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astonmartinii · 8 months

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i hope your finger’s ok!! please take all the time you need and remember you health comes first :) imma be selfish and send you a charles request cause ur writing makes me smile at my phone like an idiot and i can’t help it :p ok so!! charles x versteppen reader? shes max’s sister and drives for redbull (cause im delulu like that) and they’ve been fighting w each other since they were kids (no one knows why they started arguing they’re j petty and refuse to give it up even though they dk what they’re arguing abt anymore) and obvs they’re in love w each other - maybe another drivers flirting w her or smth and charles j snaps and hard launches the reader cause surprise they’ve been dating each other 🤭 holy shit this is long sorry for rambling 🙏🙏

angel baby, devil child | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

enemies to lovers blah blah blah

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yourusername: crazy, crazy race. sorry not sorry to the tifosi, tell ur girl @charles_leclerc to kiss my ass not my rear tyre xoxo

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user1: okay they're clearly still in the enemies phase... when can we skip to lovers

user2: i personally love that charles is the mortal enemy of both verstappen siblings that's so slay of him

maxverstappen1: crop me out again and say goodbye to a tow in qualifying

yourusername: sorry maxy, not my fault i got all the photogenic genes xx

maxverstappen1: erm rude @christianhorner tell her to stop bullying me

yourusername: two can play at that game @sebastianvettel tell max to stop being a baby

user3: the way neither christian or seb replied they really don't get paid enough to deal with them

charles_leclerc: what is it with verstappens and their love for pushing me off the track

yourusername: what is it with your front wing and my rear tyre

charles_leclerc: umm i asked you first

yourusername: stop deflecting babe, we all know you love my ass so much you wanted a touch

charles_leclerc: i'd rather deep fry my hands than touch your rear

maxverstappen1: that can be arranged

user4: can't wait for these three to all be in the same press conference next week 🍿

carlossainz55: my favourite person to share the podium with

yourusername: thanks chilli (@tifosi you heard it here sainz is against ferrari 1-2s)

carlossainz55: NO that's not what i meant

landonorris: i see how it is ... god all men are the same AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH FOR YOU?

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maxverstappen1: happy birthday to my bestest friend, biggest rival and favourite roommate. though maybe now you're 23 you can get your own place so you can sneak out to meet up with your secret boyfriend on your own terms and can keep that massive ballsack away from jimmy and sassy. i love you and verstappen dominance 4 ever.

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user7: i love y/n but i think she should bring her cat to races as a scare tactic

yourusername: wrinkle doesn't appreciate your tone but it is duly noted

yourusername: awwwwwwwww i love you maxy !! and you're never getting rid of your little sister unless you get married and ur a big fat nerd so that's never happening xx

maxverstappen1: attacking me after i just bought you a whole ass car

yourusername: i JOKE. thank you soooo much and you'll never get rid of me you love me too much to anyway.

maxverstappen1: enough to finally introduce me to the mystery man?

yourusername: blocked.

user8: are we all just ignoring her doing her literal eyeliner with a knife?

user9: or the fact that max likely walked in and was like oh wait this is a sick shot

danielricciardo: oh no that was me, i'm still traumatised but it's probably the best photo i've ever taken

yourusername: easy to do with a model like me

charles_leclerc: wtf is that thing in the last one

yourusername: rude of you to think ur balls look any nicer

charles_leclerc: what?

yourusername: what?

user10: does anyone want to elaborate?

carlossainz55: happy birthday y/n !

yourusername: thanks carlos, thank you for the flowers 👍

user11: this is either their way of flirting or y/n really couldn't give a flying fuck about carlos' obvious crush on her

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yourusername: another trip around the sun and still following my brother around, difference is now i beat him x

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user16: your honour i am so obsessed with her

maxverstappen1: can't even be angry about it, you deserve the world

yourusername: you softy, i love you

maxverstappen1: also dummy i know who your boyfriend is now did you guys forget that we LITERALLY LIVE TOGETHER

yourusername: i was intoxicated my bad but we bought you breakfast?

maxverstappen1: literally the only reason he hasn't gone over the balcony, he might want to be gone before this hangover wears off

yourusername: noted.

user17: yall want to share with the class?

user18: based on ^^ this reaction i'm going to say it's not carlos

user19: watch out he'll drop a shit pick-up line in a second and be rejected

carlossainz55: hope you enjoyed your birthday beautiful

user20: bro this guy STINKS

user19: i told yall

yourusername: thank you carlos

user21: i'm sorry this is dry as hell it can't be carlos

charles_leclerc: my shoes will never recover, i'll be sending an invoice your way

yourusername: you're a millionaire boo, you can replace those tacky white trainers yourself

charles_leclerc: is having no manners a verstappen trait?

yourusername: come for max all you want, but the birthday girl? low leclerc

charles_leclerc: when you go low i go lower

yourusername: oh believe me i know all about you and going down

user22: DO YALL MIND?

user23: do they think we're dumb?

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charles_leclerc: a weekend without racing?

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user24: what is biden doing about the soft launch pandemic?

user25: well this is oddly timed ...

yourusername: you look like you'd have sweaty hands

charles_leclerc: wouldn't you like to know

yourusername: unlike all ur fangirls i've actually smelt you sweaty after a race so you can keep your hands to yourself

maxverstappen1: you heard her 🤨

charles_leclerc: why are you here? is this a 2 for 1 deal on annoying dutch people

yourusername: you can call him annoying all you want, but you love me don't lie

charles_leclerc: my lawyer says i shouldn't comment on that ;)

sebastianvettel: when will you two stop?

yourusername: sorry seb :(

charles_leclerc: sorry seb :(

user26: i know carlos is sick reading this weird flirting when y/n never comments on his pics

user27: she comes here just to flirt cause she didn't even like the photo

user28: she doesn't even follow him 😭

pierregasly: i love a slow burn as much as the next person BUT NOT WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHO IT IS PICK UP THE PHONE

charles_leclerc: you're so dramatic, nobody knows calmar

maxverstappen1: he's lying i do

pierregasly: WHAT

charles_leclerc: by ACCIDENT i didn't tell him by choice

user29: so like, it's definitely y/n LOL

user30: oh no everyone get ready marca is going to run a story tomorrow about how charles leclerc is ruining carlos' career with psychological warfare by flirting with the girl he likes

user31: sainz sr about to wage war lol

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charles_leclerc: i don't share. i love you. please follow me on instagram now (and let me come on max's jet) x

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user35: HOLY FUCK

user36: they're so fucking sexy my lord

yourusername: you're so weak, one teammate flirts with me and you hard launch, i've had 12 year olds use me as a face claim to pretend they're pregnant with your child

charles_leclerc: they took your face? i happen to quite like it, can they give it back?

yourusername: quite?

charles_leclerc: don't make me look bad you know i positively LOVE YOUR FACE

yourusername: and my ass since it's all you look at on track

charles_leclerc: okay you can drop the act now people know we're in love stop being mean to me :(

yourusername: but it's true, no?

charles_leclerc: rest assured i love your actual ass much more

maxverstappen1: believe me the people she lives with know WAY too much about how much you love it

user37: carlos sainz really thought he had a chance when these fools have been together for TWO years

sebastianvettel: congratulations you two, glad we don't have to watch you two trying to be subtle now

maxverstappen1: so wait when did you find out?

sebastianvettel: about two weeks into the relationship, they were very obvious

yourusername: thank you for keeping our secret dad <3

user38: y/n really said you ARE my grid dad

yourusername: oh no that's my actual dad

charles_leclerc: he's literally going to walk y/n down the aisle

maxverstappen1: please don't tell me you're engaged? i only just got over you actually being together

charles_leclerc: i'm not your brother yet don't worry (i will be soon)

carlossainz55: congrats guys

user39: it's okay bro you can cry

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yourusername: two years with the love of my life, still on max's side on val d'argenton x

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user40: they're disgusting (when will it happen to me)

charles_leclerc: we'll have to agree to disagree

yourusername: just admit it you love to push verstappens off the track

charles_leclerc: sorry babe as much as i love you, i'll never let you win x

yourusername: good thing i always beat you then x

charles_leclerc: either way victory sex still bangs

user41: yes, yes they're cute, but i need a full on play-by-play of how this relationship came to be

user42: i know these menaces were giggling and kicking their feet every time they had an argument in comment sections

yourusername: oh it was very fun

charles_leclerc: but the radio messaged are 100% real lol

maxverstappen1: thanks for having my back, you're welcome for all the gross pictures i've taken for you guys

yourusername: consider your payment like every meal i make us

maxverstappen1: well if i did it f1 would be down three drivers

user43: wait so does charles basically live with them now?

maxverstappen1: unfortunately yes. depressing music, even worse cooking than me and horrendously loud sex with my sister. i should kick him out

charles_leclerc: i literally bought you noise-cancelling headphones?

maxverstappen1: nothing you can say will save me from this trauma

yourusername: just shag daniel and get off of our case x

note: ahhhhh i am so sorry this request took so long, my inbox keeps moving stuff around lol. my finger is good thanks for asking, the human body is a wonder and i peeled off the last of my scab this week lol. i hope this was the kinda thing you were looking for !! xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc x you

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chayacat · 3 years

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Devil’s Sweet Star (32)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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When you make a deal, you have to make sure that both parties respect their share. usually that’s the case, but sometimes some people decide to... play differently. And when it starts to play differently, to play personal ... The finality is never good. Often, the one who wants to betray the other ends badly, sometimes it’s the one who respects who ends badly and sometimes both suffer. In Danny's case, he knows that the deal will be respected between the two of you.

He knows perfectly well that you will respect your share of the deal. And he's going to respect his own. He would have liked to wait a little longer before revealing everything to you but... it seems that fate has speed things up. It doesn't bother him that much, it's just a shame that it happens so early. With what he told you once your deal was made... You will not dare to betray him.

* I didn't have, and I don't really want to know YOUR world. * You said with disgust.

* No one wants to enter in it sweetheart. But one day or another, you end up getting into it, one way or another. But on the other hand, if I may say so, it would be better for both of us if Jed were not aware of it. Imagine the disappointment he would have, if he learned that his little treasure collaborated with a murderer! Me in addition, the assassin of Roseville. * Danny said tragically ironic.

* He'll know! I cannot lie to him and betray all the trust he has in me! He knows it when I'm not well, he...*

*Listen, Honey. You have an interest, that your nerdy boyfriend doesn’t know anything about what’s happening between us. Because if he ever learns it, not only does your little couple stop before it has really started... but in addition your two lives will stop too. For I would no longer keep my promise to leave him alive. And so do you. Did I make myself understood correctly? * Replied Danny, taking your face by the chin with one hand. He released you when you nod. *Good. You have all the cards in hand, and two lives. Let's see if you get to the end of the game. *

If with this you dare not keep your word, either you be stupid or suicidal. Or both. Today, you will both visit the apartment that is above yours. The perspective to share the same roof with you, delights him and annoys him a little. He is delighted to be able to live with you, to no longer be forced to go to your apartment, even if you are right next door, to see you. And at least, no more problem knowing who will end up in the other's bed, you will have your room for both of you.

But it also annoys him because necessarily, who says to live together ... means that you could, driven by curiosity, enter his office, and discover everything. Oh of course you'll know, when he will tell you everything, when he will finally show his face, but if you could wait until Hoggins is dead... it would suit him. He's going to have to work out a couple of things with you. Just like you will surely do with him! But apart from leave you a little privacy and don’t dig into your wardrobe ... He doesn’t know what you could ask him.

He was waiting for you outside the door of the apartment, Mr Lawson having given the keys to visit while waiting for him to arrive. The poor man had to take care of his wife who was bedridden because of a flu. Poor woman. She was always kind to Danny, always worried about whether he had everything he needed to not get sick, and to treat himself if needed. She was a kind of maternal figure for Danny involuntarily. The mom he wished he had... When he saw you arrive, he displayed his angelic smile, and took you in his arms to kiss you.

“Mr Lawson will be there in a few minutes, his wife is sick so he takes care of her a little, but he gave me the keys to visit the apartment already. We'll see for the work after when he’ll be there.” he said, looking at you softly.

“Poor woman...I hope she’ll be better soon.” you simply said.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! It’s just... I'm a little stressed with everything that's happening to me right now... the festival, the fact that we move in together. I feel like I'm going to have a hard time managing all of this all at once.”

“That’s why I'm here, sweety. think of the festival, I will take care of the apartment. And don't worry, it doesn't bother me. Ready?”

You nod and Danny opened the door to the apartment. He let you pass so that you would not see the sneaky little smile that was looming on his lips. When you want, you know how to lie. Just give you some motivation for. The apartment was rather comfortable, it will be even more so when the furniture will be there, but it’s comfortable. There were quite a few pieces, including one that could serve as an office for Danny. That he will lock of course. He will have to think about scotching his boxes well too... The bedroom was a little larger than the others, two wardrobes being on either side of the wall where the bed will be.

“It's pretty here... I don’t see any particular problem at the level of the works apart from redoing the paintings to our tastes.” You said, looking all around the room.

“For now. But it’s better to look carefully. You never know, there can be electrical problems... or water leaks.” responds Danny, before noticing a few holes in the wall of one of the wardrobes. “See?”

“OK. we're going to do each room and we're going to write down what's wrong.”

Together you inspect all the rooms of the apartment and gradually write down everything that was wrong. There were the holes in one of the wardrobes in the bedroom, a plug that does not work in the living room and another in the kitchen, a slight water leak in the bathroom at the sink and finally a slightly damaged floor in Danny's future office. Mr. Lawson arrived a few minutes later, his wife took a nap after eating a little. Danny explained all the problems there were, the old man assuring him that every problem will be solved and that you can move in safely.

You all leave the apartment and Mr. Lawson warns Danny that he will start work as soon as his wife is better. Danny replied that if he had to, he would take care of the work, he would just need the equipment. Once Mr. Lawson left, Danny turned to you to take you in his arms.

“Do you have something planned for today? We could take the opportunity to take a little tour …" asks Danny.

“We could... But I had planned to see with Corey and Amy to start making this cake for the city festival.” you respond.

“You’ve got two weeks for that...”

“And I've got all my life for you.”

Danny smiled before hearing his phone ringing. It was Wilhelm. What did he want from him?

“Inspector?” said Danny.

“Olsen. We caught the man who was talking with Hoggins. It’s better for you if you’re there for the interrogation. That way, you will have the info directly at the source.” responds Wilhelm.

“I arrive immediately inspector.” replied Danny before hanging up. “Sorry love. I've to go. Wilhelm stopped the man who was with Hoggins three days before his argument with McKellan. He wants me to be there to record the news.”

“Good luck then. This kind of guy doesn't speak so easily. And there's a good chance he'll say anything.” you said with a smile.

“You know Wilhelm is maybe an asshole... but he is very good at making someone speak during an interrogation. He has.... very good arguments. See you later honey.”

Danny set out for the police station. It’s still surprising that Wilhelm called him. In a sense, it will actually be able to collect the information directly at the source. And in the other, Wilhelm will not have to tell him. Surely that’s why he called. So that he doesn't bother repeating everything to Danny. What a lazy ass. Danny arrived at the police station, presented himself to the policeman of the reception who pointed to him the interrogation room where Wilhelm and the man were. He knocked on the door and entered when the inspector gave him permission.

“Wilhelm.” said Danny.

“Olsen." Responds Wilhelm.

“He said something?”

“We haven’t started the interrogation. But you can already take notes on his file. We know him. This is not the first time he has been arrested.”

“it's surprising that you called me by the way. Knowing that we can't stand each other.”

“True. But it's... urgh, it’s thanks to you that we managed to catch this guy. So, I give you back the device by allowing you to attend the interrogation for your newspaper article. But I warn you Olsen. This is the first and last time. Don’t hope that this happens again.”

“You are too kind. I can't wait to see what I can get out of it.”

Wilhelm sighed before heading to the other part of the interrogation room, where the man was. He had everything from a notorious drug dealer. He looked elsewhere, swinging a little back and forth, a typical symptom of a slight lack of drugs.

“Devon. What a surprise. It’s...the fifth time maybe from the beginning of the month? You try to beat a record?” said Wilhelm, sitting in front of the man.

“Shut up Wilhelm.” Responds Devon.

“Oh. Usually, you are more... aggressive with me from the start. Sometimes I don't even have time to sit down that I'm already on the verge of breaking your mouth. What happens to you, are you sick?”

“Go straight to the point, dirty cop asshole, why am I here? I have not sold any drugs today. And I made no one shit.”

“Ah, there I find my Devon.” replied Wilhelm before showing the picture Danny took. “Surely you're aware that Horace McKellan is dead huh? You surely also know that Hoggins threatened him 3 days before his death. Well, this little picture was taken a few days before the threats. You're very photogenic tell me, I love your profile face.”

“What’s the report?” asks coldly Devon.

“I want to know what you were talking about with Hoggins on the day of this photo. And I advise you not to play asshole with me. Because if I ever find the slightest trace of your passage at McKellan's house, it’s life imprisonment that you will take as a sentence. I am sure that your mother will be heartbroken.”

“Leave my mom f***ing alone!”

“So tell me everything you know! And I assure you that we will try to arrange your sentence according to your participation in this crime.”

Devon looks at the photo, slightly biting his tongue before blowing and facing Wilhelm.

“Hoggins was furious on the phone. He asked me to come and see him that day. He thought that his associate had betrayed him in relation to this scandal to save himself the balls. He wanted... He wanted to hire me to take care of him. He said to me, and I quote: This bastard is going to fuck everything up! He MUST disappear! and YOU will take care of it. He was willing to pay me $2,000,000 for it. I refused. ” he explains.

“With such a price you refused to kill? You will understand that I find it hard to believe.” said Wilhelm looking at Danny on the other side of the tinted glass.

“You may think what you want from me Wilhelm, drugged, failed, waste of society, but I'm not a f***ing killer. I left, telling him that I couldn’t kill a man who did nothing to me. He told me nothing. And 6 days later I learn that McKellan is dead. I told myself that he had finally found a guy crazy enough to do the job.”

Danny carefully noted everything Devon was saying, holding back from smiling. That's exactly what he needed to hear. And this will make the rest of his plan even more delectable. Hoggins is good for prison... unless Danny kills him before. Which, of course, is going to be the case in 2 weeks. Your name is going to be cursed over several generations Hoggins, you're screwed.

“He contacted you again after that?” asks Wilhelm.

“No. I didn't hear from him... until recently. He contacted me because he wanted to offer me another job. But when I arrived, he was irritated.” responds Devon.

“Why?”

“Two journalists from the Roseville Gazette, including one whose name was...how did he tell me already? Olsen, I think, came to interview him in relation to all this.”

Danny suddenly raised his head. Devon was therefore the famous important appointment that Hoggins had and that pushed him to shorten the interview. Why strangely it didn't shock him?

“What did he say?” Continues Wilhelm.

“At first, when I got him on the phone, he wanted us to discuss the drug business. But when I arrived, he got upset because this Olsen had provoked him on a bunch of stuff. I told him that it was the journalists, that it was normal for them to do this kind of practice. But he was so irritated that he didn't even hear that. What he made him shit the most was that this guy, Olsen, was dating a girl that Hoggins called "his bird of paradise". That it was out of the question for a "parasite" like Olsen to put his dirty paws on her. He told me that the girl in question was the boss of Nebula, the café that opened recently.”

Danny's blood only made one turn. Being called parasite, he didn’t care completely. But this dirty big pig, dares to consider you as HIS property? It's too much. You are only HIS and His ALONE.

“He told you something else?” Wilhelm said.

“He wanted me to go and scare this girl to leave Olsen. Nothing very nasty in itself. But here too I refused. I just want to do my business quietly, that's all.”

Wilhelm nod and leave the room to discuss with the other officers. Danny had stood back, pretending to reread his notes. With rage in his stomach, he thought of only one thing; Kill Hoggins. And it could happen faster than he had anticipated.

If Hoggins wants to play this game, if Hoggins is looking for war... He found it.

Unfortunately for him, he attacks the wrong person.

And he’s gonna pay for it.

***

(And it’s done! Summer Vacation is coming and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as you can! In this period of pandemic which unfortunately forced us to deprive ourselves of some things such as outings with friends and others, it’s time for all of us to enjoy this summer while remaining alert, hoping that it is finally over. I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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misssophiachase · 3 years

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All You Never Say - Part 4a

Mr Mikael and Mrs Esther Mikaelson and Dr Grayson and Mrs Miranda Pierce request the pleasure of your presence at the wedding of their children:

The Hon Elijah Edward Mikaelson and Dr Katherine Elena Pierce

On the twenty-third of June, twenty-twenty one, 1400h at Ely Cathedral followed by a reception at Mikaelson Manor, Ely Cambridgeshire

Dress: White Tie

23rd June 2021, Mikaelson Manor, Ely Cambridgeshire - 8:47am

“What do you mean the beagle ate the wedding cake?” Caroline hissed, shutting the door behind her so as not to alarm the bride on her big day.

“Well, I can detail the stages of destruction, but yes, the Mikaelson's beloved pet dog decided to taste test the cake early, long story short.” Caroline was certain that the housekeeper’s use of “the Mikaelson’s beloved pet dog” was clearly by design.

Caroline was all for adorable dogs, especially those that were photogenic for the wedding album like Tully, but not those who scoffed the cake before the ceremony had even begun. Especially given that extra amount of fondant and extra tier which cost the earth.

But given the way Tully looked at her with those imploring, brown eyes and the telling evidence of frosting smeared across her chops, she was close to calling it a day.

Who needed cake anyway? It was worth way too many calories and most people would be so drunk that far into the festivities it wouldn’t even matter, right?

“So, I see you’ve met our cute but pressing problem.”

Caroline turned to see the best man in all his glory. And by that she meant those unkempt curls, sly grin and a fitted, tank top that should be illegal given those arms on display.

Was this their thing? Just running into each other partially clothed. She looked down at her ensemble self-consciously glad for the shorts, t-shirt and the Maid of Honour monogrammed robe that she greedily pulled across her chest.

“Our problem?”

“Because a problem shared is a problem halved right, wedding buddy?”

“Wedding buddy? Oh, you mean the same guy who wanted to document the lost ring for speech fodder?”

“It was a joke but clearly you don’t know what that means, grouchy.”

“Oh, like that time you let your dog, albeit cute, eat the wedding cake before the ceremony. I only hope the Bride and Groom figurines are still firmly intact at least?”

“Well, their passing was most definitely mourned,” Klaus noted. Caroline was trying to be mad, but he was doing that thing where he looked cute so as to avoid her wrath. Bastard.

“So, what you’re telling me is that we have no cake or cake topper and the wedding is due to start in 5 hours?"

“I mean there’s some cake left, albeit a mess, but if the guests want to eat it off the floor...”

“Yeah, I can see the Prime Minister doing that. You are not helping, Mikaelson. Look, I’ll call the baker, they must have a back-up cake on hand, otherwise why are we paying them such an exorbitant amount? I mean it’s a cake, like it’s hard to bake one of those,” she rambled, the reality of the situation making a sudden and ugly appearance.

“Okay, I didn’t want to tell you this because you are clearly already upset but the baker has no wedding themed alternatives,” Klaus explained, shooing away both the guilty canine and her loyal housekeeper in the process, no doubt by design. This was not the news Caroline wanted to hear and clearly he knew it.

“What?"

“You are not going to lose it, not on my watch, Forbes.”

