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isa-ghost · 10 months

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Reading your journal thing rn and damn that's a ride XD

Was curious at "figure out a communication method that my skepticism can’t debunk" and honestly should've guessed that it'll end up being tarot, these little shits (affectionate) never fail to feel me called the fuck out lmao. A pendulum was my guess tbh (pendulum & dice were my first tools)

But also, damn Leviathan & Michael? - you're in very good hands. (the rest likely too, just no experience with them). Think... healing, recovery, shadow work, trauma work... Both of course have different approaches, but when they intend to help you get better, they mean it.

And your response to my ask - yeah, I tend to be drawn to the ones that feel like powerful friends as well, rather than the ones that expect me to walk on eggshells and overthink every action... imo that makes things a lot less stressful.

"He loves slapping me with my Spotify playlist" - Leviathan used to do that to me lmao. Me: trying to chill. Leviathan: okay but what if we think about *growth* instead??

Honestly, everything you're saying sounds promising and you sound excited :3

Heard only good things about Apollo tbh, but don't know much personally, I'm more familiar with demons ;) - A

YES I was so hesitant to use a pendulum at first because it's easy to go "no that was me moving. No it was already swinging like that. No the fan blew on it and made it move. Etc." I still often ask questions twice or even three times to confirm the answer is legit and I make sure the pendulum is absolutely still before I ask a question, so that any movement is Definitely An Answer after. Tarot, however, doesn't lie, and WOWIE do Apollo and Levi love to go for the throat. It's very funny.

Last night before Leviathan was like "yeah I scratched you, L. Anyway put Ashton on the mic I want him dead rn," I was doing a reading with Apollo because I'd seen a crow while I was out, which usually means "Isa I have words." And he basically came outta nowhere with 4 cards that were basically like "take a wellness break, all your major obligations are dealt with, things at home are peaceful, you're doing great sweetie." And I was bewildered bc he'd made it sound like I was super stressed out but I really wasn't.

I was scrambling and probably overthinking that he was referring to something specific when he was just speaking generally, but when I asked him if it was just a plain message with the pendulum, its movement was basically the spiritual equivalent of him going "EEEHsorta? ... You'll figure it out later."

Leviathan hasn't personally obliterated me with anything but literal Lake Michigan waves yet, but he basically turned my friend Ashton into soup last night, so I know I'm definitely in good hands and whenever he DOES have a tarot message for me, I'm lovingly dead meat. I always joke that he's my Paranormal Activity Demon, he claimed me as a baby and he'll fuck up anyone who touches his blorbo.

Michael is probably the third most present entity of the five, despite him lurking rather than working with me. My sister is,,, Desperately In Need Of Therapy and refuses to get it, so she's A Lot /Neg. I'd confidently say she's verbally/emotionally abusive to me, let's just say that. And Michael gets very defensive of me about it. He got into it more in that reading I mentioned about Family Matters in the post. He's also been like "Its ok bestie I got you" while I've been in churches for weddings and whatnot.

Ceridwen has had a single message for me, which was basically "hey dummy, start talking to Levi and I more, I know you're only confident in talking to Apollo but you gotta talk to us in order to get that far too." And this poor woman. I was misunderstanding the cards so hard, I ended up pulling like 6 more cards and asking questions that all got progressively more exasperated "NO"s. Like mom I am so sorry, I'm a huge dumbass omg. So eventually I gave up and talked to the friend who found out these 4 were around me in the first place bc she was the first one to start working with Ceridwen, and right away she was like "yeah no you were overthinking so hard, she meant this." I have yet to get anything else from her, but our group has gotten to the point where if more than one of us works with a certain entity (nearly all of us work with Apollo. After he picked me, he went on his "actually I want this whole server" arc, which is funny bc we're all art kids and that's His Thing. Multiple of us work with angels, Morrigan, Ceridwen, Thor, Aphrodite, Athena, and Asmodeus, just to name a few), we can ask the others to help discern what the entity is trying to tell us if we can't figure it out for ourselves.

Morrigan hasn't said anything to me directly Or through other friends yet. Which tbh is on brand for her I think, she's probably the most intimidating entity present in the server. Has big Disciplinarian Stern Mom Woman Of Her Word energy. She said she'd lurk and she meant it, whereas Michael lurks but he'll be like "heeeyy :>"

Overall I Definitely feel like I'm in good hands. I've looked up symbols for all of them, so when I'm out of the house there's a high chance at least one of them (usually Apollo) makes me laugh because I see something and I'm like "REALLY DUDE?" They're all really good at making it known they're here.

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mykingdomforasong · 2 years

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Skysolo where Han is a chef and Luke is a cute regular

T, Han's pov + Han Solo trying to ignore his feelings and failing completely. I'm also picturing this vaguely in the 1990s/early 2000s

[always accepting any prompt ideas. Gonna try to write more this weekend]

The greasy spoon diner Han found himself in was suppose to be a temporary stepping sone as he got settled in a new city. Really, his culinary skills could be put to better use making a mushroom risotto instead of bacon cheese burgers. But that wasn't in the cards yet.

And, anyway, it wasn't all bad. At least once a week one of those bacon cheeseburgers went to a handsome young professional-looking-type. Yuppie by day, Earring Magic Ken by night.

Luke was a regular on Monday nights, always taking a seat at the counter right in front of the window into the kitchen, letting him see Han in all his hair-netted glory.

He'd been a regular since before Han got hired, but Han had become fond of him. He'd started folding a paper placemat in half and scrawling "reserved" on blank side, making sure Luke always had his stool. Han had even started wearing his earring again; the window gave Luke a clear view of his right ear and single stud.

"Happy Monday," Luke said, picking up his reserved sign and tucking it into his shirt pocket.

"Your usual?" Han asked.

Luke nodded. Han wasted no time throwing his burger on the grill, ignoring the few other orders that had come in ahead.

He watched Luke through the window, trying to be subtle. The days were getting shorter, so the deep orange light of sunset was already flooding through the windows, making Luke's hair look almost ginger. He was reading some novel Han couldn't make out the name of, and he'd undone the top few buttons of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves. Han could tell he was strong under all the business casual.

Luke licked his finger to turn the page, and Han looked away, blaming the heat on his face on the flat top. He flipped Luke's burger, letting the sizzle hide his deep sigh.

He needed a smoke.

When Luke's burger was assembled and in the window, he shouted to Chewie that he was stepping outside.

"You told me you were trying to quit," Luke said. "Said not to let you go outside."

Han leaned forward on the window. "How'd you know I'm going out to smoke?"

Luke shrugged, his face red. "You're easy to read."

Han's heart or whatever did a little flip in his chest, not that he cared about it too much.

"Yeah well," He tried to think of something to say, "guess I won't go. Since I've got such a good smokers-anonymous sponsor and all."

Luke smiled. His food was still sitting still in the window. Han moved out of the kitchen into the dining room, and then behind the counter. He dropped Luke's plate in front of him.

"What great service," Luke said.

"I'm use to classier, faster-paced places," Han said. "I can make you something nicer one of these days."

"If you're so used to nicer places, what are you doing here?"

"I like the customers more," Han said. He spared Luke the sob story of there not being a single other job in this city. Besides, it wasn't a total lie.

"Well, if the chef ever does have recommendations, I'm open to some change," Luke said, biting into a fry.

"They don't have the stuff I'd need here. But I could probably whip you up something good at my place, if you'd ever be interested." He was already making a menu in his head.

Luke nodded. He took the "reserved" sign out of his pocket along with a pen that looked too rich for Han's blood. He wrote his phone number on it, before sliding it back to Han.

[I might write smut for this eventually 👀. It's about time I actually write some bottom Han instead of just implying it.]

#skysolo #han solo #luke skywalker #my writing

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theiris-storyvault · 2 years

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In Another Life

Jungkook X Reader / Taehyung X Reader

Warnings: None!

Genre: Angst

a/n: Writer's block sucks! I've been meaning to write more now that I'm a little bit more flexible with my schedule but I'm clueless! Blank, to say the least. So, I'm writing whatever comes to mind and I hope you enjoy it!

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As kids, we make promises as often and as quick as we can; and though it seems half meant given that we make it on a whim, we most of the time take it to heart and it makes a mark on us whether we'd want it to or not. Often, it's one-sided, a favour type of promise, but sometimes, we make promises with someone important, like a best friend. But of course, as time passes by, we tend to forget about these promises or even break them in the process without meaning to, but that doesn't mean we lied. A broken promise is not always a lie. Sometimes, life just gets in the way, or fate had never really had it in the cards for either of you.

It all started at 12 years old. When little you, had made a promise with little him, thinking it would last a lifetime. "Hey stink! pinky promise me one thing." Jungkook emerges from his almost dozed-off state to look over at you. "Okay, what?" He asks. You move over to him, slipping tightly by his side on the love seat. "When we're 30, and both single, we should get married." You propose. For a minute, he was silent, you watch him think to himself for a moment. "If we get married, can my dog be my best man?" he asks, making you laugh. "Whatever you want." You say. He smiles, raising his pinky to you, "Good, that's a deal then, smelly!". You smile back, looping your finger with his sealing the deal.

At 18, you went to prom together. Stupidly, dressing up in matching colors, with Jungkook bringing plastic flowers as a joke, and you with a corsage made from ribbon from a cake box and a Pokemon figure. You had been crowned Prom Queen and King for being so eye-catching. As best friends, you did nothing but enjoy and laugh your asses off judging everyone that entered the dining hall. "She's a 5 for wearing such an ugly shade of green." You say while chewing on your food. "Think you're quite too kind, smelly. I'd give her a 2. The ribbon on her waist AND chest? what is she? a Christmas ornament?" He comments making you erupt in laughter. The night ends with the most awaited slow dance. With everyone piling in the middle of the dance floor, you both decided to dance at the back of the room where no one was. You had both arms around his neck as he had his on your waist. "Stink, If we were to get married, do you think we'd dance like this?", You as curiously as you looked at him. He chuckles, shaking his head. "No way, we'd be way too into it and dance to something like Sorry Sorry and break into Fantastic Baby" He replies making you laugh even more. There was something about Jungkook that made you feel so reassured. That no matter how uncertain everything is, for as long as Jungkook was around, you'd figure it out eventually.

At 25 everything was different. Life had gotten tougher, and along with it were responsibilities that took most of your time. Now, time with Jungkook had been less and less. Although it didn't affect your friendship, it still sucked that at times you needed him he couldn't be there and when he needed you, often you were somewhere far. However, in the process of everything, you met a great man. Kim Taehyung. He was everything you wanted and possibly more to be oh so cliche. He'd been your new source of smiles. He knew you by heart and desired to know more. You found comfort in him, and before you know it, you were falling in love.

"I'm telling you, stink! You and Taehyung would get along so well! He sounds so much like you when we talk." You say over FaceTime as your best friend stares right back at you expectantly. "This boyfriend better be as good as you talk him up to be. I want to be able to tell him how smelly your farts are, just to see if he'd run away" He warns, and you gasp, "No fucking way you're telling him that! Yours are more deathly FYI"

Now you were finally 30. You believe that you've grown smarter and bolder as you age. Thinking back at the things you'd been wishing to accomplish by this time, you were satisfied, to say the least; Living in a cozy home, being employed in a job you'd been dreaming about, being healthy, and most of all, engaged. On the eve of your 30th birthday, Taehyung surprised you with a small gathering to which family and close friends were invited. It was the first time Jungkook met him, and like you said, they had gotten along so quick. The night progresses quickly as you enjoyed with the people you loved most, and by the time the clock struck twelve as you turned thirty, Taehyung was already on his knee asking you to marry him. "Yes!" You say, setting off huge fireworks that lit up the Seoul sky.

The wind was unexpectedly strong today. Jungkook sits on the Settee by the window as he waits for you to summon him. It was a Monday, and he wished he'd be anywhere else but here, however, how would he be able to complain? He was your best friend, it was almost as if it were a requirement to be there in the moment.

