Even though it nearly drowned us in angst, we have to appreciate how healthy that conversation actually was.
“I swear to you, I wanted to tell you, I tried. And then you found that ring and I just couldn’t bear to ruin that happiness.”
~ he doesn’t dance around it, goes right for the truth, explains the situation and why he chose to act the way he did; that it was coming from a place of love.
“How could you do this?”
~ she asks with shock, and hurt. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about at first - he thinks she’s talking about killing her grandpa but what she’s really talking about is burning his own memories. The way she says it with a hint of concern, like even though she’s mad, she’s hurting for him because if he’s gonna resort to such drastic measures, this must be eating him up inside.
“I’ve been asking myself the same question, and all I can say is that I was a broken man for a very long time and I did horrendous things..”
~ THIS! LINE! IS! SO! IMPORTANT! Because he was a broken man and the fact that he recognizes that his deeds were horrendous proves how much he’s changed. And the fact that he’s sharing with her that he knows he was broken - ugh. Beautiful.
“I’m not talking about that I’m talking about this. You were about to burn your own memories why would you do that?”
~ Here the concern for him is even more prominent in her tone. It almost sounds like she’s going to cry. She’s so concerned that he was going to burn some part of his past, because she loves every part of him, including his wrongdoings.
“Because I was ashamed, Emma. And scared losing you and everything that matters to me.”
~ She is everything to him. He is terrified of losing her. Do I even need to say more like omg.
“You really think that would happen after everything we’ve been through?”
~ this is her having 100% confidence in what they have. They have made it through darkness and DEATH, and that proved to her that together they can do anything. She’s surprised and hurt that he doesn’t feel the same way. Why doesn’t he? is what she’s she’s wondering.
“How am I supposed to sit across from your mother and father at the table and look them in the eye after what I’ve done?”
~ He’s letting her know how guilty he feels. How he’s terrified he’ll be rejected. They’re just laying all their feelings on the table and it’s so healthy I can’t even
“I’m not saying it would be easy. You know them, you know they would forgive you, that’s who they are.”
~ She’s validating his feelings, saying yes, it will be a big hurdle. But then she also reassures him that he is loved so much but not just her, and that nothing he does or says will get him kicked out of their lives. Ever.
“This isn’t just about them, this is about me. I already destroyed my own family once and that was hard enough but knowing that I destroyed yours too, I just…I didn’t know how I could live with that.”
~ YESSSSSS Killian. This is about you. And that is perfectly okay like it is 1000000% okay for you to worry about yourself instead of everyone else (including Emma) for once. You need to heal and this is the way to start, by telling the woman that you love that this is how you feel and where your head is at. Good job precious pirate good job!
“You come to me Hook, and you lean on me, and you trust ME!”
~ Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh the knife-in-the-gut line. The most beautiful line in my opinion. Cause it came from the mouth of Emma Swan, who spent her life leaning on no one. Who, after Neal, had a necklace that she wore to remind her never to trust ANYONE. And now she has a life partner that she trusts so completely and has leaned on countless, countless times (When she was watching her mother die, when she almost froze to death, when she was confused about Lily, when she was mad at her parents, all throughout Camelot, when she admitted she wanted a future but was scared, when she was in the underworld and had a scary vision, like a million bazillion times she’s gone to him and leaned on him) and now all she wants is to return the favour for him. And frankly she’s devastated that he doesn’t feel like he can lean on her. Like he is my rock, why aren’t I his? is what is going through her mind. ASDFGHJKL.
“We have to stop hiding things from each other.”
~ She doesn’t just blame him, she knows she’s hid things from him before too and might some day do it again. They both need to stop in order for this to work.
“The man I fell in love with would know that. You would know that we would do things together.”
~ Telling him that this together thing all originated from him. She fell in love with him because he earned her trust, but never took the lead from her; they always worked together as a team. Together. And all she wants is for them to be doing that now (and for the rest of their lives).
~ the way he splutters it. He’s so in love with her and wants to kiss her for saying these soulful things. She’s opening up to him and pouring out her soul and telling him she loves him in a poetic, wordy way, which is NOT her specialty. But at the same time his heart is aching. He’s done the last thing he wants to do in life. He’s hurt her. Fuck.
“That is what I agreed to marry. That is what I thought we were together.”
~ Again, emphasis on the together, two halves of a whole. And telling him the reason she wanted to marry him so badly - because she feels safe with him. She can trust him. She can lean on him. And she thought she was that for him, too. And if she’s not? Well, they need to fix that before they can move forward.
“Until you’re ready for that..” *removes ring* “Then we can talk.”
~ A bit of tough love, but it’s for his own good. She is NOT rejecting him or breaking up with him or some bullshit like that. Their love means more than that. She’s just telling him “Hey. I love you. And I am so, so ready to marry you. But I want our engagement to be happy and pure. And it is anything but happy and pure right now. So until we figure this out, take this back. And work through your feelings. And if you need me, I will be right here.”
Like. GUYS. I am NOT here for angst but I am SO HERE FOR THIS PORTRAYAL OF WHAT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP SHOULD BE LIKE.
When Woozi meets a girl who’s really similar to him
Thank you for requesting! I’d love to write more Seventeen scenarios, so to all the Carats reading this: please send me requests for Seventeen when I’m accepting requests again! ^^ I hope this is to your liking and as always, please tell me if it isn’t~
my personality is totally different from the personality of the girl in this scenario so idk how good this is but i had fun writing this! ^^
Drama with fluff at the end because i could not leave it out i’m sorry
Requested by anon ♥
Jihoon groaned at the way his friends were admiring a girl. He tried his best to focus on his book but the continuous whispering and laughing his friends were doing was making him lose his focus.
They have such a weird taste in women, he thought, glancing at the girl they were so loud over.
Lee Jihoon, just another normal college student. Well, not exactly normal. He and his three friends were the most popular people at their college. Most of the girls had a crush on him or his friends. He had no interest in the girls who confessed to him so he always turned them down coldly. Even though he made it very clear that he didn’t want to date any of the girls who confessed to him, the confessions didn’t stop. Are we in high school or something? He asked himself every time a girl confessed to him in the most mainstream way ever: by asking him to come to a quiet place with him and confessing shyly.
And then you had appeared. Your behavior annoyed him more than anything. You walked around campus, looking cold. You had your friends but whenever he saw you, you were alone, studying or just looking around with an expressionless face. Most of the girls ignored you but a ton of guys drooled over you, not only because of your looks but also because of your personality that was very different from most of the girls there. You got confessed to every now and then. The guys used the cheesiest pick-up lines and lacked creativity. You were much like Jihoon when someone confessed to you: you coldly told them the truth about what you thought about them. You were actually even a little meaner than him.
Even though Jihoon found you extremely annoying, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat attracted to you. And that made him even more annoyed.
“I’d totally date her,” Soonyoung stated.
“Who wouldn’t?” Jun asked.
“Jihoon,” Wonwoo pointed at Jihoon.
Soonyoung and Jun turned to look at Jihoon. “Really?”
“Why would I date someone like her?” he asked, annoyed. “She’s annoying.”
“Have you talked to her?” Jun asked.
“No,” Jihoon calmly answered. “And wouldn’t even if I got the chance.”
“Well, that’s great. Less competition for me,” Jun grinned and got up from his chair before walking over to you. Jihoon and the other two watched as the situation went from Jun starting the conversation to you quickly shutting him down by saying something with an expressionless face. The situation was over in a matter of seconds and Jun returned to where the other three were sitting.
Jihoon opened his book and let out a sigh. A group of girls that was sitting behind him in the lecture hall was having a heated conversation about him. They thought he didn’t hear since he was wearing his earphones but they were so loud that he would have heard them even if the music was on full volume.
Someone sat down next to him and at first he didn’t pay attention on the person. He only turned around when he noticed who it was.
What the hell?
You sat there, flipping through the pages of your book. You had a bored expression on your face. After a bit you noticed him staring at you.
“What?” you asked. “Are you going to throw a cheesy, over-used pick-up line at me?”
“I wouldn’t do that even if you were the last person on earth,” he calmly answered.
You were a little surprised by his answer and it showed on your face, which he noticed.
“What?” Jihoon asked. “Were you hoping for me to say yes?”
“No,” you answered just as calmly as he had just now. “I was just surprised you didn’t.”
