others did. The parking space was slowly filling up. Toddlers, kids, middle schoolers and high schoolers were everywhere.

Once the car was closed, following her father and Cleo's lead, they started trekking up to the school. The gates were still closed, yet there was a huge crowd in front of them, so big that Daphne wondered where all these students came from. This town couldn't contain all of them, could it?

"Come on, Daph! Let's go!" Cleo spurred, a wave of tension overwhelmed the respondent who looked for her father as if asking for permission to scurry off with her friend but also calling for help. Reading through her eyes, he gave a thumbs-up, kissed her goodbye and assured her everything would be okay. Daphne smiled and nodded without knowing what she did it for. Was she sure of herself? Probably not.

Turning around and finding her hand in Cleo's, she sighed in relief and clung closer to her. At least she wasn't alone.

"They'll open soon now. We're just in time. The gates always open fifteen minutes to eight to allow students to settle in before their teachers come in. They only close five minutes after eight," Daphne nodded at the information although she didn't fully pay attention to the words. Her head spun left and right, looking at the people she would attend school with.

As explained, the gates automatically opened and the crowd shrank towards the opening and, once wide enough, they all started racing into the school. Fear, excitement and confusion settled within Daphne as her friend goaded her to run with her. "Come on!" she screamed in happiness.

The confusion on Daphne's face was quickly replaced by delight and she increased her speed to catch up with Cleo's pace. As they all ran into the school, the staff kept screaming, telling everyone not to run but clearly, their words were disregarded.

They ran in and up the stairs to their class. As predicted by Cleo, it was on the top floor but despite the breathlessness, they both kept running. "Number nine!" Cleo screamed calling for Daphne's attention who immediately looked up in search of the mentioned number.

Once they found it, they ran in. Only two people were already in. Cleo proceeded to the set of desks in the second-to-last line and they finally settled down.

"You see?" Cleo began, barely breathing, "We're deskmates and we're not front row which makes the run worth it," Daphne's eyes almost shot out of their sockets, "All this just for seats?" Cleo eagerly nodded, laughing at her friend's disbelief, "Seats that are most likely for the whole school year. Don't complain. You have the best seat and deskmate in class," she boasted, flicking at her hair. Daphne laughed, still in disbelief, and after properly keeping her bag, she finally sat down.

At the same time, five people ran into the class, heads spinning across the room hoping for seats to still be available in the last row but as they proceeded they noticed the new face. Some showed surprise, others just stared a bit while others quickly smiled.

Daphne immediately turned to Cleo mouthing that it was already starting but she replied with a shrug. There was nothing she could do about it anyway.

"Hey, Cleo," a couple of girls walked in and sat in the neighbouring set of desks. Cleo waved back and presented Daphne, "This is Daphne, my best friend," Daphne smiled and waved. Her heart warmed up at the presentation. "Hi, Daphne. I'm Michelle. This is Valerie." The first was a tall, tanned girl with amazing curly hair that fell down her back; she had a crop top and high-waisted pants with a cute school bag hanging by her arm. The second was a short red-haired girl with green eyes and freckles; she was very feminine and girly and you could tell from her cute dress, the little bows holding her hair, the cute makeup decorating her face and the adorable school bag she too had hanging by her arm. Her voice had a pleasing high-pitched tone too—like the nice, shy girl in class.

"Valerie is a smart ass," Cleo whispered as she turned around while the others settled down, "She's always been the class president since our first high school year. She's awesome and very polite". Daphne nodded, glancing in their direction. They were softly laughing with each other before they glanced back. Daphne quickly changed focus, convinced that sinking into the chair would be a great choice.

Soon, the fifteen minutes passed and were enough for all the desks to be occupied. Shortly after the bell rang, a young, tanned, curly-haired female teacher walked in, dazzlingly smiling at everyone, glad to have them back in class. Daphne unconsciously smiled back.

As the teacher walked to her desk, she checked everyone out, gasping if someone had a new haircut or a generally new look. Once behind her desk, she told everyone to sit back down. Her smile never faded away. As she brought her register out, some of the students from the first row started a conversation with her.

She was very kind—at least from what Daphne could tell. The bright smile fully morphed her face, from her lips to her eyes; she nodded to the students' words, gasped in amazement or laughed in amusement. Once she'd found what she was looking for, she seized moving, resting her chin in her palm and listening to the students' stories. Didn't stop them till they were done.

Yeah, she was the teacher everyone liked. The one that cracked the code and could understand teenagers.

Once the stories were told, she finally moved to more serious topics: "So... I hope you all had the best summer holidays anyone could wish for. Hope you all enjoyed yourself... and didn't forget to slip school duties in between," at her last words, everyone exclaimed claiming to have done just that with a funny sarcasm lacing their tone. Her accent and voice were very nice, nicer than the one of a hostess wishing a good flight on an aeroplane. Laughing and asking for silence, she finally started the roll call and, as she did so, Daphne tried her best not to turn around, left and right, to see who was answering the calls. Soon it was her turn and she froze as if she'd forgotten it would eventually happen.

A shy grin crossed her face as she lifted her hand to signal her presence. The teacher warmly beamed making her feel a bit better until her eyes dropped to the students on the left who swung their heads around hearing the new surname.

"So... Daphne, what a nice name. I'm Professor Shannon. Would you like to present yourself to the class? Say a thing or two... or nothing if you wish," the respondent nervously laughed and got up from her seat, "Erm, hi, I'm Daphne. I'm 17 years old. Erm, I like reading, dogs and flowers, any kind". Once she was done speaking, she smiled at the teacher looking for permission to sit back down without knowing that the teacher was still a bit curious: "Is there a reason you moved here?" the bright smile was still imprinted on her face.

Daphne leaned forward on the desk with the help of her arms, processing a sentence in her head. "We moved town. I used to live in the city but we moved here and now live in the same compound as my grandparents. I'm honestly grateful because the distance always prevents us from visiting so now I can catch up on all those missed opportunities," the teacher nodded, commenting on how important grandparents are and how one should treasure their love. With a quick signal, she allowed Daphne to settle back down as a class conversation about her comment started.

By the end of the hour, Daphne discovered that she taught english. The bell rang and the teacher greeted everyone and left. Immediately some boys gathered around Cleo and Daphne's desks. They were mainly there because of Cleo but could use the chance to greet and present themselves to Daphne.

"Hey, Cleo. How have you been doing?" the first one asked, sitting on her desk. Daphne almost flinched backwards at the act but seeing that Cleo didn't show any concern she guessed she was close with them which was proven when they all started high-fiving each other. Once they were done greeting Cleo, they moved to Daphne who was startled but tried to hide it under her smile. "Daphne, is it?" the same one from before asked, leaning his hand forward for a handshake, "Yeah. What about you?"

"Dominic but you can call me Nick," Daphne nodded, shaking hands with him. Almost all the boys managed to present themselves before a serious-looking teacher stormed in.

"Everyone, you may sit down," he sternly spoke. "He's Professor Keeley. A bitch I tell you. He gets off on our suffering," Daphne inspected the described teacher while leaning towards Cleo's whispering voice. "Is he like... the type to assign impossible tasks?" Daphne whispered back for more confirmation. Cleo nodded before they turned forward sensing that too much silence had settled down. They feared everyone heard them for a moment but silence was just the only thing Professor Keeley could work with. Unlike Professor Shannon, he didn't roll call but scanned the register with his eyes till they landed on a new surname.

"Rhodes?" he inquired, lifting his gaze, piercing eyes landing on Daphne once she raised her hand. Her voice was nowhere to be found. She hoped he wasn't going to ask questions about her because she didn't want to speak—besides he didn't look like the one who'd be interested for any reason at all.

The heavens heard her prayers. He simply looked her from her to toe—or at least what he could see from his position—and went on with his life. From Daphne's right, Cleo complained about his manners, thinking that it was inconsiderate of him to be so cold with a new student. Daphne was happy though, a happiness that faded away once she'd discovered he teaches physics. Physics was the only subject she couldn't ace—or at least to her liking. She struggled with it, and being taught by a teacher like the one in front of her scared her.

—Now playing: Blue Flame by Le Sserafim✫

The bell rang five minutes to ten, signalling break-time. Everyone stood up. Some dashed out of the classroom, others went over to a friend at the other end of the class while Mr Keeley was minding his business at the computer.