“I am not losing it,” she hissed, finally finding her voice. “But she is your dog and that makes you responsible for my mood.”

“She is a Mikaelson, I mean expensive taste comes with the territory,” Klaus replied. Caroline, meanwhile, felt the brief spell he had over her lift.

“Can you please stop offering up annoying commentary? We have an emergency, one that needs to be rectified STAT.”

“What I didn’t get to say was that the baker has two other cakes on hand.” Caroline’s ears pricked up, maybe all wasn’t lost.

“I’m listening,” she murmured.

Klaus pulled his cell from his pocket and swiped through his phone. “These are the options.”

He leaned in closer so she could see the photos but in the process his arm grazed hers and she was momentarily blindsided and not focused on the pressing emergency. It reminded her so much of two years ago, when she’d felt his arm encircle her waist and pull her towards him.

Caroline told herself he must have been dreaming at the time but that didn’t take away from how it had felt. It felt good, really good.

“Alright, love?” She looked up into his blue eyes, only deciding too late that it was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

“I’m just shocked by...” she paused, her eyes hurriedly flickering to his cell screen. “Congratulations on your Retirement, Bernie?”

“I’m sure we can change a few letters around or something,” she gave him a look which plainly said it wasn’t going to happen. “Right, here’s the other one."

“Happy 6th Birthday to our Unicorn Princess? Don’t think Kat would mind being called a unicorn princess at all but not sure about Elijah...”

“Well, what suggestions do you have, Forbes?”

He had a point, there were none that forthcoming but then it hit her.

“The bomboniere.” Caroline was surprised she thought of it given she was so caught off guard by his close proximity and the unfolding situation.

“The what?”

“I don’t have time to explain wedding terminology right now, I have a bride to reassure that everything is peachy. Just meet me in the kitchen in twenty minutes and put some clothes on while you’re at it.”

“Only if you do,” he smirked. Caroline didn’t wait before slamming the door in his smug face.

There were so many things to reconcile with Klaus Mikaleson and not just her feelings. Last night they’d shared more than a sandwich in the kitchen and two years ago...well that was another story.

Perch, Los Angeles CA - 14 February (two and a bit years earlier)

Caroline felt like she’d finally hit rock bottom.

Not because it was Valentine’s Day.

Or that she was single.

That wasn’t the worst part of her predicament. She was currently...well, before she could lament her situation a bell rang out, breaking Caroline from her regretful thoughts. She didn’t have time to bid Phil the Chiropractor farewell because a burly looking brunette appeared immediately in his place.

“Tyler.” Apparently there was no need for an actual greeting or for Caroline to ask his name in the first place. I suppose they only had two minutes so he was getting straight to the point. Caroline couldn’t blame him given how painful this whole thing was.

Caroline was going to kill them. First Bonnie, who wanted their apartment to herself tonight so she could cook a romantic dinner for current boyfriend Jeremy. Clearly he hadn’t been present at her most horrific of food failures given they were still dating.

They’d been living together since Bonnie relocated to Los Angeles nine months earlier and Caroline was enjoying rooming with her best friend again after so long. Then she got a boyfriend, even if he looked twelve, and Caroline was relegated back to her usual existence. It wasn’t like Caroline wanted or needed a boyfriend because her schedule was busy enough.

Which took her to the second person she had to blame. Lexi. Her colleague and friend, who decided they should spend the evening speed dating so Bonnie could “get it on with her boyfriend” as she put it. Caroline figured the fact she’d already signed them up weeks earlier and only asked right before a deposition hearing were the main reasons why she had no choice but to agree.

Now, here she was, pretending to be interested in Tyler and shooting deliberate looks in Lexi’s direction who seemed unaffected given the way she was attempting to read her guy’s palm. Smooth.

“I don’t think I got your name?”

“Huh?” She looked into his warm, brown eyes feeling guilty she’d been blatantly ignoring him.

“Your name?” Before she could reply, she heard a very familiar voice call out her name.

Then he appeared in all his gorgeous goodness, his ability to wear a suit had not waned since they’d seen each other last at a mutual friend’s engagement party. Why he was here of all places, she had no idea.

“Caroline, sweetheart.” Sweetheart?

“Do you know this guy?” Tyler asked, the confusion obvious. She didn’t blame him.

“Of course she knows me, I’m only her boyfriend.”

Her what now? Caroline was too shocked to speak let alone reprimand him for being a presumptuous idiot.

“You have a boyfriend? Then why are you here?”

“I’d like to know the same thing, mate,” Klaus agreed, his hands crossed over his chest. Caroline was madly trying to crawl under the table just so everyone would stop looking at her like she was some two-timing girlfriend.

Lexi meanwhile seemed to be enjoying the entertainment from afar, raising her champagne glass in salute, even if she had no idea what was happening. Caroline wasn’t enjoying it at all. She wanted to scream at him for being such an ass but at the same time a rescue from this situation was an equally enticing prospect.

“I…”

Before she could find the words, he found them for her.

“It’s my fault, sweet cheeks,” he implored, pushing past Tyler and placing his hands in hers. Caroline was trying to ignore the electricity it generated but also the horrible pet name he’d bestowed. Like he couldn’t have come up with something normal? “I neglected you and for that I am so sorry but just know that I will love you, always and forever.”

Was he kidding? Next thing he’d be pulling out a cracker jack bracelet or resembling any one of the romantic leads in a Nicholas Sparks adaptation. Caroline made a note to tease him about his taste in movies and television later.

However it seemed their audience didn’t mind one bit. Women and men nearby were more interested in fawning over the scene playing out than resuming speed dating. Even their organiser seemed transfixed.

She hated him, especially for interrupting her night and being the smug pain-in-the-ass she knew so well but she needed to get out of there fast and he was her ticket.

“Honey bear,” she cooed, noting the slight twitch in his jaw. Caroline knew he was trying to withhold his signature smirk. But why did he have to smell so good withholding it? His hands were still firmly intertwined with hers too. “You took me for granted, so why should I forgive you?”

Now he was trying to contain an eye roll, only someone who’d known him for that long could tell. And she was loving every moment especially if he was going to crash her speed date and embarrass her in the process.

“And for that I am eternally sorry, baby cakes.” Caroline had to really try not to dry reach. “But you are the one for me. We are destined to be together forever, like soulmates.”

As much as she wanted to draw this out and force him to eat those horrible and predictable platitudes, this show needed to end. Now. Given Tyler’s defeated expression she knew it wouldn’t be too difficult to transition to the bar and to a much-needed straight vodka on the rocks.

“You were an imbecile, Mario, but I’m willing to consider a reconciliation if you stop being an asshat and promise to worship me forever.”

Before she could relish in her response and the slight tugging at the edges of his crimson lips, he’d pulled her up and moved them towards the direction of the bar. No doubt because her demands were slightly out of the question and he was starting to feel embarrassed himself. Served him right really. Given half of the people were entranced by their conversation and the rest were clearly dubious she decided it was good timing to high tail it out of there.

“Worship you forever, someone clearly has tickets on themselves,” he muttered, gesturing to the barman. “And who is Mario? I so do not look like a Mario.”

“Says the man child named Mario who called me sweet cheeks and baby cakes."

“I was clearly being sarcastic,” he shot back, gesturing for a shot. “What was honey bear all about then?”

“You barrelled into my life uninvited, and last time I checked you don’t live here.”

“I'm in town for business and was having dinner with colleagues. Had I known it was going to be dinner and a show I might have arrived sooner.” Caroline chose not to respond immediately, just drank her vodka in one, long gulp. “Someone is thirsty.”

“I need to drink to deal with you.”

“Says the girl speed dating,” he whistled. “I mean you can be difficult and kind of abrasive, Forbes, but I never thought you’d speed date in a million years.”

“I am only doing this for Bonnie because she wanted the apartment to herself to cook for her date and then my friend Lexi signed me up without telling me,” she rambled.

“She’ll have another vodka,” he gestured to the barman. “So, I take it this boyfriend hasn’t sampled Bennett’s cooking yet? I just hope you left the fire extinguisher in plain view.”

“That’s what you took from all of this?’"

“I feel like if I delve too deeply I’ll be too immersed in all the Rebekah type drama and we both know that is not my thing.”

“I’ll be sure to pass on your best wishes to your sister,” she growled. “So, why involve yourself and embarrass me like that in front of total strangers? Let me guess, you’ve got no one to play with and were bored?”

“Don’t underestimate my ability to find a playmate, love.” The way he drawled “playmate” was making places below feel like they hadn’t in a long time. So much so that she didn’t even try to bite back. “Anyway, I thought it would be fun,” he teased, his left dimple making an unwanted appearance at that exact moment. “And I could tell you you needed rescuing.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress you need to save, Mikaelson,” she argued.

“Says the girl who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here,” he shot back. “So, you’re welcome.”

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” The patrons began to chant and tap their glasses, Caroline only just realising they seemed to have an audience of very interested speed daters watching their every move.

“I’m going to need more vodka,” she muttered, “But not here.”

Roosevelt Hotel, Beverly Hills - 2 hours later

“So, this is where you bring all your playmates?” It was the first thing that came to mind when Caroline spied the king size bed taking pride of place in his suite. They’d spent an hour at 25 degrees, the hotel’s poolside bar and were now in his suite.

Inexplicably.

Okay, maybe not so inexplicably.

Caroline wasn’t one to go to a guy’s hotel room - especially this particular one - but between the vodka buzz and the fact Lexi had picked up and Bonnie was enjoying her night in their apartment there wasn’t much choice about where to go.

The vodka had helped loosen her usual inhibitions and, although she’d never say it aloud, Caroline was enjoying his company. Although, if anyone asked about this temporary bout of insanity she’d blame the alcohol.

“ Says the woman who was questioning the existence of said playmates only a few hours earlier.”

“So, you won’t mind if I do this?” She stated, not bothering to ask his permission as she discarded her heels and jumped onto the perfectly made bed. He stopped what he was doing momentarily, his eyes transfixed on her short, black dress and bouncing, blonde waves.

“I’m going to have to tip the maid extra now,” his voice was low, husky almost.

“Maybe she deserves it,” Caroline shot back.

He didn’t respond immediately, just shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. She was watching him do it like it was in slow motion. Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves. Who knew forearms could be so...appealing?

Caroline was starting to think that she was entering some sort of alternate universe she needed to escape, if only just to keep her sanity and self respect. I mean he was Klaus Mikaelson and she wasn’t one of his “playmates.” Not by a long shot.

“Drink?”

“Water, please,” she replied immediately, he cocked an eyebrow as if to say she was no fun. “I’m a cheap drunk, what can I say? And who knows what else I might trash in this place under the influence?”

He seemed to accept her response, busying himself with drink preparation. “So, why exactly did you go speed dating in the first place?” He asked, filling a tall glass with ice cubes.

“I told you,” she panted, finally tiring of the activity and making herself comfortable on the expansive bed. “Bonnie…”

“I heard that version,” he pressed. “But I want the real one.”

He passed her the water and made himself comfortable on the bed, his aftershave combining with the dizziness and messing with her overall composure.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, and maybe you don’t understand, but spending it alone can kind of suck,” she confessed. “Especially when your roomie kicks you out of the house.”

“I just hope you kick Bennett out on Halloween as payback.”

“You like Halloween?”

“You have no idea, love,” he chuckled. “No rose petals or corny ballads, just blood, guts and general mayhem.”

“Noted.”

“It’s just this ridiculous Hallmark Holiday,” Klaus offered, stretching out further and grazing her legs in the process. “It creates unrealistic expectations.”

“So, it’s Hallmark’s fault?”

“Hallmark is the tip of the iceberg,” he explained. “Every candy company, every florist, every jeweller and don’t even get me started on those terrible things they call romantic comedies.”

“You don’t like romantic comedies?”

“I try to steer clear for my own sanity, Caroline.”

“Not tonight,” she murmured, an idea suddenly coming to mind. “If I’m forced to stay in this mediocre hotel with you then...”

It was a lie and they both knew it but suddenly the less tipsy version of herself felt like she needed an excuse to stay the night with her best friend’s brother in such close quarters.

“I demand a movie marathon.”

“Terminator, Rambo, Rocky?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Mikaelson,” she shot back. “And I happen to know there is a marathon on television tonight.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?”

“I’m deathly serious,” she answered. “But before we start, I’m going to need some popcorn and a shirt.”

“You want my shirt?”

“Not the shirt you’re wearing, lover boy, don’t get so excited. But I can’t sleep in this dress.”

His eyes seemed to linger a little too long on her body and Caroline was trying to do everything in her power to remain calm. Luckily he broke the silence not too long after.

“I’ll get you a shirt, but I’m not going to enjoy these movies at all, understand? I am only watching these ridiculous excuses of cinema because you’ve taken my television hostage?”

2 hours later…

“So, the apparent “virgin who can’t drive” ends up with the step brother? I mean I’m not surprised given the poor and predictable plot but is this kind of union legal in the state of California?”

“For the fiftieth time, he’s not related,” she growled, throwing a few popcorn kernels in his direction. This is about Cher realising that material things in life aren’t everything.”

"Whatever you say, Forbes. Although, tell me after this movie ended she ditched the mansion, the jeep, the designer plaid and knee sock combination outfits and moved to the Valley?”

He was annoying but also eerily observant.

“Yes, I mean maybe? People with money can change.”

“They’ve clearly never met Mikael or Esther.”

He said it quietly but Caroline couldn’t mistake the pain in his voice. She knew about his difficult past but they’d never been close enough to discuss it and given they were lying in the same bed it didn’t seem like the best time to open that pandora’s box.

“Do I have a great choice for you next,” she promised, her eyes sparkling, hoping to lift the mood.

2 hours later…

“Are you crying?”

“No, for the last time I have allergies, Caroline.”

“Inside?”

“The pollen level was high today and the doors in these rooms are forever opening and closing. Maybe the maid doesn’t deserve such a big tip after all.”

Maybe it was cruel, but it was on television and there was no stopping the effects of the Notebook on even the most emotionless male.

2 hours later…

“I thought I’d seen everything,” he scoffed, stretching out tiredly. “She paid a guy to be her wedding date?”

“Not just anyone, he’s hot.”

“He’s an escort.”

“I think it adds to his overall appeal. He knows how to treat a woman because of his experience.”

“And how many escorts have you met?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Wow, if you ever show up to a wedding with a stranger, I’ll be asking for their credentials,” he joked. “Wait, you think he’s attractive?”

“Didn’t I just say that?”

“Each to their own I suppose, but that aside, the whole premise is just unrealistic.”

“It is a movie.”

“Yeah, a romantic comedy,” he shot back. “Case closed. Now, can we please sleep already? I think I deserve it after that marathon effort.”

“Fine,” she conceded, leaning across to turn off the lamp. “I have to say your shirt is very comfortable.”

“It should be," he replied, snuggling into the covers. “That’s my lucky Ramones t-shirt.”

As her head hit the pillow, Caroline was wondering why he gave her that particular shirt to wear. She couldn’t deny just how good the worn fabric felt against her bare skin and how the faint hint of his aftershave consumed her senses.

Sleep was immediate.

When she woke up the next morning and felt his arm encircle her waist and pull her towards him Caroline relished in the feeling. She assumed life would go back to normal but for now she was happy to live in the moment. It was probably better that way.

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Proposing to Them (REACTION)

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KSJ

Unknown to Seokjin, there was more purpose to your Hawaii vacation than just to get away. You’d followed moon charts for weeks to get the perfect crescent under which to propose to him.

After 3 years of being utterly in love with Seokjin, you knew that you were more than ready to move to the next level with him. Many times, it had been made apparent to you that he was also ready; Seokjin’s sudden interest in imagining your children, not to mention the return of his romantic passion into every moment you spent together.

Hand in hand, the pair of you paced slowly through lapping waves barefoot. The summer moonlight drew crisp, lilac shadows across the most prominent of his facial features and illuminated glowing orbs in his deep brown eyes. It was perfect. He was perfect.

Everything was planned; less than a minute’s walk away was a cluster of peculiarly tilted palm trees. That was where you would ask him to be your husband. You allowed the ambient slurring of the ocean to set the scene for you. Too many words would surely overpower the climax of your question.

“Hey, just stop for a second.” Jin turned, still lightly grasping your hand to face you. The violet tinted moonlight filtered through jet black strands of his hair and projected onto your face. His eyes widened at seeing you in such a dainty, fragile light. His smile was uncontrollable by such point, “I have something to say.”

Seokjin tilted his head slightly, squinting in curiosity. You exhaled all of your anxiety and reached back into your shorts’ pocket for the box, “I’ve known for a while now that I’ve found my soulmate in you, Jin. Everything I’m not, you are. You watch over me and protect me when I’m too oblivious myself. I can honestly say I wouldn’t know where I’d be without you. And so I wanted to ask,” you pulled the blue, velvet wrapped box from behind your back and opened it slowly to reveal a silver banded, encrusted delicately with opal chips, “will you be my husband?”

Seokjin reaches out to tuck a fallen piece of hair behind your ear and allowed his thumb to brush your soft, burning cheek, “Of course I will.” The beaming smile that spawned from his answer continued to grow as you plucked the ring from its snug shelter and slid it over his knuckles. Once tight on his finger, Seokjin raised you from the sand and supported you to hover just centimetres from his lips, “I love you. Endlessly. I hope you know that, my angel.”

MYG

Extravagance wasn’t your thing, nor was it Yoongi’s. Both of you were easily overwhelmed in such situations, and so to plan your surprise, you found it best that you didn’t leave the bedroom. From first hand experience, the bedroom you shared could easily have been a romantic place to ask such a thing, you just had to play it right.

A lazy sunday meant you’d spent most of the morning cuddling against Yoongi watching all of your favourite movies. His tousled curly hair and loose fitting t-shirt blended him into the mountains of scrunched duvet ranging across the mattress. The third movie of the day came to an end, and to stop Yoongi from getting up to reach the remote, you straddled over his lap.

He raised himself to face you, and sneakily planted a kiss against your lips, “Let me get the remote.” He chuckled, thinking you were only teasing him.

“Chill out a second, I wanna do something.” Yoongi wrapped his arms around your hips and watched you attentively as you found your words, “I love you. A lot. This is really unexpected I know but I felt like it was the right time to do it.”

“Do what..?” He trailed as you reached into the pocket of your pyjama bottoms. Yoongi followed your hands with his own eyes, and beamed a toothy grin as he realised what you were doing.

Your forehead met his as you twirled the ring between your thumb and finger, “We already act like a married couple, and argue like one. So what do you say we make it official?”

In moments of your shy proposal, another kiss was planted across your lips, only this one much more passionate than the last, “I say let’s.”

JHS

On her first day of preschool, you and your long term partner, Hoseok, stood at the open doors waving your daughter inside. Contrary to your expectations, there’d been less tears than you had anticipated; actually, she seemed rather excited to walk into the colourful classroom.

As you walked back to his car, you took silent note of the couples marching their small children through the building gates. More specifically, you paired their matching wedding bands together. Sharing a child with Hobi was even better than you could have imagined, but a small piece of guilt had always resided in your heart for ignoring tradition.

“You don’t have to think about it.” Hobi interrupted your short thought process, looking down to your observing eyes. You’d confided your guilt to him some times before, and everyday he improved at noticing when it got the best of you, “Our time will come, I promise you.”

You resumed your seat in the passenger side, silent in contemplation, “What’s stopping us?” Hoseok hovered the key above the ignition, taken aback by your question. You slid the plain gold band from your middle finger and twiddled it in your palm, “Let’s get married. You said you’re waiting for me, well I’m here.”

Smirking at your sudden initiative, Hobi held out his hand to your offering palm, “I should really be the one doing this,” He chuckled as you slid the reused band down his finger, “I didn’t manage to get your parent’s blessing either.”

You kissed him slowly, admiring his innocent commentation, “There’s a few more traditions we’ve ignored then.”

KNJ

The snowy alpine respite you had organised for your boyfriend Namjoon couldn’t have worked better in your favour. Not only could you engage in winter activities together, but the subzero temperatures only pulled you closer to share the bodily warmth you possessed.

Mountainous terrains were favoured by Namjoon. Some of your best memories as a couple belonged in the climbing ranges surrounding Seoul. Hence, the traditional cabin tucked away into a reinforced canyon was nothing short of the perfect scenario for your proposal.

The amber fire flickered and crackled in the carmine brick fireplace, exhaling warm flourishes onto your cold skin. When you’d sat down, Namjoon lifted your legs over his crossed lap to connect and share heat. A corded blanket laid sluggishly across the pair of you, making for a great hiding place for the box.

“Baby? Let me say something real quick,” you paused his manoevering eyes half way down his book page and followed them up to his rosy cheeks, “there’s actually a reason I wanted to bring you here. We have so reasons to remember Seoul that I wanted a different place to remember this moment. I want to know if you’d do me the honour of being my husband.”

Reaching over your creased torso, you pulled out a small wooden ring box you’d hidden earlier behind a pillow. Namjoon’s dimples inverted as he watched you reveal the ring. He covered his glowing smile and looked down to the floor, seemingly overwhelmed by such an unexpected gesture, “You’re crafty, real crafty, honey. Of course I will!”

His large hand fell gently in yours as you marked him with your offer. A slow kiss welcomed you into your first moments as an engaged couple, and it couldn’t have lasted long enough to overcome the intense contentment you honed.

PJM

“Baby, come quick! They’re on!” Jimin called through your rented Paris penthouse. In the darkness of the ongoing Parisian summer, thousands of golden bulbs outlined the monumental Eiffel Tower, beaming the romantic aura onto all those who witnessed.

Fixing your eyelash before you did, you sprinted through the dimly lit rooms through to the terraced balcony. Jimin opened his arms wide for you to swing into; his company only made the scenario before you. From the heights you swayed together in, millions of lights from over the centre of the city gleamed in the purple night. Nothing could have been more magical than the golden mist that covered the capital.

“It’s so beautiful, Jiminie. Hey, listen for a second,” you began, pressing the back of your head into his chest. Looking into eyes only would have pulled you into his gaze; his chin balancing softly on your styled hair told you he was all-ears, “I love you. So much. I didn’t believe soulmates could be a thing until I met you, and I’m so thankful I did.”

“I love you too, my angel.” Jimin soon replied, pressing a firm kiss into your scalp. His urge to return your love as soon as he received it was beyond endearing. Nobody could have made you feel as loved as he could.

Engulfing crisp, summer air in a large inhale, you reached into your dress pocket for the ring you’d bought in secret earlier that week. You held it just above your eyeline to align it parallel to his, “Forever is one hell of a long time, but it would all be worth it if I could spend it with you.”

His arm outstretched before you to present his spread hand. Chuckling at his tiny acceptance, you rolled the ring down to his bottom knuckle and turned in his embrace. Holding Jimin in the city of love was euphoric at least. Levelling up in your relationship only made the city around you more photogenic.

KTH

To celebrate his birthday, you’d organised a small treat upon returning from a grand meal. Taehyung waited on the garden patio as you ran a steaming bubble bath to share. The buds of crimson roses shrunk as you plucked their petals to scatter across the bubbles and tiled flooring.

Your planned proposal rested on providing a romantic scene, and the floral candles along the sides of the bathtub secured it. Behind the largest, you sheltered the white ring box for a later moment. Retrieving Taehyung in a sheer, open dress shirt would surely regain his devoted attention.