"How do I look?" You ask, walking out of one of the stalls. Jungkook's eyes trail on to you and he almost wished they didn't because now, he can't take his eyes off of you. You stood before him in a white dress he had always imagined you wearing. He was happy you were happy, but it pierced his heart. Time was still in his point of view. As he watched you turn to look at yourself, a smile on your face forming with every movement you made, he wanted just to stand up and walk away, but he couldn't. "Beautiful, as the day I met you." He says, sinking deeper into his seat. He watched you contort your face into an expression, disgusted. "Gosh, that was so cheesy, stink!" You say as you disappeared back into the room. He laughs along with you to joke but deep inside he knew it was true.

Today was the day you dreamed of, and the day Jungkook dreaded. He stands at the end of the aisle, watching you walk down to live your happily ever after with someone else. You smile at Taehyung as he wiped tears from his eyes. It was such a magical moment for you. Wishing it never had to end so that you'd feel this special forever. Upon reaching the end, Taehyung walks to you, intertwining his fingers with yours, and placing his forehead on yours. "I love you" He whispers. "I love you more" You reply. Jungkook watches, as his eyes pool slowly. A part of him was happy you were safe and loved by Taehyung, but a part of him wished it was him taking care of you instead.

The ceremony ended and was soon followed by the celebration. Jungkook sat far from the crowd, wanting to think about what he was feeling. He felt so stupid for wanting you. It was a promise you made at an age so young and yet he took it so seriously, but how couldn't he? He loved you. More than you know, and for so long. He had all the time in the world to tell you that he didn't want to be a backup plan, but instead the goal. But he was scared to lose you, more than he was scared you'd find someone else and true enough, you did. Fishing lazily into his pocket, he takes out a ring. One that he had for so long, one that he bought at 18 with all the money he saved up from working at a Dairy Queen. One he wanted to be yours. He had everything ready, but why didn't he? He could be the one dancing slowly with you, but instead, he was watching you with someone else. His focus was on the ring, rubbing it against his fingers, thinking about all the wasted time, but as soon as he saw you walking toward him, he chucks it back in his pants.

"Hey! let's dance?" You say, reaching out for his hands. He happily takes it following you out to the floor. In the same way, you danced at prom, he held you against him. The same song, the same feeling, but in a different atmosphere and time in life. "Thank you for being here, my man of honor." You whisper. With tears threatening to fall, he smiles suppressing them. "Always." He answers shortly. Maybe in another life, it was him you'd marry, just like you promised.

#bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts boyfriend #bts reactions #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook angst #taehyung scenarios #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #bts angst

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servin-up-surveys · 1 year

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survey #108

(also taken january 30th; uploading surveys taken while gone)

How many people have you kissed in a car? I know at least two, but maybe three.

Do you and your best friend have an inside joke? Kinda, yeah. Probably multiple, really.

What was the last thing you ate? For dinner I had this microwavable shrimp with linguini thing. The shrimp was way too fishy, but the noodles were fine.

When was the last time you had a genuine smile? Earlier today, as Mom and I were getting ready to ride out somewhere and Cookie got EXTREMELY excited. She absolutely adores carrides, and if she even THINKS we're going somewhere, she gets hype as hell and jumps in her carrier, then out to run to Mom, then back... It's absolutely adorable.

Who was the last person in your bed besides you? Girt.

Do you miss anyone currently? I actually really miss Girt, but I'm not seeing him 'til this weekend.

What are you listening to right now? I'm watching/listening to WoolieVS play Elden Ring. Been working through it for like, well over a month now, but it's a super long game and it's not always what I have on in the background.

How often do you watch the news? Literally never. The only times I ever have were the times I've been in the psych hospital, because it was allowed to roll in the morning for I think an hour. I promise you there wasn't a damn better thing to do, so usually I'd watch it just to be doing something.

What is the worst lie you’ve ever told? I don't know and would rather not try to think of what it could be.

Do you have a fan in your room? Yeah.

Have you ever egged a house? No, because I'm at least a half-decent fucking human being. My childhood house was egged once, though, around Halloween. To this day I have no idea why the hell anyone did it, we didn't bother a damn soul.

What about TP’d a house? Also no, that's despicable, and I WOULD say childish, but even the young kids I know wouldn't do that bullshit.

Do you like pranking people? I really don't.

Have you ever hatched an egg? In I think kindergarten, yes. We raised a chick in an incubator.

Would you consider yourself more of a cat or dog person? Cat, but I like dogs too.

How tall was the tallest person you’ve dated? Girt is, and he's exactly 6', I think.

Do you have a debit card? I don't own a debit or credit card.

How long have you known the last person to leave you a comment? She's been my acquaintance since high school. I always wanted to get to know her better so kinda recently I sent her a friend request and she's actually been talking to me quite a bit and just being REALLY nice and I honestly hope it grows into a real friendship.

Do you have any big plans this weekend? It's my birthday weekend so yeah. <3 Saturday my family + Girt's immediate family are going out to The Cheesecake Factory to eat, and then Girt's staying the night to be there Sunday/my actual birthday. That day we're gonna get some donuts instead of a cake, I decided I really wanted Krispy Kreme lmao. Tragically Tobey is coming over that day too even though I have no interest in seeing her, but whatever, telling her no would not go well.

What would you do if you found out your ex was pregnant/fathered a child? I couldn't care less if it was Juan or Tyler. Aaron, I'd be happy for him, he'd be an excellent father. I'd be very concerned if Sara was pregnant, regardless of what I feel about her; her body could not handle that, and she knows that too. If I found out Jason had a kid/was having a kid, I can promise you I would either vomit or faint, or both. Both is a very real possibility. I'd absolutely have an emotional breakdown, too, of that I can bet my entire life on. It doesn't matter that I don't want that with him anymore, trauma is trauma.

Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in front of you? Uhhhh probably Dad?

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I'd like to kiss him for the rest of my life, at least that's what I plan.

Who was the last person to hold your hand? Girt.

Would you sing in front of a large crowd? Nope.

Have you ever jumped out of a moving car? Yeesh, no.

What’s a song no one would think you’d like, but you actually love? I mean there's quite a good deal of those, honestly. Trying to pick a REALLY surprising one, uhhhh... OH YEAH that fucking "Shake That" song by Eminem and Nate Dogg, idc I get a kick out of it 😭

Are you talking to anyone? If so, who? Not at this moment.

Have you ever been to Florida? Yeah, that's where my grandmother lived, so we would visit rarely.

Are you broke right now? Technically, yeah. I have $400 personally that was gifted to me that's going towards my tattoo, but my mom, whose house I live in/the person who pays the bills, is back to being broke, I've found out; it's absolutely fucking ludicrous how my mom had to burn her portion of the inheritance ASAP because if she didn't, she would've been forced off disability and then when that money ran out, we'd be entirely fucked.

How did you react when your first pet died? Well, I was a baby when the dog my parents had died, so I obviously didn't understand at all; I don't even remember her. I'm not sure who my first REAL pet was that died... but most likely a cat, and I'm sure I reacted poorly.

Have you ever drawn anime? No, it's not my personal art style.

Do you like bathing/showering? No, because it's a legitimately painful and very exhausting task for me, even with a shower chair.

Have you ever hurt someone for your own entertainment? What the fuck, no.

If you could write a book, what would it be about? It would probably be some spin-off of RP plots/stories I've done. Maybe an AU version of one.

Do you think most people understand you? Absolutely not, not "most."

Do you have any taboo fetishes or preferences? I don't have a fetish, but by "preferences" I feel like you're including kinks here in which case there is something not everyone would be into that I am but I'm not gonna share that.

What is the emotion you seem to feel most strongly? Um... probably sadness. Or self-disgust. Loneliness. Idk.

What are your top three biggest fears? Living alone on the streets, never being truly happy, and Mom dying.

What do you want to be remembered for? As a woman who never gave up and also invited people to be comfortable in themselves, and absolutely as a person who cared very much for others and was always willing to be a shoulder to cry on. I also want people to associate the love of all animals with me.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep in your adult life? Oh yes. That was a very, very common thing in 2016 especially.

What do you think is the meanest thing you’ve ever said to someone? I'm not going there.

Do you miss any of your exes? There are some traits about Jason I miss that Girt isn't as strong in, but I don't miss Jason as a partner.

How many people have you slept with? I've done sexual things in bed with two people.

What kind of sauce do you eat your chicken nuggets with? Normally ketchup, sometimes honey mustard.

Are you someone’s best friend? Well, Girt calls me his best friend, but I'm his girlfriend so that's kinda to be expected. I'm not anyone else's best friend.

Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Drive-thru, almost always.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My dad, I think. It's possible I've briefly talked to Mom since though, idk.

Have you ever been to a Chinatown in any of the cities you’ve been to? I've never even seen one in person.

How old was the oldest person you’ve dated? Officially a Facebook creeper, I finally looked up Juan to learn how old he is and right now he's 31. So when we dated for less than 24 hours in high school I woulda been 15/almost 16, and he would've been uhhh around 19 or 20... oh my god ew.

Do you know anyone who has their own podcast? Not that I'm aware of.

Where did your last kiss take place? My bed.

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? Oh yes, I loved reading. I wish I was still AS into it as I once was.

^ What were some of your favorite books? I really liked Junie B. Jones books, The Magic Treehouse, and the Hank the Cowdog series. As a pre-teen or teen I got into Warriors and read that series for many years.

Do you have any dietary restrictions? No.

Which of your good habits has made the biggest positive difference in your life? My resilience and persistence.

Do you watch YouTube videos a lot? Basically constantly; one is at least always on in the background.

Do you have an embarrassing period story? I don't THINK I do.

Would your life be at risk if someone knew everything about you? No; the secrets I keep are entirely harmless but just things I'm embarrassed by so don't share.

Would you ever name a child after yourself? Absolutely not, I honestly really hate when people DO do that because how far up your own ass can you be.

What is the stupidest thing anyone’s ever said to you? Who the hell even knows.

What’s the most amount of weight you’ve gained from a medication? I absolutely refuse to share this because it's absolutely humiliating. I will die before I take Abilify ever, ever again. It brought my metabolism to basically a full halt, and my shitty doctor continued to blame my weight gain on me. Stopped it when I got a new doctor that IMMEDIATELY knew that was the issue, and guess what, I ended up losing like 70-ish pounds.

Do you have a professional camera? Yeah, it's a Canon EOS Rebel T6.

Do you like rose gold? I LOVE rose gold.

Do you kiss a lot of people? Not at all; I only kiss Girt romantically and then I sometimes will kiss my nieces or nephew on the head.

Who was the last person to hear you cry? Girt and Mom.

How old do you want to be when you have kids? As of right now I don't want kids, but if I for whatever reason do change my mind, I'd be very nervous about getting pregnant past 40. Even late 30s would make me worry. I don't think I could go through finally deciding I'm ready for a child, get pregnant, and then lose the baby because I'm not the best age to be having kids.

How do you like your soda? I have a strong preference for it cold, but it's not mandatory at all. Soda is soda to me, as much as I WISH I was pickier.

Do you know anyone that has a gecko as a pet? Mazzy! (: I also very seriously want a fat-tailed gecko one day.

When was the last time you weighed yourself? Maybe a little over a week ago.

Do you know anyone with exaggeratedly big muscles? I don't think so.

What is your favorite endangered animal? That would probably be the P. metallica/Gooty Sapphire Ornamental/peacock tarantula, known for being a beautiful bright blue. Very popular in the hobby, but trafficking them from the wild is still horribly common and is putting them at risk. Ironic because they're well-bred in domesticity, but people still rip them out of the wild... I doubt this will be applicable to anyone, but just saying, research where you get your spiders from, because poaching is depressingly common. Pick people who emphasize domestic breeding.