Daphne barely had the time to look at her surroundings before Cleo dragged her out of the class. "Let's go get something to eat," she spurred. The halls were crowded at best. Students leaned on windowsills, others were getting snacks at the vending machines, and others were walking to or from somewhere—never forget that some were making out in a corner.

"You down for snacks or do you want something better?" Cleo asked as they were going down the stairs. "I want some coffee right now," was Daphne's reply. Her friend Cleo smiled, emphasizing that going to the bar was the best option for a good coffee.

Shiny feather-white tiles as flooring and brown wainscoting covered the bottom half of the milk-white walls. Recessed lighting brightened the building. These were the hallways. On the bottom floor was the bar, by the entrance's right.

"Damn!" Daphne gasped. The line in front of them seemed never-ending especially because behind them more students arrived. "Don't worry. According to what it says here, the next class is IRC and our teacher understands if we come in late because of the line".

—Now playing: Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve✫

Ten minutes and classes would be over for the day but outside didn't seem like day. The dark clouds hovering around in the morning had called for backup and now fully covered the sky, making rumbling noises and quick flashes to lighten the mood.

Daphne was a set of desks away from sitting right next to the window and yet it didn't stop her from looking outside with her chin resting in her palm. On her iPad were notes—with doodles on the side—taken during a very boring philosophy class. Now, don't misunderstand her. She loves philosophy but the professor sitting behind the teacher's desk right now knew all the tricks on how to make everyone's head fall and land flat on their desk.

He had a monotone voice that Daphne suspected wouldn't change even if he was in front of a life-threatening situation. She wondered why he decided to start teaching right from the first day of school. Barely anyone had bought the book yet. He was the only one who had it—plus a handful of students.

Some rustling on her right called Daphne's attention back to class. Cleo was already putting some of her things in her bag, ready to fly out of the room once the bell rang. Two minutes before it rang, Daphne started doing the same, along with two-thirds of the class—her Descartes notes put aside for another moment.

The monotone voice of their teacher went on. He briefly looked up from his book, slurring his words at seeing almost everyone with empty desks but then proceeded without letting his sleepy eyes linger for too long.

The bell finally rang and everyone stormed out monotonously greeting the teacher who simply hummed, taking his glasses off and packing his belongings. As Daphne greeted him, she wondered how anyone could look so done with life freshly out of holidays.

The noise of students exiting the school prevented everyone from hearing the thunders rumbling outside and the downpour that had just begun. Ugh, summer rains.

Daphne and Cleo finally registered the weather once they saw some students racing out covering their heads with school bags which was useless because the strong breeze was blowing the raindrops on them regardless.

As expected, at the parking space was Daphne's father's car. He was inside, obviously, but gestured the girls to hurry up which they did, trying to not slip and fall.

—Now playing: Bamboleo by Red Velvet✫

Her classmates were nice and made her realize she was stressing over not—although most of it should go on Cleo.

She'd discovered that Nick plays in the school basketball team and is among the best. He knows Cleo because she plays volleyball and they meet in the school's gymnasium. He's very funny and outgoing. Doesn't ponder much on anything really and is the type of student who keeps the class alive and whose absence is felt strongly.

In the group is also James. He's like Nick's right-hand man. Their personalities match a lot and they're best of friends. He doesn't make as many jokes as Nick but the few he makes surely make you cry and torture your stomach.

They're both good-looking. Tall, nice hair, broad shoulders and fit builds. Nick was brown-haired while James was blondez, a blonde that he claims would wash off through the winter and come back only in summer.

The boys that greeted them on the first day of school were a handful but only these two stood out the most—and hung out with them during breaks. There was a third one but he was very tamed compared to the two best friends. His name was Asher. He too was tall, with broad shoulders and a nice build but he was shy—even shyer than Daphne. His academic performance was the best out of the three. Nick and James couldn't care less, they were all about having fun. No wonder Cleo's so close with them.

Daphne matched Asher's personality because they didn't participate with the same energy and would tell the others to go slow with the roasts they'd be doing to random people they'd pass by in the hallways.

From what Daphne understood after her first week of school, Cleo was popular because she was pretty and a good volleyball player. Cleo looked very kind and soft from her looks so it surprised Daphne hearing the burning roasts her friend could make sometimes. She'd laugh hard sometimes because of how crazy, out-of-line, outrageous and hilarious the jokes were.

She didn't talk with the girls other than greeting Valerie and Michelle every time she saw them in the morning. She found it hard to make the first move so the best you could do was smile hoping they'd reply—they wouldn't.

Jams and Nick brought out a part of Cleo that Daphne didn't know existed. In gym class whenever they happen to be in the same team, they go crazy on their opponents and, mind you, no one can hype them up as much as themselves. When they weren't on the same team, it seemed like the remaining teammates didn't exist and they'd play against each other. Daphne and Asher tried to catch up in the heat but it was hard. Asher tried the most. Daphne simply stayed back to laugh at them.

School days couldn't be boring with them in sight.

Despite it just being the first week of school, they had homework to do and some teachers had already programmed the dates for their tests. On Thursday, with Cleo's help, Daphne found when the town's library was and was planning on turning it into her second home.

They only went to school by themselves on Friday because the thunderstorms had moved towns for the moment. It was lovely, Daphne thought. At the time they'd take the bus, it was half-empty. Their personally-assigned seats at the back of the bus were always available. Cleo slept through the journey while Daphne read her book.

—Now playing: Single by The Neighbourhood✫

It was Saturday. Daphne's early bird instincts obliged her to be awake already. She's been so for close to two hours now she spent closed in her room without coming out if not to pee.

She read, updated her agenda, did the remaining homework, cuddled Luke to sleep, arranged her notes, browsed the internet. Everything till she was bored and exhausted. By half-past eight she was finally out of the room to put something under her teeth.

While the coffee brewed, Daphne indulged in an activity she wanted to do since Monday: look for the pretty and astonishing boy who caught her attention.

She typed Jungkook's username, happy she remembered it till today and hurried to the post where Taehyung was included only for disappointment to change her facial expression: Jungkook didn't tag him like she'd hoped. She scrolled further through the posts noticing that he didn't tag anyone on any post.

Clicking out of his posts, she almost did the same with his profile only to be stopped by the highlights. The first was named with an Earth emoji, the second with a two-person emoji, the third with a single-person emoji and the last with a basketball emoji. She proceeded to the second one deducting that the emoji stood for his friends.

She predicted right. The highlight contained a lot of pictures and happily for her, Taehyung was in most of them. Soon she found his profile and showed no hesitation in clicking on it.

He too had many followers but, unlike Jungkook, he didn't have many posts, almost as many as Daphne herself did—the same went with the highlights.

Without noticing, Daphne found herself scrolling through his highlights twirling a hair strand with her fingers. Damn if he was beautiful. She didn't see him all through the week because, from his recent story update, he was still at the beach with his pretty friends.

The smell of coffee quickly brought her back to Earth as she saved one of his posts in her collection too shy to hit the follow button. Laughed at herself for it. If she's too shy to hit a simple blue button, she won't be able to hit on him. She sighed in frustration and proceeded to prepare her latte.

Soon her phone buzzed and Cleo's contact appeared on the screen.

Cleo: get ready Cleo: we're going grocery shopping!!

—Now playing: Like That by Metro Boomin, Future, Kendrick Lamar✫

Music was playing in the car which was fully occupied. Five young people that were just coming back from their holidays.

One hand was on the steering wheel while the other was on the gear lever. As he controlled the lever, his muscles clenched under the tattoos covering it. A curly mullet hairstyle rested on his head. A lip piercing on the right as well as both his ears. His well-defined jaw clenched as he chewed on his gum. He had loose clothes on, from the shirt to the jeans. An all-black outfit matching the person sitting in the passenger seat. She had a black jean skirt on with a lacy black crop top that was momentarily covered by a light cardigan—black as well.

Hair as dark as his but longer and straighter. Lip liner enhanced her lip shape, eyeliner enhanced her eyes and mascara enhanced her lashes. Her jaw was clenching too as she chewed on her gum. Her eyes were focused on the phone in her hands. Legs crossed and hair combed by the breeze blowing through the window behind and next to her.

In the backseat were the last three people. Two blondies and a black-haired one. The first ones were having a conversation without minding about their surroundings. The dark-haired one was cooped up to the window breathing as much as he could to calm the motion sickness that wanted to settle within him. With headphones on, the music he had playing matched his mood.