In the bathroom, he gawked at your surprised as you undressed together, and slotted together in the water. The finest french champagne fizzed away beside the candles; everything was just as you wanted it to be.

“Tae, can I just do something real quick?” He nodded slowly, his head tiled along the edge of the tub. You giggled quietly and reached behind for the box, lavender bubbles perching on your skin as you raised yourself from a recline, “I know this has been maybe a mediocre birthday, but perhaps this might change things?”

“It really hasn’t-“ Taehyung began, sitting up and carrying frothing bubbles on his glossy skin. His eyes widened at the sight of the ring you’d chosen for him. For a man as fond of rings as Taehyung, choosing the most impressionable was a task you didn’t know could be so difficult.

“I’d hope you agree when I say that you’re the other half I didn’t know I needed. Taehyung, you’re all I could ever need, and so I’d like to ask for you to be my husband.” You bit your lip, almost seductively, as you awaited his response. His bready cheeks puffed out, which meant he was happy. You knew that much.

“Of course I will. A million times, yes! You really know how to complete a birthday, huh?”

JJK

After a long day at the amusement park, you finally felt as though the time was right to do what you really came to do. Your partner, Jungkook, was just as energetic as when you arrived. Sometimes, his adrenaline and stamina amazed you even more so than normal.

You pulled Jungkook to a small, white pavilion in the centre of a mid-century plaza. There were eyes everywhere, but they became invisible with every passing second. It was only you and Jungkook left in the world, “This is really unexpected I know, but I know that this feels right and I hope you do too. Jeon Jungkook, you are my universe. My rock in this wide world. And so I need to ask...”

You pulled the ring from your coat pocket and presented it before him. Much to your surprise, he scoffed and rammed his hands deep into his pockets. You struggled to find what was so funny, until realising the coincidence you had run into, “I can’t believe this!” He exclaimed, pulling out an almost identical ring box and revealing a delicately crafted engagement ring just right fit you.

The bright laughter that erupted from your coincidence earned you a few stares, in addition to passers-by who were already invested in your romantic gesture, “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.” You offered, smiling with the corners of your eyes.

“I’m all yours, honey.” Jungkook confirmed, slipping the ring onto your finger after you’d placed his. Not many couples could say they had matching engagement rings, but then it was just another quirky detail about your relationship. Just another anecdote for the wedding speeches.

^ hey! i’m doing great, quarantine is soo fun :/ i hope you’re staying safe too <33 we love reversing a few gender roles every here and there so thank you for this request!

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Rewatching The Laws of Inferno Dynamics

Here’s my nomination for coolest episode title in the entire run of the show. And it’s a pretty entertaining episode, although maybe not the heavyweight one might have expected for the closer to the Ghost Rider’s arc.

Possibly because we aren’t done with the Rider yet and the bigger priority was finalizing the Prodigal Daughter’s triumphant return.

Director Mace deserves a lot of credit. His plan to deal with Eli was a disaster in the making but his talent as a spin doctor turned a different kind of disaster into a triumph:

He got S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most powerful asset back and in a way that indebit her to him a bit. Even if Daisy, being Daisy, won’t agree nor care for it. I could have told you that, Jeffrey. 😄

He made all his other star players happier, because part of their grumpiness in dealing with him was definitely a product of the scars left by the S3′s fallout.

He’s temporarily declawed Nadeer, since her “S.H.I.E.L.D. is working with domestic terrorists” card is now useless.

And the entire thing is one hell of a publicity and goodwill boost for S.H.I.E.L.D. and Inhumans. They saved Los Angeles and they now have another photogenic superhero to feed to the masses.

It is a bit unrealistic that, after all the hell Daisy raised while on her own, the only one who will still be put off by that is Senator Evil Nadeer, a character so unlikeable I would find her objectionable even if she quit politics and started adopting stray kittens (which is a testament to how brilliantly the actress portrays her, in my book).

There was definitely more mileage out of this story but S4 crammed almost three seasons worth of plot into a single one and understandably some stuff fell to the wayside.

Ridin’ High:

Robbie and the Rider don’t get to do all that much this time around but they still look and sound great while doing it. And the final blow to Eli is all theirs.

For Robbie, however, it’s a truly awful day. Not only his once beloved uncle is a lost cause, had he not been forced by circumstances into making another, much more comprehensive deal with the Rider last ep, eliminating Eli might have at least rid him of his ghostly companion. Assuming of course he had it right, and settling his last score would have infact freed him.

Now he’s heading to a hellish dimension to settle the Rider’s scores and one shudders to think what kind of creatures the Spirit of Vengeance might hold a grudge against.

She’s Got The Powers:

Daisy absorbs an impressive amount of seismic vibrations, helped by her new and improved guantlets (thanks, Fitz!). However that ends up “overloading” her and she opts to “discharge” all that extra energy in a very dramatic fashion, rising up in the skies, to avoid bringing down a building or two. If there was a better way for the show to foster her return to the fold, I don’t know it and I don’t care.😁

Stuff:

Not the best time to engage in a salary dispute, I gather...

We need the big guns on this one, and Yo-Yo, Daisy, and Reyes are the biggest guns we have. The new Secret Warriors. For five minutes. 😢

Tough, isn't it? Not to be the keeper of all the secrets? Remember when you lied to her for most of S2 about the Theta Protocol? Well, even if you don’t, I think she definitely does, Phil.

Meanwhile, I'll be playing chauffeur to a robot. I think this is the last time we’re seeing the real May while conscious, until the end of the Framework arc (excluding flashbacks of course).

Director just wants you to keep a low profile. There's a lot of media out here. -- I don't answer to him. Vigilantes don’t give a damn about optics, Part I.

Morrow's men retreated inside a few minutes ago. -- All of them? -- Yeah. Strange. I think the word you’re looking for is ominous.

Radcliffe’s lanyard is green. 🤷

I'm not being cold. I just got hit by a giant fireball, I lost my favorite jacket, and you're treating me like a niña. The fact that Elena sounds equally upset for her ruined jacket as she is for the giant fireball is one of my most favorite things in the entire show. 🤗

Robbie's down. I'm going in. Daisy’s “friend-in-trouble-here-I-charge” reflexes are as sharp as ever and they kick in just as hard for Robbie as they have and will for her longtime friends.

You realize we're trying to hide you from the press, right? -- a) I don't care. b) that wasn’t me. Vigilantes don’t give a damn about optics, Part II.

Guys, the problem is bigger than you think. I should hope so, there’s plenty of running time left!

The “demon core”? Seriously? -- You cannot make this stuff up. Yeah, Mack, we can’t blame writers for this one. Physicists, as it turns out, are just as bad (good).

From high school to grad school, no one believed in me! They thought I was cheating.They thought I wasn't capable! Shut me out. Well, guess what ... guess what I'm capable of now. I found myself sympathizing with Eli a lot more this time around. All his pent-up frustrations, they made him even more vulnerable to the Darkhold’s lure, no doubt.

Robbie... I am becoming a god. -- You better be. Because the devil is coming for you. This line practically writes itself. Major chills.

Remember, I gave you a chance to leave. Whatever happens next is on you. Villains always have a skewed concept of responsibility, don’t they?

Aida thinks? -- Maybe about “electric sheep”. Blade Runner reference, to the title of the book. It’s also ironic because the May that’s asking is the Maybot.

I think it's time the public sees the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in action. Walk with me, Phil. I've got a plan. Mace is fully back to his smarmy persona. He had toned it down a little, being a bit more himself, but now he’s putting on a performance again, as the confident and competent Director. Thor preserve us. 🤭

They might be a little snug, but they've got me close to full strength, so...thank you. -- You're welcome. Olive branches are being extended. This is nice. And a bit awkward.

No love for your new Director? -- He's a lying weasel. -- We don't trust him. -- Really? What'd he do? And just like that, the Bus kids are back. 🥳 🥂

Mace’s “plan” underscores how out of his depth he is with the tactical side of things and Mack was never shy about his opinions with Coulson or anyone else in charge. Mack’s also being the kind of protective toward Elena that’s annoying and I’m happy the show had her call it out twice.

The gauntlets can absorb a wide range of infrasonic waves. Better to shield your bones from further damage. Excellent, thanks for the info. Filing it for future complaints.😁

Ever since I took over, you've been running around on this plane, doing what you want, whenever you want! Yes. That’s what all the cool S.H.I.E.L.D. agents do, though not necessarily on a plane. Have you not been paying attention?

Why the hell didn't you just come to me in the first place? -- Now, why would I do that? In case you haven't noticed, Phil, we're not a team that trusts. We're not a team at all. *drinks* and also 🤣 at the look Coulson and Daisy exchange.

But we damn well better become [a team] if we're gonna stop Eli Morrow from blowing up half of Los Angeles. -- Oh, that. Right. Fitz figured that out. Drops the mic, struts off stage, exit left. She enjoyed that.

Thankfully, Ghost Rider’s scientifically impossible self-healing extends to clothes. There’s already been one cool leather jacket fatality too many in this episode.

I can't believe she's a robot. She's so lifelike. -- Thank you. I'm learning. I really feel for AIDA at this stage. She’s done nothing but helping, has directly saved at least three people, not to mention being instrumental to stop a good chunk of Downtown Los Angeles from going kaboom.

Daisy’s deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression will never not crack me up. Good thing Mace was there and ready because I’m not sure she’d have been able to articulate much that was coherent.

Regardless, I don't think we've seen the last of Mr. Reyes. *sigh* How I wish this was true past 4x22.

I love that Coulson offers Daisy an alternative to fully rejoining. He’s a cool dad.

I thought the new face of S.H.I.E.L.D. should be an Inhuman...didn't mean him, though. -- [points at herself] Yeah, right. Maybe in the comic book version. 😒 I’m not saying anything. Nope. Nothing. Well... No. No, I’m good.😇

Mack obviously belongs to the “show, don’t tell” school of romance. And I guess this is it for the non fraternization rule. 🤭 A team that loves is a team that...?

Your official lanyard. [...] Level blue. -- Thrilling, isn’t it? -- What does that mean? -- We have no idea. 🤣 I think level blue is the “do whatever the hell you want” level, as Coulson’s is also blue. And really, what other level would be appropriate? 🤣

Greetings, Mr. Nathanson. The time has come for you to face your Redshirt destiny. Bright side, nobody will rudely order you out of a room ever again.

[a team that trusts] is a team that triumphs. Yes, Director. *drinks*

And there goes the bottle of Haig. If FitzSimmons are the cursed couple, Philinda must be the “one of us isn’t really us” couple: they steer toward the romantic while May is a LMD, and now we’re at our second Coulson-who-isn’t-really-Coulson scenario. I’m so glad I don’t really ship anyone on this cruel show.

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Love and Leather /part Sixxty Nine/

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A/N: meet snakey sixx everyone! enjoy! feedback is always appreciated

Warnings: light smut, language, nikki being sketchy

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We rolled around black satin sheets, gasping for air with lips ghosting over one another as Nikki hooked my leg around his waist. Nikki wrapped fingers into my hair, pulling my head back as he kissed my neck with heavy breaths brushing my skin. French tips scraped up his back, engraving crescent moons into his shoulder blades. Nikki’s panting and moaning was prolonged as the pace of his thrusts became erratic before a deep groan tumbled off his lips and onto mine.

“If you came home you could get fucked like this whenever you wanted.”

I wiped sweat from my brow, staring up at the ceiling as light kisses swept over my chest. When they tried meeting my lips, I tilted my head to the side, “I have to go get Ari from school.” I unraveled my legs from his hips as he sighed and rolled off of me, holding his junk in his hands as he went to the bathroom, displaying bratty behavior as he slammed the door.

I picked up my panties from the floor, well what was left of the tattered shreds. I tossed them in trash can before grabbing my jeans and sliding them on. I threw a sweater over my shoulders, being content of finally not having to deal with the uncomfortable and itchy sling wrapped around me.

My shower started running, taking the hint that he didn’t want to go with me. He’s been pressing the whole ‘come back to California so we can be a family thing’ for the past week and a half now, but he’s persistent and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.

*Nikki’s POV*

I heard the front door shut, rolling my eyes as the hot water ran over me. I know my remarks are coming off as brash, but she won’t even bother to have the conversation of moving back with me. She just brushes it off or completely ignores me. We spend most of our time in her bed when Arianna is at school, I’m not complaining about it, it’s one of my favorite pastime, being able to get between her legs. Always has been. But I need more from her. Hell, we haven’t even talked about us being together yet.

Was I rushing her? Possibly, but we’ve already wasted so much time in the last few years of her being gone. So was I really in the wrong for wanting her back home? Where she belongs? To be with me so all three of us can be a family? Why is that such a bad thing to want? She should want that too.

I turned the water off, stepping out as I wrapped a towel around my waist loosely as I walked out into her bedroom. I fixed the blankets and pillow on the bed. I went into her closet eyeballing shopping bags that were in the corner as I dug through my suitcase, opting to wear sweats and a black shirt. I organized my suitcase after, shoving clothes back inside before pushing it against the wall and out of her since she was already complaining she tripped over it. I stood in the middle of her closet looking at all the dresses, some were new and some were old with very fond memories attached to them, others were a bit hazy.

I noticed a small box on the upper shelf that had ‘N.Sixx’ written on it. I stepped out of the closet, trying to hear if there was any signs of her returning with Arianna. I closed the closet door before grabbing the box and sitting down the floor with it. I furrowed my eyebrows, clothes I haven’t seen in years. An old black scarf with red skulls, an old baseball cap, a white and grey and ripped up T-Rex shirt. I wonder when Sage and Greyson came to get her stuff they accidentally mixed some of my things in with hers. I pulled out all the garments seeing all five of the albums on vinyl. I’m assuming she didn’t get the ‘Decade of Decadence’ album...

I smiled to myself, seeing all the covers were signed by the four of us. There was also a few pictures of Vanity with all us. I couldn’t remember when any of them were taken. My eyebrows furrowed when I saw a matte black shoe box under the albums. I gently grabbed it, seeing that it was deteriorating already. I opened up the lid seeing faded and withered deep red rose petals mixed with dried up yellow and pink ones. She’s into some weird shit.

I dug around in the box seeing a handful of folded up pieces of paper. I took one and flattened it out across my knee, reading my own hand writing:

‘Good morning beautiful, I tried being as quiet as I possibly could. I had to leave early to go to the studio. I should be home around 4pm. Be ready when I get back, I want to take you out to dinner tonight.’

-Nikki

I grabbed another piece of paper:

‘Look at the beauty in her eyes,

A glow that shines like the sunrise.

Her smile opens up the cloudy skies,

Her laughter delights butterflies.’

‘She is a thornless rose without compare,

She is the love my heart will forever endear.’

I shoved that note into the pocket of my sweats, maybe a song could come out of it?

I reached for another note, seeing her name written in blue cursive as it was folded up into a heart:

‘I’m sorry I caused our fight last night. I’m trying my hardest to wean myself off the junk, I didn’t mean the words I said to you. You didn’t deserve it doll. To see those pretty eyes filled with tears, it just rips me to shreds even more than what I already am. If you actually saw this, I didn’t know where to leave it other then on the windshield of your car, come by Tommy’s house later. We’re having a party.’

-Nikki Sixx

There was more bits and pieces of papers folded up, I chose not to read all of them because I got the just of it all. She had kept all the little love notes I’ve left for her over the course of our relationship. My heart swelled when I saw a picture strip of us, probably from the Santa Monica boardwalk. It had to of been before I was sober as my arms weren’t covered in tattoos.

*flashback, 1986*

“Come on. Let’s go in there.” I turned back to look at Vanity, “I want to take pictures.” I smiled, tugging on her hand as I lead her into a photo booth.

“This is so lame, Nikki.” She chuckled a bit as I pulled her straight on to my lap. I grinned, kissing her bare shoulder as I put a dollar into the machine, “Can we get some chili cheese fries afterwards I am- hey! I wasn’t ready!” She cracked up in a fit of laughter as the flashes started going off.

“Pay attention. Or I’ll be the photogenic one. Not like it’s hard or anything.” I joked as she looked at me, another bright flash going off.

“As if, you don’t have the fancy photographers to make you look good right now. Your hairs flat and you look average.” She stuck her tongue out, throwing up the devil horns with one hand as she wrapped her free arm around my shoulder tightly.

“Average? If I was average could I get away with this?” I quickly pulled up the t shirt she was wearing, the flash going off right on time to get a great tit shot even if she was wearing a bra.

“Nikki!!” She squirmed in my lap, smacking my hands away from her shirt before fixing it, “That was a dick move.” She mumbled as I smiled and placed my lips on hers, tasting vanilla chapstick and the sticky sweetness of left over cotton candy.

“I’ll give you a dick move later.” I wiggled my eyebrows as she planted her lips back on mine.

“Sorry, average guys don’t get to do that.” She teased, sliding off my lap and pushing the curtain back to leave the booth.

We both reached for the photo strip at the same time, however I was faster then her as I held it high above her reach. I chuckled before handing it over to her, “Here. You keep it, to remind yourself of all the fun you have with ‘ol average Nikki.”

*end flashback*

I panicked when I heard the front door close, “Shit!” I mumbled as I accidentally dropped the box, spilling the rose petals everywhere. I picked them up gently, not wanting them to crumble in my fingers as I put everything back in the shoe box before placing it back into the other box and then back onto the shelf.

I opened the closet door, gently shutting it as I walked out of Vans bedroom, “Angel! How was school- oh...hey Clementine.” I stared at her as she had a pizza box in her hands before putting them on the counter.

“Uh...Van left to go get Arianna.” I explained as she nodded, “Yeah I know, this is what we do every Friday. I come over with pizza after school and then we hang out.” Clementine replied.

“Oh...uh cool. Thanks for the pizza. I thought you worked in Arianna’s class?” I questioned as I grabbed a slice and went to sit in the living room, kicking my feet up on the coffee table.

“I’m just a teachers assistant. Only work at the school three days a week.” I watched as she put her jacket and purse down before flipping on the tv.

“You seem to be making yourself comfortable here.” Clementine voiced.

I smirked, “Could say the same thing about you.” I took another bite, glancing over at her, “I mean, you being Arianna’s aunt and all. So if you only work three days at the school, how do you pay your bills?”

Clementine narrowed her eyes at me, “My paintings sell, plus babysitting Arianna.”

I nodded as I tossed the crust onto the coffee table, “Oh, I would’ve thought maybe Tommy was paying for your stuff or something.” I shrugged laughing towards myself as I channel surfed.

“Nikki, you know Tommy doesn’t pay for anything.” She defended herself as I chuckled.

“How am I suppose to know that? You think I pay attention when he talks about you?” I shook my head at her statement

"Please you love to find anything on me to use at any chance you get." Clementine spoke in a matter of fact tone. I rolled my eyes and looked over at her.

“Me?” I scoffed, “What have I ever done to you?” I chuckled a bit as I grabbed my water bottle from the table and took a sip.

“Nikki...” She shook her head as she started picking up toys from the living room floor, “Don’t act like you don’t treat me like dirt.”

I smirked, “I treat you like dirt? Huh, maybe you’re just too sensitive.”

“And maybe you’re too much of a dick. Maybe even jealous?” I stared at her as she stood in front of the tv, blocking what I was watching.

“Me a dick? Maybe. I think you missed a toy.” I motioned to a stuffed animal as she picked it up and threw it in a toy bin.

“You take the name asshole too gladly.” She grumbled, “You should be nice considering the fact I’ve been watching you daughter since the day she was born and have been here while she’s grown up while you’re off being blown by Brandi and snorting coke.”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Our scowls met each other, “Plus, Vanity has forgiven me and we’re working through it, alright? So back off. I know I’ve already missed a lot. Do you want a thank you for stepping in?”

Clementine shook her head, “No, not from you because it would mean nothing.”

I chuckled a bit, “Thank you Clementine for taking care of my girls, but I got it from here. You aren’t needed.”

“Excuse me?”

I ran my hand over my face, “I mean, I’m here now and I’ve appreciated what you’ve done but you don’t need too anymore. I’m Arianna’s father and I can give her everything she needs and more. Same with Vanity.” My lips tugged into a smirk as I stared at her, “They’re gonna come back home with me, you know what that right?”

Clementine stopped cleaning as she held onto one of Ari’s toys, “Yes, eventually they will.”

I shook my head, “We’ve already discussed it. She’s more than thrilled to come back home.”

I knew I was lying straight threw my fucking teeth. But I also knew Vanity would cave and stop being stubborn and would come back with me. It was just a matter of time. If I could just get Clementine to get Van on the same page as me, it would be a lot smoother.

“You’re lying. She hasn’t mentioned it to me at all. She would tell me something like that.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure about that? From what I understand, She’s scared because she knows how you get. She thinks you’re gonna lash out or something. I don’t blame her, you’ve tried controlling what she does before and she doesn’t do well being held down.”

Clementine stares at me in shocking, noticing the wheels turning in her head, “I-I don’t lash out. If anything I’ve kept Vanity from doing stupid shit and making herself look like an idiot. How I am? Nikki, you’re so full of shit.”

“Am I now? She says you’re overbearing and overly sensitive about everything which I thought she was just being dramatic, but I see it now.”

Clementine shook her head, “She wouldn’t say that about me. We’re best friends, I’m the god mother to her child, your child. She wouldn’t say anything behind my back that she wouldn’t say to my face. You of all people should know that Nikki. What the hell are you even trying to do right now? Get me out of her life?”

I chuckled, exhaling as I got off the couch and went to my jacket that was hanging in a chair, “It’s simple Clemmy. We don’t need you around any longer. But for your wonderful service however...” I grabbed my wallet, pulling out a blank check, “I’m willing to give you X amount of money for you to uh, back off and convince Vanity to go back home.”

I reached for a pen, fiddling with it as I stared at her, “What do you say? Just throw a number out there for me and we’ll call it even.” I smiled as her eyebrows were knit tight.

“Don’t need me? You can’t just fucking pay me off! What the hell is the matter with you!?” She shouted at me as I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance.

“Look, Vanity treats you like a rag doll. You’re constantly cleaning up her messes and trying to fix things. I love her to death but she walks all over you and anyone else that waits on her hand and foot. You’re practically her maid.”

Her eyebrows raised in shock, “I’m not her fucking maid. I do what I do for Vanity and Arianna because I love them not because I’m asked too, I do it because I care.”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine, how does fifteen thousand sound?”

“Nikki! No! I’m not doing this.”

“Twenty five thousand?” I smiled a bit when her eyes flickered to the check, remotely considering taking it from me.

“No, I don’t need your money.” She said weakly, eyes never leaving the small piece of paper that laid between my fingers.

“I could obviously throw in a little extra for you to keep your mouth shut. How does fifty grand sound? You could do a lot with that. Pay off some loans, maybe get a better car, maybe a deposit on a new place to live. I’m just trying to ease the blow of you being alone.”

Her gaze met mine, the fact of her being alone finally dawned on her once Vanity and Arianna would leave for California, “I won’t be alone. I have Tommy.”

I laughed, “Tommy? Oh? He hasn’t told you has he?”

Clementines face scrunched up before relaxing to a neutral state, “Told me what, Nikki?”

“Ah, I don’t know. Never mind.” I chuckled a bit, “So is fifty our winning number?” I raised an eyebrow as I brought a inky blue pen down to the paper, “Well, I’ll tell you anyways because you deserve to know, and I’d want to know if I was you.” I explained as I signed my name before blowing on the paper, “You know his divorce with Heather isn’t finalized, right? They haven’t signed papers yet.”