Does it make you cringe when people pop their knuckles? HOLY FUCK YES, I CANNOT HANDLE IT. Girt can very loudly pop like every joint in his body and he drives me insane with it. Sometimes he forgets to warn me he needs to so I can close my ears and I cannot stop myself from freaking out.

Do you respect authority? If they deserve that position of authority.

Have you ever milked a cow? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

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shespeaksinsongs · 2 years

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🎀 my melody - send me a sfw idea hc about a hp character and i'll either write a hc list, or tell you what i think of it!

Oh God he's so clingy

yes fs. very fluffy content ahead. fluffier than the blurb i wrote that i said was the fluffiest thing i'd ever written. i was wrong. this is fluffier.

waking up in the morning and trying to leave never works out how you need it to. "five more minutes" turns into "fifteen more minutes" turns into "forever", until you look at the clock and realize both of you are gonna be late if you don't get up and get ready now.

"bye, baby." he says sadly, hugging you tightly, as you furrow your eyebrows and speak.

"draco, we literally work in the same office, why are you saying goodbye to me?"

draco swings your hands, interlacing his fingers with yours again. "i know, but our cubicles are so far away."

you sigh, looking behind you where your desks wait for you. "they're literally right next to each other."

always kisses you before you leave, even if it's just to go get something from the other room. and when you do come back, his hands are always on you, tight on him. he loves kisses sm. anywhere, not just on your lips, although that's his favorite place to put them. he just thinks your lips are so soft and warm.

separation anxiety :( you bring him with you on all your business trips, and he brings you on his, because he can't stand being apart from you.

always telling you he loves you. even if you're not leaving. you could be laying on his chest in bed, just holding him as he's carding his fingers through your hair, whispering how much he loves you. he's glad you don't find it cheesy, either. you wish you could put your feelings for him into words as perfectly as he does.

loves massages, especially giving them. he's so tender and careful with you. it usually has a *happy ending*, but not in a rough, extremely erotic way. more in a "i love you so much, i'm so grateful we're going to be together for the rest of our lives" kind of way.

which leads me to his aftercare. ugh, this man is the king of it. after he cleans you up, he loves taking a bath, but sometimes neither of you can wait to just get under the covers and cuddle. most nights you cockwarm him, different positions, but always close to him, never letting him stray too far.

another thing: when he sleeps, he never inches away from you. he's always as close to you as possible. but because he's a man, and tall, he's warm all the time, which doesn't come in very handy during the summertime.

you: draco, i'm going to faint from heat exhaustion.

draco, feigning concern: aww, i'll take care of you, don't worry, baby.

sometimes you catch him crying alone after he realizes, time and time again, that he really could not have asked for anyone better to spend his days with. he loves everything about you, and there's not one thing he'd change.

"don't cry, baby. if you cry, you'll make me cry." you say, already tearing up as draco presses his face into the crook of your neck, sniffling.

you can feel his smile against your shoulder as he speaks, between tears. "oh, come on, love, you know i'm better at that than you."

loves pet names. literally only refers to you by your actual name when with your family, friends, or co-workers. cannot resist calling you his angel, or "love", or "baby".

sometimes he wonders if he's too much. you express how happy you are with him, and how he's changed your life for the better every day, but still, he can't help but feel as though he clings on to you too much. so sometimes, he detaches. it'll be days without him coming up to hug you, or kissing you goodnight, despite how much he wishes he could. so you confront him about it one day.

"draco, you haven't been acting like yourself. what's wrong, darling?" you ask, sitting him down on the couch next to you, trying to get him to lie his head on your lap, one of your favorite positions with him.

draco looks at the floor, his hands on your thighs as he looks up at you, who's massaging his head gently. "am i too clingy?"

you shake your head, looking at him as if he had two heads. "not at all. where'd you get that idea from, baby?" you ask, frowning at the feeling that all these days, he'd been distancing himself because he thought you were tired of him.

draco shrugged slightly, a knot still in his eyebrows. "just thought you were finally getting tired of me. thought i'd done it."

you laughed, adjusting yourself you were lying down next to him, pulling his body on top of yours, your legs tangled with each other.

"merlin, draco. you think so much. it makes you thoughtful, but sometimes you can be quite daft." you say, poking at his cheek, smiling at his relieved laughter.

"i don't think anyone on earth will ever love anyone else as much as i love you. and i'll love you more and more until we have no more days left." you said, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips, one that he'd eagerly been awaiting.

he hugged you tighter, kissing you tenderly, anywhere he could. "thank you, my love."

you smiled, rubbing his back slowly, watching his eyes close and a small smile form on his lips. "i'd do anything for you, dray."

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pipipinyyy · 3 years

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Explaining why I have added every song in my entire and very long Niragi playlist because I can and because over analyzing him is my passion (I usually update it from time to time but I'll do it with the current songs)

Completely self indulgent post, but I decided to share to feed my fellow Niragi stans (*˙︶˙*)☆*°

This is entirely based on my view of the songs and how I interpret them while thinking about Niragi. I'm aware that most of them have entirely different meanings, this is just for fun :) (Also sorry if my explanations don't make much sense, English is not my first language and I might make mistakes when trying to put my feelings and thoughts into words)

This may contain manga/s2 spoilers

Hayloft-Mother Mother: Vibes

Criminal-Britney Spears: The whole song describes him ("he is a sucker with a gun") and the fandom's obsession ("mama I'm in love with a criminal")

Daddy Issues-The Neighborhood: I feel like he would act like this, using the most vulnerable spots to pick on someone ("cry little girl, nobody does it like you do")

Psycho-Jin Dogg, OVER KILL: Vibes

Riot-Hollywood Undead: He'd definitely start a riot like he did in the 10 of hearts, burning and destroying anything that crosses his path

Bitches-Mindless Self Indulgence: He most likely thinks he's a total fuckboy and popular with girls since he can get almost anything he wants out of scarying people

Baby's on Fire-Die Antwoord: Vibes

Insane in the Brain-Cypress Hill: This man is being consumed by his own way of protecting himself

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing-Set It Off: Based on how he feels towards the people who hurt him in the past ("Listen, mark my words, one day, you will pay" "You've always been a huge piece of shit, if I could kill you, I would" "Karma is gonna come collect your debt")

Death no more-IC3PEAK: Vibes

Gasoline-I Prevail: Sort of similar to Riot, ("So burn it all down, burn it all down, I don't give a fuck")

Toxic-Britney Spears: The whole fandom knows how much of a piece of shit this dude can be, but we still find ourselves liking/enjoying his character (to an extent), a toxic addiction

Nice Guy-GRLwood: As much as I love this man, he'd use the "I'm a nice guy c'mon" card just to fuck. If he wants to, he'll get it, if he doesn't, he'll most likely get mad

Dernière danse-Indila: Vibes

TRRST-IC3PEAK: Mostly vibes, I kinda see this song as how he felt the first time he killed someone on purpose inside the borderlands ("mama they say I'm a terrorist, I did nothing wrong but I got on the blacklist")

Saint Bernard-Lincoln: Vibes

Nowhere To Run-Stegosaurus Rex: Being with him at the Beach would either be ignoring each other completely or a game of tag, no inbetween. If this man wants to kill you, he'll get his fun time out of it as well ("You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you")

The House of Wolves-Bring Me The Horizon: Based on how he sees life after being consumed by his current mental state ("Show me a sign, show me a reason to give a solitary fuck about your god damn beliefs" "What you call faith, I call a sorry excuse")

Smells Blood-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

SIU-Maretu: Similar to Daddy Issues, don't expect this man to be a therapist. If he sees anyone crying or panicking in or outside a game, he'd most likely tell them to suck it up, just like this song.

Judgement-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

MONSTER ENERGY GUN!-KevinKempt: Vibes + He for sure has an energy drink addiction, specially pre-borderlands

HURT-1 800 PAIN: Vibes

Fear Is The Mind Killer-Zheani: Vibes

I Bet on Losing Dogs: Based on how I know Niragi is toxic, and most likely unsaveable of his deteriorating mental state, but I still have him as my biggest comfort character ("I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place")

Emo Boy-Ayesha Erotica: He's been in an emo phase (and maybe still is), the lyrics are pretty self explanatory, they describe us Niragi simps perfecrly ("come on fuck me emo boy")

Crybaby-Destroy Boys: Vibes

The Fox's Wedding-MASA Works DESIGEN: Vibes

You're a useless child-Kikuo: We don't know much about his past, but judging by the unstoppable bullying he's suffered, his parents didn't care about him, or were straight up absent. He's been insulted by pretty much everyone in his past to the point of believing it and telling those things to himself ("You're a useless child, the most useless child in this world" "Drool in snot, dandruff, shit and piss" "I'm a useless child" "Nobody will save me" "I'm a lonely kid")

Take A Slice-Glass Animals: Vibes

Fighting With The Melody-Jimmy Urine: Vibes

Comics-Caravan Palace: Vibes

Rhinestone Eyes-Gorillaz: Vibes

Butch 4 Butch-Rio Romero: Mostly vibes, sort of how I think the most "peacefull" moments in a relationship with him would feel like, kind of bittersweet feeling

Suki Suki Daisuki-Jun Togawa: Yandere Niragi. If he's interested in someone, he'd go through an obsessive phase, most likely forcing the other person to "love" him. This man is so confused about the feeling of love that he's unable to tell when he loves someone or when he's obsessed with them due to his lack of attention ("Like you, like you, I love you. Say you love me or I'll kill you")

:(-The Garden: Vibes

Kitty City-Cyriak Harris: Vibes

Blood-My Chemical Romance: If Niragi went to a therapist, he'd act like this song, with his signature cocky and sarcastic personality (at least before he gets better) ("I can't control myself because I don't know how" "They can fix me proper with a bit of luck" "I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love")

A Mask of My Own Face-Lemon Demon: He feels like he needs to protect himself or else he will get hurt inside the borderlands by others again. He uses another personality, a completely ruthless one, even if he doesn't like it and hates himself for it, he doesn't see another way to deal with his fear, allowing his "new self" to consume himself. ("I'd wear that mask of my own face" "I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me")

I'm a Murderer-Freddie Dredd: Mostly vibes ("I'm a motherfucking murderer")

'Cause I'm a Liar-Mcki Robyns-P: He would lie just for fun even in serious situations. If he needs to manipulate someone to survive, he'll do it his way, after all, he doesn't care anymore, he just seeks for excitement. ("Without emotion, without devotion. It's much easier to fake something happy")

I Disagree-Poppy: I don't know exactly how to describe it, but I feel like this is how he sees and feels the world and those around him, feeling misunderstood and going his own way ("If only all of you could see the world I see, then maybe everyone could live in harmony")

Personal Jesus-Mindless Self Indulgence: He has a superiority complex, that's for sure. I don't think he sees himself as a god, but I see him joking about it

Rainbow Factory-GLAZE, WoodenToaster: Vibes

Frontier Psychiatrist-The Avalanches: I kinda see this as Aguni taking the role of Niragi's "father figure" inside the borderlands, realizing he's turning insane and is unable to control him ("That boy needs therapy")

Hate it. Hate it. "JIGAHIDAI!"-WADATAKEAKI Kurage P: Jealousy. I can see it either in a pre-borderland situation where he hates the popular students in school, or inside the borderlands hating both Chishiya and Arisu. Jealousy takes over him constructing a big ego, causing himself to develop his superiority complex ("You see, I hate that popular girl!" "Does she think I don't notice? How she looks at me as if I'm trash" "I want to be praised" "I'm different from you all, I have my own ego! I'm not a side character" "I have zero common sense. I'm special")

Villain-Stella Jang: He knows damn well he's a villain, that's his goal after all, but what if someone took his point of view? wouldn't the villains be all of those who hurted him in the first place? ("We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side, but what if we are the villains on the other")