They'd just driven past their school and were heading to Jimin's restaurant for dinner but the idea of food bothered his stomach further. Next to him, in the middle seat was Adrielle. Along with Jimin, she had the brightest clothes on. A sundress she'd bought just for that summer.

—Now playing: Atomic City by U2✫

"Mama!" Jimin screamed rushing into the restaurant and his mother's arms. The rest walked behind him, smiling at his joy. The woman welcomed all of them back and to have a seat as she got them their dinner.

Taehyung stretched out his body before setting. The stressful journey did his joints no justice. As he did so, his shirt slightly rode up revealing the line of his boxers but also enough skin for Avyanna to tickle. "No, absolutely," his amused stern voice spoke, a tired smile across his face. "See, you're finally smiling. It looked like you wanted to die before," she claimed, sitting next to Jungkook and kicking his legs shot for space. He stubbornly spread them again and forcefully held them like that, laughing at Avyanna's struggle.

"Kook!" Jimin exclaimed before attacking him with tickles. As the three had fun, Taehyung settled down beside Avyanna adjusting his jorts. On the other end of the table was Adrielle with arms and legs crossed smiling and looking at her friends like a mother. "Can y'all stop?" she laughed. Still, they'd just finished with Jungkook and moved to Avyanna who started rolling and tweaking on Jungkook's lap, kicking left and right to escape their grasp. Still, it was impossible because Jungkook was holding her arms while Jimin tortured her with the tickles.

"She's going to pee herself like that or have everlasting tensed abs. Stop y'all," Taehyung laughed. They didn't stop until Jimin's mom came and told them to eat.

When Avyanna sat back up, her hair was all messy, she could barely breathe and somehow felt like Jimin's hands were still tickling her. "This was torture. I almost cried," she panted, grabbing a glass of water, "Honestly wouldn't wish on my worst enemy—"

"And yet, the other day you wished for both sides of my pillow to be warm and they ended up being so. Fucking terrible experience!" Jimin exclaimed dramatically, "That's because you brought that disgusting fish too close to me. It was still alive Jimin!" everyone laughed at her because she sounded like someone who'd survived a close call.

"Okay, first: the fish wasn't disgusting else you wouldn't have eaten it. Second: I did the same to Adrielle but she didn't play some voodoo shit against me," the laughs increased. Jungkook almost choked on his bread making Taehyung laugh even harder.

"She didn't do shit because she was traumatized and her mind went into self-defence mode!"

"Okay, hey! Don't underestimate me. I could always do something. You never know when I could hit, Jimin. Be careful," Adrielle playfully warned, laughing at Jimin's disbelief displayed on his face. "Adrielle, my darling. Don't follow in her footsteps. Violence is never the answer," Jimin said.

"Never swing a live fish in someone's face Jimin! Dis.Gus.Ting!"

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judas kiss / t.s

part three of dishonest (mini series)

authors note// hi thank you so much for your feedbacks, if i have anything unfinished yall really want another part too please lmk bc i literally have lots of ask/request or even things ive started up & forgot ab or have in my drafts. butt i am going through and finishing out some stuff, i just took a vacation and rlly needed some me time... BUT IM BACK BITCHES!!!

also... holy shit a thousand something followers!!!! thank you guys seeing the endless love and support of my writings has boosted me into starting my own book series ... but thats for another spill. thank you again for following me on my journey of my shitty writings to my development.

i got this tip thing working, i do work full time & go to school so any tips are welcomed and appreciated but either way ty all.

anywhore here is the third part/ im thinking final part as well. let your imagination think of the end... unless too many of yall want more.

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summary: lying about your identity, leads you face to face with the one and only thomas shelby. as chaos unravels much more surfaces as well.

staring in the mirror, feeling the old, yet the familiar feeling of a silk night gown cascading down your body. remembering the time lasted only for a mere few years. years you weren’t happy. the bruises were faded mainly, except the slight pain in your ribs still.

taking small pain killers help.

the day has left you tired leaving the rest of the clothing in the corner of the room. laughing almost as you take in the fact; he really did get you some new clothes. as well as being kind of enough to grab some of your own from your apartment.

which you were notified was absolutely trashed, yet hidden away you found a picture. one of you, your mum and sister. so young... so innocent. the memories of everything was building up.

the gown fit you nicely though, the cloth was soft and comfortable. something you almost forgot what felt like, since being alone on the run . glancing over at the clock noticing it was getting late.

biting your lip softly, things mule over in your head. how thomas was and if maybe, just maybe you two met under a different circumstance. hell even just a re-do of your meetings.

ignoring it as your hair gets tucked behind your ear. deciding to leave this room and not be cooped up.

as you step out, your eyes flicker down the hall. movements halting as your mind comes more clear. he was right there in that room.

the room you’ve seen him enter a mere few times. the light flickers through the crack of the door. it was there. right in front of you.

hand never leaving the door knob, biting your lip in deep thought. happy he got you your clothes from home, as well as a few new items. must’ve gotten help from a lady because there’s no way he chose these alonesome.

shaking these thoughts your feet spring into action. hand beside you now as your focus was on where he was. fist raising to knock on the ajar door. it swings open wider, creaking slightly as thomas sets some papers down.

smoke still in hand as his eyes lift to yours, exhaling the smoke from his lips. he lifts it back up, inhaling again taking in the sight of you. in more different clothing than anything he has seen before. work uniform, one little outfit, and his clothing. you looked good, stunning in a way.

he was as he usually was, expect a bit more exposed.

the anger still present when your wounds become more visible, thankfully more faint now. he’s already sent john to deal with that particular matter, but now he had to deal with some stuff tonight.

“got to look at the stuff, thank you.” giving him a small smiling, trying to make this attempt for a better start forward. needing time to plan future things as your mind hasn’t had a hint of peace.

he nods licking his lips, ashing in the tray.

“can’t have you walking around naked, can we?”

the joke brought a smile small to your lips, as your head thinks about the picture. unaware if he knew it was there or if someone else did the work. his focus is back on the papers making you step in. taking in this private study he enchants himself too; felt like him.

biting your lip softly, the sight of him before you has your mind in another place. he looks like something you saw only moments before. a mirror image of yourself. less battered and bruised on the outside though, yet he was tired. his eyes red, the bottle out in the open. he was more open, more vulnerable.

“y/n?”

you shake your head, a blush crosses your cheeks. “sorry. what ya’ say?”

he holds back his emotion, but his attention is now yours. “i’ve gotta meeting tonight, tomorrow some more to do. until then just stay here, out of harms way for the love of god.”

he stands up and stares at you. your lip ends up between your teeth, feeling a bit nervous. he didn’t sound so serious so fierce, he sounds exhausted. as you were to even fight back, which he noticed.

“if you are up by the time i get home, we should talk.” your eyes narrow at his words, nodding slightly. hands coming up to brush your hair back once more.

“just knock on my door when you get back, thomas.”

with that you open the cracked door wider, rushing out of the room. everything felt too tense too unsettling in there. only when his footsteps become noticeable, you realize he was following you.

heart racing as you reach halfway down the hall, nearing the stairs. for a moment, your eyes flicker to the front door.

the thought crosses your mind. ignoring it as you continue to ‘your’ room desperate that he isn’t actually following. that he would walk himself down those stairs instead.

as you reach the door his presence was there, the defeat leaves you. turning around to face him. his face was inches from yours. something deep in his eyes as he pushes the door open.

“thomas?”

the door closes behind you as he is now only standing in front of you, a heave in his chest almost. “their dead, alright? the men from that night, their gone.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “wh-why are ya’ tellin’ me this?” he comes forward cupping your cheek. the look in his eye is something you’ve seen before. loss.

staying still in his embrace, “i-i don’t want ya’ scared of me... for some fuckin’ reason.”

the confession made your mouth shut completely. “i don’t want ya’ scared at all.” it didn’t feel exactly true but it what was easiest for him to say.

that was until he pulls you onto his lips. hands landing on his chest, mouth moving with his out of instinct. pulling away as you push him back slightly. staring into the eyes of a loss man, knowing this could end terribly.

your chest rises and falls quickly, “i- told ya-”

“tell me to stop then, y/n.” the deep stare between you two leaves something rattling inside of you.