That was the end of your conversation. The lecture started and you two sat there, taking notes and listening to the teacher. You both thought the lecture was boring. Eventually you started to doodle in your notebook and he observed you from the corner of his eye without even noticing he was looking at you.
Weeks passed by and every time you were on the same lecture, you sat down beside him. He got used to it so he didn’t really mind you doing so after it had happened a few times. He actually found himself enjoying looking at you doodle in to your notebook. He didn’t admit it though, not even to himself.
One day you didn’t come to the lecture because you were sick. Jihoon wondered where you were and was unable to focus. He felt the need to know why you hadn’t showed up. The next day you did come to the lecture even though you weren’t feeling too good.
Jihoon kept taking glances at you during the lecture. “Why didn’t you come yesterday?” he asked in the end.
“I had a pretty bad fever,” you said and he could hear from your voice that you were still sick.
“And you’re all healed now?” he asked.
“No,” you stated. “But I still came.”
For the rest of the lecture you two were quiet and listened to the teacher. You weren’t exactly quiet though since you had a little bit of trouble breathing thanks to your clogged nose.
Jihoon put a few coins in to the vending machine and looked at the options. Before he could buy the drink he wanted to get, he noticed you sitting a little further away, holding a book. He tilted his head a little while looking at you.
She looks sick.
Cute, he chuckled subconsciously and when he realized what he had just thought, he shook his head, trying to forget about it. He turned back to the machine in front of him and after a few seconds of hesitation, he bought a drink. Once he got it he walked over to you. You didn’t notice him until he handed the drink to you. You took the drink and looked at him, a little surprised.
“What is this?”
“Can’t you read?” he asked, pointing at the drink’s label.
“I can,” you calmly said. “I mean you giving this to me. Are you trying to seduce me or something?”
“Keep dreaming,” he gave a laugh.
“Uh huh,” you said and focused on your book again, expecting him to leave.
Jihoon looked at you for a bit. “Get better soon. I don’t want to sit next to someone who keeps sniffling the whole lecture,” he said, trying to make the statement sound as cold as possible.
“Tsundere,” you said with a smirk.
“Shut up,” he nudged you with his elbow before walking away.
ok what abt a bartender!otabek au? i thought of where he meets a semi-drunk yuri at the bar who ends up ranting about his bf named JJ cheating on him: “we werent exclusive can you fucking believe that?! i walk in our bedroom to find three naked strangers all over him! but you wanna know the worst part about this? apparently he had no idea we were exclusive even though i made it pretty obvious. fucking ass hole.”
otabek usually doesnt give a shit about customers but this guy was different. he found himself hanging on every word the blond was saying. that was his third glass of vodka but he had a feeling that the blond was telling the truth and wasnt letting the alcohol speak for him. almost immediately otabek decided he had to do something. the blond was in no condition to go home by himself so he lets yuri crash at his place that same night.
i thought this would tie well with a mafia type au cause then otabek would track down JJ and beat the shit out of him for cheating on yuri and threatening to kill him.
i bought us matching keyrings (peter parker x reader) part one
so i wrote this a while back and i was having a few issues with tumblr on my laptop so i couldn’t post it, but i wrote a lil something based on this tom tweet
“matching keyrings?” peter teased, as he held up his red and blue spiderman keyring to the light. even though you knew nothing about his secret, peter had to admire how cute you were when you found something engaging. as it turned out, your latest obsession appeared to be spiderman and despite his best attempts to keep you from digging peter knew it was only a matter of time before you found out the truth.
“not just matching parker, limited edition” you winked at him.
“where did you find these anyway?” he frowned.
“i saw them in a shop down the road and thought they were cool.” you confessed, shyly clasping your hands together. you knew peter was a massive fan of comic books, like you which is why you had expected a lot more enthusiasm on his behalf when the news of a friendly neighbourhood superhero first started circulating in queens. you, along with everyone else you knew had been tuned in to the gossip and speculation over the recent weeks over who it could possibly be. however, it had only attracted criticism and much eye rolling from peter whenever you mentioned it in public which you had just shrugged off as another of his “im too cool for all this” phases.
miserably, peter twisted the keyring around his finger, which gave it the impression that spiderman was flying through the air. it would have been impressive, if he wasn’t so worried about what you would do once you found out the truth. it had always been one thing trying to hide it from you, but another thing entirely trying to hide it from the entire city.
seeing his miserable expression, you frowned. “it you don’t like it pete, i can always give it to michelle or something” you told him. you were scared that you had done something to upset him, but you had no idea why giving him a keyring as a present would make him act this way.
peter shook his head, sending you a quick smile “no, no, i love it actually. I’m just a bit surprised that the whole city is so fixated on this one guy.” he admitted. you were about to reply when the bell rang, cutting you off. you groaned.”that’s me” you told him, reaching out for a quick hug. peter nodded as he returned the hug. “take care of him for me” you whispered into his ear, peter could feel the ghost of a smile on your lips. as he watched you fall into step with someone else who was in one of your classes, peter could just make out the matching keyring that was attached to your bag. sighing, he pocketed his keyring.
walking home after class felt different, you noted with a frown. it was late summer in queens and your dry mouth only served to remind you how much you would kill for a milkshake right now. peter had bailed on you, which was something he had been doing it a lot recently. you weren’t the kind of person to get mad over something as trivial as your best friend leaving you to walk home alone, but you did wish that he would stop making promises that he couldn’t keep. as you hurried home, you failed to notice that the sky was turning grey and the air more humid, so when the first clap of thunder rolled out you jumped back in surprise. you internally groaned, as rain started pouring down from the sky like silver bullets. “it’s literally summer, why is it raining when i have no coat.” you spoke out loud to yourself as you did the best you could to prevent your school books getting ruined from the sudden torrential rain. you were so distracted by your bag, that you didn’t notice the figure that had been watching you from the corner of sixth street. peter, dressed in his spiderman costume, had been on his usual tour of crime fighting in the city when he had seen you walking home. he wasn’t spying on you exactly, just making sure that you got home okay, considering that he had been the one to ditch you after all. he noticed that your spiderman keyring was still attached to your bag, and couldn’t help but smile to himself. where it had started raining, the ground was slippery underfoot, and peter watched as you struggled to keep your books dry and walk without slipping over. he knew the risks of helping you, yet in that moment he didn’t care. Before he could overthink it too much, he pulled down his mask and stepped out from the corner just in front of you.
“hi.” peter said as spiderman, knowing that you were probably massively freaking out right now.
“hey.” you managed to gasp out.
“so I was just finishing up over there” he gestured somewhere into the distance “and i saw you struggling to walk in the rain.”
“yeah, i guess you’re right. It’s very slippery.” you confessed. You stood there for a long moment just looking at each other, you trying to work out who was behind the mask, and peter gazing at you like you were the most majestic human he had ever seen.
“well, both of us are getting wet here.” you coughed, breaking the silence that had descended between you.
peter laughed and then choked, silently cursing under his breath for letting you hear his laugh. “it would be ungentlemanly for me to not walk you home” he told you, producing an umbrella out of nowhere. “so please, will you allow me to escort you?”
you laughed, “i would be honoured.” you moved to stand next to him under the umbrella. you walked with him, completely at ease. spiderman had been mostly silent on the way home and you had picked up on that, not wanting to press him as you realised some of the awful things this poor man probably saw on a day to day basis.
“thank you for walking me home.” you smiled at him, you swore for a second that he even smiled back.
“stay safe. y/n.” and with that he was gone, never once looking back. it was only when he had already left, you noticed that he had dropped something on the pavement outside your house in his hurry to get away. bending down to pick it up, you couldn’t wait to show peter tomorrow that spiderman had carelessly left one of his items outside of your house. it wasn’t until you held it up to the light that you realised what it was. a blue and red spiderman keyring. slightly dented from where it had hit the pavement, but apart from that unharmed.
“peter?” you whispered, the breath catching in your throat.
“open your mouth Johnny! Here comes the airplane!” Jason sing sang at the little kid while leading the spoonful of fruit crème in his mouth.
Johnny was currently sitting happily on Jason’s lap as Jason have him his food, while you did some house work. Jason and you had made a mess out of the little apartment last night at your need for each other. It was miraculous hope you’re relationship had developed so quickly in such a small amount of time.
“YES JOHNNY!” Jason cheered as John swallowed his spoonful making the little kid start laughing.
“Jason please be more quiet with my kid” you chuckled loudly from down the hall, so the two males could listen to you. The last months you lived for moments like these, that Jason would act like the most amazing father to John, even though he wasn’t.