Violent-carolesdaughter: This is how I view an argument inside a relationship with Niragi. He's used to violence, to cause fear, and getting what he wants, so being in a healthy relationship would require a lot of patience and strenght. While he's getting better and suppressing those violent actions, there will be times where he accidentally uses violence or threatens the other person unintentionally, mostly hurting himself and his partner psychologically. The lyrics change between both points of view ("Don't make me get violent, I want my ring back baby that's a diamond" "She knows I'm a wreck" "I gave you all my trust and I told you just don't break it")

Hey Bunny-Baby Bugs: Based on how I think it would feel to partner up with him inside the borderlands and catching feelings for him while knowing the huge mess he is ("Hey bunny, what's with those evil eyes?" "Hey bunny, what the hell is wrong with us?" "Hey bunny, what if I loose you too? If I become the monster, together we can always be blue")

Kokoronashi-majiko: I'm pretty sure Niragi isn't able to see himself as someone able to love, even if he doesn't want to be alone (just like when he confesses this feeling while fighting with Chishiya and Arisu). If someone truly loved him and was willing to not letting him go, it would hurt. He can't see himself as someone who can love or be loved, so he can't accept the love he's seeking for in case that turns him "weaker" making his true self confront with the protective mean personality he's created. He could learn how to accept it, so he might want the other person to stay in the end, but it wouldn't be easy for him to accept it ("It's awful, I'd rather you destroy my body, tear it to sheds, do as you please" "No matter how much I'm loved by you, my heart is just one" "I don't know this, don't leave me alone")

Nightmare Parade-FAKE TYPE.: Vibes

Slipping Through My Fingers-Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried: Niragi seeing himself loosing his young, gentle and caring personality due to his fear, being unable to control what's happening inside, nostalgia and sadness kicking in ("The feeling that I'm loosing her forever" "That funny little girl" "Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time")

Kuroneko No Tango-Pink Martini, The Von Trapps: Vibes

YKWIM?-Yot Club: Him confroting his feelings of loneliness when he's left alone with his thoughts ("It feels like I care too much when I'm alone, oh no")

Romantic Lover-Eyedress: Just appreciating his physical appearance ("She's a killer, I love her features")

Wrecking Ball-Mother Mother: Based on how he sees himself as someone who needs to destroy everything in a way or another in order to be powerful + the fun he has with it ("Call me a reckless wrecking ball" "Let's break it just because we can")

Edge-Rezz: Vibes

Freaks-Surf Curse: Again, confronting feelings when loving someone, but not in such a painful as Kokoronashi ("I need a place to stay where I can cover up my face" "Don't cry, I'm just a freak")

Little Bit-Lykke Li: Vibes

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con)-Will Wood and the Tapeworms: Vibes

PHONKY TOWN-PlayaPhonk: Vibes

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE-Måneskin: Freaky time. He would absolutely love this song, definitely his type of thing ("You could be the beauty and I could be the monster" "I wanna touch your body so fucking electric" "I wanna make you hungry, then I wanna feed you")

#BrooklynBloodPop!-SyKo: Vibes

A Cold Freezin' Night-The Books: Vibes

A Pearl-Mitski: My most favorite song to associate with Niragi. Represents his evolution as a character. Creating an scenario where he is loved by someone,he rejects it at first, acting tough ("I don't want your touch") and then proceeds to explain why ("It's just that I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended" "it left a pearl in my hand and I roll it around every night just to watch it glow") the war being the borderlands and his new personality, he loved it, but nobody drew a line and it's getting out of hand. The pearl is the feeling of power, the one he has to remember when feeling weak just to feel something. At the end of the song it changes to ("Sorry I can't take your touch"), realizing that he wants love, but he's not able to take it or else he'll become the Niragi from the past

Problematic-Bo Burnham: Him acknowledging his problematic actions but not wanting to apologize because he doesn't feel the need to. He knows he's done bad things but he is going to laugh at it and be a sarcastic mf about it

First Love/Late Spring-Mitski: Similar to Kokoronashi, he wouldn't be able to accept love and how it makes him feel. He would think that he prefers for everyone to hate him and be lonely instead of sacrificing his tougher side. Also talks about how he's grown way too quickly for him to understand feelings properly ("So please hurry leave me, I can't breathe, please don't say you love me" "One word from you and I would jump out of this ledge I'm on baby" "I was so young when I behaved 25, yet now I find I've grown into a tough child"

The Other Side Of Paradise-Glass Animals: Vibes

Bodybag-Chloe Moriondo: How I feel about liking his character, confronting feelings basically ("Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you" "I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up, then keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages"

Get Into It (Yuh)-Doja Cat: Vibes

Psycho Killer-2005 Remaster- Talking Heads: Vibes

HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U!!!-CORPSE, Night Lovell: Vibes

INFERNO-Sub Urban, Bella Poarch: Again, another song that describes him pretty well ("Baby I'm the reason why hell's so hot" "Terribly like terrible, she's a villain" "Think I'm getting butterflies but it's really something telling me to run away")

Bad Morning-Omori: Vibes

Trouble Brewing: Vibes

Dueles Tan Bien-Bruses: Another song about my confronting feelings with this man ("You know what? You taste better than alcohol to me. You know that and you've got control" "Because you hurt, and you hurt so good that I don't know what to do")

And that's it!! This took me the whole day to write but it makes me very happy to be able to share it :)

I've you've read the entire thing, hope you enjoyed the character analysis! ლ(◞‿◟ლ)

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emmajh97-mumaji · 3 years

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Three Hearts, One Nest 🪶🍀🏹

(Context: An AU where Clover is alive, and Qrow is in an open relationship with him and Robyn. The three of them have been in Vacuo together for over a month now.)

Robyn was suspicious as she entered Clover's quarters up in Shade Academy.

Clover was sitting at his desk. Upon seeing her enter, he stood and cordially greeted her.

Formalities over, Clover got right to the point.

Clover: There's something we have to discuss.

Robyn: (arms crossed) Really? Never would have guessed.

Clover sighed and rolled his eyes.

Clover: It's about Qrow.

Robyn: (defensive) This again? I thought we came to an agreement last time? You change your mind about letting him date me or something!?

Clover: (sternly) No, it's not that.

Clover: I'm thinking... (mopes) maybe I should stop. Break up with Qrow.

Robyn was shocked to silence for a second, then immediate concern flared up...

Robyn: ....what?! Why?

Clover: (sigh) I'm always so busy with my work, I'm afraid I'm neglecting him. I don't want to pull Qrow along like that...

Robyn's face gained a 'Seriously?' expression.

Robyn: Oh come on. Qrow's not a puppy, Clover. He understands how important being the leader of the Ace Ops is.

Clover: Fair, but here's my counter-point--

Clover puts a hand behind his back and points with the other as if he was giving a briefing.

Clover: I've seen you two together. You get along extremely well. Qrow doesn't seem to have the same walls with you that he does with me. Why should I get in the way of what is obviously a much healthier relationship?

Robyn processed that... then had her own turn to sigh.

Robyn: (shaking head) Oh Clover... You couldn't be more wrong.

Robyn looked Clover in the eyes sincerely.

Robyn: Sure Qrow and I get along great, but... I could never replace what you are to him.

Clover: (caught off guard) And what exactly is that?

Robyn: The man who changed his life. The one he can always depend on. The one he sees his future with. I may be a friend with benefits, but you're... husband material.

Clover soaked in her words, feeling his heart flutter a bit.

Clover: I... see.

He came down from his high with a contemplative expression.

Clover: But then... why doesn't he...?

Robyn: He's afraid.

Robyn: Don't you get it? He cares so much about you, he doesn't want to scare you away. After what happened with Tyrian... he doesn't want to lose you.

Clover rubbed at the scars on his arms left behind from the grisly murder attempt. He nodded solemnly.

He looked back up at Robyn.

Her eyes glistened... he could see the emotions she was holding back.

Clover: ...you're conflicted about how you feel?

Robyn: I just want the same thing you do... for Qrow to be happy.

Clover: And you think he'd be happier with me...?

Robyn choked up at that.

Robyn: I--

"CAW"

The two froze.

From the corner of the ceiling came a flapping sound, followed by a mystical *pwoof*.... and there he was.

Qrow stood cross-armed next to them.

Qrow: I can't BELIEVE you two.

Clover: How long have you been...?!

Qrow: You're seriously asking Robyn how to break up instead of just COMMUNICATING with me?!

Robyn: The entire conversation, apparently.

Clover: I was just trying to get advice on my next course of action... I didn't want to cause unnecessary harm.

Qrow: (hissing) Well it's too late now!

Clover fell silent at that, looking down with guilt.

Qrow: Seriously, you thought I'd be okay with you just-?!

But he stopped himself.

Qrow took a moment to breathe and reel in his temper. He knew his heightened emotional state could activate Misfortune and make this a whole lot worse.

Qrow: (groans) Look-

Qrow: You love me, right Clover?

Clover stood attention, his eyes lighting up,

Clover: Of course.

Qrow: (seething) Oh really?! Because if you DID-!!

Clover braced himself.

Qrow: ...you'd know that you're so charming is almost makes me sick.

Clover got a surprised look at that, tension leaving him. '...what?'

Qrow: I LOVE talking with you, Clover. All those missions up on Atlas, the card games- your words of reassurance made me forget everything that brought me down.

Clover melted a bit at that, smiling softly.

Qrow: I'm sorry I'm not as open as you'd like me to be. I really DO want to be vulnerable with you... and for you to share your secrets with me, too.

Robyn: (blurts) SEE! I told you-!

Qrow: (cutting her off) ROBYN.

She goes immediately silent, locking eyes with him.

Qrow: You love me too, right?

Robyn: Of course, Qrow. I'd never lie to you about my feelings.

Qrow: Then what the hell is with this 'friends with benefits' crap?!

Robyn: I... thought that was all we were?

Qrow: WERE, but you should KNOW it's so much more than that now!

Qrow: Robyn, if being stuck in prison and traveling all the way to Vacuo with you has taught me anything... it's that I could spend every waking moment of my day with you and never get bored.

Now it was Robyn's turn to be sheepishly heart-warmed.

Qrow: Your honesty, your passion... if I could kiss you and hold you in my arms for the rest of my life, I'd be the happiest man on Remnant.

Robyn blushed at that... then blushed deeper from embarrassment at the smug look Clover was giving her.

Clover: So then?

Qrow: SO THEN you two better cut this out! I said it last time this was brought up, and I'll say it again!!

Qrow takes either of their hands in his.

Qrow: I love you... BOTH of you! For wildly different reasons, but with the same amount of passion.

Qrow: Do I make myself clear?

The green glow of her semblance reflected off of Robyn's face.

Robyn: Crystal.

But Clover was silent. Their hands unlocked...

Qrow: ...Clover?

Clover: Qrow... You're going to have to choose eventually.

Qrow glared at him.

Qrow: Why?

Clover fell silent again. Robyn stared awkwardly between him and Qrow.

Qrow: ...well?

Clover was conflicted... growing up, he'd always been a man of tradition... following the rules of Atlesian society because that's what was 'right'. Monogamy was the only solution that presented itself to him.

Qrow: ...I'm waiting?!

Clover looked over at Robyn. She was the most trustworthy person he had ever met, and she was fine with this. He thought about how far he'd come, how he'd rebelled against Ironwood... He looked back and met eyes with Qrow.

Qrow... all he wanted was to love him, and to earn Qrow's love in return. If Robyn meant so much to him... then Clover didn't see a need to stop this.

Qrow: (anxiously laughs) What- Are The Brothers going to strike me down if I don't settle?

Clover smiled at that, chuckling.

Clover: ...probably not.

Robyn sighed with relief as the tension left the room.

Qrow: Good. Then as long as both of you are okay with this... I'm okay with this.

Clover: (loving smile) Of course.

Robyn: (smirk) So ménage à trois then~?