“i-i get your past. i know mines fucked, but i-...” you trail off biting the inside of your cheek for a moment. the internal debate ends with him pushing forward.

lips on his he pulls you close, your hands around his neck as you both fall back on the bed straddling him. his hands push against your back, deepening the kiss. the hold on you wasn’t harsh, just tight possessive like. as if you were to disappear at any moment.

pulling away for air, his lips trail from your cheek to your neck. the giggle escapes your lips involuntarily, and for a moment thomas sighs. not of boredom and displeasure but of relief.

it made your heart swirl because you felt it too. the non-serious feeling of this. even though it wouldn’t last, it felt real for the moment.

his hand slips down from your waist onto your thighs. eyes flickering back up at you. your hands tug at his shirt, him taking the hint to remove it. the bare chest was there and now you could really look at it.

“thomas.”

his hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. he flips you over and he holds himself up against you. your back against the bed, other hand trailing between your thighs, you just as desperate for his touch.

he lifts the gown up slowly, teasing you with his touch. his head drops into the crane of your neck, kissing it softly before tugging your panties down softly. a soft gasp escapes you and he whispers something in your ear.

“so fuckin’ beautiful.”

your eyes roll back as he swirls your clit, the sensation incredible. “fuck.”

“taste good too.”

he enters a finger before he slowly moves his body down. his motion was slow and you whine when he leaves you. looking down seeing him between your thighs now, inches from you. his eyes flicker up, the blue prominent.

“impatient ay’?” your hand flies into his hair. trying to ignore the urge to roll your eyes,

“did ya’ forget that already?”

without another word his tongue swirls around you, a soft moan leaves you. he continues but slowly adding a finger. your calves press into his shoulders more, leaving his tongue to move slightly faster.

“oh th-” he slides another finger in making your words cut short, back arching off the bed slightly. giving him access to push your gown up above your breast. his hand comes back down around your thighs, feeling them shake around him.

unable to take it anymore your hand pushes at his head, but he holds it down instead. speeding up as your stomach drops, a moan leaving your throat. liquid coats his fingers and tongue as he stands up completely.

“do ya’ love anyone y/n?” the question caught you off guard. your breathing uneven coming down from your high; his pants drop and your body felt even more turned on.

“never really had a chance to experience love. probably doesn’t exist.” you confess the mere summary as you spread your shaky legs. his grip on them tightens, moving you closer to him.

he stares down at you in a way that you truly didn’t understand. “i like ya’, ms.solomons.” he confesses as he spits down on you. the action so dirty, but the confession so clean.

“just y/n, thomas.” the intent was known and he kisses your knee before moving. the feeling of him entering you slowly, made you grip his arm that held your waist.

“i sometimes-” you stutter out as he rocks against you slowly, fighting to keep your eyes open.

“i sometimes like to believe it could be true.”

he leans forward, the angle deeper than before as he kisses you deeply. his free hand coming to cup your jaw. his hips pick up speed leaving you a moaning mess in his mouth.

he was gentle, taking in what you reacted too. this wasn’t your first time but he felt as if you were innocent in a way. your eyes flicker up to him before you tug your dress over your head.

leaving you both completely exposed, “it’s true.” he confesses pulling away, turning holding you up against him as he lays down. your knees against the bed as he bucks up into him.

“ya’ crazy mr.shelby.” he pushes your hips down even more leading to the familiar feeling arise again. your nails sink in his shoulder, biting your lip clinging to him.

“say’s the one who’s dead.” you try to get a witty remark out but your orgasm spreads, feeling yourself starting to clench.

“yet ya’ look so fucking alive around me.” the wetness spreads down your thighs as he doesn’t let you go. “m-maybe i feel alive- with ya’.” the deep moan leaves you, the feeling of your bare chest touching had you in a whirl.

he’s buried deep in you as you cling to him, almost in tears overstimulated. you beg him. “tho-thomas. i-”

“so fuckin’ good.” his his shake slightly, as he leans back staring into your eyes. “do you trust me?” at how you were feeling you’d trust anything. your eyes flutter but you nod.

he stutters into you as his releases inside you making your eyes widen. pulling back panting as his eyes connect with yours. two different looks.

“wh-what did you do?”

“do ya’ trust me?” the logic in the room was clearly not there because without a second thought you nod again. he kisses you softly, “be mine. stay alive and i promise ya’ everything you could need.”

you pull yourself out of him, wincing at the feeling. your eyes stare into his, as the covers surround you,

“but you don’t love me.”

his eyes drop slightly, “i can see somethin’ in you. i need someone like ya’, think of this as something good.” you feel so exposed staring at him in disgust. “ya’-ya’ just came in me, who knows if i’ll get pregnant! thi-this is not gonna end well. what the fuck were ya’ thinking?”

“what the fuck was i thinkin’? oh my go-”

he sits up, “i’m thinking fuckin’ smart! ya’ know this shit, i am rising y/n, i need a wife and i need someone who can be that wife.” you stare at him and stop for a moment. it cut off your overthinking for a moment.

it wouldn’t be real but it could be. yet either way you could be safe... you could be free of being on the run. you could be alive.

“i need to think on it? i-i can have your answer tonight.” your words tremble slightly as you slip your gown on, facing away from him. “hey.” his hand lands on your shoulder.

your flinch makes him wince, scooting closer to you. covered up with the sheets. “i haven’t asked just anyone this question. this is fuckin’ insane but i-i do like ya’. we can figure this shit out because you know it’s true.”

“you need me just as much as i need you.” you mutter as a small smile appears on your lips, “i need a shower for a fact and nap thomas. you have somewhere to be, should get going.”

his hand leaves yours taking your hint, “i’ll knock on your door tonight. get some rest.”

after he redresses and the door closes behind him, the tears stream down your cheeks. you wanted him but you were so scared and conflicted.

your answer was yes from the moment you realize he was as stubborn as you but you were now a ghost.

you were laid down, the candles still lit allowing thomas to see your image. he walks closer but you were barely asleep. he sits down beside you and sighs heavily.

he doesn’t know you’ve woken up, and his energy was strong. you figured thomas shelby out and for a man to keep you around long enough...

you knew from the beginning you liked this man, but being ‘dead’ has made you believe any. any of that type of thing was impossible. slowly you turn over, facing the man who stares ahead.

“eric is tryin’ to be a political man. if ya’ know alfie, imagine a sickenin’ no good bastard times a billion.... as him.” the words made thomas sit a bit straighter. you felt vulnerable now, half asleep tucked into a new home.

you had to give a answer.

“i’ve looked him up, he isn’t much and from what i’ve heard. alfie really doesn’t give two fucks for him.” the way he settles his sentence lets you know that eric is no threat. to you or himself in any aspect.

“charlie’s mother, i-i won’t ask you to speak of her.” you sit up now, thomas takes in your sleepy appearance. “if i take on that boy as my own. i will love and teach him as my own, but you have to tell me about her so he can know his true mother.”

your eyes swell up slightly. “she won’t be forgotten in your mind ever, i know that. so let me learn, let me be there for you so i don’t go crazy. so i-i can do better...”

the words hit thomas and he only shifts to maintain his composure. you don’t notice since your emotional more so, but he knows he did right choosing you.

“i have a story, everything about how to make you ‘undead’ since your job at it wasn’t the best.” that made your eyes look up at him. “i know ya’ can’t be her, but i do have some’ towards you.”

his hand reaches out to cup your face. “she wanted some of the stuff you did as well...”

the deep stare was all that was needed, you let this moment last. he was gone when he lost her. loosing her was loosing apart of himself. you accepted it because you truly knew love was not meant for you in this lifetime.

slowly breaking the moment, lips almost trembling but your composure well gathered now. “if we do this- ya’ can’t treat or make me out to be some fool of a house wife. i-i’m more than that and i’ll be damned to be one of your puppets.”

moving out of his reach makes you ache for it more yet thomas sees something within you. you were sorta like polly sometimes. strongly determined woman.

“ya’ help me stay together, ya’ help me keep this household together... my family together and whatever ya’ want is yours.” flickering from each eye, he awaits your response and you nod.