Now, that wasn’t a lie.

I folded up the check and handed it out for her, seeing tears in her eyes, ”Wh-what? He said they were...” she mumbled to herself as I shrugged. I looked towards the door when I heard keys jingle. I quickly put the check in her jacket pocket before patting her arm.

“Oh! Hey Clem! Didn’t think you’d be by today.” Vanity was full of smiles as Arianna ran in front of her and to me.

“Hi sweet pea. How was school?” I picked Arianna up, kissing her cheek as I held her at my side, “Did you know red and blue makes purple and green and yellow makes blue?!” I chuckled as she yelled ecstatically in my face.

“Really? I did not know that! Maybe you’ll have to show me later.” I matched her enthusiasm as she nodded feverishly before wiggling out of my arms and running over to her toys.

“I was just heading out actually...” Clementine spoke at a hushed tone as she started grabbing her jacket and purse.

“Oh...I was gonna order Chinese from our favorite place for dinner later. You sure you have to go? You know you can stay.” Vanity clarified as she smiled at Clem, “I haven’t seen you in a few days...”

I rolled my eyes as Clementine shook her head, “I wouldn’t want to be in the way of Nikki visiting.” I nodded in agreement, stopping when Van looked over at me, “I don’t really feel that well either.”

I snaked my arms around Vanity and pulled her to me as I leaned my chin onto her shoulder, “What? Who cares about Nikki?” Vanity laughed as I ran my finger tips up her sides as she tried pushing my hands off her, “I was gonna order extra pot stickers because I know we always fight over the last one.”

I held her tightly, smiling at Clementine, “If she doesn’t feel good I’m sure she wouldn’t want Arianna to catch whatever she has, isn’t that right Clemmy?” I placed light kisses on the side of Vans neck as she tried pulling away from me.

“He’s right Van....wouldn’t want Arianna to get sick. I’ll call you okay?” Clementine assured as Vanity reluctantly nodded.

“Bye auntie.” Arianna came over and hugged Clem’s legs. She smiled down at her, brushing pieces of hair out of her face, “Don’t let mommy have the last pot sticker.”

“Bye Clementine. Thanks for stopping by.” I spoke, sauntering over to the door as I felt her glare at me. I opened up the door for her as Vanity waved bye to her before she got distracted with Arianna.

“I hope you rot in hell.” Clementine whispered to me as I nodded, pretending to take it into consideration before shutting the door in her face.

By a sparkly gold painted finger, Vanity motioned for me to come to her. I exhaled deeply as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, finger tips twirling the ends of my hair, “Promise me you didn’t say anything to her.”

I smiled, shaking my head as I ran my knuckle over her cheek bone, “What? Of course not doll, she just wasn’t feeling good. But Chinese for dinner? I’m starving. The pizza she brought was gross.”

Vanity stared up at me, seeming like she was deep in thought, “Are you sure you didn’t say anything? She seemed upset...”

I made an ‘X’ over my heart, “I swear Van. I didn’t say anything. She wanted to stay but then she got sick in the bathroom. She didn’t look to good when she came in. Don’t worry about it babe, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Yeah, okay. You’re probably right.” She uttered as I pressed my lips to her forehead.

“Usually am, anyways.”

*A few days later, Vanity’s POV*

I walked up the broken up pathway of Clementines cute little duplex. I bent down, picking up the lady bug painted rock Arianna had made for her and grabbing the spare key to let myself in, “Clem! You home?” I called out for her, glancing around at the mess on her small dining table. The smell of old incense rested in the cool air as all the blinds and curtains were closed.

“It’s Van! Uh...I tried calling!”

I heard water from the bathroom running, “I’m home! I’ll be right there!” Clem spoke as I noticed the dark and gloomy paintings that were on an easel drying. I smiled when she came out into her living room. She didn’t look to hot. Baggy sweats and a white shirt that had blue and green paint splatters on it as her vibrant blue hair was up in a bun.

“I’ve been calling and you’ve been ignoring me.”I spoke as I pushed decorative pillows to the side and sat down ion her couch, also moving a empty pizza box out of my way.

“I’ve been busy. What do you want?” Clementine expresses hastily as I titled my head to the side.

“What’s with that attitude?” I brushed it off quickly, “You totally missed our Friday movie night. Arianna was excited for it. I let her pick out the snacks and candies.” I smiled at her as grabbed a half smoked cigarette and lit it.

“You two had Nikki. We’ve had plenty of movie nights together. I’m sure it was fine if I missed one.”

I chuckled, “Nikki doesn’t count. Friday’s have always been our thing.” I motioned between us as she didn’t seem amused with me being here.

Clementine shrugged, “Well it won’t be a thing soon with you moving to California.”

I groaned, “Nikki...” I closed my eyes before I looked back at her, “Clementine, it’s still discussion between him and I. We’re still trying to find a middle ground.”

Fuckin Sixx. I can’t believe him.

“Really? Cause it seems like you’ve already made that choice. Since I’m not needed as much now.” Bitterness lingered off her tongue as she stared at me intently.

I rubbed my lips together, trying to figure out what to say to her, “Clem? I haven’t made any choice yet that’s why I haven’t brought it up to you.” I frowned at the fact that Nikki would even go ahead and start telling people I was coming back regardless of how I felt right now, “Who said you weren’t needed? Because I know it’s not me.”

“Oh, please. I know you want to go back to California. You miss it and you have other friends there. No need to stay for Clem, not that I expect you to stay for just me.” Clementine expressed as I shook my head in frustration.

“Are you not listening to me? I haven’t decided if I want to go back. It’s all Nikki who keeps pushing it. Did I do something wrong?”

She sighed, taking off her glasses and wiping them on her shirt, “I’m thinking logically Vanity. Why wouldn’t you want to go back to Los Angeles, be with Nikki and raise Arianna? You can’t have me at your side forever.”

“I know that…” I mumbled, ripping strings off my jeans as I adverted her gaze, “Still, I was gonna offer if you wanted to move with us if I decided too.”

“Move in? With you and Arianna? And him?”

I nodded, “Of course! I mean, you saw how big the house is when you went to California with Tommy. There would be more than enough room for you and all of your things. Arianna needs her aunt and I need you too.” I spoke softly, that itself wasn’t a lie. It was the truth. If i was gonna end up back in Hollywood, I sure as hell would need her by my side.

She sighed, folding her arms over her sternum, “Nikki wouldn’t let me step foot in his house.”

“Our house.” I corrected her, “That house is just as much mine as it is his. Stop worrying about Nikki, I promise he’s not out to get you.”

“Van, you know he doesn’t like me.” Clementine countered as I rolled my eyes, “He’s never liked me from the start.”

I huffed, “Nikki does like you. He just doesn’t know you that well. But so what if he doesn’t like you? That’s his own problem not anyone else’s. If he wants me back home like he says he does then he’ll just have to deal with it.”

Clementine rolled her eyes, “For once, can you just not defend him? He acts nice for you Vanity, but when you’re not around it’s different. He’s an asshole.”

I snickered, “Clemmy, Nikki is an asshole to everyone including me. Nikki’s an acquired taste.”

“Yeah, well, he’s always talking down and ridiculing me. He uses my relationship with you and Tommy constantly. Like, did you know Tommy’s divorce isn’t finalized?” Clem sulked as she came and sat next to me.

I looked at her, “Well, I mean….T mentioned it a time or two ago…”

“Is it or is it not?” She questioned again, “Because Nikki said that it wasn’t.”

I noticed her cheeks turn pink as tears were starting to form, “Well…they’re still figuring out who gets what. It doesn’t mean anything, Clem. Tommy is in deep with you, you know that.”

“He’s still married, Van. He’s been lying to me. Are they living in the same house? Why wouldn’t he tell me something like that? He’s taking a page out of Nikki’s book.”

I frowned at her words, “Tommy’s just…I don’t know. But no, he’s been renting out a condo while she’s at the house.”

Clementine wiped her eyes, frustratingly tossing her glasses into the side table, “Just still with her on paper. Why hasn’t he signed them? And why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me get involved with him if you knew he was still married.”

“I’ve been telling him he needs to get them signed. And, I-I just, it wasn’t any of my business and I didn’t think twice about it. He kept saying he was working on it. You know how Tommy feels about you Clem, he isn’t lying about that.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten serious if I knew he was still considered married, Van! I don’t want to be labeled as some home wrecker!” Her shouting took me by surprise as I gawked are her.

“You’re not a slut, Clem! Look, there’s no Hard feelings between them. Heather knows about you already and she’s happy for you two. Tommy’s told me.”

She frowned, looking down at the floor as she rubbed her neck, “She knows?”

“Yeah, she does. Heather is a sweetheart. She doesn’t have one bad bone in her body. But look, I’ll talk to Tommy. I’m sure he’s upset with himself too, okay?”

Clementine shook her head, “Yeah, can’t wait to have him heated over the phone. Just love when he angrily hangs up and then leaves drunk messages.”

“Well, maybe you should think about moving to LA. I’m sure the distance thing is hard. Just consider it okay? I would have a bedroom ready for you and a place for you to work on your art. Just think about it, okay?” I expressed as I reached over and rubbed her arm, “Plus, we’d have so much fun together in California.”

Clementine smiled a bit as she leaned her head on my shoulder, “I know, I know. I’ll think about it.”

I rested my cheek against the top of her head, “Thank you. Now, stop being all gloomy and open up some windows. Smells like a suffering artist in here.” I chuckled as she attempted punched me in the leg lightly.

“Tell Arianna I’ll make up for missing movie night with some ice cream this weekend.” I nodded as she moved away from me.

“I should get back home. I’m sure Nikki’s waiting for me so he can force I love you’s down my throat as well as other things.”

I chuckled when Clementine pretended to gag, “I’ll call you Van.”

I arrived back home, opening the door to see Nikki strumming away at the bass, pausing to write something down before continuing to play, “Ari in bed already?” I asked him as he looked up at me and nodded.

“Bout thirty minutes ago, she hardly fought me this time.” Nikki explained as I put my purse on the table, kicking off my shoes before I walked over to the couch and sat by him.

“How’s Clem feeling?” Nikki chuckles a bit as he strummed a chord. I saw the down played smirk on his lips. I wrapped my hand around the fretboard as he looked up at me, flipping his hair back and out of his face as he did so, “Yes, Princess?”

“Nikki, tell me you didn’t talk shit to Clementine to rile her up.” I questioned him as he looked away from me quickly. I caught his jaw, forcing him to keep eye contact, “Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t.” I felt the jaw muscles under my palm contract.

“I didn’t.” He paused as he gave me a crooked smile, “I may have mentioned California and she got upset, that was it. I didn’t do it on purpose if that’s what she’s having you believe.” Nikki pulled away from my touch as he put his bass down on the floor.

“Nikki, why would you even mention California to her in the first place? I haven’t even told her!” I shouted quietly, Nikki looking at me through furrowed brows.

“Baby, I thought she knew you were thinking about coming back home. That’s all.” Nikki spoke softly as he rested his hand on my knee, “I just assumed you would’ve told her already. I am sorry.”

I pushed his hand away from me, “I haven’t told her anything because I don’t know what I want! I wanted to wait until I decided to bring it up to her. That’s why I haven’t told her Nikki.” I shook my head as I leaned my head back on the couch cushion, “And now she’s upset and Clem doesn’t normally get upset easily.” I mumbled as Nikki wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest.

“Really? Cause I thought everything makes her cry?” He chuckled as I shoved his chest a bit, “Tommy bitches about it sometimes too.”

“Nikki.” I said his name sternly as he laughed again, seeing him try to kiss me but I turned my head. Nikki then forcefully gripped my jaw to make me look at him.

“It’s just a joke, relax princess.” He mumbled before he placed a soft, warm kiss on my lips, “So…how about California?” He smiled, wiping my gloss off his lips as I laid my head on his lap.

“I offered Clementine a bedroom at the house.” I ripped the band aid off quickly as he stared down at me.

“What-why? Wh-why would you do that? Vanity, what the fuck?” Nikki grumbled, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Well, because someone-“ I scowled at him, “Also told her Tommy hasn’t signed the divorce papers. So now, she’s not even gonna consider moving in with him, not like she was anyways. Plus, she’s my family.”

Nikki vocally groaned, “That-that was my bad. I didn’t mean for that to slip, but c’mon doll. If she’s serious about Tommy she’ll move in with him eventually so why have her come into our home?”

I narrowed my eyes, “Because I want her too. Damnit Nikki. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut? I’m sure you did it on purpose just to make her feel bad.”

He shook his head, “No! I didn’t. Babe, she’s your best friend and godmother of our daughter. I wouldn’t do that.

“So why can’t she move in with us? It’s my house too. And I also have a say who comes in and who doesn’t.” I argued back, “And! She’d be closer to Tommy and that means he wouldn’t leave all the time and the band could actually make some music. Isn’t that what you want?”

Nikki rubbed his temples as he smirked a bit, “Yes, that’s what I want. But I don’t want some stranger in my house. I don’t know her Vanity.”

I shrugged, “So what? I know her. Plus, Arianna will already be dealing with a change in her environment. I wouldn’t want to take Clementine away from her too. If you want me and Arianna you’ll also get Clementine too.”

Nikki looked up at the ceiling, probably cursing God for making him have to deal with me, “Fine! Fine! You want Clementine to come too? Fine. I’ll have a room ready for her and just to be nice, I’ll even give her a studio to make her art in peace and out of the way.”

“I also want my own bedroom…”

I wasn’t ready to be with him again.

Confusion and hurt was written all over his face, “Wh-what? What do you mean? Your own bedroom? You have a bedroom? I thought we’d share one…”

I sat up in a sitting position as I looked at him, “Vanity, I’ve apologized a dozen times.”

I nodded, “No, I know. And I know you’re sorry. But, I’m not ready to be with you. Can you understand that?”

Nikki frowned, “You don’t want to be with me?”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t bring myself to say yes or no. I just didn’t know what I wanted.

“Sixx, I love you. And you know I love you. But I think we still have a lot we need to work on before we could even think about getting back to where we were before.” I expressed as he nodded.

“I just want to be with you, Van.” He mumbles as he took my hand in his, “To just be yours again. And you to be mine and have a life together.”

I gazed into his mossy hued eyes, resting my hand against his jaw again as he slightly turned his cheek to kiss my open palm. He nuzzled his face into my hand, a pearly white smile meeting mine, “This is how we start again.”

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firebirdsdaughter · 4 years

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…

… Okay, I swear to the gods, if I have to sit through more Izu-based manpain or whatever…

It’s not Fumiya at all, but I have to admit I heard the drama-saturated ‘Izu…’ in the trailer and just… 🙄

To be fair… I don’t think we got it that much in the actual show, but I think the last arc just… Sapped any sympathy I might’ve had. And let’s be real, the fact that the trailer is taunting me w/ what looks like Horobi and Fuwa w/in ten feet of each other means I will sit through it, I just…

I’ve driven this into the ground, so I see no point in going into detail here, but I just do not see the difference between this allegedly ‘new’ Izu and the ‘old’ one. None of her memories changed her, she was just ‘everything as master Aruto wishes’ right to the end. Trying to make ‘drama’ out of her being ‘different’ is immediately gonna have me rolling my eyes. Nothing was lost, get over yourself, show. Aruto didn’t suffer anymore consequences than Gai did. (actually no, no: I’m going to call myself on that. He did see someone he cared about, albeit in a kind problematic way, ‘die’ and blow up, that’s more consequences for just bad decision making than Gai got for active malice)

And I’m… I’m gonna say it.

I’m tired of Aruto and Izu.

Additionally, I just, personally, do not see the appeal. They were literally… One of the most boring relationships in the show to me. And they were like… Always together in show. Like, I know that he’s the mc and she’s the ‘main girl,’ but… Would it have killed the writers to let them fully develop bonds w/ other characters? Izu it esp bothers me bc it just fed into the ‘only exists to serve Aruto’ thing. I wanted to see her interact w/ Fuwa and Yua, get proper development via Jin and Horobi, kinda curious about her and Naki, just a bit. (it’s showing that I had more interest in Izu than Aruto, isn’t it…)

But no, she essentially only appeared hovering at Aruto’s elbow, ready to serve him, and it… Irritated me. They didn’t feel like a real relationship? Bc Aruto was just all ‘Izu’s so perfect, she’s such an angel just like a HumaGear should be!’ and Izu was all just ‘my life revolves around Aruto-shachou!’

Like, there were some sneezes towards more rounded relationships for them in the start, but at the end… They literally had no relationships w/ anyone but the… Kinda ‘huh’ one w/ each other. And that’s, like, a) not healthy, for either of them, esp for Izu, but for either of them, and b)… Really… Boring. For lack of a better word. I found both characters much more engaging (setting aside other stuff) when… They were interacting w/ other people. I want to see them (esp Izu) be allowed to have relationships w/ other people that they actually, like, are invested in.

Fuwa and Horobi are getting shot at by a jet. Jin’s getting the damn jet dropped on him while saving Fuwa (I might’ve said he deserved it in another conversation but I didn’t mean it like that). Naki’s having a wonderfully photogenic day while sitting in the rubble looking rather sad. Ikazuch might only have one scene in the whole movie. Yua’s fighting an army on her own. There’s plenty of other people in danger and getting hurt. I don’t think we need more of Aruto whining and moaning and raging and going nutty again bc something something Izu.

And even putting aside my issues w/ the way their relationship was presented, the fact that I can’t sympathise w/ melodrama about Izu ‘dying’ bc she’s exactly the same, nothing was lost… The ‘designated damsel’ is a really tired trope, imo. Again, the manpain. Why is Izu’s only function to stand around gazing lovingly at Aruto and then to ‘get hurt’ and make him ‘rage,’ as an anon I am still working on summarised it, pretty much. Like… I know people were throwing the ‘sexy leg lamp’ at Yua (which I disagree w/, I think she fared slightly better than that), but that same ask I’ve yet to post pointed out that, ultimately, Izu was the sexy leg lamp, and I was like ‘oh my gods, you’re right.’ She started out pretty well, but in the end, even her ‘contribution’ was… Adoring Aruto like she was programmed to do? But I’m digressing into details again.

My point is that, even setting aside all my other issues w/ how they were portrayed, the bare bones trope of ‘girl who literally is only there to be the ‘pure angel’ and then get hurt to upset the hero for drama’ is tired. And they already played that card, and really badly. Now, if I thought this was going to be Izu taking responsibility for her part in the incident that led to her getting blown up, or even Aruto learning to take responsibility (or, admittedly, just… Anyone recognising their responsibility in that incident, rather than trying to pretend it was all Horobi’s fault, bc that was a case of everyone having a piece of the fault), then I might be swayed… But I find it highly unlikely (admittedly, like I’ve said before, I consider Izu and Horobi the least responsible for what happened, they should never have been left alone together, he was volatile and she did not have the wherewithal to properly talk him off the ledge, someone w/ emotional maturity should have gotten in there).

So it’s like… A perfect storm. I know I’m preaching to a choir and calling water wet to be complaining about this kind of overused sexism in KR, but… W/ the addition of how poorly handled it was at the end of the show and the way both characters were treated… It just increases my frustration and annoyance tenfold.

I just… I really hope we’re not rehashing for… Oh, gods, for a third time. Bc this happened w/ Baby Jin, too. Bc you know, it’s the five year old’s fault the homicidal satellite that brainwashed his father gave him weapons. -_-

And the worst part is, bc Eden’s human, what do you wanna bet he’s gonna be getting away w/ it.

#Firebird Negativity #PLEASE #enough #I beg #we don't need a THIRD go of Aruto's 'pet AI' to be really harsh getting 'hurt' and him going nutty over it #esp after how badly it was written the first two times #also just #tired of this trope #tired of Izu ONLY existing to serve Aruto #tired of Aruto only caring about Izu #tired of Izu drama #tired of Aruto's Izu manpain #I liked him better when he got mad for other people's sake too…#those two need a break from each other honestly

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vikireedphotography · 4 years

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The Cigar Is All You See

THE CIGAR IS ALL YOU SEE

First, do no TV: how badly do you want to make it in Hollywood, doctor?

FADE IN:

I/E.

A HOTEL BANQUET ROOM/OUTSIDE ENTRANCE-NIGHT

An EASEL holds a foam board telling us that inside the dark room-twinkling with spores of glittery tables, is the 2021 American Board of Radiology Conference.

Photos of two men are the evening’s GUEST SPEAKERS: GREG CRANDON, 53 and BEN HAMMIL, 52. Crandon is a bit pale, thinning hair on top scalp, bulging but happy eyes. He is posing with TV actor MATT KISLEYAK, 54. Matt is charismatic, and wears his TV-doctor’s uniform, Crandon is ‘on-set’ with Kisleyak and posing with an arm is around the shorter Crandon. Under the photo it reads:

“Radiology Consultant to Hollywood, Greg Crandon (with “Med Lives” star, Matt Kisleyak). The second photo is Hammil, who looks more like a TV star than a radiologist. Tall, long reddish hair. His photo depicts the smiling Hammill standing on a Ted Talk stage pointing and smiling. It’s captioned: “Welcome Ted Talk Keynote Speaker on AI and Radiology, Ben Hammil of Children’s Hospital of Los Angeles”

INT. BANQUET ROOM/BEYOND THE EASEL & SIGN-SIMULTANEOUSLY

In a reverse fractal, Dr. Ben Hammil is on-stage, preaching new gospel.

BEN

Twenty-two years in radiology. I’ve missed things. You know what sees everything? Machine learning. Check this out.

Ben lifts a POWERPOINT REMOTE AND CLICKS!

A massive projection screen behind Hammil fills with what looks like a photo quilt of chipmunk faces (tight crops of just the eyes, nose and whiskered mouth).

BEN (CONT’D)

Chipmunks. Cute. Sixteen-hundred chipmunk faces. Do you see the cat?

CUT TO:

VIP TABLE/ORCHESTRA SEAT LOCALE-CONTINUOUS SOUND OF: BEN HAMMIL’S VOICE-CONSTANTLY.

Greg in a slightly old-school tux joins his wife, ANDREA, 47.

In trying so hard to look younger, she forgets to be young. Everyone but the WIVES in the room are fixed on Hammil’s presentation.

ANDREA

(To Greg)

Can you get Matt’s autograph for Penny?

Andrea’s body language tightens after she notices cocaine on his nose. She grabs a napkin, wipes it. No one sees the coke. Just her ‘mothering’ him.

Fellow attendee and table-mate LEO, 42, now distracted.

LEO

(To Greg)

You missed Hammil’s award.

GREG Oh well.

LEO

Saw his Ted Talk. I played golf with him-played near him.

GREG

It’s just a tool, this software. A computer can’t deliver bad news or hold a box of Kleenex.

Greg gestures to a passing SERVER for another round of drinks. He pivots to PENNY, 36, pretty, blond trophy wifetwo small children later.

GREG (CONT’D) Penny? I’ll get you Matt’s autograph. I’m going to the studio tomorrow.

Penny is electrified. She points at Ben and announces to all:

PENNY

Out of everyone tonight he’s the most interesting and ground-level.

She catches herself when she sees Greg’s reaction.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD SOUNDSTAGE/PRODUCTION OFFICE FOR “MED LIVES”NEXT DAY

Greg drives his bronze BMW convertible to the GUARD-GATE. A familiar GUARD, 39, waves him through.