Clover and Qrow both give her looks.

She bursts out laughing, the guys following suit.

Everything was going to be all right~

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that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick · 3 years

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Rating: G

Word Count: 1.6k

Fake dating, love at first sight, and all that. The basic fluff palate.

A/N: I had no idea what the lyrics to "Hello Stranger" by Stray Kids were until after I wrote the fic, but the title and vibe made me daydream this whole idea up in the car. You're welcome. (Totally would recommend the official MV too, it just doesn't have English subs)

Another day, another heckling. And this time it had to be on a public subway, apparently.

"All I'm saying is, if you're so rich, why do you have to conveniently forget your credit card every single time we all go out for lunch?" Edward narrowed his eyes at Ling.

"Why bring it when I don't expect to be going out to eat?" Ling said airily. "And you're always so generous when it happens unexpectedly."

Edward grunted. "That's an absolute load of bull and you know it. You can't say that you 'just forgot' to bring money because you 'didn't expect it' when I text the group chat 'Who wants to go out for lunch tomorrow?' and you say 'Ooh! Ooh! Me!'" he squealed in a poor imitation of his friend.

"Your girlfriend would love you for it, you know—paying for dates," Ling continued, ignoring Ed's accusations. He gasped. "Oh, that's right! You don't have a girlfriend! Perhaps if you weren't so quarrelsome, you could manage to win the heart of a lady."

"Who are you calling so puny that he's gonna die alone and have weeds all over his grave that no one will bother to pull?" Ed screeched.

Russell finally spoke up from his seat at the end of the row. "Ed, he didn't say anything about your height. He may be a cheapskate, but he didn't make a dig at your height. For once."

"Yeah, that's right! No fair changing the subject, Ling. This discussion was about how you're a little rich boy who always makes his friends pay for his own food," Ed huffed.

"Why quibble over such a minor expense? How expensive could a burger be? Twenty dollars?" The other two boys gaped at Ling, but he only kept going. "Besides, I'm far more interested in the current topic. Edward, you know I care for you deeply—"

"Fat chance."

"—but with your disposition, I doubt you could get a girlfriend if you tried!"

"Now, you wait just a second! You don't know squat about my love life! In fact, I could—"

Out of nowhere, a blonde girl knelt on the seat next to Ed's and slipped an arm around his shoulders.

"Hello, stranger." She winked. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming this way today? I know you're shy about our relationship, but you could have just told them, you know. You don't have to give into their teasing just for me, Eddie-boo."

All three boys gawked at her—Russell and Ling because of the fact that Ed actually had a girlfriend and Ed because of the fact that he didn't. Except now he had to pretend that this strange, hot blonde girl was his girlfriend.

So he choked. Then he recovered just enough to say, "Babe, no. I was just about to tell them. These pea-brains," he glared at them, "barely let me get a word in edgewise. Please believe me, babe."

"Of course I believe you, pretty boy." Her gaze made all coherent thoughts fly from his head. "But even if they are pea-brains, I should probably introduce myself." She tapped his nose. The buzzing feeling lingered long after the tip of her finger left it. "I'm Winry." She beamed at the other two boys. Ed's stomach twisted. He wasn't jealous, was he? He probably just ate something bad at lunch. Maybe Ling slipped something in his burger…

Ling grinned wickedly. "Lovely to meet you, Winry. How did you two meet? It must have been quite a job getting this one to agree to go out with you, what with his charming personality and all."

"Hm, how did we meet, babe? It all happened very gradually—knowing each other's faces, then knowing each other's names, then small talk here and there. Then before you know it, we were having deeper conversations as close friends, and then suddenly, we were dating! He's a real softie once you get him to open up," she said, ruffling his bangs.

"Winry!" He cleared his throat. "Babe, you don't have to tell them everything."

"Oh, man!" Russell guffawed, wiping away a tear. "This girl must have you whipped, Ed."

"Something like that," Ed muttered.

Suddenly, the train lurched and threw Winry forward, her arm around Ed's shoulders directing her course straight for his lap. They stared at each other in panic for a few moments. Then Winry laughed nervously. "Looks like I fell for you, huh, babe?"

Edward slapped his forehead. "Really? Fell for me? That's so terrible, I might break up with you just for that."

"Nah, you like me too much," Winry said, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Edward's face turned a violent shade of red. Pretty girl. Flirting. At him. Dream. It was a dream. Dreams don't have lips with that much detail. Can't look at friends. They'll laugh. Different topic. Periodic table. Periodic tables are simple. Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium…

"Like I said," Russell smirked. "Whipped."

The subway car lurched again as the intercom announced their arrival at the stop, and Ed's arms flew to keep Winry from being thrown again. Just as quickly as he had held her close, he loosened his grip. For a moment, her eyes widened and a faint blush rose on her cheeks. She shifted on his lap.

"This is my stop. Nice meeting you guys!" Winry leaned in to whisper into Ed's ear. "I probably caused you more trouble than I solved. I'm so sorry." She offered him a half smile and slid off his lap.

His legs somehow felt bare without her weight, his arms cold without her warmth. How could he just let her walk away? But how could he just stalk a stranger? Fortunately, all intelligent thought had left him long ago.

"See you guys later! Better priorities have come up than messing around with you losers!"

Edward heard silence, then laughter behind him, but he kept his eyes forward as he followed Winry out into the station. Crap, what had he gotten himself into? He was such an idiot. His idiot mouth and his idiot legs had been faster than his idiot brain and he was about to be in big, big trouble with this really beautiful, really nice stranger. The doors closed behind them.

"Look, I'm really, really sorry. I don't know what got into me. I don't know why I went along with it. I don't just do this sort of thing, it just happened. If there's—" Winry cut Ed off.

"You went along with it because I started it. What were you supposed to do? If anything, it's my fault for putting you in an awkward position. It was gutsy and presumptuous and I should have just let your conversation happen. I don't exactly go around pretending to be random people's girlfriends either. Some weird gut reaction in me just...did it. I...I don't even know what to say for myself. I made you lie to your friends and now you're going to have to tell them that and...I'm. I'm so sorry." She raked her hand into her ponytail and avoided his gaze.

"Can we consider ourselves forgiven, then?"

She met his eyes with a slight laugh. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Good, so...um…are you actually single?" He sighed and mumbled, "man, I don't normally do this," and continued, "Because I'd love to take you out for real if you are." His pulse thundered through every blood vessel in his body while she opened and closed her mouth and blushed. It would be cute if his entire being wasn't vibrating waiting for her response.

"Y–yeah," she breathed.

"Gah," Ed rubbed the back of his neck. "Of course you're not single, why would you be? I mean, look at you—"

"No! No. I'm. I'm not single. I mean! I'm not in a—I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh."

"I'd...I'd love to go out with you, Edward."

"Wow," he finally managed.

"What?" Winry smiled at him in confusion.

"I really scored big today and I don't even know how." He grinned crookedly. "Was something about my complete lack of competent speech attractive or something? Nobody just agrees to going on a date with a complete stranger. Your name is actually Winry, right?"

She laughed. "Yes, my name is actually Winry. I didn't really have a lot of time to come up with a fake name or anything. As for going out with a complete stranger… I don't know. I just know I can trust you. I figure, why not go for it? And, um. I wasn't entirely joking when I called you 'pretty boy.'" She bit her lip and smiled at her shoes.

Ed's mind blanked for what seemed the billionth time that day. "You're the—you're the pretty one!" he squawked.

"Well, then...if I'm the pretty one, can I be the one to ask you for your number?"

"What?" He wasn't sure whether he'd been shaken out of his mental fog or pushed further into it. "I mean, yes! Um, here it is." He fumbled with his phone and showed her his contact information.

"Thanks." She smiled with all the light the universe could give her. "I'll...see you soon then?"

"Are you busy right now?" Ed blurted out. "Or is taking you out to dinner too soon?"

"Oh! No, not at all. I'm kind of craving Chinese takeout, actually, if that's okay."

"Yeah. Yeah, it's totally okay. Just. One thing." Winry raised her eyebrows in accession. "Never call me 'Eddie-boo' again."

#I'm planning a follow up fic if/when I get the kick to write it~#fma #fma fanfic #fma fic #my fic #my writing #edwin #fma modern au

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mithranqueersmusings · 3 years

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I Think I'll Love You Too II

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: U

Summary: George and Ringo have been going out officially for a couple of months. Ringo anticipated that dating a stripper would be complicated, but he didn't understand exactly how complicated it would be.

Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

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The following clean-up from their nocturnal experiment was far from easy, the wax seemed to crumble into tiny pieces and was determined to cover each inch of the carpet. George was insistent on doing most of the work, a struggle of manners ensued in which Ringo was adamant that he should help but eventually gave in and took up George's offer to relax in the bath.

Soaking in the warm water, Ringo's mind began to wander to their first official date. It seemed like such a long time ago now, although it had only been a couple of months at the most. Ringo could vividly picture arriving at George's house for the first time and picking him up for dinner, bruises still dotted across George's pale skin from the somewhat embarrassing but retrospectively rather comical fall at the club. Ringo had struggled to figure out the best place to take George, unfortunately the only advice available was John's.

"He's a vegetarian." Ringo emphasised for the fourth time, John had once again offered up a meat-only establishment.

"Oh, well you could've told me sooner." John scoffed, sometimes Ringo couldn't tell whether he was joking or truly that oblivious.

"What about sushi? That can be veggie, right?" Ringo was fiddling with a bouquet of flowers that had been left on John's kitchen counter, a small card had the name 'Paul' written on it, punctuated with a kiss.

"Sure." John offered "You could always, and hear me out, ask where he wants to go."

Ringo rolled his eyes "Great advice John, thanks. What if he doesn't know either?"

"Then you're both helpless and you belong together."

In the end Ringo had settled on sushi, which only calmed his panic somewhat because he still had to find which sushi place was best. He'd forgotten all about how stressful dating could be, and it'd been a long time since he'd been a proper date. Eventually he settled on a fairly affordable place that wasn't too far from his house, he felt rather silly calling up to make a reservation an hour in advance but he didn't want to risk embarrassing himself by not having a table booked.

This struggle with the restaurant left Ringo only an hour to get himself looking presentable for the date, his closet was emptied onto the floor and bed as he rummaged around for something suitable. He felt like making more of an effort than usual, this was one date he didn't want to screw up, especially knowing how fashionable George was likely to look. In the end he settled on a paisley blazer, it had been a gift from John years ago and had hardly been worn, and a black shirt underneath which he experimented with the buttons of.

He left himself just enough time to brush his teeth, sort out his hair and tidy the room as quickly as he possibly could. Hurrying over to George's in the car, he'd almost forgotten to be nervous about the date itself. Almost forgotten, because as soon as he knocked on George's door Ringo felt a wave of dread washing over him. He hadn't even thought of any conversation starters, or what he was going to order at the restaurant. As he waited for an answer, the dread only festered further. Yet once the door finally opened, revealing George draped in a decorative kimono, all fear subsided.

"Hi." Ringo spoke, suddenly sheepish.

"Hey." George replied with a grin, stepping out onto the street and locking the door behind him.

The two of them looked at one another for a few moments, eyes tracing from head to feet with no words being said. George was wearing makeup: his eyes darkened with liner and mascara, his gaunt cheekbones sparkling with highlight and his lips painted a tempting shade of red. Ringo could see that he'd tried to use foundation to cover over the bruises on his face but it wasn't entirely successful, not that it mattered.

"You look great." Ringo managed to get out without stumbling over his words as they walked over to his car.

"Thanks, so do you." George responded but Ringo supposed he was only trying to be polite.

Passing a shop window, Ringo stole a glance at the reflection and found himself presently surprised at how good the two of them looked together. Ringo was even beginning to believe George's compliment, a surge of confidence arising merely from being stood next to George. He'd anticipated that George would only make him look worse, but there was something complimentary in how the two of them were dressed. It was a small boost that Ringo needed to quash his nerves, he was determined to not ruin the night just because he was feeling anxious.