The intense knock on your door though was meant to break these beautiful moments. At instant.
“I’m getting it babe!” Jason yes and got up from his chair with John in his arms. The smile didn’t fall from his face as he opened the door. It rather froze at the sight of Dick standing in front of him.
“Babe! Who is it?”
Jason lacked a response. He was frozen in the spot, looking at Dick with a blank stare. He didn’t know how to excuse the kids in his arms, or that he was in your apartment. He didn’t know how to cover up for his lies.
“Fuck…” Jason heard from behind him. It was probably your voice since Dick wouldn’t have cursed in front of a kid.
A kid… this was his kid… and now your world was falling apart right before of your very eyes. John had only seen pictures of Dick in your phone amd in some albums and you were sure he’d recognize him in a matter of seconds.
This couldn’t be happening though. You wanted to pull your hair and scream, to take John away from Jason’s arms and run for your dear life, away from everyone.
You should have figured this would have happened the moment Bruce Wayne knocked on your door offering financial support to you.
“(Y/n) can I come in?” Dick addressed to you and only you, although his eyes never left your son. With your simple nodding, Jason stepped away from the door and Dick got in, coming straight towards you.
Dick’s arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t respond to the hug. You wanted to crawl in a hole and die. You didn’t know why he was so calm.
“Can we talk?” You heard your own self mutter and Dick didn’t cease on accepting your offer. The only thing you did as he unwrapped his arms from around you was to tell Jason to leave you two alone for some moments.
“Jason, please, leave John here” Dick pleaded and Jason of course did as he was told. Now, the three of you were sitting on the couch ready for the big talk.
Only, well, it had happened so fast, you didn’t know what to say. And so you stayed silent until Dick dared to speak.
“Is he… mine?” Dick managed to mutter.
“Yes, I realised I was pregnant a while after you died”
“I’m sorry I-”
“No!” You snapped, making the kid in your arms jump in fear. “Don’t apologize because it won’t do. You came back to Barbara, you found a new girlfriend but you forgot about me, who you were promising love for ever.” Your eyes were watering at the words that fell from your mouth. “It’s not fair” you finally cried and felt John clench onto your shirt. You knew your kid cpuld feel when you weren’t okay.
Meanwhile Dick’s mind was a mess. His hands were shaking, and his stern was slightly spasming at the anxiety this situation was causing him. He felt stupid, humiliated. He felt as if he was the worst person that walked on earth. What would his father say if he could see him now?
“I assumed you had moved on, forgive me” he said, even though he knew these simple words wouldn’t change the way you felt. And when he saw you weren’t responding, because you were caught up in crying he spoke up again. “I wish I had found out about you and John earlier. I want to be next to him as a father.”
“Jason has been more of a father than you cpuld ever be, Dick” you sobbed. “I cant let you take him away from me.” It was the truth. You loved John more than anything else in your life.
“But you can’t keep my son away from me.”
“Because an obsessive person who is a vigilante, not mentally stable and going against the rules of the police department is ideal to raise a kid. You don’t even know who you are Dick, or what you want, you can take my kid away.” You regretted saying this immediately. Dick had been through a lot himself and you were only making his pain worse. “But i guess if this was Barbara or this new girl who had your son you would’ve have been next to her, you would visit her all the time and not assume things for her. Do you even know how this makes me feel about my son and myself?”
Dick opted not to speak. He knew you were in pain and he deserved all of this. Though, he wasn’t sure how he’d cope up with all of his guilt. For Shawn’s abduction, for your hideous feelings.
“Can I at least hold him? Just for a moment” Dick spoke with sadness running like rivers from his face. The simple sight of his son made his heart speed its pace, his lungs to suffocate and his feet numb.
His heart was ready to burst as you handed him John. He was so grateful that you had used his father’s name, just like he would. And for some reason he felt as if he was at peace as the little boy smiled in his arms.
“I should have came from the moment Jason told me he was visiting you and John.”
A/N: This may be the last Dean fic I’m posting in a while (even though I have 3 WIPs. I have a lot in WIP/Drafts, but I wanna post some more Hamilton fics + Dreamer (Series) before I post anymore Dean stuff. So enjoy some more Dean fluff~
You had just broken up with your boyfriend. It was amicable. The distance was never a problem, but mentally you guys just weren’t invested in the relationship anymore. Then he told you he found another huntress that he really likes, and the moment he thought he liked her, he told you about it. You respected the fact that he was truthful to you, and you gave them their blessing- even going as far to make sure that he knew he still had a friend in you. When you told Dean about it, you were catching up over a drink in Lebanon where you knew he, and his brother resided.
You, and the Winchesters had known each other for two years, on a vampire hunt that you were checking out. He, and his brother were there first so they had dibs on the case, but they told you that you could stay, and help them, which turned out for the best because the pack was bigger than researched. Ever since then, you’ve stayed in touch with the Winchesters. Once in awhile you would ask them a few hunting questions, and vice versa. Soon, the texts were occurring more and more- especially with the oldest Winchester. The messages were becoming personal, and after that it became habitual for the two of you to exchange information on your latest hunts. If the two of you were close enough, it was a silent agreement that you guys would visit. It was a nice, comforting relationship.
“So, that’s what I’ve been up to. What about you, Dean? Anything new?” you asked, putting a hand on his arm.
He swirled the drink in his hand, staring at it intently. Finally, he exhaled. “Listen, sweetheart, I have shit timing, but I just need to say it.”
Dean paused, and you raised your eyebrow, wondering what he could possibly be telling you.
“I like you,” he blurted out. “A lot.”
“Oh.” It was your turn to be silenced. Your relationship with Dean was amazing, and of course you would consider dating him. He was handsome, kind, intelligent, strong, and an overall amazing person, and most importantly, he made you happy. “Wow.”
“You don’t have to say anything- We could just forget this ever happened,” he said quickly, his shoulder already dropping in disappointment.
“You should really give me a second here, Winchester. You kinda blindsided me,” you teased playfully. “I like you too.”
His gaze snapped to meet yours. “You don’t have to say it just because-”
“Oh, hush, Dean. Let me finish. You’re an amazing guy, and nothing would make me happier right now than to give us a chance, but-”
His face looked crestfallen, and you couldn’t help but reach out to caress his cheek.
“But I don’t want you to feel like you’re a rebound guy. You don’t deserve that. So I’m going to woo you.”
“What?’ he asked with a laugh, thinking you were joking. But you were not.
“I’m serious! I’m going to woo you. I’m gonna hang out with you, flirt with you, make more sexual comments than we have already, and-”
“You really don’t have to do that,” he said sincerely.
“I want to. You deserve to be treated right, and I’m going to make sure you know I want you as much as you want me.”
“And how do you know how much I want you?” His smile turned into a smirk as he leaned closer.
“Easy. I’ll just look down at your crotch.”
He threw his head back in laughter. “Alright, sweetheart. Do your best. Woo me.”
“Prepare to fall in love with me, Winchester.” You nudged your elbow on his ribs, missing the look he gave you.
*WARNING* This post is most likely going to be a bit soppy/sentimental. Obviously I’m gonna try and make it humorous but grab a bucket just in case…
That means you Moon.
So I’m sure many of you are aware that recently I took my first steps outside as Jess, and just over a year ago I also announced to my friends about my secretive (not so much now) hobby.
As much as their support has been nothing short of fantastic, before all of that there was the original gal pal: Moon.
Now I could go on for decades about how useful she has been, but it’s probably more useful (and certainly more relevant) to let you know why she has been so important and instrumental in this transformation from ragged cave-man lookalike to the would-be-Queen that is Jessica Blaise.
1. Moon Don’t Lie To No Bitch
Moon has always been a good friend, even before she knew about Jess, but one quality I’ve found invaluable is her ability to tell me the truth, no matter what.
“Moon do I look good in this?” Fuck no! That dress ain’t gonna work on you, you don’t have the boobs for it.
“I think my makeup looks good today!” Yeah and some people think the world is flat, don’t make them right though does it?
“Omg these heels are killer!” Yeah they do a good job at killing your fashion sense.
Call it harsh, call it hilarious… I call it honest feedback.
One of the best benefits of having a friend like Moon, and hopefully any gal pal, is that they’re looking out for your best interests. If I don’t look good in something, Moon will be the first person to let me know. She has my best interests at heart, and she wants me to look good just as much as I do.