“i agree, to be your wife. i agree to hold your secrets, now for i wish to get rid of the jewish ways though... go back to the gypsie ways. please.” your desperation was without notice and he kisses you.

kissing you felt like kissing grace.

setting down the glass of whiskey, your eyes train along the inside courier. everything was simple, everything was different. charles was taken to bed not too long ago, you didn’t see much of him but it made you think.

too take on this responsibility was what you were raised for. yet you ran from it because eric was a vile man... so is thomas. your heart aches though due to the surprising feeling erupting yourself; that you may just like the man ever so slightly.

with your past and his it felt like you both being so fucked up, it could work? sighing heavily and grabbing the glass once more. the liquid slips down your throat as you enjoy the peace of true alone time.

telling his maid, well lady of help to head to sleep since you were up. if charles was to awake you could handle it or if need be. get her up. charles really ponders through your mind, for you would be like a mother.

you could be his mother, yet you would never wanna replace his true mother. what was she even like? what did she view or believe? what the hell did she see in thomas shelby?

he said she was a bit like you, in what fucking way?

you move and see her painting and you looked nothing of her. she looked of class and elegance, some real princess shit. you didn’t compare to that, so what motive was this?

make me alive again, was this his plan? biting your lip you throw back the remaining liquor. rolling your eyes at the empty cup, you head towards the kitchen.

smiling to yourself of the kindness that francis left out the bottle for you. moving forward you almost reach the counter but you were hit over the head. your body hit the ground harshly, the glass breaking surrounds you.

it flashes back to the moments of your mothers death. yet before you could react you were hit again, and the darkness overtook you.

you awoke in a moving vehicle, head pounding your face contorts in displeasure. trying to focus your vision, your eyes land on a priest as well as a few other men.

“hello miss solomons.” the priest smiles wickedly and you stare back unfazed, or atleast as much as you could appear.

“well you see, there’s so many ways this here can go. yet as of right now, you are actually of great use.” his tone menacing and your head was spinning.

you try desperately to maintain eye contact with his. unsatisfied with your response of nothing; he nods as one of his men move forward. the hit makes your head sling to the side. blood literally splattering onto the window beside you.

the taste of blood in your mouth has became a all too familiar feeling. as you let your head hang lowly, you over hear someone mutter. “we are almost there.”

moving your hand to wipe your chin, seeing the back of your hand covebloody finally angers you. not knowing where this was going, you finally look back up. “i think we might just have to use the boy instead.”

your heart drops, distracted now. the boy? of course it had to be...

“what boy?” you finally speak, it slightly muffled due to your severe swollen lip. this gets the mans reaction. “she speaks!”

“what boy?” you question again, feeling a sense of protectiveness all of a sudden. what is going on with you?

“ahh, mr.shelby’s boy. ya’ see we have a deadline, and i do have orders with him. oh i spoke to your cousin mr.solomons... he does seem to have a keen interest of seeing you.”

sitting back you take in everything, the deep wrenching pain in your chest over came you. ”didn’t mention if it meant alive or dead, though. dear.”

tears fill your eyes, as you realize everything. this was all a lie, a pawn, a game.

“yet your price is a wager, does thomas care more for your safety or does your cousin? or i could merely kill you now and just let you be what you so ‘desire’.”

his words let everything truly settle now. you never escaped. you just switched paths.

it almost could make you laugh, until it did. you looked crazy and stupid but you were laughing, hysterically almost. wincing at your lip throbbing, heaving out as your head pounds from the movement. you stare into the mans eyes dazed. he stares back at you in discomfort but looks away.

thomas got his own kid into this shit. he better have this all figured out. dizzy from the amount of hits to the head you’ve taken. you look back over and see the man on your right snatching out two pills. eyes widening slightly as you try to move back.

“what is that? wh-wha-no!” the men hold you down, your kicks and hits defenseless. the pills shoved in your mouth. water forced down your throat whilst your nose was plugged, left you choking on the water. forcing you to swallow.

yet they continue it for a few seconds longer, leaving you to start choking horribly. knowing it was swallowed, you were let go finally. shaking and drenched in water, you wildly swing your fist forward.

pure rage in hitting the man on the right. your leg kicks the other guy, before you hit the priest once. a strong hit leaves you slumped, mind swirling until you were no longer able to stay awake.

a strong jerk makes your eyes flicker open. charles was crying softly, making you ignore your own pain. sitting up you look at the man holding him. out of it but desperate you plea.

“give him to me. please, i-i was a mother, i know how to make him stop.” you lie out of instinct but the man seems irritated and hands charles over with ease. ignoring their looks as we come to a stop.

pressing a soft kiss to his head, you hold him soft rocking him softly. your watch the men get out of the vehicle, it was dark out now and your head hurt so bad.

keeping it together for the sake of charles, you try to stay focused. the priest man comes back and you clutch charles more tightly, charles surprisingly soothes down within your hold.

“come on, lets go.” knowing what happen last time, you slowly move out the car, careful with charles the cold wind hits your skin for your only in a nightgown and light sweater. which was blood stained.

the darkness led you to follow him, but soon a room with light appears. you sat down as instructed, feeling the light make your head hurt worse. you notice the two other guys didn’t follow through and he was now alone.

trying not to move, you let charles sit beside you. oddly enough he gave charles something to eat while you stay silent. he looks up at you with a smile.

“the deal is all taken care of, you will be taken care of soon.”

this sick bastard. he gets up suddenly looking back at me, “stay here.” the tone was threatening and you nod softly. scared of what might happen, you sit quietly listening in hard.

moments pass before you heard the words uttered, “please don’t shoot.” you fly up, feeling dizzy from the quickness, glancing back seeing if charles will be okay.

moving forward grasping the wall beside you, as the spots slowly fade from your vision. following the way he took trying to listen in on where the sounds were coming from.

moving quicker at the noise of grunting and painful sounds, ignoring your own pain. you round the corner, taking in the sight of the priest guy fighting a younger guy.

in the oddest moment you notice a hat, the familiar hat. the cap thomas had, a similar one on the ground. “you know who your fucking messing with?”

he throws the guy against a bench, swinging on him. both hands wrap around his throat in such a swift motion. the look on his face reminded you of what yours probably looked like. without thinking you grab a nearby book.

“i’ll take the fuckin’ life from ya’.” you throw the book, it missing your goal hitting him in the back. “leave him the hell alone!” rushing forward, as he turns around one arm coming out. his elbow hits you harshly making you fly back.

hitting the side of a bench, your ribs aching out from the movement. not even knowing what you hit, you stay on the floor. tears leave your eyes unwillingly from the pain.

flying back the back of your head slams into a bench, rolling over sideways. in a slump, you barely were able to make out what was in front of you. all the damage to your head, you knew in nursing this was severe.

“both of ya’ gypsie bastards” without a second thought, the man slices the priest eye. him stumbling back in pain, as the younger man kept coming and coming at him.

“melanie?” you call out as you swore you heard her voice. snapping out of it at the slam open of doors.

two men emerge from a door, too much in pain to handle that situation. trying to push up, hearing the sound of charles cries. “charles.” you gasp out, completely remembering the boy.

managing to get up shakily, moving forward only to stop momentarily. taking in the sight of the bloody mess of the once alive priest. the image locks you in, before you turn back. your were weak and slow but you reach charles.

collapsing beside him leaning back against a near wall. ignoring everything in the world, for it was too much to bare. how odd you found yourself near something of pure innocence; after the chaos you just endured.

charles babbles as you softly sob, “oh charles.”

“it’s alright.” the mans voice spoke, stopping you momentarily. you went silent uncertain exactly anymore of anything. despite everything though you speak up.

“thank ya’.” your tone hush as if you weren’t bold to speak loud. the man sighs out and you wince.

“but ya’ gotta get th-thomas.” the words slip out weakly, eyes flutter as they gaze upon the boy. not even noticing he came around the corner. blood soaked and shaken up, trying desperate to stay focused.

“i’m michael, i’m tommy’s cousin.”

so simple, which was all that was needed. “y/n solomons.” he helps you up, you lean against the wall as he scoops charles up. “hold onto my arm, there is a car outside.”

managing to get inside, but once settled your body slumps. you try to stay up, but the tiredness takes over.

still out not noticing you arriving at the shop, or that michael already took charles inside to the rest of his family. he notified them of you. ada and polly knew for they were the ones who helped you get your clothing.

thomas spoke of you to arthur once.

michael ends up carrying your lifeless looking form inside. polly rushing out orders, ada making a place for you to lay. you were set down and polly pushes your hair out of the way examining you, but when she touches you.

her heart sank. for no reason apparent it just did.

“someone call thomas.” and the cheerful glee of happiness of charles was apparent but the dark silent loom of your appearance was one of unease.

“mum, sh-she helped save him.” he confessed out to polly, who let out a sigh. “well call the damn doctor as well, for christ sakes.”

your eyes flutter open slowly, “charles?”

polly grasp your hand, “he’s safe dear, your both safe now.”