"So... Where are we headed?" George asked, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"Sushi." Ringo replied more curtly than intended "Is that alright?"

"I love sushi." George answered cheerily.

"What a relief." Ringo chuckled "I'm not gonna lie I was struggling to find a place to eat, with you being a vegetarian and all."

George paused for a moment "You remembered that?"

"Of course I did." Ringo panicked for a moment, afraid he'd said the wrong thing and given too much away but the smile that spread across George's painted lips calmed him back down.

It didn't take them long to arrive at the restaurant, it was rather busy but not so much that it would become uncomfortable. Ringo still couldn't believe his luck, that he'd actually been able to get a date with George. Looking back on how their relationship started, it was strange to consider that they'd end up here.

"Is your face alright?" Ringo asked when they'd been seated, it was hard to not notice the swelling on George's lip.

"Oh yeah, it's fine." George provided evidence with a genuine smile "I've had way worse, don't worry."

"You fall over a lot then?" Ringo joked, looking down at the menu and feeling a little intimidated by the amount of choice.

"Only when I know you're there to catch me." George winked "No, I've had my fair share of scraps here and there. That's just life, isn't it?"

Ringo chuckled "Not in my line of work, no."

"Don't be so modest, I haven't forgotten when you beat up that creep in the club." George was studying his menu with far less fear than Ringo "Any idea what you're gonna order?"

"Haven't the faintest." Ringo read the same words over and over again as though it'd help him understand "What about you?"

"Hmm, I think so." George answered with a confidence Ringo envied "Want some help?"

"Please." Ringo smiled sheepishly, laying down his menu and looking to George for assistance.

The date was hardly going as Ringo had anticipated, but while George went through dishes on the menu with a clear expertise Ringo couldn't stop himself from smiling. The intimidating Spike was describing in detail the difference between maki and temaki with such delicacy, it was such a strange moment of realisation for Ringo that made him truly understand how far they'd come. Ringo realised too late that he hadn't been listening to what George had been saying but it didn't matter in the end because George ordered for the both of them.

"So..." George began, drink in hand.

"So." Ringo repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"How long have you been waiting to take me out?" George asked with a knowing smile.

Ringo half expected this line of questioning to begin, he only wished he'd prepared some answers "Does it make a difference?"

"I'm just curious." George leaned in a little closer, a devilish look in his eyes.

Ringo sighed "Now I'm debating whether to lie so you don't think I'm a loser."

"I wouldn't bother with that, I already know you're a loser Ringo." George spoke deadpan, staring without expression then burst into laughter "I'm sorry, I had to."

"And that's meant to encourage me to be honest?" Ringo laughed nervously.

"Come on, tell me." George sounded almost whiny, a tone Ringo had heard before but never in regular conversation.

"Fine, fine." Ringo conceded after drinking his beer "In all honesty it was probably the first time I saw you... Not that I thought you'd ever say yes, of course."

The answer seemed to satisfy whatever itch George had "Really? I'm that good looking am I?"

"Not to sound cliché, but have you seen you? I don't think I've seen anyone more attractive." Ringo spoke somewhat seriously.

George blushed just slightly, having to look away from Ringo's intense gaze "You're sweet. But why were you even in the strip club in the first place? You didn't seem too at home, at least from what I remember."

Ringo felt rather complimented that George even remembered how he'd been acting all that time ago, he'd always supposed he hadn't left much of an impression at all and whatever he did was surely negative.

"John dragged me there. He, uh-" Ringo stopped himself before saying too much "Thought it'd cheer me up."

George squinted his eyes in suspicion "What aren't you telling me?"

Ringo paused, debating the best verbal exit strategy but the good beer and even better food was slowing his thought processes "Uh... Nothing?"

"Oh come on." George kicked Ringo lightly under the table "You think I'm gonna judge you?"

"Well, yes... But fine, I'll tell you." Ringo chuckled, pausing for an anticipatory breath "I'd been going through a bit of a... dry spell, so to speak."

A grin spread across George's face "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Ringo repeated, hiding his shame behind his beer.

"I find it hard to believe that you were having a 'dry spell'." George rested his hand on Ringo's own, his finger tracing around the metal of the rings.

"Well, I'd, er- I'd still be having one if you hadn't come along." Ringo stammered "Shit, that sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?"

"Just a tad." George smiled reassuringly "I'm just glad I could be of service."

"For a while you were making it worse, actually." Ringo had finished his beer and was itching for another "With all my pent up frustration and then I see you undressing on that stage, I nearly lost my mind."

George chuckled, looking rather proud of himself "I can only apologise for being so tempting." He emphasised the word by running his tongue over his top lip onto his sharp canine tooth.

"No need to apologise, it's your job after all." Ringo tried to remain composed "And in the end it all worked out so... No harm done."

"My aching body disagrees." George pouted his still somewhat swollen lip.

"Well... That was your own fault really." Ringo joked, finally catching the waiter's eye so that he could order another beer.

"You're right, you're right." George's hand was still pressed against Ringo's "Hopefully from here on out all the pain will be consensual."

Ringo blushed "Hopefully."

Later that night it was clear that there was no longer any need to be hopeful.

#the beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #the beatles fanfiction #the beatles #starrison #george harrison/ringo starr #george harrisonxringo starr #ringo starrxgeorge harrison #ringo starr/george harrison

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cruciferousjex · 5 years

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A short drabble in which Hordak recieves a Tarot reading from a new cadet. Yes it's the Rider-Waite deck. No I don't know where she got it. It was yeeted through a portal like Adora, shhh. Shhhhhh.

Unlike my usual stuff this is completely sfw, so feel free to read it to your boss. Enjoy!

💔

THE LOVERS

Toadie was, well, a toad.

Or at the very least looked like one. She was a new recruit to the Horde - having joined willingly for a chance at a life better than that of a swamp dweller. Not that she minded mud. In fact she rolled in it whenever possible. But Toadie wanted to see Etheria, and the Horde seemed her best passage to such a life.

Having come from a long line of fortune tellers, Toadie of course brought her deck of prognostication cards from home. Magical items were not allowed in the Horde, but her cards were not inherently magic. It was all in the interpretation after all. No magic required.

To be safe she'd told them they were just a game.

Soon word got around and Toadie found her services much in demand, most especially by Force Captain Scorpia, her immediate superior, who had laid a grey ration bar before her as payment.

The sixth payment this week.

"This...I mean this..." Toadie gestured to the spread. A man stealing seven swords, three swords piercing a heart, a woman sobbing in bed before nine swords hung on a wall. "This... still doesn't look good for a love reading. I'm sorry. "

Scorpia bit her lip. "Ummm... maybe...try flipping one more card?" she asked hopefully.

Toadie nodded, impatiently slapping one more card down on the table. A queen on a throne holding a single sword. Reversed.

"Oh sweetie," Toadie said softly.

"Just - maybe just- "

Toadie slapped two more cards down. A woman with a blindfold and arms bound, standing before eight swords, a man dead on the ground with ten in his back.

"Not looking good, Scorpia, sir."

"Oh you don't have to call me sir, I -" Scorpia began, but stopped when her lower lip began to quiver. Tears filled her eyes. "Okay, um -" she said. Laughed uneasily. Gathered herself. "Try again tomorrow?"

Toadie shrugged. "Keep bringing grey bars, I'll keep reading your cards. But I mean...."

Scorpia's eyes were wide. Wet.

Toadie sighed. She didn't have the heart. "See you tomorrow, Scorpia."

"Right. Okay. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day!" Scorpia walked out of the armory storeroom with shoulders slumped, but immediately straightened when she saw someone just outside the door. "Lord Hordak! Sir! I-"

Scorpia glanced back at Toadie, her eyes wide with panic for her. Toadie tried gathering her cards as fast as possible but only made a mess of them. It was too late, Hordak had brushed past Scorpia and into the room to see Toadie, her hands spread over the cards in a futile attempt to cover them.

"What is the meaning of this?" Hordak asked softly.

Toadie's heart skipped a beat. She swallowed hard. "It's - it's - just a game, Lord Hordak, sir."

"Then why was Force Captain Scorpia crying?"

"Uhhh...she...lost?"

Hordak raised an eyebrow at her. God, he was so intimidatingly tall. Toadie had never been this close to him.

"Do not lie to me, cadet."

"I'm...I...apologize, sir. They are... they're fortune telling cards, sir. They belonged to my mother, I brought them from home." She bowed her head. "I'm sorry for my obfuscation. Punish me as you see fit, sir."

Hordak stared at her so hard she thought she might melt. But he did not speak. His gaze fell to the cards, studying them. He looked thoughtful. And...tired, somehow. She knew well the look of someone who'd exhausted every other option, but his glowing red eyes frightened her.

"I'll remove them at once, sir."

"Remain as you are."

Hordak took a deep breath. Took hold of the chair Scorpia had been sitting in. Toadie winced, certain he was going to throw it at her - she'd heard tales of his punishments - but he merely stepped before it, and sat down.

"Proceed," he said, folding his hands on the table.

[[MORE]]

Toadie could barely speak. She had - well, a frog in her throat.

"Wow. You, uh..." she began. She winced. "There must be payment. Sir."

"Payment?" he asked, taken aback.

"Yes. Sir. You must cross my palm with ... well ... something."

He raised an eyebrow. Considered this. After a moment he reached somewhere and produced a small green crystal, which he set on the table before her.

"Wow," she said softly, picking it up. "Usually it's ration bars, but this will do nicely. Thank you."

He nodded.

She picked up the deck and began to shuffle. "What is your question?"

Something crossed his face. She found his expressions hard to read, but if she was right, it was ... unease.

"You don't have to say it out loud," she said quickly, handing him the deck. "Just think of it while you shuffle the cards."

"...shuffle?"

"As I was doing a moment ago."

He hesitated. He split the cards in two and faced them towards each other, then paused, seemingly unsure how to do this.

"Or just cut them. Like...rearrange them. It's more important that you think of your question as you do it."

Hordak took a silent moment and arranged the cards in three piles and stacked them in the opposite order he'd split them.

"Is that adequate?"

"That will do, yes. Now um..." Toadie began, unsure how to put this. "They - I can't - promise they'll give you the answer you are hoping for. In fact you may not like what they have to say at all. But I just - I beg you, sir - don't, um... don't shoot the messenger. Sir."

Toadie surreptitiously glanced at the guns on the wall of the armor.

"You have my word."

"Okay. Okay good. If you're ready...?"

He nodded.

"Okay. Here we go."

Toadie flipped the first card. Her eyes widened.

The Lovers.

She glanced up at Hordak. He also looked surprised, but quickly went back to impassive. Hordak had a LOVER? Who? Who in the world?

"So there was ... someone. Um. Important to you. In the recent past?"

She glanced up at him for confirmation which he did not give.

She flipped another card. A queen holding a cup, then another, a man and a woman holding a cup between them. A third, a king with a sword.

"Wow," she said softly. "Sir can I um...may I speak ... freely?"

He nodded, leaning forward slightly.

"This was, um ... a meeting of equals. A very good and ... and true ... love, sir. Um. Enduring. Or .. or should have been?"

Hordak did not reply.

She flipped another card. The three of swords - three swords piercing a heart.

"It ended abruptly? Very painfully ... yes. It's been troubling you greatly," she said, flipping the woman crying before the swords on the wall. "Do you ... do you want me to inquire why? Sir?" she whispered.

He glanced at her.

"Proceed," he said, but his voice sounded different. Slightly...broken.

Toadie gathered up the cards and put them back in the deck. Shuffled. She could shuffle very fast. Hordak watched her hands, tilting his head with slight interest.

"Why did they leave?" she asked, and flipped the cards out on the table.