2. What The Fuck Is Highlighter???
I know this one is probably quite obvious (and not actually that relevant to highlighting) but I feel it should be stated regardless.
Stop me if you guessed this already, but girls are really good at makeup.
And I don’t mean ‘Girls always use makeup of course they’re good at it.’ Nah.
Most girls, Moon included, don’t actually use anywhere near as much makeup as a crossdresser would (especially Moon with her bloody flawless skin… rude). It’s not about their actual skill will the makeup, it’s the knowledge and theory behind it.
What’s the use of concealer? Ask your gal pal.
How does highlighter work? Ask your gal pal.
Why shouldn’t I use dark colours on my lips? Ask your gal pal.
Regardless of how much or little your gal pal uses in terms of makeup, they will have a wealth of knowledge about it and will easily guide you into improving your makeup in no time. Plus it doesn’t hurt to have someone helping you while you’re applying the stuff you know nothing about…
3. Stand Properly! Have You Never Seen A Woman?
I might sound like this font of female imitation knowledge, but most of the tips I throw up on this blog are simply regurgitated information that I learned long ago from Moon.
One of the most invaluable lessons she ever taught was simply how to stand like a woman.
I’ve said before that looking at women pose is a good way to learn how to take pictures, but this should only be used if all else fails. If you can (and I can’t recommend this enough), get a gal pal so instruct you how to stand.
It’s not uncommon for Moon to start lifting my arm into the right position or telling me to relax my shoulders. This is all stuff I’m aware of, but it’s better when you’ve got someone who can actually see what you’re doing wrong and correct it.
On top of all that, you also get someone who can help take photos. I mean, I’m a big fan of selfies but sometimes you just wanna feel like the god-damn model you were born to be.
Well, that’s my side of things. However just to make this post extra long (sorry…) I thought I should get Moon to weigh in her opinions of having a crossdresser for a friend.
What’s it like having a crossdresser for a friend?
I’ll be honest. It was a little different to start off with, especially since Jess is the first and only crossdresser I’ve ever met. It didn’t take me too long to get used to it though; eventually she was asking for me to join her on ‘dress up nights’ which was essentially a cheap, student excuse to get drunk and look pretty… always fun though!
What’s different about Jess’ makeup than other girls?
Well… nothing really. I guess that’s the point though. She has to apply a bit more of the base makeup (concealer, foundation etc.) but after that it’s quite similar to my own and other girl’s makeup routines.
Do you see Jess differently when she’s dress up?
Again, a bit at first. Not in a bad way of course, but it was just getting my head around a male friend suddenly looking female(ish). I don’t know if it’s gotten easier over time because she’s better at makeup now than 8 years ago or because I’ve just got used to it.Overall I don’t really see her as a different person, just a much prettier person.
What’s your favourite thing to do with Jess?
Dressing up; without a doubt. As much as certain outfits don’t work on Jess (or myself at times) we’re always pushing each other to try different outfits. It’s always a great accomplishment when we try on an outfit we didn’t think would work but does!
Also Jess always has fancy dress outfits, and they’re nothing short of hilarious to try on, regardless of who’s wearing them.
I just wish she wouldn’t get changed in front of me…
What has been your favourite moment with Jess?
Oh god… we’ve been doing this for 8 years now, there are way too many…
If I had to pick one, even though there are definitely more, I would say the time that Jess wanted me to record a video of her spinning in a dress but I started recording while she was still explaining and sorting herself out.
Yeah, that’s the one.
I think I’m making these longer on purpose now…
I hope this has helped any of you who are thinking about telling your friends or looking for some guidance.
Just remember: any good gal pal will have no problem with you crossdressing over than those heels don’t work with that dress Hun.
A/N: I don’t have a good explanation for this. I truly don’t. Forgive me, it’s 3 am and I wrote this in a single day and I know I have soulmates and a few other requests and fics to tend to. I’m too inconstant. I’m a big kid, what can you do?
The Lion King! I’m sure
Simba’s history and the talk about “who you are” would touch Altaïr’s
apparently “cold and stoic” heart — but you know him well enough to tell apart
the truth and what he tells others. He knows most of quotes and secretly
memorized “The Circle of Life” accidentally, even though you could swear his
favorite song was “Just Can’t Wait to Be King” — you found out when you woke up
one morning and Altaïr was in the kitchen, brewing coffee and humming the song
while he watched the steam rise up with a distant look. The movie has kinda
turned into a comfort animation he turns to every once in a while just to keep
the memory of the feeling he had when Simba climbed the rock and roared to
claim his place as the king.
Do you think the theory about Gendry being Cersei's son might be true?
So if Jojenpaste is a theory I understand even though I think it’s unlikely, this one just baffles me to no end. Cersei has no motivation whatsoever to bear Robert’s child, and the text from AGOT to AFFC makes it clear she didn’t:
“Your Robert got me with child once,” she said, her voice thick with contempt. “My brother found a woman to cleanse me. He never knew. If truth be told, I can scarcely bear for him to touch me, and I have not let him inside me for years. I know other ways to pleasure him, when he leaves his whores long enough to stagger up to my bedchamber. Whatever we do, the king is usually so drunk that he’s forgotten it all by the next morning.”
Whilst you snored, I would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. You claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness I would eat your heirs.
Also, I mean, she’s the Queen. Pulling off assignations with Jaime is tricky enough. Carrying a pregnancy to term in secrecy is simply not possible.
(Don’t own 13 reasons why)
(Warning: might mention smut)
• the first day you met this handsome, hot giant, was when it was your first day at school
• you had just moved there so clay gave you a tour
• on that tour you guys just happened to walk by Zach and Justin the star basketball players
• Zach had instantly taken a liking to you
• from then on he always tried to talk to you even though, sometime he would get nervous.
•eventually once he kinda got to know you he kept bugging you for your number.
• at first you wouldn’t give it to you but then you have in and gave it to him because he was to cute to say no to.
• on the first date he took you to where you wanted to and paid for all of it without complaining
• after that he drove you home, and walked you to your porch where you shared a sweet gentle kiss
• I feel like Zach already knew he wanted to be with you so he would ask you to be his girl
• and of course you said yes!
• Zach loves to cuddle( doesn’t matter what poison he loves to be held or hold you)
• speaking of holding you, he always has to be touching you in someway
- but he doesn’t do much on PDA so he’ll usually wrap his arm around you waist or put an arm around you shoulder
• he’d drive you to and from school
• when your on your period(if your a person who gets them) he’s always the sweetest.
- he had to get advice from his mom and sister at first though.
• his sister loves you!!
- she always ask how your doing
- and sometime you guys will hang out
- and you help Zach to babysit her
• Zach will always make time for you, he never wants you to feel lonely or for you to think he doesn’t love you.
- he’s always ditches the guys for you
• Zach loves to see you in his clothing so he always lets you take his jackets or shirts, because there oversized and he thinks they look cute in you to.
• almost every weekend he takes you to a basketball court, to play basketball or teach you if you didn’t know.
• he loves to give you hugs and loves kissing you even more
- sometimes a simple kiss can turn in to a make out every once and a while
• you make out sessions are so heated and leaves both you guys wanting more.
• the first time you guys had sex, he was really gentle and caring making sure you enjoyed yourself and was comfortable
- he kept asking “are you okay”
- and would kiss all over your body
- and if you were a virgin, he would be a sweetheart whispering sweet nothings in to your ear to make you forget about the pain.
• when you guys had sex it was always mind blowing
- he could go for a few round if you wanted to
- he likes oral, but you receive the most because he always wants to make you feel good
- if you have trouble cumming, he’ll do anything to help you release.
-since he doesn’t think all the time you make sure the door is locked, or that your parents aren’t home
- because he is loud!!!
- and he love it when you are to
• Zach rather make love to you and hold your hands, but he will fuck you if you want being rough but not enough to hurt you.
•he loves to play with your hair, and you always try to play with his to.
• he leaves a lot of hickeys
- to be fair, you do to
- but he loves to show off his marks
- and doesn’t let you cover up yours so everyone knows who you belong to
• he can get really jealous, because he’s afraid to lose you
- but he’s mostly over protective
- especially around Bryce because he doesn’t want him to hurt you like he did to Hannah or Jessica
• I feel like you guys would have double dates with Justin and jess (idk)
• you and Zach would have a really close relationship.