“n-no my head. i can’t my head.” you groan in agony, and your heart aches. “thomas?”

the room went silent. “tho-thomas?” polly speaks up, “he’s on the way.” yet after those words your eyes roll back. “the doctors on the way!” ada calls out and polly sighs in worry for the girl.

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mrs-johansson · 4 months ago

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Escape from LA - Lisa Manobal x Fem!Depp!Reader

Part 8:

I couldn’t tell if I was hallucinating or not. Her body moved around like it was the easiest thing in the world. I didn’t even know she was gonna pole dance!

Lisa walked off the stairs and she was in a different outfit and my eyes didn’t move from her body.

“Give me what the fuck I want!” As she sang those words, my mind just went to so many places. “I would give her every fucking thing!” I couldn’t help but say, my sister, laughing hysterically while pointing a camera in my face.

Lisa’s dance parts were just INSANE. She was so flexible and well controlled, it was unbelievable.

“I think I’m high,” I said once she was off stage. Shake grabbed me by the shoulder and shook me a little. “Bro, you’re so damned! You gotta talk to her later!” She said and I didn’t know what to say. “I’ll need a lot of alcohol for that!” Yeah… My brain was fried.

The dancers left the stage soon, then pitched black again.

And then BOOMBAYAH started playing. Literally one of my top three BP songs.

The way Lisa said that bad girl line was like a big hit of green. Her outfit was even better than the previous two, hugging her body perfectly.

I was jumping, dancing and singing at the same time. So happy to be there, spending my birthday like this was the best.

Lovesick girls came next, and Lisa’s part in this song is just so good. I was literally just watching her dance and sing her heart out.

Type girl was alone an experience. The way this choreography was put together was absolutely incredible. These feathers were fantastic. Lisa’s rap part was hot as fuck like all of them so far.

Shut down is my favorite. Like all time favorite. The way I sang this song with my shitty ass Korean was criminal. I filmed a lot again, taking a bunch of pictures but also just staring at Lisa.

I feel like Tally is the most relatable for me. And clearly the girls were really enjoying every word and singing with their heart.

One of the last songs was Ddu-du ddu-du and the crowd ate it up. Everyone knows this song so even if you’re not a fan you’ll know it. The visuals went off once again, looking so dope. The dance was so fun and iconic. I didn’t want any of it to end.

Forever young was the closing song and they were on a platform now, rising to the sky, and I bet even from there they couldn’t see the end of the crowd. Then the girls were on the stage again, making their way back to the main part. All of the dancers came in for the last few minutes, lights and special effects going crazy, lighting up the crowd. It was a big ass party.

The girls said their goodbyes and Lisa was almost running off stage. But they stopped at the top and said a couple more things while the platform took them down.

Lily-Rose, Shake and I fought our way backstage which was very hard but we made it. Obviously it was very rowdy and busy back there, so I thought I’d wait for a while so the girls have their moments with their team. I asked for a round of drinks for the three of us and paid but then my phone buzzed.

Lisa💋: where are you?

me: backstage, we’re at the bar

Lisa💋: stay there!

I took the gin and tonic from the bartender and looked for any possible signs of Lisa. Then I saw slender arms wiggling in the air, making their way through the crowd. Phone in one of the hands while the other held a pink plastic cup. The last couple people stepped away and Lisa popped out of the crowd, an enormous smile on her face, looking around then she saw me. She didn’t waste time and ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands immediately grabbed onto her shoulders, trying to balance my cup in one of them as she spun us around. After a couple seconds she put me down, the smile didn’t disappear from her face. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were sparkling. “You were fucking amazing!” I acknowledged, my hands still on her shoulders, and hers around my waist. “My jaw was literally on the floor. I’m sure my sister has pictures of it.” Lisa chuckled and she looked away because of shyness. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said, her voice very humbled and genuine. “And your solo… Why didn’t you tell me you’re gonna be dancing on a pole?” I raised my eyebrows and a smirk immediately pulled on her fluffy lips. “It was a surprise… You knew a lot about the show already, I had to keep something special,” she shrugged and I scoffed. “Well that… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget. A birthday to remember…” I tilted my head a little, looking down at her lips then back to her eyes. “The night is still young,” Lisa lifted the cup to her lips, taking a long sip of whatever she was drinking. Her eyes remained on me and all I could think about was her dancing on that pole and the video that was on the screen before she came on.

Lisa changed into a different outfit but kept her hair and makeup, while I waited for her I chatted with Rosie and she was getting tipsier by the minute so it was really funny. We were sitting on one of the coaches in the garden area, and we were having drinks. Suddenly she put her arm around my shoulder, and looked at me with a serious but funny face. “Can I tell you something?” She asked and I chuckled but nodded. “Lisa is so much happier since you two are talking. She always talks about you, it’s getting annoying sometimes but you know…” she shrugged and I could only laugh. I’m sure Lisa wouldn’t be happy to hear Rose spill her secrets. “Well I’m much happier since I’m talking to her. I guess that’s a plus right?” I asked, curious about her tipsy answer. “Aw come on, just ask her out already. I’m 100% sure she would say yes, actually…” She leaned back in her seat, taking a sip of vodka soda that she was drinking. “101% sure.” Rose said and I shook my head with a smile. “You really think she would say yes? The circumstances are pretty shitty, you know that,” I downed the last bit of my drink. The trailer door opened, Lisa and the girls came out in their different outfits, a drink with each of them. “It’s worth a try,” Rose whispered before standing up, pulling me with her. “Y/n rides with us,” she announced to the three others and I looked at her questioningly. “Am I?” “Yes.” Lisa said with a serious face, coming to my side and putting her arm around my waist. I gently put my hand over hers, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. “And where are we going exactly?” I asked. “We rented a house for the after party, it’s not far from here.”

After everyone got their stuff we all made our way to the cars waiting for us, Jennie texted Lily-Rose the address so they could come too. Jisoo and Jennie sat at the first two seats behind the driver, then Rose took two seats, saying she needs to rest her legs, so Lisa and I were in the back, not that I minded. “I took so many pictures and videos, I think my phone is gonna explode,” I said as I scrolled through my gallery. “Are they any good?” Rose asked and I pulled a face, knowing probably half of the pictures will be blurry. “No comment.”

Lisa was staring at her phone next to me, and she was very quiet. I didn’t want to peek at her screen so I just turned my head away. Her hand landed on my knee, making me look at her. She handed me her phone, her messages with someone. Oh shit.

Frédéric A.: hey, I just got the invite to the after party from your team. Just wanted to tell you I’ll be there

My eyes were on Lisa in a second. She looked furious. “A lot of people will be there, it’s gonna be fine,” I brushed my hand along hers. “Yeah, but I thought he was busy and he couldn’t come, now suddenly he has time,” she said. “But he doesn’t know, does he?” I asked, not sure about this reaction. “No, of course not.” I’m so curious about this guy though. “Have you guys talked about this though? I mean… seeing other people,” I asked carefully. Lisa closed her phone without giving a reply to Frédéric. “We said if there’s someone, obviously we’ll have to keep it very private. I’m sure he has someone too,” she said, avoiding eye contact. So this means she’s somewhat serious about this?

We were listening to music on the way to the house, and altogether had a very great vibe from that. I couldn’t help but always have my hands somehow on Lisa. Either on her thigh, her arms or her waist but it’s not like it wasn’t the other way around.

Soon we got to the house and already there were a bunch of people, colorful lights escaping through the tall windows. I could see Lily-Rose and Shake smoking outside the house, talking with some other people, but I couldn’t see who so I just left the subject. Then we got out of the car and Lisa grabbed onto my arm, pulling me to her side which made me look up at her immediately, thinking something’s wrong. “Why is your sister talking to Frédéric?” As she said those words I looked over and noticed him right away, then me and my sister made eye contact. Lily-Rose waved us over, and I cleared my throat. “This is gonna be awkward.”

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ru-fiction · 1 year ago

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Ken X GN Reader

~ Connected to my Ken x Reader story. The life of the reader before the events of the Barbie Movie.

~ Pining for each other.

~ If you haven't read my story the reader is the younger sibling of Raquelle and Ryan.

~Picture reference for Stacy, Chelsea, Skipper, and Barbie in this story.

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The Sun rose high above Barbieland, shining down brightly on the purple Victorian Mansion, its light reflecting off the golden statues of Raquelle that surrounded the building.

Inside the house in one of the many rooms, laid you all snuggled up in bed. The curtain in your room shut out the light leaving you encompassed in darkness. You were having a peaceful dream, one in which you could just sit and be with your loved ones without any judgement. A smile made its way on your unconscious face. You were peaceful.