Eight wands flying through the air. The man and woman holding the cup between them. The queen holding a sword, placed upside down. An exploding tower with a man and woman falling from it. Then a woman and child departing in a boat, in which also stood six swords.

Toadie furrowed her brow.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Sir I...from this... it seems to say they-"

"She," he corrected softly.

"She didn't want to leave. It was ... I mean I'd almost say it was forced on her. There's a malicious third party. See here, this-" she pointed at the reversed Queen of Swords. "This is a vengeful woman. Royalty, possibly, or thinks she is. She brought destruction of some sort to her, to your ... your friend. The falling tower, and then...departure. In the boat."

Hordak paused, considering this.

"Who?" he finally asked, tapping his finger on the reversed Queen of Swords. His throat sounded dry.

"I can't tell you who specifically sir, just her nature. Nasty. Incisive. Intelligent, possibly. Royalty, or assumes that station."

Hordak frowned.

"We can see how she, um...I can ask how your friend...feels currently? Towards you?"

Her hands hovered on the deck. He did not reply but she knew when a querent wanted an answer to something they would not admit wanting an answer to.

She flipped a card. The Lovers.

"She...wherever she is, sir, she still..." she flipped another card. The Queen of Cups. "She still loves you."

Hordak took a quick breath. But just as quickly he looked away.

"Then why... why does she not..." his voice lowered. "Return to me?"

A woman bound before eight swords.

"She can't," Toadie said. "She's trapped in some fashion. From this I believe she would if she could." She flipped another card. The woman crying in bed with the swords. "She definitely would. But she just... can't. "

For a moment Hordak 's face was completely unguarded as he looked over the cards. Hurt. Longing. Exhaustion. But just as quickly he closed up again. Turned away.

"This is nonsense," he growled, and stood.

"Sir?"

"Thank you for your services," he said brusquely, and made for the door. "You will not speak of this to anyone, cadet," he said warningly over his shoulder, and left just as quickly as he came.

Toadie, breathless, looked over the cards. Hordak, in love? Left behind, bereft, defeated by some ... malicious woman? But who?

Her gaze fell on the reversed Queen of Swords. When had she seen it before? That card came up a lot, specifically in Scorpia's readings. It always represented...

...Force Captain Catra.

"No no," Toadie whispered to herself, gathering up the cards. "This is beyond my pay grade."

There was a knock at the door. She looked up to see a hopeful Force Captain Scorpia, with a grey ration bar.

"I have just one more eensy weensy question?"

Toadie sighed. She really did like those ration bars.

"Bring it here," she said, and gestured to the chair.

#entrapdak #hordak #Entrapta #entrapdak fic #Scorpia #tarot

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sengenweek · 4 years

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SenGen Week: Day 04 (Correction)

Day 04: January 01

Soulmate au / first date/meeting

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Title: Colorfools.

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A/N: You can see every color, except for the color of your soulmate's eyes. Once you see the eyes of your soulmate, you can finally see the color that has never been available for your sight.

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He was lonely, and had nothing better to do that day, so he'd gone to a nice coffee shop downtown just to kill some time outside his house. Being indoors all the time was getting to his nerves. The coffee shop was a nice place, decorated with whites and browns in a second floor, and a big window with view to the outside, but the view was plagued with people and cars; nothing interesting to see. He opened a notebook containing drafts for his next book, as his drink and snack arrived, he was already engrossed in his writing and thanked the waiter absently.

He wrote and scratched several lines, using at least three of his pages when he decided to leave his pencil aside to take a sip of his coffee, looking once more to the window as he munched on a donut. And he noticed something, someone who looked briefly upwards and Gen got a glimpse of their eyes. Their eyes. A color he'd never seen before, a beautiful and mesmerizing shade enlightened by the sunlight. And as soon as the person –a boy, a teen?– had glanced up, his eyes went back to the floor, leaving Gen to observe a very strange mop of hair that stuck up. He was with two other people, a tall young man, and a girl with long hair, but Gen barely paid them any mind, he was stuck on the other teen, the one with odd hairstyle, and such beautiful eyes. He was about to get up from his seat and run to him, run to catch him. But as soon as Gen had seen him, the crowd had engulfed him.

Red. He knew what the color he'd never been able to see was called. Red. Gen saw it, again, in the traffic lights, in the neon signs of Tokyo, in the package of his favorite drink, Cola. Red. In the cover of his notebook, in the ink of his pen, in the drawings of his deck of cards. Gen saw red, the color that was missing from his life; and he loved it. He loved the color that painted his soulmate's eyes. And he regretted the fact that he may never see this person again, may never even hear his voice.

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The girls at school –as well as some boys– seemed to have gained an interest in someone named Asagiri Gen, a sort of magician. One day, one of his classmates read aloud a quiz from one of his 'psicology' books, and Senkuu quickly disregarded it's value, and decided it wasn't really worth the effort to read more from it, so he didn't even looked at it.

That afternoon when the rest of his classmates as well as Taiju and Yuzuriha had left the classroom, he noticed his classmate had left the aforementioned book in there, so he took it to put it away and return it the next day, he lifted the book and saw it's cover which portrayed Asagiri Gen himself in the front. Asagiri Gen. A magician. A 'writer'. The complete opposite of him. He saw the deep blue of his eyes. He saw it in the night sky, in his father's tie, in the sea, in the wallpaper of his computer, in his jeans. He saw the color he'd never seen before, and got excited –happy, even–. So he thanked Asagiri Gen for putting his face in his trashy book, and left it at that. There was no need for Senkuu to do anything else about this.

And that was a filthy lie, because he tamed his hair down, wore a hat and glasses to attend one of his shows, he sat on the back row, hidden. Asagiri Gen's magic show was no big thing, he used every old trick in the book with a little personal twist. His smile was big and false. Like his show, Asagiri Gen seemed to be an act. Senkuu wondered what he'd be like in reality. So every now and again, he would read one of his trashy books, aimed towards the public to produce sales, and once or twice, assisted to his shows. Never once did he make contact.

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'AD 5738, April 1st'

Whoever carved that was totally insane. Whoever carved that, had kept track of time while being petrified. Whoever carved that, was awesome. And Shishio Tsukasa feared this person. This Ishigami Senkuu person had to be someone worth knowing. He was hopeful to find him alive, despite having heard Tsukasa say he'd killed him with his own hands. He was quickly despached to go find the village of primitive people and the smell of ramen invaded Gen's nostrils.

'Ishigami Senkuu must have lived, then' was his first thought.

He snuck around the people and snatched a bowl, being his usual confident self even as he got surrounded by three of them, aiming very sharp spears –and knives– at him.

"I thought I'd seen your face somewhere before, Asagiri Gen"

He turns to look at the one he can only asume, is Ishigami Senkuu, and his heart beats so wildly in his ribcage he'd swear it would burst it open. He only ever saw them once, he only ever saw him once, but Gen would recognize that shade of scarlet, that weird mop of hair, anywhere. It took all of his self-control to keep his façade. The young man didn't seem fazed at all, he put Gen to work and got information out of him, not that he was going to keep it a secret anyhow.

"All I have to do is make a false report. 'It was only a primitive village.' 'Senkuu is dead.' With that, I can save you, Senkuu-chan"

'^I can save you^ I don't want you to die'

He hoped Senkuu had gotten the message, since he didn't show any reaction to seeing him. And Gen knew he'd never mistake his soulmate.

'But. Soulmate or not, you're amazing, and I want you to live.'

-'-

He didn't know if Gen was avoiding the subject on purpose, but he supposed it wasn't good to just dodge the situation forever. The matter of being soulmates had to be adressed eventually.

"Senkuu-chan~!" Ah, yes, speaking of the devil.

He turns to look at Gen, smiling brightly, the scar on his cheek making his grin far more devious than it should be.

"What are you doing up so late at night?" he questions.

"I could ask you the same, Gen"

"Insomnia~! Your turn~!"

"Stargazing" he grins.

"You like the stars?"

"Yeah, they're a good way to know your location, and the time at night. Although, after so many years, they shifted in their place. They're not where I remember them being"

"Everything has changed" he mumbles nostalgic.

"It's not so bad. With consistent and sustained effort we can bring it back to being more or less where everything was. It'll take years, perhaps even decades, though"

"Ah, yes. You'll work everyone to exhaustion"

"You damn right, I will" he beams.

Gen can only sigh, a tiny smile tugging on his lips.

-'-

An observatory. Gen really surprised him this time. 'He must've remembered when we spoke of the stars' he mused. He really should speak to him now, he knew jackshit about these kinda feelings, but he was sure this was more than just a gift for his birthday, the words the mentalist spoke were far too much of a hint.

As if being summoned by his thoughts –again– the mentalist burst throught the entrance on the floor elegance in his movements.

"Stargazing?" he asked.

"Yes and no. I'm trying to find where the stars are now"

There's a map on the floor, notes and constellations drawn into it. Gen takes a sit right next to him.

"And how is that going?"

"My hand hurts from scribbling so much" he sighes.

The mentalist takes his right hand gingerly, tracing circles and triangles and squares into his open palm, lips pursed –almost pouting–, inspecting it as if it were an antient text.

"Don't tell me you read palms too, mentalist" he jokes.

"Why, yes I do~!" Gen answers gaze never leaving his hand.

"Oh really? And what does my future say?"

"You have a tewible luck. As always"

"Mmm"

Senkuu changes the position of their hands, now he's the one tracing figures on Gen's palm, making him chuckle.

"What does my future say, Senkuu-chan~?" he asks amused.

"It says... You will be kissed shortly"

"Eh? Kissed?"

Senkuu leaned –eyes open– and placed a chaste kiss on Gen's lips. And Gen looks cute when he gets paralized and blushing, his eyes three times larger than a moment ago.

"Thank you, for my birthday present. And for the color blue. It's beautiful"

Gen tries to speak a few times, but he only manages to look like a fish, so he gives up, and buries his face on his sleeved hands.

"Never seen you so flustered before. How cute" Senkuu chuckles.

"You're so mean~!" he pouts.

"Sorry. But it seemed like we avoided the subject for too long"

He spreads his fingers, letting only one bright iris to be discerned.

"I suppose you're right" he agrees. "You knew since the modern days who I was"

"I saw your face in one of your trashy books"

"Heh. I saw you once from inside a coffee shop"

"Really?"

"Yes. It was only a fleeting moment when you looked up" he explained sheepishly. "I wanted to go after you then, but you got lost in the crowd. I think you were with Taiju-chan and Yuzuriha-chan"

"Heh, I probably was"

"I like it. Red, I mean"

"I wonder if everyone just loves the color they'd never seen before"

"Probably most people do" he smiles, finally revealing his face.

And Senkuu takes the chance to steal another kiss. This time Gen responds, draping his arms on Senkuu's neck, the other pulls Gen closer by his waist.

Scarlet and cobalt meet, they suit each other quite beautifully.