Moments later, Greg strides, getting tanner the closer he gets to the the SOUNDSTAGE DOOR. He glides past Matt Kisleyak’s RED FERRARRI. It’s parked next to the door. A sign designates: “Reserved for Matt Kisleyak/Med Lives.

CUT TO:

INT.

SOUNDSTAGE FOR “MED LIVES”-CONTINUOUS

It’s a magical forest of cables, wisteria hanging lights, cameras, crew, fake hospital sets, ACTORS in costume, CRAFT

SERVICES TABLE loaded with EVERYTHING you could ever want. Willy Wonka time.

KEN (O.C.) Dr.Crandon?

KEN GOLDISH, 37, is one of the show’s Producers. Greg wheels in the direction of his voice.

CONT.

The two walk a hallway lined with POSTERS of MED LIVES’ CAST in character. Ken is ahead and faster.

GREG

(Holding a zip drive and script.)

I have the notes on the next show. Just a few minor details.

Ken turns to see Greg brandishing his work.

KEN

(Takes the thumb-drive.) Keep the script.

They stop at the last door.

What did Matt want to see me for?

KEN

(Knocks twice) He’ll tell you.

CUT TO:

INT.

MATT’S OFFICE-FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

Greg is seated next to Matt’s desk. The blinds are closed, the only light comes from a large computer monitor.

As Matt sits and shares the glow with Greg you see an unbelievably photogenic man.

GREG

(Staring and smiling at Matt.)

This isn’t ideal. You should send the full study to my office at the hospital.

MATT

Not gonna happen. It’s a favor for a good friend. I’m looking out for him. A secret second-opinion.

Greg nods into gear with a deep breath.

CUT TO:

30 MINUTES LATER-

The star is opening the blinds. He turns around and saws his palm into Greg’s personal space.

MATT

Thanks so much for doing this.

GREG

I’m sure it’s not what you wanted to hear. Your friend definitely has stage-four lung cancer. I couldn’t tell more without labs, biopsies-

Greg stands to meet Matt’s goodbye shake.

MATT

Keep this between us?

Matt opens door. Greg pulls the rolled MED LIVES script out of his suit pocket.

GREG

I’m sorry, but a friend of my wife’s..

MATT

(Grabbing a pen.) What’s her name?

GREG

Penny. Thanks for that. I never ask, but the wife...

MATT

Got it. Hey, I’m hosting a celebrity golf tourney this weekend at Hillcrest Country Club. For Children’s Hospital. You play?

CUT TO:

INT. GREG’S HOME OFFICE, WOODLAND HILLS,CA-NEXT EVENING

A man-cave with no man. It resembles a furniture store display. The only indicator of human occupancy is a box of Just For Men hair dye. He stands before a full-length mirror wearing new golf-wear. Looks a little ‘back to school’.

PRICE TAGS are strewn at his feet. He snips the last tag from his BELT.

CLOSE ON: BELT/SCISSORS THE TAG READS $169.00. After a snip, it flutters down onto his new shoes. It’s quiet until-

ANDREA (O.C.)

Christ. You could go as Tiger Woods for Halloween.

GREG

Not really funny. Did you want something?

ANDREA

(Sour.)

Dinner. It’s here.

(Taking a last look, then starts to undress.) Good. I’m hungry.

FADE OUT:

EXT. HILLCREST COUNTRY CLUB-FOLLOWING MORNING

The celebrity event buzzes, it feels like a Christmas tree you could live-in.

INT. HILLCREST DINING ROOM-CONTINUOUS

Cacophonous. Seen from above, Greg disappears into a crowd of

JOURNALISTS, CELEBS, TV CAMERAS, FAMILIES OF PEDIATRIC CANCER PATIENTS, BUSY STAFF, CLUB MEMBERS and people dressed like PEANUTS CARTOON CHARACTERS.

A BANNER ABOVE AN EMPTY PODIUM AT THE BACK OF THE ROOM READS:

“Children’s Hospital Of Los Angeles Annual Celebrity Golf Event 2021”

Hearing Matt from behind a potted tree he eagerly rounds the corner.

It’s Matt with Ben Hammil and a few others. Laughing. Drinking.

GREG (TO SELF) Fucking guy...

Matt turns around. Seeing Greg, he’s not unhappy but there’s no reward in seeing him. Greg bounds over, socially awkward in Ben’s presence.

MATT

(To the group.)

This is Greg Crandon. He’s the Doc who makes Dr. Morrow sound like he went to medical school. Hey, Greg, this is one of your radiologist tribal members: Ben Hammil.

GREG

Yeah, we shared a bill at a radiology convention last week. I was keynote.

BEN

It was actually fun. Like an extended Ted Talk.

ANOTHER MAN IN THE GROUP Oh, that’s where I know you from!

MATT

Greg we’re doing a Four Man Cha Cha Cha wager; the losing team coughs up forty-K for the charity. You’re in, right?

GREG

Forty? It’s in my car.

The group laughs.

GREG (CONT'D) Will you excuse me?

Greg breaks away and rushes to the MEN’S BATHROOM.

CUT TO:

INT. HILLCREST DINING ROOM-TWENTY MINUTES LATER

Most of the crowd spills onto the fairway path, outside. Greg hustles to catch-up.

CUT TO:

EXT. FAIRWAY PATH-CONTINUOUS

Greg approaches the REGISTRATION TABLE.

An ATTRACTIVE SWEDISH FEMALE CLUB STAFFER, 23, is dispensing Team Badges, which are mounted on a valet’s keyboard behind her. The teams are named after Peanuts Characters. Greg squints to see the SNOOPY Team, which is led by Matt.

FEMALE STAFFER (O.S.) Good morning! What’s your name?

GREG

Greg Crandon? I think I’m a Snoopy, on Matt’s team.

FEMALE STAFFER

Here you are. You’re a LINUS!

Matt invited me personally, I’m sure I’m a Snoopy.

FEMALE STAFFER It’s a perfect day for a game, you’ll have a great time.

The Staffer dangles the Linus Team badge. Greg takes it.

As he approaches, A GOLF CART WHIRRS away: Ben Hamill is the driver, Matt’s his co-pilot.

They leave a wake in the COLLECTIVE MEDIA bush they pass.

CUT TO:

INT. GREG'S BEDROOM-2 DAYS LATER-EARLY MORNING

He’s on his back, snoring.

ANDREA (O.C.)

Get up! Get up! Matt’s dead! Greg! Wake up!

GREG

(Slowly waking.) What are you talking about?

Andrea turns on the bedroom TV. Live local news broadcasts the scene outside of Matt Kisleyak’s home in Malibu.

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON: POLICE TAPE, BODIES BEING ROLLED TO THE CORONER’S VAN.

The CAPTION READS: “MATT KISLEYAK, STAR OF ‘MED LIVES’,

BELOVED HOLLYWOOD STAR, WIFE AND SON DEAD: SUSPECTED CARBON MONOXIDE POISONING...”

GREG No! What?

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD SOUNDSTAGE/SECURITY GUARD GATE-1 HOUR LATER

Flowers and memorials nearly block the entrance.

GREG

I have to see Ken Goldish.

GUARD

No one on the lot today without approval. Given what’s happened I cannot do anything. Have Ken call me. Turn around and go park on the street.

Stressed, Greg scrapes his BMW on a concrete safety stanchion.

CUT TO:

INT. KEN GOLDISH’S OFFICE-15 MINUTES LATER

Ken is on the phone with Greg, while multitasking. A MEMORIAL VIDEO is playing on the production monitor in his office. People on-set and walking by the open door weep.

KEN

(Puts Greg on

SPEAKERPHONE)

The show is obviously going to shutdown until the writers find an appropriate way through Matt’s death. Listen, we can’t have people talking to the press about what Matt did.

GREG (O.S.) What did he do?

KEN

His son, Liam’s cancer. You know, you saw his MRI.

GREG (O.S.)

He said it was a friend of his.

KEN

No. Liam collapsed at college. He’s been living at Children’s Hospital on and on for months. I don’t know if Lily chose to die but everyone was drugged and he closed the windows and messed with his central air...No more pain.

GREG (O.S.)

Can I call you when the show is back up? I think I have an angle on

AI-

KEN

Seriously not the time. I gotta go. I’ll let you know about the memorial if you want, okay? Bye.

CUT TO:

INT. GREG'S HOME OFFICE AGAIN-ONE HOUR LATER

Greg saunters through his open office door head-down.

The sound of a GARDENER BLOWING LEAVES IN THE FRONT YARD IS A CONSTANT.

ANDREA (O.S.)

(Popped like a cork.) What did you do?

Andrea is sitting at his DESK; it’s littered with the golf clothing TAGS, the autographed script, she’s been rummaging.

GREG My desk..

ANDREA

I answered your office line.

Children’s Hospital Charity Committee something or other called to say they can’t refund your fortythousand dollar donation but they’d be happy to provide you with a tax form so you can declare it. Were you trying to impress Matt Kisleyak?

GREG Be quiet.

She throws the price tags at his face.

She sits at his desk and lifts the office phone receiver.

ANDREA

I’m calling that charity and telling them you can’t be held responsible because you have a drug problem and I will sue them if they don’t return the forty-thousand.

She dials the Charity’s number, taking it from the tax form.

GREG

I’m warning you-

ANDREA

Now you’re a man, right?

Greg walks towards her, automatically, instinctively. She backs-up to get space between them.

Now they’re both behind his desk.

GREG

We’re are so done.

In one freakish rage he grabs his office chair and swings it at Andrea. The wheeled feet break her jaw as she drops to the floor.

Greg tosses the chair aside blood from the wheels casts off all over the MED LIVES SCRIPT. He stands over the whimpering disoriented Andrea and begins to stomp her into a near coma.

He continues as we FADE OUT.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD-45 MINUTES LATER

Greg is walking up HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD. Another sunny day.

Surrounded by TOURISTS, WORKERS, WALKERS, SHOPPERS, and CHARACTER ACTORS hawking for tips dressed as DEAD HOLLYWOOD. They appear to be moving on a giant treadmill.

MOMENTS LATER-

The WALK OF FAME STARS peel away under Greg’s feet until he see’s Matt Kisleyak’s STAR with a growing memorial. He looks down at the bloodied LIVES MED SCRIPT UNDER HIS ARM.

Greg enter a crosswalk against traffic.

FLASHBACK TO:

THE ABR CONFERENCE-BEN HAMMIL’S SPEECH ABOUT PERCEPTION.

SEE: IMAGE OF THE BRICK WALL WITH A CIGAR PINCHED IN-BETWEEN TWO-BRICKS.

BEN

At the top we see a garden variety red brick. All of it’s -

RETURN TO PRESENT-HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD HEARING HAMILL’S VOICE.

BEN (V.O.)

-flaws, pores, grit and different colors up close. So many facets and defects. Below that image we see a brick wall. However once I tell you that there’s a cigar stuck in that wall? That’s pretty much all you see now. Humans make a choice, AI just sees everything...

CLOSE ON: TRAFFIC LIGHT ‘DON’T WALK’ SIGNAL.

Greg quickly turns around and RUNS into traffic.

SOUND OF: SCREECHING TIRES. A SICK BANG AND CRACKING THUD. CARS REAR-ENDING. HORNS.

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON: THE AUTOGRAPHED ‘MED LIVES’ SCRIPT. BLOODIER, ON THE SIDEWALK.

A MAN, 29, GRABS IT AMIDST THE CHAOS BEHIND HIM.

MAN

(Into his cel phone.) Bae? I have some good news and better news. You know how Matt Kisleyak croaked today? I’m the proud owner of an script autographed by him. YES. The better news is it’s covered in blood.

FADE OUT.

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blondecarfucker · 5 years

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Creatures of the Night (Part 1)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: You're a videographer, and you get the opportunity of a lifetime as you're invited to direct and film the News of the World documentary. But you don't expect to fall for the photogenic drummer.

Fic Note: I've been thinking about this for a few months, really - ever since I was about to complete my last fic. Now that it's complete, here it is! There's only three parts to it, which I know it's short compared to my last fic, but hey, sometimes there's not as much story to tell. This is a shorter, more intense one. That being said, the chapters are gonna be longer than usual. Hope you enjoy it! I'd love to get some feedback since I haven't really explored this mature, more wild side of the band. And if it's the first time you're stumbling upon my writing, hello and welcome! I have a masterlist in my bio with a huge, long Roger fic called Bed of Roses, and a few requests and challenges - the one for the song Ocean Eyes is a personal favorite. I can't put the link here or Tumblr will make this post disappear - I'm sorry.

Chapter's notes: HELLO EVERYONE im quite proud of this story and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did. its inspired on the documentary so theres a bunch of bits and pieced from there here. not much to say now, so here it goes!!

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: mentions of sex, drug use, cursing

Part 1 - Waxing Moon

The first time you ever saw him, you knew you could never forget his face.

It was the prettiest face you've seen, alright, but that didn't seem to capture it just right - it sounded too childish, too mundane. His face was different - his skin reflected the light beautifully, like marble, little imperfections only adding to the texture, making it more interesting. You wanted to photograph him.

But he was even better being filmed, the way he'd smile when thinking about what to say, the way his messy, bleached hair bounced back the light and burnt the film made him look angelical, a halo around his head - you couldn't wait to see how it looked on the cutting room.

You were a videographer on Tiswas, a dumb gig you've only accepted cause it payed better than your last one, but it was good for your portfolio - Sally James, the host, was unbelievably beautiful, and you had almost no supervision, so you could easily film her in a more cinematic, artistic manner, something you'd never be allowed to do as a cameraman on television news - or cameraperson, as people said uncomfortably when they realized you were a woman operating the camera.

It took awhile for people on TV news to take you seriously - a tiny, young women in oversized clothing and hair pulled back in the middle of old, strong man - but you were their best videographer before you were even hired, getting the job after selling them footage from Woodstock when you were only 19. In the middle of a stoned, drunken haze, you were still cold blooded enough to film the whole festival, almost getting lost from your friends as you tried to get clear audio, doing more artistic work as you filmed during an acid trip. Your parents would kill you if they knew you took your expensive video camera to the festival, but it got you a job.

And what a job. It was you the editor in chief chose to film the signing of the Beatles Agreement, and you followed George Harrison around as he tried to find the room where all the Beatles agreed to end the band that you loved maniacally during your teenage years, trying not to shake as you filmed the reaction on the streets. You wanted to scream along all the desperate girls in their mid-twenties.

But back at Tiswas, the very short interview was cemented in your memory as one of your favorites just because of him. You knew who Roger Taylor was before you've filmed him - you saw his face on the videos for Queen, but you didn't really care for him or the band, really. You almost liked them in their Killer Queen days, just because you loved glam rock, but you felt indifferent to their opera rock - you felt like Bohemian Rhapsody was a bloated mess, and it's success only made the band go on with their overly edited stuff.

But during the lighting test, still makeup-less, a bit shy, having to promote an album alone, probably thinking about flirting with Sally - dazed and confused, photogenic and beautiful - that was the first time you really saw him, no distractions.

So when you got home, a year after the interview, to a voicemail inviting you to direct a documentary for Queen's News of the World Tour, you thought of him, his bright smile permanently marked on your film, even before you thought of the logistics of the job.

A week later, you met the only other crew member that would help you do your job - Josh Barnes, another twenty something videographer that didn't have a portfolio as impressive as yours, but did have a messy curly hair and odd clothing, so he grabbed your attention. You were informed you'd share hotel rooms during the tour.

But Josh wasn't the only one grabbing your attention then, cause that was the day you met the band and the tour crew, and you could swear the band members forgot your name as soon as you told them, Roger only spending a fraction of a second longer looking at you once you were introduced. You wondered if he remembered you.

They set up to perform one of their singles, We Are The Champions, so you can have some footage of them on studio, and you can't help but enjoy the melody, glad it was simple - you could only hope you enjoy the rest of the songs they play on tour, or else it would be a painful gig, since you'll be filming their every rehearsal and every show for the next few months.

You feel like you're being watched by some of the people higher up than you, people that definitely could still fire you on your first day, so you're quick to establish a dynamic with Josh, explaining what you intend to do that day and delegating him tasks.

But once you two go inside the recording booth, where the band is talking and waiting for you to start filming, you realize there's no room for two people to work - one of you would keep appearing on the other's footage. So you tell Josh to stay outside and clear your throat to get the attention of the band.

"Can you take your places? I'm trying to decide how I'm gonna film this", you say, and they exchange glances before getting to their places - you were sure Freddie held a laugh. You knew you were considered bossy, but hell, you always got the job done flawlessly, so be it.

"So Freddie and Roger can't move, since the drum kit and the piano are too heavy to move around quickly", you said, more to yourself them to the rest of the band. "Brian and John, can you lean on these amps?" you ask, and they do as you tell them.

"Sorry for bossing you around already. As a director, that's basically my job. But, if you pay attention, now you're all forming a triangle on the room, so I can fit you all in a well composed shot if I stay behind any of you", you explain, and Roger raises his eyebrow to Freddie, almost asking for confirmation - you heard that Freddie was more of a visual artist as well. He nodded lightly back at the drummer.

So you position yourself behind Freddie's shoulder and start a countdown, so the band understands you're recording. They start playing, and you walk along them - Freddie was looking down as he played the piano, so the lights weren't as flattering, and Brian and John were done with their bits once you focused on them, so you were quick enough to film Roger, basically doing a 360 around him.

You filmed him as you were in front of the drums, and then started to go around them. You wish you had Josh along with you so you could do some closeups - his hands twirling the drumstick on his left hand, the cigarette hanging from his lips, his profile against the black foam covering the walls. But you didn't have another videographer, so you had to do a very conscious effort to stop filming him and go back to Brian and John, now playing their instruments, while you're still dazed by his strong scent - cologne and cigarette smoke, even stronger once you were behind him, his shorter hair on your viewfinder.

You were happy to get his profile later, as they sang the vocals, and a few closeups of his long fingers twirling the sticks in the middle of closeups of John strumming his bass, contre-plongées of Brian on the guitar and shots of Freddie playing the piano against the light.

"She's very decided", you heard Freddie say once you were all outside the recording booth, a small distance between you as you packed. "I like her", Roger said, his voice much raspier than you remembered. "Feels like she knows what she's doing", he completed, and you smiled as you zipped your equipment bag shut.

The other day on studio, you felt like Roger was being funny specifically for your camera - ordering a coffee with one and 3/7 sugars, and saying a song sounded great since his part hasn't been recorded. You watched him tense up as you kneeled down beside him on the mixing desk, turning his face away from you.

It didn't help your work that the whole band was camera shy. John was sweet, and was able to give good answers even in the most improbable interview situations, like the time you interviewed him on a car. Brian was quite honest on his answers, unlike Freddie, usually sarcastic, and Roger, who never really properly answered what you asked. But in every candid shot you tried to get, every spontaneous moment, they shut down, still not used to your presence.

Roger was more open to you and your camera once he was drunk, posing with his bottle of wine with John by his side on studio, giving proper answers to your questions on the album's launch party, a glass of champagne on his hand.

He got used to having you close to him eventually, since one of your favorite angles to shoot was the view from behind his shoulder when Freddie was not on the piano, trying to fit in the small space between Roger and the gong behind him. Roger was tense at first, feeling you mere inches from him, but relaxed as you got used to each other's movements, a choreography where you knew the moments you should go a little further away from him so he could turn to the side and sing, a natural flow developing between the two of you.

Once, during your lunch break, you were talking to Josh when you heard music, so you dropped your sandwich, got your camera and ran to the rehearsal stage in mere seconds, only to find Freddie on the drums and Roger on Brian's guitar, the Red Special, and as soon as Freddie saw you - the camera already on - he almost stopped drumming, but he went on as you and Roger nodded together in encouragement, smiling at each other once Freddie drummed, and you quickly turned your camera to capture Roger's smile again, taking a few seconds to remember you should try to properly compose a shot, moving around to include John on the foreground.

You were happy no one was checking your work but Josh, because it would be embarrassing - you did film Roger more than you should, having as much footage of him as you had of Freddie, the frontman, the one in a gloriously sparkling Paco Rabanne leotard instead of hidden behind the drums.

But Roger was just so goddamn photogenic - his shyness in front of the camera appearing in form of joking around once he realized you were filming, pretending to pick his nose, showing his tongue, taking his robe off dramatically in the dressing room.

It was him on the center of the frame when you filmed without thinking much - in every shot of the band discussing during the rehearsal, or in shots of him and Deacon driving there, or even when you filmed candid moments; it was almost as if you responded unconsciously to his movements, always focusing on him.

You were torn between just thinking that Roger was a good model and actually being attracted to him. You only realized how frustrated he got you once you were already on tour with them, in America.

He sent one of the roadies to tell you that he and Freddie would rehearse Get Down, Make Love. You were in your shared room with Josh, and you'd usually sent him to film this - it wasn't super important, just some extra B-Roll - but he was napping, snoring soundly. Poor guy stayed up later than you, since you gave him the task of organizing the footage and taking care of the equipment. He almost never complained, a sweet boy that always did as you told him, always looking a bit too pretty on his shorts and band shirts, always too respectful to openly flirt with you, but always giving you the space to do so, reminding you he was single in every opportunity he had - nearly boring, but cute, nearby and accessible.

One time you were truly pissed with him - he only caught audio of the band arguing once you were not around to film it, forgetting to take the lens cap off - and he apologized and apologized, never even talking back at you.

So you didn't wake Josh up and went to the venue, across the street from the hotel, to find them already playing.

At first, you got them on wide, but without the lights, it just looked flat. So you started filming closeups.

Roger pouted in concentration in an extreme closeup you did, and you realized your breathing was heavy, right as you watched him lightly rub his lips against the mic groaning "Get down", his face only dimly lit on one side, and you subconsciously pressed your thighs together, kneeling on the side of the drum riser. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to zoom out, your hands a bit shaky as you got up and walked to Freddie, so you could film him and calm down.

But you were so frustrated, you just needed someone to touch you and to be touched as you wanted, needed to touch Roger, but you didn't knew anyone on the cities you were visiting.

That night, you stayed up as Josh organized the footage and the equipment, putting new film into the two cameras with his long fingers - quite similar to Roger's. Once he was done, you decided to take a quick shower, and left the bathroom still wrapped in a towel, the first move you made on him.

That was the first night you fucked Josh out of desire caused by Roger - the first of many.

You couldn't flirt with Roger - he had a gorgeous girlfriend and pretty groupies everywhere you went, so he definitely wouldn't care about you, who never wore any makeup or looked twice in the mirror before going out.

So you enjoyed some careless sex with Josh, and you enjoyed his friendship - you went to the movies together and he asked for advice on his career from you.

You two had agreed on going to a carnival, and he challenged you to climb the ferris wheel before the staff called the cops. It was fun to do these things on tour - you'd never see anyone from any town ever again.

But before that, you needed some footage of Queen's after parties, so Josh followed you around as you tried filming the band having fun, but the only one being more receptive was Roger. Surprisingly, there was no girls around him, but that was probably just him being smart - you could bet he sent home the midwestern girl he was going to fuck as soon as he saw the camera, not wanting to get caught cheating on his girlfriend.

Eventually you had enough footage and called it a day, and told Josh to go organize the footage before you left. "Are you coming with me to the room?" he asked. "No, I'm getting a drink. I didn't enjoy the free booze as much as I should have until now", you said, and he smiled in response before leaving.