Until....

The door to your room slammed open revealing your siblings, Raquelle and Ryan. Ryan had a grin on his face as he pulled a horn from behind his back as Raquelle made her way towards the curtain.

She pulls it open flooding your room with light as Ryan begins to play the horn making you jump up from your sleep and fall out of your bed in panic.

You groan from the ground before standing up and glaring at your grinning siblings.

"Seriously, Every time."

Raquelle walks to your closet and shifts through different clothes trying to find something to match her and Ryan's red leather looks. Ryan pushes you into the bathroom before shutting the door.

You were Y/N Lee Kim, the youngest and kindest of the group. You came out a few years ago, a new doll without an adjective just something Mattel hoped would stick. A Collab opportunity and that was it.

You didn't usually sleep in, not because you didn't want to but because everyone in Barbieland was expected to be up and about during the day. Your siblings basically made a schedule to keep you busy every hour of the day.

"Y/N!! Let's go!!"

Ryan banged hard on the door before opening the door and tossing to you the clothes Raquelle had picked out for you.

"Come on, we're already late. Let's go, let's go, let's go!!"

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, closing the door in his face to get ready.

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You walked out of the bathroom in your black dress shirt and ombre red and black dress pants to find your siblings, hastely throwing food into a plastic togo container.

Raquelle wore a red and black ombre dress with red heels while Ryan wore a similar outfit as yours though he finished his look with an ombre jacket.

"What are you two doing?"

Raquelle stuffs the Togo container into a bag as Ryan grabs the keys to his car and the two push you out the door.

"Because someone wanted to sleep in.. we missed our 5 am rehearsal."

You rolled your eyes at Ryan. He literally ran a show until 12 am, a show in which no one showed up.

"Who has rehearsals at five in the morning?"

The three of you hop into the red car. Ryan and Raquelle took the front and you laid down in the back.

"If Raquelle can get up every morning to run, you can get up and rehearse."

You grumble to yourself and glare at Ryan as the car pulls out of the lawn and onto the plastic road.

"So what do we have today sis?"

Ryan slightly glanced in Raquelle's direction.

"A bunch of freelance chores that our sibling couldn't help but say yes to doing."

Raquelle gave you an annoyed look as you shrugged.

"What? I like helping people out."

"They don't help you."

"So..."

"So, why would you do that to yourself?"

Raquelle looks back at you.

"If I want to help my friends, I'm going to help them."

"Everyone knows to help someone only if you're getting some back in return. Right, Ryan?"

Ryan nods along to Raquelle, his attention mostly on the road and not on whatever the two of you were arguing about.

"That's stupid."

"It's not stupid."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you motion to the twins.

"We help each other all the time."

"That's different."

Raquelle swings her finger around motioning to each of you.

"We're family."

"And they're my friends!!"

Raquelle rolls her eyes at your statement. The only ones that could ever be considered "friends" to the three of you were the Kens and Allan.

"You can't call everyone your friend just because you had two conversations with them. Let's not delude ourselves."

Your brows raise, challengingly.

"I'm delusional now."

"Alright, Alright. You guys need to stop, you're being annoying now."

Ryan turns on the radio and the station was playing one of Barbie's favorite songs.

"Great."

Raquelle slides down in her seat as Ryan drives you guys to your destination.

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You and Raquelle stood behind the kitchen counter of Baker Barbie's bakery, sticking plastic frosting onto a plastic cupcake. Raquelle grumbled about it but put in a lot of effort after Barbie said that she would give you guys what was left after her delivery.

Ryan was walking back and forth, frantically talking on the phone.

"Please, give me another chance. This is something I'm super serious about."

Ryan made a face as if he was offended by what the other person said.

"Of course I'm serious about this. This is my livelihood."

Ryan stops walking for a second to look at you.

"It was a family emergency..."

You were starting to feel kind of bad. The person, Ryan was talking to was the owner of the Venue You and Ryan signed a contract with. The person has been trying to find every reason to get rid of the two because of your affliction with Raquelle. The only reason they signed a contract with you was because Stereotypical Barbie charmed them into it. Because you slept in, it could cause you to lose it altogether.

"Then I guess it's done. My family comes first and if you don't like that then we can find something better."

Ryan walks up to the counter to help you guys out.

"So?"

Ryan looks at you before shrugging.

"We lost the venue."

Your shoulders dropped and your eyes started to fill with guilt.

"No, No."

Ryan walks up to your side and places his hand on your shoulders.

"I know I was upset earlier but do not blame yourself. They have been trying to get rid of us for a month now."

"But-"

"No, Buts. Now frost your cakes."

Ryan smiles at you before going to box up the cupcakes.

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"Thanks for distracting Ken for me. It's Barbie's political campaign party and I need everything to go perfectly."

You nod at Stereotypical Barbie, understandingly while Raquelle squints her eyes at her.

"So you want us to...Ken-sit?"

Barbie shrugs her shoulders, giving you all a sideways smile.

"Sort of. I don't mind hanging out with Ken but..."

Barbie looks off to the side, trying to find the right words to say.

"Sometimes he can get in the way and it does more harm than good."

You nod your head again, eagerly at the thought of spending the day with Ken. However it doesn't seem like everyone was on your side today.

"I don't know if Y/n told you but our schedule is pretty booked today."

You roll your eyes at your sister's statement, the only reason she didn't want to do it is because Barbie asked.

Barbie turns her attention to you directly.

"Oh, well. When I asked yesterday, You seemed pretty okay with it."

"That's because I am okay with it."

You turn to Barbie, giving her a big smile.

You give both Raquelle and Ryan a stern look, knowing Ryan wanted to interject about having to spend the day with Ken. Or at least an hour or two with him.

"You can count on me."

You go to salute but quickly get distracted by the sound of things falling on the floor. The four of you turn in the direction of the chaos to find Ken trying to gather the things he dropped.

"Ken!! I told you to be careful."

"I'm sorry, Barbie. I tripped over a heel."

Barbie walks over to where Ken stood and picks up a now broken model of Barbieland.

"Barbie needed this for her presentation tonight."

Ken looks down at his feet in shame before looking back up determined.

"I'll remake it. I'll spend all afternoon doing it if I have to."

Barbie however shakes her head at the idea.

"It's fine. I'll figure something out."

"Barbie-"

"It's okay. Really."

Barbie gives Ken a reassuring smile that seemed kind of forced to you but Ken believed it so it was fine.

Ken smiles at Barbie before his attention falls onto you. You start to get nervous under his gaze as his eyes light up at the sight of you.

"Y/N!!"

You wave at him.

"Hey, Ken!!"

He runs up to you and pulls you into a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground. You hugged him back tightly, as long as you could before Ryan broke the two of you apart, sending Ken a cold glare as he does so. Ken didn't seem bothered by it though.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all day!!"

Ken's attention was solely focused on you.

"Yeah, Yeah...I've been around."

You shrug slightly trying not to seem so nervous in front of him.

"Well, I missed you this morning."

"Did you?"

Ken nods at you.

"Well, I missed you too."

You smile at him causing his to widen as the two of you stare into the other's eyes. The temperature in the room started to rise, Barbie didn't notice more focused on how she was going to fix the model than what you two were up to. Raquelle and Ryan however looked on at the scene.

"Okay. Yeah, we all..we all missed each other. We're all besties. Everyone out the door."

Raquelle rolls her eyes at Ryan's attempt to break any type of tension you guys had. He was always so protective of you though it was more of an annoyance to the two of you. You wanted to see where the relationship would go despite the fact that you guys couldn't 'technically' be together whereas Raquelle just wanted to see you happy.

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The four of you decide to walk towards the next destination, it wasn't too far away since the Barbies were practically neighbors. However the walk was pretty miserable for you considering the fact that Ryan basically forced Ken to walk twenty feet behind you. Raquelle stayed with Ken because he was pouting about being lonely, hoping you would join him but Ryan sent Raquelle instead. Ryan and You walked side by side, his arm was around your shoulder constantly pushing you forward whenever you would stop to see what Ken and Raquelle would laugh about.

"This sucks..."

You pouted, frustrated with Ryan's overprotectiveness.

"Yeah, taking the car would be way faster."

You rolled your eyes at him before letting out a frustrated sigh. He rubs your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug before letting go.

"No worries, we'll be there any minute."

"Right..."