- he would even tell you about the tapes
- but if he didn’t and you found out, he would tell you the truth
• his mom loves you even though she didn’t want to admit it at first
- but she saw the way you guys looked at each other
- do whenever your over she always ask if you want to stay for dinner
• Zach was the first to say I love you, but if you were the first one he would say it right back.
- he always tells you he loves you, because your perfect to him
- and if your ever insecure, he won’t leave you alone until he made them all go away
• when he’s driving he places a hand on your thigh, or he’ll hold your hand.
• he’d fight anyone for you, if they talked bad or they made him jealous
• if your feeling down he’ll do the spoon trick😂 and it always works because he’s so cute.
• he loves when you talk about something that you love, because you smile a lot and your eyes shine
• he doesn’t know what he would do without you, and he hope he’ll marrow you one day.
• your always there to comfort him, and vice versa
• when one of you guys can sleep you text or call the other
• you guys are definitely everyone’s favorite couple
- expect for those few boys and girls that are jealous of you.
• when he’s drunk you always take care of him
- but he’ll show you off more than usual
- like he’ll try to make out with you in public
- or keep telling you sweet nothings
• you something get him to something else besides going to parties
• you go to all of his games
- he’ll wink at you sometimes during the game.
- but you go mainly because he says your his lucky charm
- before and after the game he kisses you
- but you always try to escape the sweaty hug he gives you
• he always tells you how beautiful you are, and how much he loves you
• you love when he’s shirtless because like come on who wouldn’t want to see that.
• you’d fight a bitch if she flirted with him, even if your not a fighter you’d talk tough enough to scare them away
- he thinks your hot when your mad
- at least when your not mad at him
• you guys rarely fight, but when you do you guys don’t talk for a few hours or days to the most.
• you guys always somehow find your way back to each other though,
It’s kind like your soulmates😂😉
• you guys plan on going to college near each other so you can still be together.
• you support his dream of being a marine biologist and he supports all of yours
• he got you a necklace with a z on it so everyone knows your together
- you always wears it
- he always smile when he sees it on you
• sometimes in the middle of the night you feel zach getting out of bed and when you ask him what’s wrong he’ll say he’s just checking on his sister.
• everyone knows, how much you love each other, and that one day you’ll get married and have kids, and grow old together.
- your love is unconditional
Hiiii! Good luck on your blog! May I request a sfw scenario about Jushiro finding out that it was his s/o that was once his secret admirer and left him love letters? And they're super embarrassed about it because they're not seen as the lovey-dovey type?
Gaah, Jushiro, my love! What a wholesome ask, of course I can do that! He’s second only to Shunsui in my eyes, but it’s a close second. Oh, this was so cute. I could feel myself melting into a puddle when I was done! Thank you for the well wishes! I really hope you like it!
It had taken months of careful planning–of placing notes where Captain Ukitake would find them, of roping his lieutenant into helping you hide them, and telling you when he would be out on an errand. Each time you left a letter, it was usually accompanied by a delicate lily of some kind (it varied in color, depending on the content of the letter), and was tied with a ribbon of your favorite color. Perhaps that was what gave you away…
In the end, the letters, and flowers, and general sneakiness weren’t necessary. Nearly caught in the act of leaving yet another love note on the captain’s desk, he’d arrived just after you’d entered his office. Startled–that damn old man and his talent for hiding his spirit energy–you hid the note in the sleeve of your shihakusho as you spun around, flashing him a sheepish smile. You had apologized, stating that you thought he was inside, but realized a little too late that that wasn’t the case. Being the huge sweetheart that was he, he waved it off like no big deal, pinning you with that gorgeous warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine tenderness, and your heart melted into a puddle of goo.
He was just too much, all smiles and kindness, a contrast to your slightly rougher exterior. Hell, the love letters weren’t even really your thing, but the thought of being upfront and blunt about your feelings made you so nervous you thought you would pass out. But looking into Jushiro’s beautiful green eyes, so forgiving and trusting in that moment, you couldn’t keep your feelings bottled up any longer, and they came out in a rush that you weren’t initially sure was decipherable.
“I-I-I like you!” you stuttered out. “Wou–Would you consider having lunch with me?” Color flooded your cheeks instantly, burning, and you couldn’t keep your eyes on him anymore. Your gaze shifted to the floor as you willed it to open up and swallow you whole–it would likely be less nerve-wracking than your current situation.
You could practically feel Jushiro’s eyes boring into your soul, and the gentle shuffle of his feet was much too loud in your red-tipped ears as he stepped toward you. Soft, caring fingers found themselves under you chin, gingerly easing you up. You resisted.
“___,” Jushiro said gently, “would you look at me? Please?”
Eventually you did, after much coaxing, and he happily agreed to your offer. You’d been happy as clams ever since, lunch becoming a near daily commitment, something you both looked forward to. While you remained virtually unchanged, Jushiro was all sweet words, gentle, loving caresses, and smiles when he was with you. Of course you were happy as well, even though you weren’t as verbally affectionate as he was. Your actions spoke for your feelings more than your words, and that was just fine with you both. He appreciated that you doted on him in your own subtle ways. Everything was going great…until today.
When you arrived at the Thirteenth Division barracks, Rukia greeted you as per usual, giving you a knowing wink that you ignored. There was absolutely nothing that could dampen your mood when you were on your way to see Jushiro. You had your lunch in your hands, thinking about how hungry you were as you slid the door to his office open–
To reveal him reading an extremely familiar looking piece of stationary, a ribbon dangling from where his hand gripped the letter. Your eyes widened, already knowing that he had figured it out.. Jushiro was a smart man. Your face flushed red, all the way to the tips of your ears and down your chest, as he turned to you with a knowing smile. You wondered exactly where that thing had popped up from, but couldn’t find an answer.
“Darling, were these from you?” he asked, holding your letter a little higher. Damn that thing! You should have trashed when you got the chance, but you had given so much thought and care into the thing that it would’ve been a waste, even if Jushiro never read it.
Well, now that he had, and he knew your secret, there was no turning back. That didn’t make you any less embarrassed, however. You gulped, but couldn’t form any words, and your mouth opened and closed with a snap. Jushiro looked over the moon.
“’I have a feeling that I can comprehend, In my deepest thoughts you’re more than just a friend… … I’ll love you tomorrow, I’ll love you today. I’ll love you forever, And forever always.’ Did you write this for me?” Oh, damn. When he looked at you like that, like you were the most precious thing to exist in this world, you couldn’t deny it.
But you would try.
“N-No! That’s not–! It was–! U-Um…”
“Those letters were all from you?” he pressed, still giving you that disarming smile. He eased his way closer to you, careful not to startle you because he knew how you were. Oh, and did he love the look on your face. It was so cute, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Your eyes wide, cheeks a rather impressive shade of pink, lips pursed trying to find your words; it made his heart sing. For your part, you couldn’t look him in the eye, and instead stared at his chest, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.
“I truly enjoyed those letters,” Jushiro murmured. “Every time I found a new one, it would brighten my day. I even kept the flowers until they wilted, because they were special to me.”
Slowly, you brought your gaze back up to his face, and you could have died. His expression was so tender, so full of love that your breath hitched in your throat, and if it were possible your face flushed even darker.
“You’re embarrassed,” Jushiro chuckled. In the next moment, your face was in his hands, and he was giving you softest kiss you thought you’d ever had. “I really should have noticed sooner. The letters stopped coming the day you asked me to lunch, and this ribbon–” he held it up “–it’s your favorite color.”
“W-Well, I–” You looked down again, but Jushiro wouldn’t let you stay that way. He pulled your face back up, nuzzling your noses together, coercing you into answering. “I never intended for you to find out…”
Jushiro blinked. “Why not?”
“Because… It’s embarrassing… It’s not really my thing, you know…”
“But you do feel that way?” He raised an eyebrow. Even though you knew he was teasing, you still panicked.
“Of course I do!” you assured him. Then, quieter, “I wouldn’t have written you those letters if I didn’t…”
You refused to make eye contact while Jushiro pondered you, and you were suddenly wrapped up in another toe-curling kiss that made your knees turn to jelly.
“’Your words touch my heart, Whispers of truth reflections, With fingers of love.’”
You wet your lips with your tongue, gazing up at him, then let out a small laugh. “How long have you been working on that one?”
“Hm… From about when I found your last letter.” He smiled, and wrapped you up in his tight embrace. “By that point, I knew enough that it came to me quite easily.”