"Y/N", you hear a too well-known voice say as you lean on the bar. Roger is walking towards you.

"Roger" you answered, and turned to ask for a drink. But Roger's hand on top of yours distracted you.

"Didn't thought I'd see you in an after party", he said, leaning into the bar as well. You've been this close to him before, but never without your camera between you. You were not used to see him like this, raw, with no viewfinder intermediating the rays of light between your eyes and his, your lips and his. It felt like a step closer to touching.

"What do you mean? I always come", you answer, trying to play it cool, as if you weren't moving your gaze from his eyes to his lips oftenly.

"Yeah, but you're always behind that goddamn camera of yours", he says, and looks at the space behind you, checking to see if you're alone. "And there's always your minion breathing behind your back", he tells you.

"Didn't thought you were watching me", you said, shrugging.

"It just feels fair, considering it's your job to watch me", he says, then looks to the rest of the party. "It's quite voyeuristic, if I may say so", he says, and you laugh.

"Never thought of my job with a sexual undertone before", you lie, tapping your fingers against the bar.

"Really? I actually started to enjoy the feeling of your eyes on me", he smirks, and you feel the blush on your cheeks. Touché.

"Just looking for a nice shot", you answer, looking away from him.

"That's a pity. I guess you're not interested in having a good time with me, then", it's his time to shrug.

"Define 'a good time'", you ask, and he smirks. You quickly think of Josh, waiting for you in your room, but a brief second - and a quick flash of Roger's smile - is all you need to shut the thought off.

"Open your mouth", Roger tells you, and you frown, confused. "Here?", you ask, and he laughs. "Yeah, here", he answers, looking for a small ziplock in his pocket. "Just trust me, alright?", he asks, and you open your mouth lightly.

"Tongue out", he tells you, and you do so. You watch as he picks up a small paper square with his fingertips. "Are you okay with it?", he asks, and you nod a yes.

So Roger's index soon touches the tip of your tongue, leaving the small piece of LSD there to dissolve. He quickly does the same, and calls the barman, ordering Perrier water, which the barman quickly pours in two glasses. Roger passes one of them to you, and raises his glass for a toast.

"A good time", he says, and you repeat it, receiving a quick smile from him before the two of you chug the water down.

It doesn't take very long before you can feel the effects on your body - lights get more intense, and time seemed to slow down a bit. You saw Roger's pupil dilate, and he pulled you to the dance floor.

His touch felt like lighting, electricity gluing your skins together, and he pulled you closer to the sound of Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood, the castanets looping on your brain, Roger's eyes turning completely blue, his hair shining like the sun, blinding you, and you just needed to dance because there was so much energy contained inside of you, and every time you felt him touching your skin, you felt more energy accumulating, and if you didn't dance it out, you would burst into spontaneous combustion.

Yet you needed to feel his skin against yours more and more, and you pulled him closer so could feel him, his smell, his saturated colors, and you ached for his touch, turning around and dancing with your back glued to him, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you there, close, the loud music bonding you together, melting the two of you against each other, buzzing through the air.

"I fucking hate this song!!" Roger screamed into your ear, but you couldn't stop dancing for a second, so you kept moving, grinding your hips against his.

"Hey, c'mon, let's find my room so I can pick a decent song", Roger managed to say, his breath burning your skin, but you enjoyed the feeling and craved more of it, more of his touch.

"But I can't go somewhere quiet!", you told him, still dancing to the playlist full of shitty hits. "I'll sing to you", he said, and you considered, still dancing, now to Feels Like The First Time.

He started screaming the chorus, and that was good enough for you, so you followed him to the hall. You kept dancing maniacally as he tried to remember his floor, eventually being guided there by one of the crew members, trying to ask where his suite was as he sang high notes to the rhythm of the Foreigner song to keep you satisfied, dancing alone in the hallways.

Once you got to his suite, he turned the radio on, and Immigrant Song has just started. You both started screaming - his voice almost in harmony with Robert's voice coming through the radio - and he jumped into bed, offering you a hand so you could jump along. You did, and you jumped in bed, the water mattress squealing under your weight as you babbling the lyrics, random words coming out of your mouths about ice, snow, midnight suns and Valhalla.

It was followed by Dark Lady, and you kept jumping and screaming on his bed for hours to every song that the radio played, stopping only when you realized you were hoarse, the Stairway to Heaven intro giving you time to recover your breath.

Roger jumped out of bed to get you a bottle of sparkling water on his mini fridge, and you sat down, feeling the effect of the drug passing. He opened the bottle and had a sip before passing it to you. After giving him a weak smile, you drank half of the bottle in only a few seconds. He layed by your side.

You put the bottle down on the ground and lay down with him. His pupils are still big, but smaller than the last time you noticed, so the effect is getting weaker on him too.

That doesn't stop him from lifting his hand, moving it closer to your lips, his warm hand encompassing your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

You don't resist the temptation, moving your own hand to his hair, his teased strands tickling your palm before you entangled your fingers on them.

He slowly pulls you closer to him, and you never saw the blue of his eyes in such close proximity.

Cause you were never this close to kissing him before.

And a glimpse of sobriety hits you - you're about to kiss Roger Taylor in the middle of an acid trip.

That's not how you want it to go; it doesn't feel right, now that you really thought about it.

"Roger, this is not right", you say, and he freezes. "It feels right to me", he says, staring deep into your eyes, relaxing, getting closer to you again.

"It's not that I don't want to kiss you, or sleep with you. I do", you blurp out, almost regretting it, scared of rejection even as he's leaning in for a kiss. "So what's not right?", he asks, frowning.

"I don't want to fuck you while we're tripping. It's gonna be fucking terrible", you say, and he laughs. "I mean it, though. I want it to be good. I'd rather not have you than have you like this", you tell him, and he laughs again.

"You're really that decided, aren't you?", he asks, and it's your turn to laugh. "I guess I am", you say.

"Since we're not fucking, or even kissing, can I still touch you? Your arms, your hair. I'm not tripping as hard, but my skin is itching. I need to touch you", he says, and you nod.

So, with Roger's callous fingers brushing against your soft skin and his husky voice humming Led Zeppelin, you fall asleep.

The sunlight makes you see red before you even open your eyelids.

You feel cold, the AC too strong for your liking - Josh wouldn't change the temperature, he knew how you liked it.

So you opened your eyes to find yourself on an empty bed, much bigger than yours. The only sound in the room comes from someone brushing their teeth.

Roger Taylor is only in a towel, wrapped low around his hips, leaning into the sink, his signature halo of hair now wet.

You let out a scream.

The memories from last night hit you at the same time he turns around and looks at you, concerned.

"Hey, you alright?", he asks, and you nod, feeling your legs ache from the exercise you had, jumping like mad for hours.

"Yeah, just couldn't remember everything at first", you said, and he looked down at himself. "Oh, don't worry. We didn't do anything. You had some interesting reasoning behind it", he said, and you blushed.

"Roger, I'm so sorry. All this has been so unprofessional, thank God there's not a show today", you say, and he interrupts you. "It's alright, Y/N. There would be nothing for you to do anyway, since I've spent the morning locked here", he said, and you gasped.

"All morning? What time is it?" you ask, and he points to the clock. "Three in the afternoon. Relax, you said it yourself, it's a day off", he shrugged, and went back to the sink.

"Josh is probably concerned with me, doesn't even know where I am", you murmured. "Is he your boyfriend or something?", he asked, and you nodded a no. "So there's no reason for all this. Besides, the whole crew probably saw you with me, so there's a huge chance he knows your whereabouts", Roger completed.

"God, and we didn't even do anything", you say, getting off bed. "I'm sorry for all this, Roger. I'll go to my room", you said, looking for your shoes. "God, I haven't had such an intense trip ever since Woodstock", you said to yourself, and Roger coughed. "Since when?" he asks, and you repeat, looking at him. "Woodstock", you say, proud, and he walks toward you.

"There's no way in hell you're getting out of this room without telling me this story", he said, and you smiled.

You told him about Woodstock, and the Beatles, only stopping so you could take a quick shower on his bathroom, putting on some of his clean clothes. He wanted your company, and you never realized how lonely he could get, never getting to know anyone who had a more interesting life than his.

He ordered room service for the two of you, a weird pizza full of pineapples, and you took it to his balcony, watching the twilight over the Badlands National Park, a breathtaking view you couldn't believe you were getting to experience, just like you couldn't believe you were experiencing listening to Roger Taylor complain about pineapple on his pizza. "I hate the Midwest so much. How can you fuck up pizza with fucking fruit? I expect this in California, not here", he complains, and you laugh at him.

He looks at you, and for a moment you see him as saturated as you saw last night, his blinding hair and deep blue eyes. "I have an idea", he says, putting his plate to the side and going inside the room.

He comes back with a Polaroid in his hands, and you instantly cover your face. "I don't like to be photographed, thanks", you say, but he kneels down in front of you, trying to get to the same level as your eyes.

"C'mon Y/N, it's just fair. You're filming me all the time!!" he complains, and you sigh. "That's my job, Roger".

"Hey, hey, it's fine", he says, moving your hands down and away from your face. "I just want to see you the way you see me", he tells you, positioning the camera so he can watch you through the viewfinder, his free hand moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I just want to see you", he whispers, letting the camera slowly move down as he caresses your cheek with the hand that was on your hair.

He brushes his thumb over your lower lip again, and this time, you lean into him.

And even though you're sober, you could swear you feel the same electricity connecting you as his plump lips move against yours.

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girls-scenarios · 6 years

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The Perfect Shot

Idols: Chuu and Yves (Loona)

Prompt: LOONA?!? My children, I live and breath for Chuuves. Can i have a ChuuxYves fic centered around the idea that Chuu is in the photography club and Yves is in dance and Chuu is coming to take pictures for the school paper. Highschool or College AU probably.

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: So this ended up being super long because I love Chuuves and I love high school aus and I’ve been watching way too much anime recently. I hope you guys enjoy though! Also, I’m probably going to put this on Ao3 and AFF so I’ll link those here when I do.

“Wow, you got the dance club? Lucky, I have to photograph the chess club.” Chuu looked up at the pouting Jinsoul, a grin on her face.

“Hey, there might be a cutie in the chess club, you never know.”

“Yeah, right. I’m going to end up falling asleep out of pure boredom.” She flopped down onto one of the giant beanbags in the corner of the club room and held up her camera. “It’s just me and you against the world, camera.” Chuu rolled her eyes and looked back down at the paper from the newspaper club in her hands, resting on top of the camera in her lap.

The dance club. She didn’t know anyone in that club, but it’s not like that was weird. The only clubs she had friends in were the newspaper club, which she also worked with, and the track and field club. Still, she was curious.

“Do you know anybody in the dance club, Jinsoul?” Jinsoul perked up a bit, putting down her camera.

“I do! That girl I introduced you to, Kim Lip, is in there, and so is this girl named Yves.” Her eyes twinkled a bit, and she leaned forward. “I think you’ll like Yves.” Chuu gave her a look.

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“She’s totally your type. And totally girlfriend material.” Chuu rolled her eyes again.

“Oh, whatever, you’re just trying to make me nervous.” Even as she said it, though, it was working. The assignment in her hand said she had to get both group photos of club members, and in-action shots. If this Yves was actually as hot as she was being told.... She shook her head and folded up the paper, shoving it into her pocket. Haseul from the newspaper club was counting on her, so there was no way she was going to get distracted.

Despite what she’d told herself, when the day finally rolled around, she was nervous. The camera around her neck felt heavy, and if she’d done her hair a little cuter than usual and ironed her uniform, she wasn’t going to admit it.

The dance club met in the gym on the other side of the school from the photography club, and it felt weird to be inside the gum in her normal uniform. Still, she tried to ignore the awkwardness of it all and stepped inside with her head held high.

The club had been gathered around in a circle, but when Chuu stepped inside, they all turned around to look. Everyone was attractive, and she swallowed, clutching her camera.

“Um, hi? I’m from the photography club, here to take photos for the school newspaper.” She recognized Kim Lip near the back of the group when she gave her a little smile, and then a pretty upperclassmen stepped forward, giving her a blinding smile.

“Hello, we were expecting you! Chuu, right?” Chuu nodded, and the girl gestured to the students behind her. “Welcome, Chuu! My name is Yooa, I’m the club leader, and these are the dance club members.” Everyone gave her a little wave, and Chuu waved back, letting out a nervous giggle. “What are we doing today?”

“Well, I need a group photo, but mostly I’ll just be taking photos of you guys dancing and stuff. It’s up to you in which order we do it.” Yooa seemed to think for a moment, hands on her hips, before turning back to look at the group.

“Let’s do the group photo first,” she said, smiling that blinding smile again. “Wouldn’t want to be all sweaty in our newspaper photo, would we?” She clapped her hands, signalling for them to form up. And form up they did, crowding in together and smiling their attractive smiles that made Chuu fumble with her camera as she brought it up, trying not to focus too hard on any one of them.

A few clicks of her camera later, she was done, lowering it and giving Yooa a smile.

“All right, you guys can ahead and get started with your normal club activities,” she said, giving them a little nod, and Yooa clapped her hands again. It was amazing the way the club fell away at her command, immediately forming into the circle they’d been in when Chuu had interrupted them. She watched silently in amazement as Yooa spoke to them in her sweet voice, bringing her camera up to snap a view quiet photos, until a name caught her attention.

“Alright, Yves, you want to start us out by showing us what you’ve been practicing for your upcoming solo?” Yves. Chuu’s eyes landed on the girl stepping out of the group, and her breath caught in her throat.

Jinsoul hadn’t been messing with her. Yves was gorgeous. Her uniform skirt was shorter than Chuu’s own, and her soft brown hair fell gently across her shoulders as she stepped out, giving Yooa a smile that did things to Chuu’s stomach.

“I’m ready. Would someone start the music for me?”

Chuu couldn’t tear her eyes away, even if she wanted to. As Yves began to dance, she stood still, camera in hand and mouth open in awe. Then her hands brought up her camera, and her heart stopped as she looked at the angel through her lenses. She could hardly breathe, she was so taken aback. Time stood still for a moment, and her fingers moved on their own.

Click

“So, how was photographing the dance club?” Chuu didn’t bother to look up from her camera at Jinsoul, who’d just stepped back into the clubroom. She lay on the couch, eyes glued to the screen on her camera as she flipped through the photos she’d taken.

“It was fine.” The door closed and Jinsoul’s footsteps got closer until the other girl was leaning over the back of the couch, camera dangling from her neck.

“Sure it was. What did you think of Yves?” Immediately, Chuu felt her face flush. Half the photos she’d taken had just been of Yves, and yet she still felt like she hadn’t taken enough. “I was right, you’re smitten.” Jinsoul let out a laugh and Chuu tore her eyes away from the camera to glare at her.

“Oh, shut up. Did you have fun at the chess club?” Jinsoul rolled her eyes and looked down at her camera.

“It was super boring, but there was this one cutie that I made blush when I took a photo of her so it wasn’t so bad.” Chuu shook her head and looked back down at her camera, wondering which photos she should send to Haseul for publication. “But hey, you know, if you want to talk to Yves again I can totally set you guys up.” Again, Chuu felt her face get hot.

“What are you gonna say? ‘Hey, my photographer friend thinks you’re super pretty, please talk to her’? No thanks.” Another photo of Yves appeared, and she swallowed. How could one girl be so pretty? A goddess had happened to grace their gym room with her appearance. All of Yves’s features were so perfect, and every photo of her had turned out wonderful. Chuu had never photographed someone like that. “She’s so photogenic though,” she said softly. “I wonder what it would be like to photograph her outside the dance studio.”

“Hey, don’t we have to have our portfolios ready soon?” Chuu looked up at Jinsoul and raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?” Jinsoul grinned, a twinkle in her eye, and Chuu immediately knew she was planning something. “Whatever you’re thinking, no-.”

“Oh, come on! I can just tell Yves that you were inspired when you saw her dance and that you’d like her her to help you with your portfolio. She’s super nice, really, so she’d agree.” Chuu bit her lip and turned off her camera, sitting up.

“I don’t know....”

“It’s a chance to get to know her. When else are you gonna get this chance? Plus, you have to do the portfolio either way.” As much as Chuu hated to admit it, she had a point. Taking in a deep breath, she shrugged her shoulders and tried not to think too much.

“Fine. As long as Yves won’t find it weird or anything.” Jinsoul grinned widely, already pulling out her phone, and Chuu wondered if she was going to regret her decision.

“She won’t, trust me.” Chuu gave her friend a weird look as she stood up, brushing off her skirt.

“Last time you told me to trust you, I ended up in the river.”

“True. But you won’t regret it this time!” Jinsoul laughed and gave her and overly-enthusiastic thumbs-up, and Chuu looked down at the camera in her hands. Would she really be able to do this?

The sun was bright in the sky when Chuu stepped into the park near the school, looking down at her phone. Jinsoul had told her that Yves would be waiting for her here, since it had a small garden that Chuu had been wanting to photograph as well, but when Chuu looked around, she didn’t see any familiar faces. She wasn’t being stood up, was she?

“Chuu?” A slightly familiar voice rang out behind her, and she spun on her heel to come face-to-face with Yves. “I thought it was you! Sorry I’m a bit late, I had to get something to Yooa before I left.” The natural sunlight did wonders for Yves’s features, and Chuu could feel her cheeks heating up at the closeness of it all. Haseul had sent her off earlier and told her not to be a ‘disaster gay’ as Hyunjin laughed in the background, but that was going to be harder said than done.

“Um, it’s okay!” She swallowed and took a quick step back, gathering herself as she wrapped her fingers around her camera. “I just got here myself. Thank you so much for meeting me out here, I know it’s a weird request.” Yves laughed and swept a piece of her hair behind her shoulder, and Chuu felt as if she could faint right then and there. Her laugh was beautiful too.

“It’s not weird at all, I was flattered, honestly! When Jinsoul first told me that you were inspired by my dancing, I didn’t believe her. Especially since I’m still learning and-.”

“You’re really good!” Chuu hadn’t meant to blurt it out like she did, but it made Yves’s cheeks flush and her eyes widen, so she didn’t regret it. “I-I was really taken in by the way you danced, you seemed like a fairy, or- or a goddess or angel or something. Really, every photo I took of you turned out good.” Yves face flushed red and she laughed again, more shy this time as she brought up her hand to cover her mouth.

“Really? Wow, thank you.”

“Really. So, please. Would you be my model?” Slowly, she brought her hands down from her face, and there was a smile on her face. Had it not been weird, Chuu would have taken a photo then and there to capture the flush on her cheeks and the way the wind rustled through her hair and the sun brightened her smile. Had this park always been so pretty?

“I’d love to.”

“I can’t believe you actually got her number,” Hyunjin said the next day, leaning across Chuu’s desk. “I thought for sure you’d trip up.”

“Have a little faith in her,” Heejin said, poking her girlfriend in the side from her chair and making Hyunjin whine and kick at her. Chuu ignored them both, staring down at her phone instead. She’d gotten Yves’s number. Honestly, she could hardly believe it was happening herself. She’d taken a few photos of Yves there, but when she’d suggested that she’d like to try some other things, Yves had offered to trade phone numbers to make it easier. And now here she was, staring down at the cute emojis Yves had sent her that morning and trying not to scream with excitement.

When do you want to meet again? The text read, and Chuu licked her lips nervously, checking the clock. It was a Friday, and her project was due in a week.

I’d like to get some shots in a few different places. So if you’re free, maybe a bit this evening and then some tomorrow? She felt like she was asking a bit much, and her heart was thumping hard inside her chest.

I’m free as a bird! Just tell me what to wear and where to meet you! The end of the text was again marked with emojis and Chuu put her hand to her chest to try and calm her heart, smile spreading across her face.

After school today, the lake would be a good spot. Just wear your normal clothes. And then tomorrow, the gardens. Do you have a pretty but casual dress?

Ohhh, fancy! I feel like I’m being taken out on a date! I have one that I think will work.

A date. She had to keep herself from squealing out loud. Did Yves know what she was doing to her?

“Hey Chuu, you good?”

“She’s just being a useless gay, ignore her.”

“Shut up,” Chuu said, but she couldn’t make the smile on her lips go away, and both Hyunjin and Heejin burst into laughter. Shaking her head, Chuu tried her best to ignore them again and looked down at her phone.

I can’t wait, she typed, breath catching in her throat as she hit send. But the reply appeared almost immediately, and she was beaming again.

I can’t wait to see you either!

Photographing Yves would never get old. Chuu had never said that about anything or anyone before, but it was like she couldn’t get enough of Yves. Every photo turned out amazing, no matter the lighting or angle, and Chuu’s fingers itched to take more as soon as she lowered the camera.

Yves had looked good in the small park gardens in her uniform, and in front of the lake in her crop-top sweater and skinny jeans, but nothing had prepared Chuu for how she’d look in a dress up against an endless expanse of flowers.

“Is this good?” Yves asked, giving Chuu a little twirl in the dress with a smile, and god, like she hadn’t looked enough like a fairy to begin with. The dress ended at her knees and was a beautiful dark red, fabric flowing from the tie that accentuated Yves’s waist. Her hair was down, and it gave the outfit a free feeling that Chuu had been wanting.

“It’s perfect,” she said, trying her best not to sound breathless. “Did you read my mind or something?” Yves laughed and shook her head, skipping ahead of Chuu slightly as they walked further into the gardens.

“No, I just tried to remember the things Jinsoul has told me about photography. Then I remembered this one time, she was photographing Kim Lip near flowers and picked out a dress that was soft and one solid color so it wouldn’t clash with the colorful background.” Chuu raised her eyebrows, impressed that Yves would remember something so small.

“Wow, really?”

“Really! I wanted to make sure the photos came out well.”

“Any photo with you comes out well.” Chuu had a tendency to speak before she thought, but she didn’t regret it. Not when it colored Yves’s cheeks a cute pink.

“I doubt that,” she said, shaking her head, and it was Chuu’s turn to laugh.

“No, really. I haven’t gotten one bad photo of you. They’re all good.” Yves covered her mouth with her hand, and Chuu kind of wanted to snap a photo right then and there. She didn’t, of course, but the wind was blowing just slightly, enough to make Yves’s hair and dress move in the wind, and she looked so perfect without even trying. When she spoke again, her voice was softer than usual, and it did things to Chuu’s heart.

“Thank you.”

The area where Chuu wanted to shoot was in the middle of the gardens, where the prettiest flowers were, and where she could get wider shots. Slowly, she put her camera bag onto the floor and took the cap off her camera lens, looking around. The dark red roses were the obvious place to start.

“So, we’ll start with the roses,” she said, stepping back a bit to survey the scene. She might be nervous and awkward around Yves, but photography was something she took seriously. She was going to get the perfect shot. “First I just kind of want you to sit on that little bench there and lean back a bit into the roses. I want to try a few of you smiling looking at me, and then more of a sexy vibe maybe? I then we’ll take a few of you looking at the flowers.”

Yves followed directions well. Her body had a fluid movement to it that Chuu figured came with her passion for dance, like she knew every part of her and exactly how to move and pose to look best. From the moment Chuu brought the camera up, she was entranced. Yves’s smile was bright and sweet, but when her lips turned into more of a pout and she crossed her legs, leaning slightly backwards and resting one hand on the bench behind her, Chuu didn’t know which pose she liked best. Her stomach twisted, and her fingers worked their magic.