You sulked more when Ken and Raquelle laughed again. You weren't a jealous person but you sure wished you were Raquelle right about now.

Ken looked at you longingly as Raquelle talked about her dreams of opening up a boutique. He and Raquelle were close friends but at this moment he was wishing you were by his side instead.

"I can distract him you know."

"What?"

Ken looked at Raquelle confused about what she was saying.

"We're supposed to be babysitting. I can distract Ryan so that the two of you can have a moment alone."

Ken's eyes shine in excitement.

"You'd do that?"

Raquelle smiles at him and nods.

"As long as you finally confess, seeing you drool over my sibling from afar is getting kind of old."

Ken chuckles nervously.

"I'll try."

"That's all we can ask."

Once you guys make it towards a dream house, Ryan presses the doorbell causing the Barbie that owned the place to walk to the entrance.

She sighed in relief, giving you guys a smile, she looked tired though she tried to hide it.

"Chelsea, Stacy, Skipper!!"

After a few minutes the sound of foot steps could be heard before three other dolls joined you at the entrance. One was older than the others she had dark hair and she wore headphones around her neck, the other two were carbon copies of each other, one wore a sports jersey while the other was all dressed up.

"These are my sisters. They'll be the ones you're babysitting."

"What?"

"Barbie..."

"I'm a babysitter, we don't need a babysitter."

The three of them complained as Barbie pulled them to the side to talk to them. After a while the four join you again though the younger sisters weren't as enthusiastic as Barbie was.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem."

You wave her off with a smile.

~✨✨

An hour has passed since Barbie had left and the seven of you had all sat on the couch watching a movie. Chelsea seemed the most into it, Stacy sat next to her spinning a basketball on the tip of her finger, Skipper was drumming her fingers against her leg and her headphones were now on her head, the rest of you sat there bored out of your mind.

"Psst..."

Ken looked at Raquelle hoping she would give him her attention.

"Psst.."

Raquelle inhaled deeply through her nose.

"Psst..."

"Omg!! Someone answer him!!"

Everyone shushed Ryan causing him to glare at Ken. Raquelle turned to face Ken.

"What?"

Ken looked down bashfully before looking up to meet her eyes.

"You think you could give us a moment."

He gestures to you then himself.

"Alone."

Raquelle sighs before turning in your direction.

"Hey, Y/n!!"

"Yes, Raquelle?"

"Could you make us some snacks?"

You made a face before turning to her.

"Make it yourself."

"But I asked you..."

"So? You have legs..."

Raquelle sighs before trying something else.

"Kids, don't you want snacks?"

Stacy and Chelsea cheered.

"Yes!!"

"Of course!!"

Skipper shrugged.

"I could eat."

Raquelle sent you a cocky smirk.

"Are you really gonna let them down?"

You sighed sending Raquelle a glare before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. Raquelle waits a minute before ramming her elbow into Ken's stomach and nodding towards the kitchen, Ken smiles and mouths a thank you to her before getting up.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom..."

Ryan shrugs before turning back to the still picture of a fairy.

You turn to face the door once you hear it open, you smile once you realize Ken was there at the door.

"Hey!! What are you doing here, Ken?"

Ken shrugs and smiles back at you.

"I thought I could help."

"Oh?"

You look around but the dream house had a snack button so there were already cupcakes on the counter at the ready.

"I mean I'm kind of finished."

"Oh.."

Ken looks down upset that he missed his chance. You stare at him for a bit before taking the plate and pushing it into the trash.

"Whoops..."

Ken looks up at you as you sit by the counter patting the seat beside you.

"Grab the flour and stuff, we can chat a bit while we're at it."

A smile finds its way on Ken's face again as he hastily makes his way to you after grabbing the ingredients.

"So, how's your day been?"

"Good, Good."

Ken places his cheek in his hand as he stares deeply into your eyes.

"Anything happen on the beach today?"

You start to grab the ingredients from him and place them on the table, taking two eggs and putting them in a bowl.

Ken thinks about it his day for a bit before making a face, he shakes his head and shrugs when he notices your attention on him.

"What was that?"

"What?"

You pointed at him with a spoon.

"That face you made. What happened?"

Ken looks embarrassed and shakes his head again.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

Ken pretends to be offended by your comment.

"Me a Liar? I would never lie to you."

You place a hand on your hip before shaking your spoon at him.

"You're lying to me right now, mister. C'mon tell me."

Ken sighs as you give him your best puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, Okay...So, Ken was doing as he does, pretending he's the best Ken that ever graced Barbieland."

You roll your eyes at his statement, he always took any chance he could to throw shade at Simu!Ken.

"Barbie wanted to have a dance off."

"Right..."

You start to add the rest of the ingredients in the bowl making sure to keep glancing at Ken so he knew you were listening.

"We were all supposed to have 10 mins to dance and Ken's 10 minutes were up however he kept dancing showing off his stupidly great dance moves."

"He is a great dancer."

Ken pouts at you and you respond by shrugging then ruffling his hair.

"Anyway, I stepped in for my turn and tried to do a round off like I saw gymnast Barbie do but I ended up tripping over his foot. I tried to catch myself but I grabbed Ken's shirt and we both ended up on the ground. Suffice it to say, I did not win."

You pat him on the back before pushing the bowl in front of him to stir.

"Maybe no one noticed."

"Everyone was watching..."

"If it makes you feel better I lost my venue for my show."

Ken faces you with a concerned look.

"What?! Why?! How?!"

You shrug.

"I overslept..."

"Oof...What did Ryan say?"

"He took it surprisingly well."

Ken's eyebrows were raised in shock.

"That's surprising.."

You rolled your eyes with a smile knowing he was right.

"He's not that bad."

You take the bowl from him before placing it into the oven and closing it.

"Oh yeah? Remember that time the two of us wanted to go roller skating together."

You smiled at his words, you had never learnt how to roller skate and Ken has offered to teach you. You remembered talking about it with your siblings nonstop, you counted the days until your day off but Ryan had caught a cold.

You were more worried about being a good sibling to think about how logical that would be...

"What about that time I got both of us ice cream?"

Ryan ended up taking both from Ken and eating it in front of him when you were busy talking to Raquelle.

"Or that time we went to the movies..."

That day was completely ruined. Ryan followed you and brought along a confused Raquelle. He ended up taking Ken's seat and having him sit in a row further away which was Ryan's. Let's just say no one but Ryan was happy that day.

"I see your point..."

You furrowed your brows thinking over all the times Ryan ruined your moments with Ken.

"He's just trying to be... protective."

You walk up to him and he pulls you close, laying his head on your stomach with a sigh.

"Does he have to be protective all the time? Sometimes I just want to be with you..."

You smile at him as he looks up at you.

"Just the two of us..."

The two of you stare deeply into each other's eyes, just admiring the other before the door opens up.

"Guys c'mon the kids are hun-"

Raquelle stops in her tracks as Ken glares at her.

"I ruined the moment..."

You sigh pulling away from Ken to grab the cupcakes from the oven which were now completely done.

"I'm just gonna...Yeah."

Raquelle walks out with an apologetic look on her face. You and Ken stare at each other, shaking your head with a smile on your face before heading out with the cupcakes.

When the two of you make your way back into the living room, you notice that the sitting arrangement changed. Ryan was now between Raquelle and the Kids. Raquelle nods to the empty spot that was now open for you and Ken to sit beside each other much to the annoyance of Ryan.

Raquelle winks at Ken and he smiles back at her quickly pulling you into the spot beside him.

~✨✨

About an hour later, Barbie walks back into the house giving Ken a big hug and thanking the rest of you.

"I appreciate it so much, thank you."

You shrug with a smile.

"It was nothing. They were absolute angels."

"Can we go to the beach later Barbie? Can we? Can we?"

"Of course we can."

Barbie waves the four you goodbye before shutting the door.

The four of you start to walk back in the direction of your car. Ken however was dragging his feet.

"Could you walk any slower Kenny boy?"

You all looked back at the sadden doll.

"Ken, what's wrong?"

Ken shakes his head.

"Nothing, I just have to go to Barbie's party in a few minutes. She wants me to support Barbie. I won't get to spend the day with you."

"Oh, Ken."

You walk up to him placing both your hands on his cheeks.

"We'll see each other tomorrow.."

You lean in and whisper.

"Meet me at our spot tomorrow evening."

"Hey, Too close."

Raquelle rolls her eyes before pulling Ryan along. Ken smiles at you with a nod before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

"See you tomorrow.."

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