“Heh, you’re much better at poetry than I am, then. That poem took me weeks…” Hiding your face in his broad chest, you breathed in his scent as you circled your arms around his torso.
“I love you, ___,” he whispered in your ear.
There was just no end to the cavity-inducing sweetness that was Jushiro Ukitake, and it wasn’t good for your heart, either. That man learned a new way to make you swoon with every passing day.
“I love you, too,” you replied without looking up, holding him a little tighter when he tried to see your face.
“Are you ever going to come out of hiding, my love?” he inquired, gently teasing again.
You shook you head.
Seeing as how you were already dying, he didn’t see the harm in picking you up and walking your lunch date out to the gardens. There, you sat under the tree that overlooked the koi pond, perched in his lap with your face buried in his neck, until your heart was calm enough to handle peering up at his handsome face. The surprisingly sneaky Jushiro stole a kiss from your pouted lips, making the color return to your cheeks once again.
He was going to be the death of you, and you were entirely okay with that.
Credit where credit is due, the poems are not mine. I’m terrible at poetry. The first one is titled “My True Love” by Hailey L. Sturgill. I took only the first and last verses of her poem. The second, the haiku, has no title, and is by someone from twitter with the handle @purelovenergy. Thank you!
Summary/Request: Requested by anon:
Hi? I’ve just found your blog and even you though you have so many lovely fan fictions, may I request one about an underweight reader? I saw the queue but if you find the inspiration, could you write a Marvel or Draco Malfoy/ reader one? I’m a little insecure myself about this, thank you :) <3
A/N: Here’s my first drabble/imagine to kick off this blog! :) It will also be posted on my ao3 account, thejugheadshow. Please let me know what you think, request something, or just message me whatever. I want friends in this fandom! :) Thanks a million and enjoy xx
You always found yourself there: across from him in a booth at Pop’s with nothing to talk about. You could easily blame that on his intelligence and say you didn’t want to sound dumb, but you along with Betty and Veronica knew the truth. You were absolutely smitten with Jughead Jones.
This arrangement wasn’t bad for you though; you’d read a book or play on your phone while he occupied the time writing his novel. Sometimes you even held small talk about your day was or how his writing was coming along. No matter how the time was spent it always ended with Jughead closing his laptop, giving you a nod, then he’d walk you home.
These walks to your house are what made you fall in love with him.
If one only took into account your interactions at school or at Pop’s, it’d seem your relationship with him was shallow, but this couldn’t be farther from the truth. On your walks home Jughead showed a side of himself you’d never seen him show anyone else before. You’d listen to him talk about his dad and Jellybean and his opinions, and he’d listen to your dreams and hopes for the future. You’d talk about stars and the world and the state of Riverdale and where you wanted to be in five years: these conversations were so precious to you. The one that left you so flustered now sitting across from him happened last night, and still had your head in a whirl.
It was windy but not enough to keep you and Jughead from walking as slowly as you could, keeping the conversation going. “(Y/N), what do you think about love?”
You shook your head and laughed, nervous about his intentions when he asked you. “I don’t know Juggie.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
Your heart had jump-started and was now beating a thousand times a minute, probably. “I think I am.”
You didn’t know why you had admitted that and you were going mad inside your head, his momentary silence only encouraging that chaos. But when you reached your front door he gave a response you hadn’t expected.
“I think I am, too.”
“(Y/N)?” His voice took you out of your thoughts, he was standing by the table offering you a hand. You blushed taking it as he helped you out of the booth, his parting words from the night before ringing inside your mind still.
When you both stepped outside into the cold, night air he questioned, “You seem lost in your thoughts, what are you thinking about?”
“I’ve just been thinking about what Betty, Ronnie and I are planning for this weekend.”
“We both know I’m not dumb (Y/N), unless you guys are planning some naughty things and that’s what left you blushing back at Pop’s.”
You playfully smacked his arm. “Oh, shut up, that’s really what I was thinking about.”
He laughed, and your heart soared at the sound. He truly was perfect to you, his laughter, his eyes, his way with words; everything about him. To any outsider looking in he was damaged, he came from a dysfunctional family, and he was too snarky and cynical for his own good. But god, he was perfect to you. “You’re doing it again.” For a second time that night you snapped out of your thoughts, embarrassed by your lack of focus. “We’d probably be discussing whether or not Pluto is a real planet if you weren’t so caught up about your hot date with Betty and Veronica.”
You gave a nervous laugh, which was a dead giveaway to Jughead as he stopped walking and turned to face you. Although you were fully aware of his keen observation skills you dared question, “what?”
“Are we going to pretend I never asked?”
You looked down at your feet, “Never asked what?”
“Don’t play dumb, I basically asked how you feel about me last night because I really like you (Y/N). It should be painfully obvious to you by now.”
Your eyes shot up to meet his. “I had no idea Jughead, was it really that obvious?”
He laughed and threw his arms up, seeming almost annoyed. “Yes, it was! It actually couldn’t have been more obvious. And you’re driving me mad with your lying, because I know you’re thinking about it. Why don’t you just tell me?”
He stepped closer to you, and you suddenly forgot how to breathe. “What do you want me to tell you Juggie?”
“Tell me, who is it you think you’re in love with?”
You nervously laughed again placing your right hand over his heart, not only to let him know but also to remind your own how to beat properly. “Shouldn’t it be painfully obvious?”
He smiled brightly at you, taking you in his arms and embracing you in the warmest hug you had ever received. You felt a great burden lift off your shoulders, you both finally knew of your affections for the other. He moved so your foreheads were touching, and staring into your eyes he answered your question and let you know, “Oh, it was.”
Author’s Note: The wedding bells are ringing! This chapter introduces some of the tension between the reader and Kylo, and training will start next chapter! I’m trying to keep Kylo’s character as canon as possible which hard because I love writing Kylo fluff! Just remember, we need some angst in this fic before we get to the fluff ;)
Thank you so much for the support so far! I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
Grey. Black. The rare stripe of red. This was the bleak colour scheme you were greeted with when you arrived on Starkiller Base.
It was far from the ornate and intricately designed walls of the Palace. There were no paintings, no lavish furnishings. You were to call this place home and yet it felt nothing like it. Give it a chance, Y/N. You commanded yourself.
“The Supreme Leader intends for your training to commence as soon as possible. Your family is being escorted to the Base as we speak, and the wedding ceremony shall take place later this evening,” General Hux informed you.
You nodded in response, keeping your eyes fixed ahead of you. Beside you, Kylo walked at a slightly slower pace, giving him time to study your expression. In the short while he had been acquainted with you, he had learned that your mind was far more susceptible when you were particularly emotional. Your outbursts in the throne room had allowed your thoughts to pour into Kylo’s mind freely. But now, he sensed nothing.
You felt the Commander’s gaze on you and you turned your head slightly in his direction. His helmet quickly snapped up and he stared forwards.
You frowned slightly. By the end of the day, you would be married to a man who you hadn’t even seen face to face yet. Truly a complete stranger.
“This is the Commander’s quarter– soon to be yours as well,” Hux gestured to a large blast door, “In the meantime, I hope that this room will suffice, Princess.”
You stepped into the room, it was rather bare, save for a dressing table and chair. In the corner, you spotted a dress zipped up on a metal frame. You sighed. Suddenly the prospect of marriage was feeling very real.
“Thank you, General. That will be all,” you said to him, not bothering to acknowledge the Commander, who seemed to have ignored your presence this entire time.
“Your Highness,” Commander Ren gave an elaborate bow, his voice saturated in a mocking tone as he and Hux left you. You cursed yourself for letting your thoughts be heard. It was clearly something you now needed to be aware of.
You closed the door behind you and made your way to the frame, unzipping the dress. You let out a genuine gasp of surprise as you revelled in the sheer beauty of it. The gown sparkled as you moved the soft fabric between your hands. It was a dark grey colour, of course, though it was the most enticing thing you had seen since setting foot on the Base.
“I’ve just been told that the dress is a gift from the Supreme Leader himself,” you immediately recognised your mother’s voice as she entered the room.
Your spirit was lifted at the mere sight of her and you quickly curtseyed before wrapping her in a warm embrace.
“How are you feeling, petal?”
“I’m fine,” you smiled, “Promise.”
“Darling, there was no dissuading your father on the matter. Since you left this morning, I’ve been trying to convince him to do something, anything–”
“It’s okay,” you stopped her, placing a hand over hers, “I’m content with the decision if it means that I can explore my abilities further.”