Click.

“Awesome. Those turned out great,” she said when she finally brought down her camera, looking down at the photos she’d just snapped. Of course, she’d do some editing to them too, but they were great just on their own. Yves stood to her feet, brushing her hands off, and Chuu looked around again. She still wanted to do more with the roses, but what?

“Hey, isn’t that a little path?” Yves pointed as she spoke, and Chuu followed her finger, standing on her tippy-toes to see what she was seeing. There was a small path and clearing going into the roses, where Chuu figured photographers had been before. It was perfect, especially to get the surrounded fairy feeling Chuu had wanted.

“That’s great! Wow, I need to photograph tall people more often, I didn’t even see that!” Yves laughed at Chuu’s exclamation as the younger girl grabbed her bag and began to make her way over.

“You’re not that short.”

“Shorter than you.”

“Point taken.”

The clearing was rather small, but it was big enough for Yves both to stand and kneel down in, and Chuu messed with her settings, trying to decide which she wanted to do first.

“Alright, so I’m gonna have you stand first,” she said, stepping back carefully, as to avoid getting poked. “First, just kind of look at me. We’ll do a few smiling, a few sexy.” From the moment Chuu brought up her camera, Yves was in character, smiling softly and tilting her head to the side. Before Chuu knew it, she was bending down to shoot from a lower position, ignoring the needles attacking her knees to quickly get a few more smile photos. “Okay, now sexy.” Yves’s lips parted, and Chuu wondered how many other people would fall in love if they saw the way she looked then, with the sun forming a halo around her head and the roses kissing her bare shoulders. “Reach for the camera.” Yves held out her hand, and Chuu held her breath, snapping a few more photos before she stood back to her feet. “Okay, lets try kneeling down.”

Yves surrounded by roses was a concept that Chuu was very proud of. There was a slight blush on her cheeks as she bent down that complimented the flowers, and Chuu was snapping photos again, unable to help herself. “Touch the roses, turn away from me, look at the sky.” Every pose was good, and soon enough Chuu was lying on her stomach, determined to get every photo of this moment as she could.

“You’re going to get stuck by thorns,” Yves said, glancing at the floor under Chuu, and from behind the camera, Chuu grinned.

“I’ve already gotten a few to the knees. It’s fine. These are going to turn out great.” Yves smiled, and Chuu snapped a photo. It was a different smile than usual, and it seemed almost... fond.

“You’ll really do anything for a good photo, won’t you?” Finally, Chuu brought down her camera, nodding her head.

“I’d feel guilty if I didn’t.” As she got up, she dusted off her pants and picked a thorn out of her shirt, and Yves eyes traveled to the new scrapes on her arms, but she didn’t say anything. “Ready to move on?”

“Ready when you are.”

The next location was the cherry rose sunflowers that Chuu loved so much. They were in full bloom, and the petals matched the color of Yves’s dress with a beautiful pale yellow that gave off the fairy vibe Chuu had been searching for.

“I didn’t even know these existed,” Yves said, eyes wide as she touched the petals in awe. “They’re so pretty.”

“They’re my favorites, honestly,” Chuu said, smiling softly down at the flowers. “I used to practice photography by coming here and taking photos of them.”

“That’s adorable,” Yves said, and Chuu could feel her face heating up as she waved her hand not holding the camera.

“Not really, I was just taking photos.” Yves laughed and sat down on the edge of the garden on the short barrier.

“I think it’s cute. It’s a nice story.” Still flushed and not knowing how to respond, Chuu brought up her camera again.

“Um, should we get started?”

The cherry rose sunflowers were just as perfect as the roses, and Chuu found herself lost in taking photos again. From Yves in front of them, standing and sitting, to Yves standing further in looking as if she was lost in a field of flowers. Soon enough, Chuu had just as many photos as she’d gotten in the rose garden. Calling out for Yves to come back towards her, she brought down her camera to look at the photos.

It was then that her eye caught something on the garden floor. A fallen cherry rose sunflower, still perfectly intact. Quickly, she bent to pick it up and examine it.

“One fell off?”

“Flowers fall off all the time because of animals and the wind and stuff. This one is almost perfect though.” Chuu held it up, looking between it and Yves, and then an idea hit her. “Hey, let’s see how this looks.” Normally, she wouldn’t have the confidence to move so close. But she was thinking about the photo, so she stepped forward and tucked Yves’s hair behind her ear without thinking, tucking the flower in with it. Again, Yves’s cheeks colored pink, her mouth slightly open with surprise, and Chuu quickly brought up her camera.

Click.

“I wasn’t ready, that probably came out so bad,” Yves said, but Chuu knew that it had come out perfect.

“Just look at the camera,” she said softly, and Yves obeyed. The sun was a bit lower in the sky now, and the flowers as Yves’s side cast fun shadows across her face. The wind playfully caught her hair again, and the sunlight caught a glitter in her eye that brought out the rich brown that Chuu so often found herself falling into. Without even seeing the photos, Chuu knew that they were going to be her favorites.

“You really know what you’re doing,” Yves said when Chuu brought down the camera, reaching up to gently touch the flower in her hair, and Chuu smiled.

“It was just too perfect. I think those are going to be my favorites.”

“Really?”

“Really. Thank you.” The flush was still there on her cheeks, and it seemed to get darker when Chuu reached up to fix the flower from where the wind had blown it.

“It was fun,” Yves said, eyes glancing away, and Chuu realized what she’d done.

“Sorry for randomly putting a flower in your hair-.”

“No! It’s okay, I like it.” She touched it gently again and smiled. “I think I’ll keep it there.” It was Chuu’s turn to blush again, and she quickly distracted herself by putting the cap back on her camera.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to shoot in the garden. So you’re free to go if you want.” Yves was silent as Chuu packed back up her bag, but when she straightened again, Yves smiled at her.

“I have a better idea. Want to go grab something to eat?” Chuu’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Really. Unless you don’t want to?”

“I want to!” Chuu felt her face getting hot again, but she didn’t really care. Not when Yves was giving her that happy smile.

“Then let’s go!”

Monday found Chuu sitting in the club room on her laptop, scrolling through the photos she’d taken. Just as she’d thought, her favorite photo was the one she’d snapped near the end, the close up shot with the flower in Yves’s hair, but all of them were good. She was having a hard time narrowing them down for the project, especially when most of them were good even without editing.

“Woah. You weren’t kidding about how many photos you took.” Haseul spoke from behind her, eyes wide as she looked at Chuu’s laptop screen. Jinsoul snorted from behind her own laptop, and some of the other students came to gather around, curious.

“Yeah. I honestly wanted to take more too. She’s incredible to photograph.”

“She’s so pretty, holy shit,” said Chaeyoung, one of the upperclassmen in the club, as she bent over. “How did you manage to get such a pretty model?”

“She’s in the dance club,” Jinsoul offered, “and my friend.”

“Jinsoul has so many pretty friends, it’s not fair,” said Yuqi, another club member, leaning over Chaeyoung’s shoulder. Chuu switched the photo again, back to her favorite, and the students around her gasped, almost in unison.

“How did you not fall in love,” Haseul asked, clutching the newspaper club papers closer to her body, and Chaeyoung put her hand to her chest. “I would have melted right then and there.” Chuu laughed suddenly, cheeks flushing again.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not in love.” Her statement made the rest of the group laugh, and Jinsoul closed her laptop, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Jinsoul, set me up with a hot friend too!”

“You’ve been holding out on us, introduce us to the dance team!” Their attention turned quickly to Jinsoul, who obviously liked it, grinning smugly. Haseul laughed and shook her head, seeming to remember why she’d come in the first place as she looked down at the papers in her hands. Smiling, Chuu went back to looking at her laptop, cursor toggling between photos as she listened to her friends bombard Jinsoul with questions.

It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door that they quieted down. Usually people from other clubs just walked in if they needed something, so everyone turned to look at each other, confused. No one else made a move to answer the door, so Chuu put down her laptop and got up, walking over to the door.

When she opened it, she was glad that she’d been the one to get up. Yves stood on the other side, a small bouquet of cherry rose sunflowers in her hands and a red color to her cheeks that matched her lips.

“Yves?” Was she dreaming? Was this real life?

“Hey. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” Chuu shook her head so quickly it made her dizzy. Everyone behind her was staring, she could feel it, but she also couldn’t move to step outside with Yves, feet rooted to the floor in shock.

“No! We were just sitting around.” Yves gave her a small smile and held out the bouquet.

“Good. These are for you.” Eyes wide, Chuu gently took the bouquet and looked down, wondering if she should pinch herself.

“Thank you, but why?” This was the first time Chuu had ever seen Yves look flustered. She was always so confident when she stepped out to dance, and when she smiled at the camera. So seeing her lick her lips and watching her eyes dance from Chuu’s face to the door made the butterflies in Chuu’s stomach kick up.

“Um. I wanted to know if you wanted to get dinner with me tonight.” Chuu clutched the flowers tight against her and stared at Yves with her mouth open, feeling her face heat up.

“I- I’d love to!”

“As a date,” Yves clarified, looking Chuu in the eyes, and Chuu wondered if it was possible for humans to melt because her legs felt wobbly under Yves’s gaze. “Is that okay?”

“That’s more than okay,” she said, breathless, and Yves smiled again, letting out a relieved laugh and bringing a hand up to her mouth.

“Oh, thank god. I don’t know what I would have done had you said no.”

“How could I say no?” Chuu felt giddy, and she knew Yves felt the same way from the grin on her face, and for a moment, they were both silent, staring into each other’s eyes. And then Jinsoul whooped and tackled both of them in a hug.

“You guys are so cute, what the heck! Congratulations!” The rest of the club erupted then, and Yves whined, pushing Jinsoul’s face away from her own.

“Jinsoul! Come on!”

“Awe, don’t be shy!”

“I’m not being shy, please stop being embarrassing.” The giddy feeling in Chuu’s stomach burst through, and she giggled, clutching the flowers closer. The room felt so warm, and she was so happy, she couldn’t even get mad at Jinsoul for ruining the moment.

Especially not when Yves’s eyes settled on hers and she reached over to grab Chuu’s hand, quickly tugging her from the room with a smile on her lips.

“Follow me?”

“Anywhere.”

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questions 1-98 ( go big or go home ;) )

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1. Unfortunately, I am 5′1, pros to anybody who wants a nugget for a gf or friend

2. Body type? uh I suppose slim and slender with an hourglass shape

3. Favorite part of my body would have to be...erh...uh...my eyes? I love the shape of them just wish I had blue or green eyes :(

4. HAH my hair color now is NOT my natural hair color loll I have naturally crazy dark brown hair where it’s almost black but I love blonde in the summer so catch me in the fall for my dark roots ;D

5. Um I’d say it depends where I am and who I’m with as to whether I’ll be shy or outgoing, typically I’m shy until I feel comfortable enough to be myself, or unless someone gets enough drinks in me hahah

6. Uh I’d say I’m probs more on the femme side, like I luvvv getting dressed up and looking super pretty if I’m not sitting on my ass being lazy af.

7. Super duper smol bean

8. Hands down I’d be a wine mom

9. Hmmph weird habit? Uh I’ll mouth whatever someone is saying as they are talking, even sometimes before they say the next word and I don’t even know I’m doing it. I catch myself doing this watching shows or movies and I hateeee it. “How do you know what I’m saying??” is the usual response *rolls eyes*

10. OOOHHH my fav meme would have to be the one with the baby orangutang and her crazy hair bc she’s a hot mess and I’m a hot mess ._.

11. who doesn’t sing in the shower???? the acoustics man, i’ll give my SO a full-blown concert w/ an encore. will it sound good tho?? who knows

12. um I’d love to go full Merida and learn how to use a bow and arrow tbh

13. I was never a theatre kid :( I wanted to be in HS

14. I’ve never seen a broadway musical but def something on my bucketlist

15. Musicals are kinda cheesy but that’s what I love about them

16. I’ve never been a part of a protest or march, but will def be in the future when given the chance

17. My fav Cards Against Humanity Card would probs be “What is Batman’s guilty pleasure?” love having a good giggle at the responses

18. The last movie I watched...that I can think of was Final Destination 2 and was reminded why I can be paranoid af about some stuff LOL

19. Uhh preferably not behind or infront of the camera, not photogenic and my hands aren’t steady enough to take decent photos BUT I’d love to do photography if I had any skill in it

20. If you know me, like come on, F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

21. just listen to Snowblinded by Kill Hannah nuff said

22. Uhh I joined tumblr back in 2011 my freshman year of HS bc I wanted to release my teenage angst, and then I left after a few years and came back this year:) Luckily my OG url was still available

23. Um you know

24. Most people love chocolate and I hate it loll Fight me pls ;P

25. Narcotics? Nope sowwe

26. HAH expose me much?? hahah Def not a virgin lemme say that ^-^

27. Um my neighbors little brother caught her and I kissing underneath her sheets when I was a super duper smol bean, technically wasn’t bad but we couldn’t do it anymore:/

28. Oof idk what the funniest lie is that I told... omg

29. Hmm... expression through words...take a guess what that passion is

30. My best friend is one the most supportive and loving people I’ve ever met and I love her to death

31. Um lemme keep my secrets ;)

32. I’m super tired but also feeling really motivated so it’s kinda conflicting but oh well das my life

33. My biggest fear is probably ending up alone (amongst a few others)

34. I Like Me Better by Lauv

35. The best decision I’ve made in life thus far was deciding that I’m going to start love being myself regardless of societal expectations and internalizing everything because of the fear of others judgements etc. This is my life and I plan on living it up the best way possible.

36. Um who hasn’t? Failure always leads you one step closer to success

37. I fantasize about finding someone whose soul fits perfectly w/ mine

38. I cried the other night but happy tears bc I no longer have to hide who I am

39. A meme I was sent in a group chat

40. Mm...maybe..my lips are sealed

41. A few of my closest friends

42. Uh every single day at the end of my last relationship

43. I’ve started to realize who my true friends are, and people’s true intentions

44. Submissive AF, but a lil control here and there isn’t bad

45. I’ll only date you if you’re okay w/ eating lots of pasta and long jam sesh’s

46. Preferably someone my age or a little bit older, but if I click with someone a year or two younger than me then whatevs :)

47. um I’d describe my crush but it’d be a dead giveaway LOL

48. any kinks? oh sweetie.. I’m not as innocent as this halo may make me appear ;P

49. First thing I notice in someone, physically would be their eyes, personality-wise would be their sense of humor.

50. Best way to win my heart is to bond over music

51. Uhh wow like allll the time LOL

52. Once again, like alllll the fucking time *rolls eyes*

53. Oh I plead the fifth on this one

54. Trust is a big thing for me, but I usually know right off the bat now if I can trust somebody or not

55. Um no bc anybody I like lives miles and miles away >_>

56. Confidence is hot, not cute, hot. Make me swoon.

57. My heart would probs ache

58. If you can’t make me laugh we won’t even be close to dating loll

59. Uh no and I’m sure they will never have a clue bc I’m shy af about my feelings

60. ...too many storytimes there

61. Hopefully one day I marry the love of my life

62. Pleading the fifth bc I’m stuck between a couple

63. Turn ons: Whisper in my ear, light touches, and cute messages (keeping things on the cleaner side (; )

64. Hate is a strong word, so Trump

65. Babygirl melts my heart but so does sweetheart and princess

66. Charlies Angels hands down...

67. Oof... intimidating in a sexy and intriguing way? Hell yes, but I love a kind soul

68. Somebody who truly loves me for me and is always up for adventure, and has an impeccable taste in music.

69. I tend to like whoever I like :P

70. HAH good one

71. The first person I came out to was my sister, a few years ago, and it went alright I guess until we had a heated argument and yeah...but I came out to her again recently and it’s helped us grow closer together.

72. I have a quite a few friend who are and luvvv them all

73. um....ya

74. Oof...I honestly can’t remember

75. Maybe later, this is already wayyyy too long.

76. I used to but I’d say it takes a lot more for me to fall IN love

77. Yeah so let’s not talk about it :3

78. Good at hiding my feelings? Uhhhhhh

79. Forgiving? I’ll forgive but I never forget who has hurt me.

80. Uh...I have quite a few, want the whole list? LOL

81. Whichever one would comfort both of us in the moment

82. I like a girl that’s taller, even if it’s just by a little bit. Honestly it doesn’t take much with how smol I am :[

83. Um can I have both? Hugs and kisses pls k thx

84. Be twirled :3

85. Um both mmmff

86. I love forehead kisses, but if you wanna make me melt into a puddle neck kisses are the way to go.

87. I’d do either or, kinda hard for me to choose which one more.

88. Depends on my mood, love me some soft kisses but bet your ass I’m always down to makeout

89. If I’m feeling the need to be cute hug around the neck, if I’m being a lil more touchy then hugs around the waist

90. I used to contemplate my sexuality constantly because of growing up in a religious family and internalizing everything, but without a doubt I’m 100% confident in my sexuality. This is me, take it or leave it baby ;)

91. Uh I blush and get a massive load of butterflies, feeling like I’m on cloud nine etc. I’ve liked people and just felt comfortable and never had butterflies and such but FUCK do I love feeling giddy and happy all over from just the mere thought of them.

92. Yes, typically that’s how it starts out with me and it ends in either of two ways, mutual or I embarass tf outta myself

93. I had my first kiss with a girl when I was 7, and man did I never want to stop. But, I knew for certain that I really liked girls when I was in sixth grade and wanted to watch any and everything that contained wlw content, hoping and wishing to have that one day.

94. Be myself? LOL

95. Ohmygosh... favorite lesbian ship... Laura/Carmilla, Alice/Robin (OUAT), Yorkie/Kelly (San Junipero)...these are only a few of a long list

96. The most aggravating thing that’s personally been said to me about my sexuality would be between being told this is all temptation and comparing it to acts of disgusting scum of human beings(pedos and adulterers), and also being told it’s only a phase... I can’t roll my eyes hard enough

97. Um like probably a few minutes ago :3

98. Love is being completely comfortable in being who you are around someone, and loving the good and bad parts of each other.

If anyone actually reads up until this point I just gotta say...I’m sorry LOL

and you’re a trooper

#asks #i wanna go to sleep now #yastillkillinmehollis

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whimsicalwhimsicott · 6 years

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This one is for @ax700! The prompt was Chloe x Kara!

There was a lapse in time when Kara believed Canada only cared about America's news. She and Alice had arrived on the shore and made their way into the nearby city. Televisions in each restaurant were tuned into the revolution currently happening in the United States. In Detroit. Kara stopped outside one restaurant. There was no android ban on the door, but she was still hesitant to go inside. There, in the snow with a hesitant hand outstretched, is where she met Chloe. Perfect, pristine, another android. She still had her LED in. The snow blanketed around her as though she had been outside for a while, but even so…she looked like an angel.

Kara approached her quietly, Alice gripping her hand tightly. She recognized the model from interviews Todd watched on the television. However, she didn’t know if it was the same girl. “Enjoying the night?” Kara asked.

And Chloe looked up at her, recognition crossing her face, before she gave a gentle smile.

It had been four years since Kara brought Chloe to the address Rose gave her. She came home one day, groceries in both hands, and found Chloe and Alice sitting at the table with Rose and Adam. “What’s going on?” She asked, setting the bags on the counter and going to join them. Chloe reached over and gripped her arm, a comforting gesture. She closed her eyes as Chloe spoke to her.

“Rose found us a place to live, an apartment by the river. And…”

“You’re Canadian citizens now!” Rose clapped her hands together enthusiastically. Kara jumped at the sudden noise, and Alice giggled. “The paperwork came in while you were at the store,” she said, letting Kara examine them quietly. Even though it didn’t feel like long, Kara knew it had been a long time. She had been so worried that they would be treated similarly as they had in Detroit. “Now, of course, there’s a few more steps you have to take but for the most part you are considered citizens. I also updated your passports to real ones,” Rose winked, “Just in case you ever want to come visit me and Adam.”

“Wait…Rose you’ll be here to help us move in, right?” Kara asked.

“Of course. And so will Adam.”

And Kara smiled.

Chloe loved when Kara smiled. She tried to count down the minutes when she would see it again, even as they busied themselves moving furniture into the three bedroom apartment. A bed for Alice’s room, a bed for Kara and her room, and office furniture for the last bedroom. Most androids had gotten upgraded to include a few humanlike qualities, such as the ability to taste and eat. Chloe, Kara, and Alice all agreed to the procedure. Although, it wasn’t really eating so much as it was processing food that was stored as extra energy in the event that they were…’indisposed’ as Connor, the android that had once hunted Kara, had explained to them over a video call. He had also called to apologize to little Alice and Kara. There was a loud crash at the entrance of the apartment, and she ran to see what it was. Kara was swiftly trying to hide that she had broken photograph frame that had fallen from the top of a pile of cooking supplies they were moving in next.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked, noting how Kara’s long hair – a recommendation that Chloe had given her and she took – fell over her shoulder, hiding just a bit of her face. Chloe recognized how photogenic she was. Far more beautiful than herself. She stepped over a few boxes to help Kara pick up the glass. “We will get it fixed, don’t cry,” she whispered, kissing away tears that fell from Kara’s eyes. Kara looked at her. Chloe was engrossed by her smile. Perfect.

“I wasn’t meaning to cry, look, it’s the picture Rose took of us when we first got here.” Kara gently pulled the photo away from sharp glass. On it was Kara and Chloe in each other’s arms, Alice between their legs. Alice was smiling, but Chloe and Kara's smiles were more…cautious. They had been through a lot. Chloe remembered her time with Kamski when she looked at the photo. The days she left behind, ran away from, because she couldn’t stand being there working for him anymore. She remembered his voice behind her as she left. She’d come back. It didn’t feel like a statement…more like a warning.

“Chloe?” Kara was worried, she was gripping the photo a bit too hard. Chloe let go of it and took the rest of the glass from Kara. “You’re scared…why?” she kept her voice low.

“I just thought of how horrible it was being Kamski's for so long. Kara…could you do me a favor?”

“Anything.” Kara's instant response was heartening, and gave Chloe more confidence in what she was about to ask.

“My LED…would you remove it for me? I can’t bring myself to do it…but I want it gone. The last connection to my life before…before you.” Chloe twiddled her thumbs together, eyes downcast. “I’ve changed so much since I really got to know you, and I want to make new memories with you instead of holding onto my old ones.”

Kara considered her for a moment, knowing had far her lover had come in the years, even managing to get a job and provide extra money for themselves and overcoming her fears of creepy Kamski returning to haunt her. “I would love to, come on,” she said, taking Chloe’s free hand in hers and leading her to the bathroom. She sat Chloe down on the edge of the bathtub, pulling her hair away from her face and her LED before grabbing a pair of scissors.

“I wish I had more time removing my own instead of removing it out of fear and in a rush…” Kara mused as she sat at Chloe’s side. “I wished someone was there with me, helping me feel safe.”

“You had Alice,” Chloe said.

“I think I wanted Alice to stay innocent. I didn’t want her to see me desperate just because I was scared…”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here with me, Kara. I don’t think I could ever do this without you. And I’m still scared, even now.”

“I promise it won’t hurt too badly.”

“Good…but that’s not what I’m scared of. I don’t want to…forget what I am, or what I was. I just don’t want that part of my life…in it any more.”

“You wont. I promise I won’t ever let you forget who you are, Chloe. You’ll always have me, you’ll always have Alice…”

Kara laid her hand over Chloe, making a connection with her. They relaxed for a minute, sharing their memories, the good ones. Chloe found that she only had good memories with Kara, but Kara had many with Alice…

But it came back to rest on Chloe, in the end. On their family.

“Are you ready?” Kara's gentle voice filled the bathroom.

Chloe nodded.

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cosyfoto21 · 3 years

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There is no doubt that any parents want to record their children's everyday lovely moments. However, shooting for little angels by your own has never been simple. The below article will share some useful photography tips for kids that help you to take great daily pictures without having to go to the studio.

- Make a thorough preparation

- Keep your child full of beans

- Be flexible in the way you take picture

- Camera settings tips for capturing moments quickly

- Use a simple background

- Make sure of a proper lighting condition.

- Focus on their eyes

- Don’t put the camera down

- Be patient

- Epilogue

Make a thorough preparation

Preparation is always one of the most crucial steps deciding whether a photo session is successful or not, especially when it comes to children. In your plan for a photo session, have an in-depth discussion with your babies in advance. Ask them if there were any particular activities that they are interested in, or where they want to come. You should base on those preferences to make a suitable decision on the time, location and concept of the photo session. Moreover, you’d better have some photographic prop ready so that the children won’t be bored and fuzzy.

Your baby loves animals, for instance, then take them to the zoo, allow them to play with domestic pets or at least prepare stuffed animals during the photo session. The important thing is to make the kids feel comfortable as much as possible and regard it as a recreational activity, not a compulsory miss.

If your kids don’t have a specific favor, consider leisure playgrounds where there are features that perhaps every child feels excited in like Ferris wheels, slides or swings… Colorful flower fields, green parks or streets with trees on either side are ideal backgrounds for inspirational shots as well. Additionally, your own house is also not a bad choice to capture daily lovely moments to make memories of your babies.

A careful preparation not only makes the kids well focused and comfortable in front of the camera, but we can also be creative to come up with more unique ideas, making the photography for babies will be much easier.

Keep your child full of beans

The worst thing to see during your baby photoshoot is boredom. That means there will be no great shots and the session will have to end soon. Remember that children always love to play and are afraid of being constrained and forced. Therefore, find ways to prepare funny activities for your child. If you observe that your baby's energy drops, use the fun props you brought along. You can offer small games or challenges such as who poses faster or who has a brighter smile. Every child is doubly energetic for such challenges, so why don’t we take advantage of this to shoot the most adorable pictures? This is one of the best photography tips for kids to achieve more natural and stunning images.

In addition, you can also teach them a few simple tips of shooting to let them see the world through their own eyes. Then show the whole album and allow them to decide which ones will be edited afterwards according to their preference.

Be flexible in the way you take picture

The next of the list photography tips for kids is vary your photography shots. Taking photos from above may create odd angles or disarrange composition balance. Instead of this, why don’t you crouch down to their height and be parallel to them. This makes the kids more approachable. The photos, therefore, become more direct and effective.

To get natural pictures, be sneaky so that the child won't find being taken. Observe their cute activities and capture a moment when she is completely engaged in.

Don't just focus on the face. In usual, the most valuable photos are completely out of focus on a child's face. Forget about the portrait photography you've been trained. Children are running on the beach? Try shooting from the back to show how beautiful a natural landscape is with a windy sky and immense beach. If your child is playing in the sand, focus on her cute little hands. Be creative and emphasize on anything attractive, your photos will be authentic and have their own signature.

Camera settings tips for capturing moments quickly

Most children are very active and will not sit still for too long, especially those under 5 years old. As a result, they love moving or doing anything more. Try taking pictures of your baby laughing, running, jumping ... to capture the best moments, truly and fully reflect the child's personality. Furthermore, they will also be happy to choose ones among a variety of photo styles.

Nevertheless, this means you need to be ready to shoot very quickly. You won't have enough time to focus on individual shots. One tip is setting the burst mode so that you can capture the whole series of vivid moments. At the same time, turn on autofocus to ensure quality.

Another advice from the most common photography tips for kids list is setting your camera to the fastest shutter speed level and use a high ISO for capturing fast-moving images. This really works for catching photographs of children in action.

This setting, besides, is a convenient and effective way for beginners to get good shots. More information here.

Use a simple background

If you are unsure of your arrangement, a simple background is the best choice. Eliminate the external cumbersome elements, so that the viewers only focus on your baby. The good shooting angle in this case is shooting straight from top down or shooting diagonally 30-45% from the subject.

A background is as simple as a brick wall, or in a park will help to avoid distracting elements in the photo. It will also make the kids feel like this isn't a kind of serious photo session. And then they will be more comfortably expressing styles.

If possible, try a plain background, which means a background with only one neutral color and no other patterns in the back areas. This type is more and more preferable because of its convenience, variation of concepts but still being highly aesthetic.

Make sure of a proper lighting condition.

We all know that lighting is not only one of the best photography tips for kids, but for every shot in every situation as well. Despite that, there are many common mistakes that parents usually make. Specifically, they tend to take pictures of their baby in a dark room and rely too much on the flash, or shoot in a place with strong shine in direct sunlight.

So why are these routines regarded as mistakes? Let me explain. Overuse of flash or bright sunlight will distract or blur, negatively affecting the color of the baby's skin. Furthermore, too bright conditions will cause too large shadows on the baby's face. These mistakes unexpectedly ruin your works and make the whole photoshoot down the drain.

Here are some pieces of advice: First and foremost, make sure of the most natural light when taking pictures for your baby. In the case of shooting indoors, choose a room with plenty of natural light, then try to pull the curtains as much as possible to let more natural light into the room. In contrast, during the outdoor photoshoot, if the sunlight is too strong, soothe by a thin fabric curtain or move into the shade. However, remember to be careful to avoid big shadows on baby's faces when taking pictures.

The light modified properly helps your baby become more photogenic and cheerful.

Focus on their eyes

The eyes are the windows of the soul. Bright naive eyes always attract attention and easily get viewer’s sympathy. Make a difference by focusing on the eye in order to express a part of the soul and personality of the subject in the photo. Direct the camera lens and focusing on your angel's eyes, grab her attention so that those bright eyes are gazing at the lens. Differently, you can shoot sideways and zoom closer to their eyes.

Don’t put the camera down

Remember to keep your camera on for capturing every moment. Keep watching, keep shooting and keep the creativity flowing as each moment is a great opportunity for a perfect photo.

Be patient

Give babies time to familiarize themselves with photoshoot so that they can comfortably perform in front of the camera. In addition, you should expect a longer time than usual, because not all babies quickly get used to the background and a few strangers around.

Epilogue

Apply immediately 9 photography tips for kids above to create memorable and meaningful photos for your child. Try in the next kid photo session and you will see a difference.

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spacyparker · 7 years

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Photogenic

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Request : “Hi! Can you do 164 for Peter? thank you xx“ @chrislaufeyson

» “I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?”

Characters : Peter Parker x reader

Word count : 1.9k

A/N : This isn’t that much long but it’s the longer imagine I’ve done yet lmao. I hope you like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it under anon or even in private, I’d be happy to taaalk ! Don’t forget my requests are open, so... GO FOR IT BABES

“Oh please, May ! It'd be the best present ever ! I'm a big guy now.”

Peter had been begging May for 2 weeks now, and the aunt was still reflecting either or not it was a good idea. For his 16th birthday, his nephew wanted his girlfriend to sleep with him, but May thought he was too young for that, she didn't want to be a grand-mother right now, she was even quite young when she had to become Peter's mother. All was going too fast, and she wished Ben was still there to say no. Ben would have said no. They both knew it, that's why Pete would have asked May if his uncle was still alive. But she had to say no by herself now, take all the responsabilites.

“Stop harrassing me, I can take you to some restaurants or cinema, but you're too young to sleep with a girl.”

Peter crossed his arms on his chest and sighed. He hated when May treated him like a child, and she recurrently did. “C'mon, many boys sleep with their girlfriends at my age. I won't do sh- stupid things. May, you know the feeling. You know what it's like, wanting to wake up to the love of your life.”

It was May's turn to sigh. Obviously, she knew, it was a feeling she was used to, a feeling she would never get rid of. Someone was missing in her bed just like someone was missing in Peter's. If one human on Earth knew that you needed to enjoy someone's presence before it was too late, it was her.

“Door open, and if I hear something weird you a dead man, Peter Benjamin Parker.”

He instantly jumped, doing some dance of joy. His heart was beating faster as he ever did. This was it, it was happiness, true happiness. This news had him reaching the nirvana, this estate of maximal pleasure, the plenitude. He kissed his aunt's cheek, thanking her a good million times. You soon was informed and you both fangirled. Your first night together. This was a brand new step, but everything with Peter seemed natural anyways. You could do everything.

“I'm taking your present ! And a toothbrush of course, I can't wait to sleep in your arms oh my god. I'm taking movies, can I borrow you a new shirt to sleep ? What should I take beside all of this.” Peter could tell over the phone how happy and stressed you were, you barely allowed yourself to breathe while talking. “Happy birthday, love.”

He smiled, the sound of your voice was a music to him, a melody he could never get bored of. “Come here quick to tell me in person.”

“Peter !” May called him back to have a quick chat with him. There was no way he could sleep with you before she'd have gave him the talk. He soon hung up, excited as never.

Peter smiled as soon as he woke up, you were still in his arms, your head on his chest, sleeping like an angel. His heart started beating fast again. He had thought right, this was the best morning of his life, this was the way he wanted to wake up everyday, with his love right next to him, stuck to his body like the world out there was spinning and the only thing letting her be safe was his touch. He was his remedy to any problem. Both your bodies were hot, the night had been so soft.

Peter kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him which woke you up. There was no way you'd feel happier any day, you put your head on his neck and kissed his perfect jawline. “Hello pretty boy.” You whispered in a rough matinal voice before kissing his jawline again. “I've never slept that good in my entire life before.”

“Me neither.” He whispered at his turn, and his rugged voice had you shook. You've never heard him talking with such a deep tone and it was exciting to discover new things about your dedicated one.

Minutes passed by without doing nothing, just hugging and kissing. You wanted to spend the entire day there, in this bed, wrapped around Peter's warm arms. But May would have never let you, plus it seemed like the super-hero had a project for the day.

It was super late when you got up, 2pm actually. Peter tried to make you a breakfast as a lunch, but his pancakes were terrible and he had burnt the bacon. His secret talent was surely not cooking. You ended eating ice cream before he went take a shower. You came back in his room, watching the wall where he put some pictures. One particularly kept your attention. This picture was one Peter had taken of you two during your first date. It was all awkward and sweet, and you were glad he had taken pictures of it.

“Is it weird if I take photos ? I know it's the first time we... we... This is a date, right ?” Peter had is cheeks all red from asking this, and you found it super cute. You liked him since you started talking, he was the kindest boy you've ever met, way different than all of the others. The day you met was the day your ex dumped you because you didn't want to have sex with him, but what the fuck you was having sex at 15 anyways ? So not you. Peter found you crying in the school's hallways and tried to cheer you up, then he asked you everyday how you were feeling, and soon you became friends. But there always were that extra something, this little sprinkle in your eyes telling you he was a man who would change your life. And he really did change you, he made you a better person, he built you.

This first date had been really different than what you already had experienced with other boys. You knew you loved him, you knew he wasn't some jerk trying to use you. “Of course this is a date.” You held his hand with a big smile on your face. “And take photos, I want to have souvenirs of this evening !”

It wasn't some fancy going out in a restaurant or cinema, it was just a chill walk, all was about talking and being happy to be together, it was all fluff and natural, it was just all love. Peter took as many photos of you as he could, not afraid anymore to look like some kind of a creep. “I love taking photos, and you're so beautiful, you... The camera loves you.”

A little smirk took place on your face as you turned to him. “Only the camera, not you ?” He instantly blushed, panicking. Was it a bad thing, were you making fun of him ? His hands started shaking and he shook his head, his mouth wide open just as his eyes. “You don't need to respond.” You laughed. “I was kidding, this is too soon for all of this.” But deep inside, Peter knew he loved you.

“I shake it oooooff, I shake it oooooff !” Peter's singing got you out of your memories and you gigled listening to this song. He might be... Really excited for today. “Haters gonna haaate, haaate, haaate !” Well, this was for sure the best shower he had taken in while.

He came back right after his song, his hair damp and curlier than you'd ever seen before. He was so handsome, you were so screwed.

“Look, this is the camera I told you about ! The one May offered me yesterday ! She did such a great job, I missed photography.” He said as he was taking his new camera out of his backpack. You soon took his treasure in your hands with a look of admiration. It was a vintage Leica, and you wished you knew more about photography to understand how awesome it was for Peter to have it. “It has a lil defect on its lens but you know how I love things when they have something unique.” You nodded, and gave the camera back to him. “Okay, now that I can take pictures again, go against this tree and be my model.”

Your nose creased. Be his model ? What ? “No, no Pete there's nooooo way. I'm not.. I'm so ugly today, I hadn't brought my makeup to your place, my skin is awfully oily.” You soon pouted, Peter's eyes wide open.

“You kidding, right ?!” He literally seemed attacked. “You the most beautiful girl I'll ever get to see, Y/N ! I just want memories, you're a real muse for me. Please, as a birthday gift, love !”

“I love you, thank you, but it's still a no.”

Peter rolled his eyes, he for sure needed you to be okay with his idea of taking pictures of you, because it made a long time since the last time he did. “I'll buy you japanese food.”

And suddenly you chaned your mind, you looked excited and even jumped a little when you heard 'japanese food'. “Ok, well, Why are we still here ?! C'mon Parker, let's take photos !” He laughed, fuck he knew you so well, he was sure japanese food was a good compromise. It always had been. Photoshoot session started right away. “You know, I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?”

Peter rolled his eyes, happy Taylor Swift's songs was his guilty pleasure and no one was supposed to know. He blushed a little. “Don't be a jerk honey, be beautiful and pose for me, that's all I'm asking !”

“This is some kind of song you should be singing to Flash.” You giggled. And Peter blushed even more. He always had that thought that Flash was better than him, he was popular even if he was an asshole. You saw Peter getting lost in his thoughts and grimaced. “Babe, focuse on me !” His eyes immediately met yours and he couldn't help but laugh. You were ugly, but in a beautiful way, weird. I guess it was just love. He took a picture, and you frowned. “I don't want this on facebook or I'll kill you !”

“Love, you know I don't have a facebook.” He creased his eyes. You harrassed him to do one, but he never understood the utility. He had no friends. “I'll download them in my phone, so I can show people how pretty my girlfriend is !”

“I'm not, Peter !” You shouted, leaving the tree to get back to him.

“You're not my girlfriend ?!”

“I'm not pretty you idiot !” You hit his shoulder.

“People don't believe me when I say I have a girlfriend.” He shrugged while a sad smile took place on his face.

You pouted, a little embarrassed. Yeah, Peter wasn't popular and all, people thought he was a fucking loser, but they were missing it. “We don't need people, Peter Parker.”

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clove-teasdale · 7 years

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the ticket out

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A/N: practice challenge numero one guys. barely edited really cause t i m e. hope you enjoy it though! I’m trying present tense and a voice I’m not used to, so sorry if this sucks lol. there are some jumps in time in this just so you know

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So, you all know those power walks TV shows always have with amazing background music that makes the main characters look as cool as possible, right?

You probably also know those don’t happen in real life. Sadly, we don’t have music to create perfect atmospheres every time our lives decide to have a scene and be dramatic—also there’s the fact normal people shouldn’t look that good while walking—but in my head I still do them.

Music blaring in my ears as I walk with my backpack slung over my shoulder in the school’s hallways. It does help that people tend to recognize me when they see me, even when I don’t want them to. It can’t be as nice without the beat my headphones add, however.

Pity...but I don’t really mind.

If you feel confident you look confident.

Unless you’re Wilson. The kid wouldn’t look good even if there were actual music and editing involved. Thinking about the little brat makes me look at my watch out of habit. 7:15. He should be here soon so I take an earbud out, letting new sounds mix with my background music.

Laughs bubbling out of people’s mouths and different voices overlap each other, more than in your average high school weekday. Anyone can tell the school year is coming to an end and that’ll mean college in a few months for many. I’ve been one of the few who decided to wait another year before starting. Taking a gap year for the fun of it is as good as any excuse. No one really needs to know about my indecisiveness over a major. If I don’t figure it out film student is still at the top of my list.

Just as I’m thinking about the other options I’ve always considered and open my locker, Wilson appears next to me, shoving the book I lent him yesterday in my face.

“You owe me five bucks.”

I spare him a glance and notice his black hair is a bigger mess than usual. “I don’t owe you anything.”

He leans on the locker next to mine, eyes fixing on the opposite row of lockers across the hall. “You said, and I quote: I bet you can’t finish this book in a day.”

“That was a rhetorical bet.”

“You're too literal for rhetorical. I took it as a real bet.”

“So your excuse is that I should pay you because I usually mean what I say and therefore you thought I was daring you to do it?”

“Yes.”

I try not to laugh at his reaching there. “You let your hair be a mess just to finish the book in the morning didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s five bucks you’re never getting, kid.”

“But I didn’t sleep to finish it!”

I snatch the book from his hand as he points accusingly at me with it, then close my locker after putting it inside with a smirk. “And that’s my problem because?”

“Whatever,” he mumbles with an eye roll. However, after a while of walking along the hallway, he adds, “okay, but can you lend me five bucks then?”

I stop before we turn around a corner, suspicion taking over. “Did Cooper steal your lunch money again?”

He clenches his jaw at the name, yet shakes his head. “No, I just lost my money on a bet.”

Glaring, I push him into the hallway his classroom is in before spinning around on my heel.

Taking a peek through the velvet curtain in our suite reveals reporters at the ready. Cameras or portable recorders in hand even though it’ll only take us a few seconds to get to our waiting car. They seem to believe they’ll get to make some questions. They always seem to believe that, but the best they get is a picture of Dad smiling as he walks, his arm behind my back as if to make sure no one gets too close.

The reporters are lucky enough to get that really. Usually, royal advisers avoid the public media unless it’s planned. Dad just happens to be incredibly photogenic and friendly. He could be in the middle of eating the biggest hamburger available, entirely focused on it, and still manage to look frame worthy.

Doesn’t mean there aren’t times when he can’t look good from any angle though. When he’s being stupid for example.

I look over my shoulder to reassure that fact and find him sitting on the sofa, glaring up at Mom as she argues with him in hushed tones. Definitely not picture worthy. He takes a deep breath and looks away from her with irritation before replying back like she’s being irrational. She isn’t. I know that even though I’m not bothering to read their lips. More often than not, he’s in the wrong and just doesn’t want to listen.

One of the downsides of taking a gap year is that now I don’t have an excuse not to go with them on work-related trips, the kind of events where arguing happens easily. I hadn’t thought that through, forgetting how bad things can get quickly, but at least they can’t really yell right now. The risk of being heard by a passing guest in the hotel is too high to take. That’s good news for my eardrums since the volume can stay at a reasonable level and it's sufficient enough to drown their voices out.

Mom proceeds the discussion by pointing at Dad, jaw clenched. That’s the moment my sight drifts back to the window. Before I get too curious about what she’s saying and lower the volume of my music. When she looks that upset she tends to mention the saddest truths.

With some time I learned hearing them fight wasn’t that bad until they got to that breaking point. I can pretend not to care until then, even without headphones. When mom’s voice breaks and her eyes get glassy though, it’s time to push curiosity away. Push it away before you start thinking about how nice it can be when the three of us are in harmony. All jokes and games and laughs. When the broken pieces aren’t overwhelming. The normal family everyone thinks the Teasdale’s are.

That’s what really hurts.

I gulp the lump in my throat and try to focus on the music again, picturing a scene in one of the projects I have in my head at the moment. If only I ever got to writing an actual script instead of leaving it in my head.

Wilson has decided to ‘be more healthy’ and take morning walks with me on weekends now. I take that as his excuse to hang out more with me since I’m not in school anymore.

“So did you receive the letter from the one and only?” He says, completely changing our topic. I pretend not to be fazed by the fact that he’s changing our line of conversation to stop me from prying about this girl he’s probably crushing on in class.

“What are you talking about?”

“The Selection? Come on, Clove. Half the girls in class are sulking about what a bummer it is they’re not old enough to apply, while the other half is squealing about how they could get a chance to meet prince Nate.”

There’s a hint of annoyance in his tone I’d probably identify with if I were in his grade. Still, I elbow him with a smirk and ask, “In which group is our mystery girl?”

His cheeks heat up in a matter of seconds and he looks at the trees around the park. “I asked you first.”

“Well, I don’t really know. I hadn’t considered it.”

“Don’t you already know the dude and all?”

Yeah, before puberty hit hard.

“That’s not really an advantage. I stopped going on trips to the palace with my dad years ago and on important events, the prince is the center of attention so...”

“You stay away, yeah, yeah.”

I look at the neat envelope in my hands and then at my mother again.

“You really think it’s a good idea?” The suggestion is kind of unexpected as she sits on the chair in front of my desk and I get closer to the edge of my bed.

Her lips turn into a thin line at the question. “It could be interesting….”

“But this would mean leaving Columbia to go to Angeles... hypothetically. If my name gets picked over the other million girls.”

“I know.” She smiles a bit sadly at the thought, which isn’t a surprise and is why the suggestion strikes me as odd. My confusion is evident and she takes a deep breath. “It gives you a chance to leave the house earlier. No need to wait for college.”

My brows furrow. “What are you—”

“Your father and I have been arguing more lately, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

I scratch the back of my head awkwardly at that but nod.

“I… I’m very sorry about that.” She adds with a sad glance at her hands, a sigh escaping her lips before she runs a hand through her hair. I tell her it’s fine. Sometimes it feels wrong to expect her to apologize when she doesn’t really plan for things to become a discussion anyway.

“It isn’t fine. Though it’s become inevitable lately.” She stares at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “He’s stubborn and I’m done with trying to make him understand simple things, but sometimes I can’t let it slide or he’ll really mess up. Sadly, I can’t let that happen yet.”

I nod again. Whether he admits it to himself or not, Dad wouldn’t be what he is today without mom’s help over the years. “What does this have to do with me applying for the Selection though?”

“I’ll have to deal with your father for a while longer Clove… but you don’t need to be here in the heat of it all… The Selection is your early ticket out of this mess since you’re not leaving for college yet. Your chance to be independent. Or as independent as possible.” When I just stare at her she adds, “I know how overwhelming it can be sometimes when I… disagree on something with him. I know that it’s hard in the moment…” She reaches for my hand with a small smile. “I made a few mistakes and I have to deal with them now, but you don’t have to. You can live your life better than I did, find your own path and maybe even have some fun.”

“With the Selection?” I mumble, skeptically staring at the envelope once more. High-quality paper wasted on something I can’t even reuse.

“Why not? As long as you’re careful not to be fooled by pretty royal smiles...” She teases and I make a face. That earns a laugh from her. “Give it a shot if you want, that’s all I’m saying. You did always say you liked Angeles better and it’s free of your annoying parents.”

“Alright… I’ll think about it.”

And so I found myself filling a form the next day. Taking a picture like hundreds of other girls around the country.

Maybe I’ll get to see how much Illea’s golden boy has changed.

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