Your mother quickly nodded, knowing that you were telling the truth, “Speaking of which. I’m glad your father finally found out about your power.”
“I’m your mother. I do believe that it is my job to know, Y/N. Though I had hoped you would one day come to me on your own about it,” she smiled sadly.
“Well, I suppose it’s alright now. Everyone knows of my abilities,” you gave a small laugh.
“Have you been treated well?” She suddenly changed the subject.
“I, um, well yes… in the few hours I’ve actually been here, I suppose I have.”
“Even by the Commander?”
You nodded. That is, of course, if being ignored by him meant he was treating you well.
“Maker knows what’s underneath that helmet of his,” she mumbled disapprovingly.
“It doesn’t matter. If he has agreed to make me his apprentice, his appearance is a trivial consideration.”
“Yes, but he’s not just making you his apprentice is he? By tonight, you’ll also be his wife,” she said, a hint of worry in her tone.
“I can handle myself, trust me.”
“You, my darling daughter, I trust completely,” she said pointedly.
“So, the Supreme Leader eh?” You asked as you eyed the dress once more, trying to distract your mother. Though you were truly surprised to learn that he would gift you such an exquisite piece.
“Indeed,” your mother nodded, “It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It is,” a trace of a smile ghosting your lips.
“Well, I suppose I had better help you put it on and get ready,” your mother clasped her hands together.
The doors to the First Order’s throne room opened and you walked in, your arm lightly draped through your Father’s as he guided you towards the front.
You noted that only your parents, your brother and General Hux were in attendance despite the room being of such a grand size.
As you neared the front, you noticed a man standing at what appeared to be a makeshift altar. He looked young, perhaps only slightly older than yourself.
You looked around for Commander Ren, but frowned when you couldn’t find him. Surely he would be in here by now.
As you approached the young man, you noticed that he was dressed in a similar shade of grey to you. You couldn’t help but observe how handsome he was. His dark hair was held perfectly in place, his face seemed almost gentle. His eyes suddenly locked with yours and you quickly averted them. Perhaps he was the marriage celebrant.
“The Supreme Leader will conduct the ceremony himself,” your father told you quietly before leaving you face to face with the young man.
He looked at you expectantly and you returned his gaze with a confused expression. You had seen the Supreme Leader in the holo message, and he certainly did not look like the man who stood before you. So who was this?
“It was Supreme Leader Snoke’s idea to have us in matching attire,” the man finally said.
That voice… you felt as if you had heard it before. Suddenly you realised who this was, and the return of the familiar tugging sensation within you confirmed this. Underneath the helmet, Kylo Ren was just an ordinary man.
You heard him huff at that last thought and you scowled slightly. You felt as if he had invaded your mind too many times to count since this morning, and you were far from pleased about it because you knew you couldn’t do the same to him.
The Commander looked forward as the Supreme Leader’s towering hologram appeared before you.
“Commander Ren. Princess Y/N, welcome.”
You gave a slight bow, unsure how exactly to conduct yourself in front of the hologram.
“I trust that the General will attend to any further formalities afterwards, but now, I would like to complete this ceremony as soon as possible.”
And indeed, the ceremony was over before you even realised it had started. It was hardly the sort of ceremony you had expected for your wedding, but then again, this wasn’t exactly the most conventional of circumstances. You had both delivered your vows with little conviction and Snoke’s image soon disappeared after he expressed his well wishes for the commencement of your training tomorrow.
“Follow me,” the Commander instructed you.
“Commander, if I may just have a moment to say goodbye?” You asked, suddenly feeling very aware of the fact that you were now more bound to the First Order than ever before.
He gave a quick nod before striding out of the throne room.
Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you went to your family. When would you see them next? Would you see them?
“They will treat you well here, my child,” your father said. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to reassure you or himself.
You nodded before turning to your brother. He smiled sadly as he wrapped you in a hug, “Promise me you’ll look after yourself.”
“Only if you promise to look after our parents,” you replied.
“Of course.” He said, gently wiping a tear from your eye, “We’ll see you soon.”
Finally, you turned to your mother, hugging her before she could speak.
“He’s rather handsome,” she whispered to you as she held you tightly. You could tell that she was doing her best to hold back tears.
You pretended not to hear her as you said your final goodbyes, mentally congratulating yourself for not crying as much as you had expected.
You gave your family one last wave before meeting the Commander outside of the room.
“Thank you, Commander. I–”
“We are equals in this union. I would rather you call me Kylo.”
“As you wish, Co– Kylo.”
As he marched down the hallway, you followed closely behind him. You vaguely remembered this area as being close to Kylo’s quarters.
He entered something in a keypad on the wall and the blast doors opened.
You contained your amazement at the small apartment- like quarters that greeted you. You entered what appeared to be a foyer, directly in front of you lay Kylo Ren’s helmet and what you assumed was his lightsaber. Your gaze lingered on it for a moment longer than necessary.
You heard him clear his threat and you looked up immediately.
“This is where you will sleep,” he said as he led you in to the bedroom. A large bed was placed in the centre. You smirked as you noticed the bed linen was entirely black. Such a surprise.
“Does something amuse you, Princess?”
“What? Uh no, it’s nothing,” you looked up at him, almost forgetting that he no longer wore that helmet. A frown was visibly plastered on his face. “And it’s Y/N, by the way.”
“I know your name,” he retorted.
“Then perhaps you should learn to use it– As you said, we are equals in this union.” You finished, feeling quite pleased with yourself. It was far easier standing up for yourself when he didn’t have his face covered.
You heard Kylo sigh as he started to unbutton the front of his shirt.
Heat suddenly travelled to your cheeks as you anticipated what was to happen. How could have not thought about this before? It was your wedding night after all…
Reluctantly, you began to unzip the back of your dress. Silently thankful that it was low enough for you to reach it yourself. All the while, your thoughts were in a wild flurry as you tried to mentally prepare yourself.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Before you could slip off the gown, you looked up at Kylo in confusion, “I thought that you wanted to…” you trailed off when you saw that Kylo had unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a thinner undergarment underneath.
A brief look of surprise flashed across Kylo’s face, “No. No, there’s no need for that. You can change in there, the contents of your wardrobe was brought here with your family,” Kylo pointed to the closet.
You quickly entered, eager to hide your absolute embarrassment at how ridiculously you had just acted. The man is your Mentor, you fool. What did you think was going to happen?!
You tried to console yourself at the sight of your familiar clothing. At least something on this Base wasn’t tainted by dull colours.
You felt Kylo’s presence lingering by the doorway to the closet and you decided now might be an opportune moment to try and grasp an idea of what he was thinking. You focused on his mind, tugging at anything that might grant you full access. You were far too accustomed to reading people’s thoughts on the Palace that it was almost refreshing for you to be unable to read Kylo Ren’s.
“You’ll need to try harder than that,” you heard his voice from the other side of the door. He sounded indifferent.
Sighing, you quickly changed into a nightgown and hung your dress up.
You made a beeline for the bed, but stopped abruptly, “Do you have a preference?” You pointed to the bed.
He had moved to the other side of the room, half facing you as he shook his head. You took the the side closer to you and waited for the other side to dip when Kylo’s weight was placed on it. But that never came.
“Are you not going to sleep in the bed?”
“Are you sure?
“You ask too many questions.”
“Well this bed is enormous, there’s ample room for two,” you assured him. It was true, the bed could easily accommodate you both without either of you needing to come anywhere near one another.
“I said no.”
“Alright, well there’s no need to get angry at me for suggesting it,” you mumbled innocently.
But Kylo Ren had heard the comment.
“Perhaps you forget who you are speaking to,” he growled.
You raised an eyebrow, “Then perhaps you have also forgotten. I may not be the Commander of the First Order but as the daughter of a King I will not allow myself to be ridiculed by you!”
“Then you must be weaker than the Supreme Leader suspects,” he sneered. His voice suddenly sounded different. You noticed that he had put his helmet on and changed into his usual attire.
“Where are you going?” You asked, suddenly curious as to why Kylo did not engage in the conversation further.
He ignored your question, “I expect you in the training room at daybreak,” he said before storming out of your now shared living quarters.
You groaned, the sound being muffled as you buried your head into the pillow.
Utter exhaustion meant that sleep found you easily after Kylo Ren had left. But not before a thought flashed through your mind: What in the galaxy did I agree to?
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Request: Hi. Can I request number 65 for Winn (Supergirl) for the 100 followers week please. The reader is an alien and she’s not used to people caring about her because from where she’s from it’s all about owning people and claiming debts. So she throws herself into being a hero ( she could have powers of compulsion) and she gets. Starts of with angst and then please go to fluff. Thank you
A/N: Of Course! This is my first ever Winn fic! I hope you like it and I got him right. Thank you for requesting and following!
Pairing: Winn Schott x Fem!Reader
65. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
How a simple apartment move-out turned into a total clusterf*ck.
Had a great job, boss was fired, they scammed me, fell on hard times, nobody’s fault but my own. Had to rent an apartment for a very long, ugly year.
Got a huge, pretty new apartment for about $1,000, but had to meet income requirements, which sadly I did.
Right before move-in find out the garage and water aren’t included, and will cost extra, and that my 1-year lease is actually 5-months. Too late now, fine. Then find out I’m not allowed to use my own washer and dryer, but have to pay $100/month for theirs. $100 A MONTH??? Okay, fine, whatever. Turns out this was all to plan. This is how they get you.
From move-in on, things are bad. Roaches in the kitchen, everything falling apart, and despite being a very new building, the walls are paper thin. Turns out he’s a an unabashed new era slumlord. He gets massive tax-credits for renting to low-income people, but there’s no requirement to actually rent to them (us) for cheap, just that we’re there.
Fifth month ends and I get my lease renewal. That $1,000 jumps to $1,450, which is WAY above market for this place, or ANY place in the area.
I sign for another 6-months but start planning to move out. I start hearing from all the neighbors that I’ll “never get the deposit back,” and it makes sense, considering what scummy dirtbags these people are. I make friends with everyone in the office, keep my place clean and stay out of trouble.
Move-out time comes. Everything is left perfect and I not only take pictures, but a 10-minute room by room walkthrough on video. Literally nothing is out of place. No damage, no mess, nothing. Move-in ready.
Get the letter and my $500 deposit is gone PLUS I need to pay them another $275 for the damages… here we go.
I tell him I documented everything, there’s nothing to bill me for and demand a receipt. He sends over a hand-written, illegible invoice for a company with a name (that can’t be found on Google) and no contact information.
I was prepared for this.
I launched a website about the apartment complex and pre-stocked it with about 50 articles detailing in 100% truthful ways how they are dishonest and unscrupulous. I used screengrabs from their website where it said you could use the cabana, even though you couldn’t. That there was a media room for parties, but no sign up and no way to use it. I showed tenant reviews on websites dating back years even before I was there… and I kept negotiating.
First, he waived the $275 premium, but no way man, I wanted my $500 back, and I was just bitter enough to get it.
Meanwhile, because of my new job (SEO at the time) I was able to out-rank him in searches for his own apartment building. If you Googled it during your apartment search, you founnd my site about how evil it is at #1, not his official site at about #4.
We talked on the phone, and while he was still unaware of the site (rolling out a new article every day,) he set the final offer at keeping $300. I told him I need all of it, and that was that. Anything less would be cause for “continued action,” and I knew he didn’t know what I was inferring by that.
He mailed the $200 check, but still didn’t know about my site… well, have to fix that.
Called a former neighbor and told them the dish. She was a busybody, and sure enough, two days later I got a FURIOUS call, not from the manager, but from the owner. This guy owns a dozen properties like this, each with 300-500 units, and now I’m wasting his time personally. This was getting tasty.
I explained what happened, but he already knew, and at this point 30-articles had run, some of which were picked up by other websites (which I may, or may not have been a contributing editor to at the time.) I never lied, I never exaggerated, I just reported the honest truth. No legally actionable problems on the horizon.
He said, “look, I’ll give you the $300, just take this down!” I explained I couldn’t do that. They had the opportunity to do the right thing before the site went up, but to take it down now would be tantamount to extortion, and that would be illegal.
Over the next week (with another 7 articles dropping like clockwork) he tried ten different ways to goad me into extorting him, but I just wasn’t interested. No, he drew the line in the sand, I was just staying on my side of it, legally, if not morally.
Ultimately, he decided that since I was “so good at web stuff,” he should hire me for $1,000 to do some promotion for him. I said, “Okay, but you know this is TOTALLY separate from my site and our disagreement.” And he agreed.
I met him at his office, we worked up a plan, I did about thirty minutes of work and he cut me a check for $1,000.
So what did I do with the website? Well I certainly didn’t take it down… What? We agreed that was separate!
But I didn’t add any new content and turned off the auto-renewal, so 10ish months later, it faded away.
Fair is fair, right?
I could list for you dozens of ways they were shady as f*ck, but this is already too long.
REQUEST/PROMPT: “I almost lost you” + height difference
WORD COUNT: 1,533 (sorry it’s kind of short - or at least short for me)
GENRES/WARNINGS: Slight smut but not really, slight angst, cannon-level violence.
ADDITIONAL NOTES: This is about as close to smut as I will ever get. I have no idea where the gif is from (i found it on google images and it had no source when i went to the page). Title is from “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off” by panic! at the disco. I tried making a post with a gif, I hope it looks okay. Enjoy!
We had a few details about Monchevy first night together, but we didn’t actually get to know how they met. This is what I imagined.
Disclaimer : This is my first fanfiction in english, which means there will be mistakes. Apology in advance.
It had been an excruciatingly long evening.
Louis had been, as always, the prime reason for it. Everyone swirled around him, complimented him, praised him - he was the King after all, the Sun King. He shone on the court and everyone was mesmerized.
That particular night, Philippe felt more jealous than ever. He had already forgotten the reason for his row with his brother, but was still left sulking about it in a corner of the room.Sometimes, Philippe felt a little childish, but it was almost always forgotten, submerged by his visceral envy for the King’s life.
Philippe restrained the grin spreading on his face and slowly turned around, facing the man who has called him. Finally, he was noticed. The stranger was a bit younger, with curly blond locks and a twinkle in his eyes, bowing his head before him.
“Philippe, Chevalier de Lorraine.” He smiled. “It is a wonderul honor to meet you, Monsieur.”
Philippe looked at the man before him, a feeling of safety growing in his stomach. He suddenly felt compelled to tell him about his misery.
“Well, I won’t keep you any longer. Surely you’re waiting to meet my brother.” He said, turning around to face the table he was sat at.
“Actually,” the Chevalier countered, “By coming here, I’ve been meaning to meet you.”
Philippe couldn’t have held his smile any longer. He turned around a second time and looked at the newcomer.
“Would you fancy a walk in the gardens ?” He proposed.
“I would, Monsieur.” He answered.
As they strolled in the royal gardens, Philippe couldn’t help but admire the Chevalier’s face in the dim light. He talked a lot but always with knowledge on the topic, walked fast but made his pace match his, and he often let his face do the talking for him, which Philippe found endearing.
“Even though you aren’t the King, Monsieur, I have heard a lot about you in my circle of friends.”
“Really ?” Philippe, although a little incredulous, felt his heart warm up with pride.
“Really. They praise your elegance, your skills in war, your grace and beauty. they say you are of the same stature as his majesty.”
Philippe stopped on his tracks. “I can’t possibly believe you.”
“Oh, but it’s the truth, your highness. I confirm it all now that I’ve met you in person.”
He looked at him with a gaze the Duke knew too well. Although he didn’t believe the Chevalier’s compliments, he very well knew his reputation : the one of a libertine.
“You’re even greater than those rumors.” The blond man kept going.
“I am not.” He sighed. “What do you want from me, Chevalier ?”
“I couldn’t possibly say it, Sire. I would be too afraid of your reaction.” He admitted.
Philippe had to ask. “Do you wish to be the one who keeps me off my libertine habits ?”
The man blushed. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Monsieur. I simply want to be your friend.”
Philippe felt stupid. He had misread the situation, and didn’t know what stung most, his embarassment or the Chevalier’s reaction.
“Although… I feel like we could be very close friends.” The younger man whispered.
Philippe sensed his breath against his cheek, and smiled at the closeness.
“What sort of close friends ?”
As their lips met, in the darkened royal gardens, Philippe couldn’t help but feel like the evening had passed too fast.
Fun fact : Monsieur and Chevalier met as children (respectively 10 and 7) and became lovers 8 years after (at 18 and 15), so that is absolutely not historically accurate.