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A/N: So, I posted day one again for mistake. Kids, don't go operating heavy machinery when you're sleep deprived, just sayin', ya could get something wrong. Also on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13464121/4/SenGen-Week-2019-2020

#i deleted the other submission hope thats alright #day four #soulmates #first meeting #sengenweek #sengen week #sengen #submission

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Cosmo & Amber

Amber: [okay so the clerb was a whole mood ™ before his ⚽ mates make it awkward and she goes off with some other lad, but we wanna say anything happened between them before then or is it just a VIBE] Cosmo: [I say a VIBE] Amber: [if you wanted you could do your own #necklaceapology here unless you wanna say that already happened] Cosmo: [probably not now 'cos of the leaving with someone else element of it all, even though he deffo changed and blanked her basically, 'cos you know] Amber: [ah the joys] Cosmo: [fun times all 'round] Cosmo: get home safe? Amber: I will when he takes me home Amber: how are you feeling? Cosmo: fantastic Amber: 9 lives Cosmo: no need to compare numbers Amber: did you have a game today? Cosmo: friendly Amber: and was it? Cosmo: you wanna know if I got carded? Amber: and if you scored or helped someone else to Amber: I want to know everything that happened Cosmo: We lost Amber: and you don't want to talk about it or we can? Cosmo: we've had enough of an ear-bashing off the management but if you reckon you've got any suggestions feel free Amber: why do you think I'd be coming from a place of 😠? Cosmo: losing = bad Amber: not if it means you win next time Amber: everything's a learning experience when your dad's a teacher Cosmo: I was just off my game Cosmo: it's not going to happen again Amber: I do remember saying that maybe Saturday wasn't the best night to take my clubbing 🍒 Cosmo: you wanted to go, you got what you wanted Amber: do you want to talk about it? Cosmo: about what, exactly Amber: that dig which implies you didn't get what you wanted Cosmo: There's no dig, I lost, that's not what I wanted Cosmo: I don't need you coming in after the fact with an 'I told you so' Cosmo: you saw the rest of my team out, it's a weekly occurrence Amber: then don't put the blame onto me Cosmo: where'd I say that Amber: I wanted to go, it's my fault Cosmo: You didn't force me to take you Cosmo: you couldn't Amber: I know, so I don't appreciate the tone Cosmo: I'm so sorry Amber: I'm sorry you lost Cosmo: sure you are Amber: it's genuine, unlike yours Cosmo: I'm not apologising to you, what the fuck have I done but take you out Cosmo: and you clearly had a good time Amber: you could apologise for how you acted last night or how you are now Amber: but I won't wait for either Cosmo: I weren't acting Amber: not before your friends got there Amber: only after Cosmo: other way 'round Cosmo: that's who I am Amber: why did you invite me out if you don't want to be seen with me? Cosmo: it's not that Cosmo: I knew they weren't your people, you wouldn't have enjoyed hanging with them Amber: you don't get to make those kind of decisions for me Cosmo: I wasn't going to let them be dicks to you Amber: neither would I Amber: I can defend my own honour, thanks Cosmo: Well if I can, then I'm going to, simple as Cosmo: it didn't need to be a thing Amber: no, if you can keep me separate from them, you're going to Amber: that's what you mean Cosmo: I told you, you're not my type of person, I'm not yours Cosmo: that includes my friends Amber: you spelled out to me in great detail how I don't fit into your life the way it is, so why did you invite me out?! Amber: you made it into a thing Cosmo: you wanted to Amber: I wanted to, the way you said it would be, not THAT Cosmo: they usually go [different club] Amber: we could've left, I'd have gone to a different club with you Cosmo: wasn't my plan either Cosmo: you would? Amber: of course, I would've, I meant everything I said about not adding to the pressure that you're under Amber: but that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you to smuggle me into dark corners like it's such a shameful secret that we're friends Amber: you don't get to treat me however you want because your life is hard Cosmo: I know it's fucked up Cosmo: and yeah, it saves me hassle, not going to deny it, but I don't wanna hear the shit they'd have to say about you, any more than I'd want you to hear it Amber: address it and you wouldn't have to hear it again, about any girl Amber: stop giving them a free pass to say things like that Cosmo: yeah, it's that easy Amber: It's not easy, nor is it easy being a girl getting treated like an object Cosmo: this is my career we're talking about Cosmo: I make their lives hard, they make mine hard for me right back Cosmo: I'd be off the team before I knew it Cosmo: it's not like they're rapists or anything crazy Amber: you've got better excuses than your brother, I'll give you that Cosmo: don't compare us Amber: why not? it's a variation of the same behaviour and I'm tired of it Cosmo: I'm fuck all like my brother Amber: at least you're sorry Cosmo: What's he done to you now? Amber: he hasn't done anything to me and this conversation isn't about him anyway Cosmo: Amber Cosmo: you can tell me Amber: you already know what he's like, I don't need to Cosmo: Sure, he's a little prick Cosmo: but why are you upset with him right now Amber: because there are girls there that are more vulnerable than me and the way you're acting like you need to stand up for me against your friends is what they need and aren't getting Amber: it was brought to my attention and I should've realised before Cosmo: what does that mean though Amber: I need to do something to help, I don't know Cosmo: you mean he's like hurt someone Amber: not physically, don't worry Cosmo: okay, good Cosmo: it sounded like you meant he'd like Cosmo: assaulted someone Amber: I'm sorry, no, it's not that Amber: like your friends, I'm sure he wouldn't Cosmo: don't girls have a whole code Cosmo: put the word out about him being whatever type of dick he's being, then you won't have to feel bad, it'll be on him and them Amber: I have Cosmo: there you go then Cosmo: they'll have the info to make their own decisions now Cosmo: opposed to whatever bullshit he might come out with Amber: I don't want to talk about Dash Cosmo: okay Amber: was your dad at your game? Cosmo: no, he was doing something with his girlfriend's family Cosmo: so I'll have to tell him now, that we lost Amber: how upset is he going to be? Cosmo: when he realizes why Cosmo: quite a bit Amber: you could lie, I won't sneak in through his window and tell him Cosmo: he'll see Cosmo: or talk to the managers Cosmo: I can maybe think of something that makes it sound better but he isn't big on excuses so Amber: they don't know why, do they? unless they were also at the club which is a bit hypocritical and strange Amber: but I was asking to see if you wanna do a meditation or something with me before you tell him Amber: this boy doesn't have a yoga mat, I could improvise though Cosmo: One of the lads practically sprayed the pitch Cosmo: weren't me but it's a sort of if one of us is in shit then we all are Cosmo: but no one else's dad will make 'em do extra training on top of the extra training Cosmo: it's fine, just not ideal Cosmo: I think you should leave, though Amber: why do you think I should leave? Cosmo: you don't even know who he is Amber: he's making brunch and I have manners Cosmo: if you had manners you wouldn't be using me for entertainment whilst you wait Amber: I'm not Amber: I'm making sure you're okay because I haven't seen or heard from you since last night happened the way it did Cosmo: You don't need to check up on me Cosmo: go enjoy your brunch Amber: you didn't need to either but you started this conversation to do exactly that Cosmo: I had no idea you were having brunch Amber: relax, 9, it isn't candlelit Amber: he's on his phone too Amber: just because I sleep outside doesn't mean I was born in a barn Cosmo: Does he know how old you are Amber: yes, I don't seduce men via deception Cosmo: how old is this man then Amber: 18, he's a boy really Cosmo: 🙄 Amber: what? Cosmo: bit weird on his part Amber: where did you meet all your stalkers and girlfriends? Cosmo: I've not gone out with an 18 year old Amber: you're behaving like I said 28 Amber: if I'd met him at school, it wouldn't even be an issue Cosmo: it'd still be weird Cosmo: you're a kid Amber: ⭐ Cosmo: Whatever Amber: it's not, stop trying to make me feel bad about this Cosmo: I'm not, I'm saying he's weird Amber: do you know him? Amber: because after your reluctance to let your friends anywhere near me, I don't think you're in any position to judge Cosmo: he's 18, you told him you were 15 Cosmo: speaks for itself Amber: boy, you're in the wrong career 👮 Amber: I'm fine thanks, officer Cosmo: 'cos sound lads can never get girls their own age Cosmo: it isn't my fault if you feel bad Amber: yes it is because last night is a weekly occurrence for you and it you know it wasn't for me Amber: so you don't get to tell me how I can or can't decide to make the best of something Cosmo: Then you should listen to me and go home Cosmo: for fuck's sake Amber: I can't walk home from here in this outfit, it's too far Amber: you think he's weird that'd be nothing on what I'd get from actual grown men if I do Cosmo: you can't make him give you money for a cab? Amber: I don't want to ask, because if he says no then you're right, and I don't want you to be right Cosmo: I'll ping you some now alright Cosmo: then we don't have to find out Amber: don't, I haven't got any way to pay you back Amber: you've spelled out your feelings about 🍏🍊🐓 Cosmo: would you rather chance it and get a lift back from someone you don't even want to ask about the taxi Cosmo: how else are you going to do it, don't be stupid Amber: 😠 okay Amber: but I'm staying angry at you Cosmo: do what you like, I don't care about the money or paying you to be nice Amber: what do you care about? I'll do something that'll benefit that Cosmo: just get home unmurdered, yeah Cosmo: that works for me Amber: are you home? I could make you brunch Cosmo: you just want two brunches Amber: yes, but I also want you to have one Cosmo: What are you going to make? Amber: after extensive research, a lot of footballers are vegan, are you? Cosmo: for the most part Cosmo: I eat fish sometimes Amber: oily fish is good for ⚽ that was part of the research and 🍣📸 is apparently part of the lifestyle Amber: but avocado toast with blueberry, banana and chia seed pancakes won't get me voted out of the commune Cosmo: alright nerd Cosmo: is he a footballer or what? Amber: no, he goes to some catholic school, I don't know it Cosmo: definite weirdo then Cosmo: nah, thanks though Cosmo: sounds good Amber: his parents house is pretty close to yours so don't ruin your appetite with snacks Cosmo: I don't eat snacks Cosmo: not even to piss you off Amber: never?! Amber: What about 🍏 🍎 🍐 🍊 🍋 🍌 🍉 🍇 🍓 🍈 🍒 🍑 🥭 🍍 🥥 🥝 ? Amber: or 🥜? Cosmo: if I was dying but nah Cosmo: little and often Amber: I'm relieved you're not dying Amber: it sounds like you and your friends partied harder than I did after we separated Cosmo: They did anyway Amber: you didn't? Cosmo: I never get as fucked up as them Amber: because you don't want to or because you're 💪🏽? Cosmo: I don't wanna be the one making us lose Cosmo: or losing my spot on the team Amber: it stops being fun Amber: if I make a decision I'd like to know that it wasn't my blood alcohol level that really did Cosmo: yeah Cosmo: think a lot of people do the opposite for the excuse Amber: not to side with your dad before I've even met him but I don't love excuses either Cosmo: it's a good rule, if a little tough Amber: I did think you were saying that was why you weren't as focused though Cosmo: can be, if you like Amber: but what's the answer? Cosmo: nosy Amber: secretive Cosmo: it doesn't matter does it Amber: it must matter to you if it's why you lost Amber: but it doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me, I'm still making brunch Amber: [show up and knock 9 times again gal] Cosmo: [shooketh lowkey like didn't think you were that close, also so many knocks, saying Indie is home so being over your shoulder like it's fine I know who it is as you open the door] Amber: [we know the vibe she's making herself at home immediately because she's that bitch, saying hi to his mum and asking her if she wants brunch too or just tea or coffee all the while in last night's extra af club lewk because awkwardness doesn't exist for her and we're getting in that kitchen and putting on music and dancing and cooking like we live here] Cosmo: [just introducing her because we're freaking out but then you're like, idk what to even say so you're calling her 'Dash's friend' which frankly makes this stranger though I guess explainable lol, lowkey not even looking at her because we cannot for all the reasons] Amber: [that hurt her heart because boy I'm literally making you brunch, we're friends, but we're not correcting that sentence, we're just chatting to his mum and doing all the things like he's lowkey not there] Cosmo: [oh boy, so lowkey rude truly on accident because you don't want the conversation I highly doubt your mum would start rn like OOOOOOOOH lol, gonna make your dad call you like he's found out so go outside and promise all the shit you're gonna do to stay on top] Amber: [Indie would never do you like that boy but we know where you're coming from and Amber isn't coming for your life rn either even if she doesn't understand because she literally tells her parents everything] Cosmo: [come in in a bit visibly more stressed even though you already were/always are, poor boy[ Amber: [at least the food would probably be ready by then because none of the things she was making would take that long and I assume his dad was going off for a while so she can just put the food in front of him] Cosmo: [look like ? as if you literally didn't compute she was really doing it until it's fully in front of you like oh 'thank you' also piss off now Indie/Billie sorry bye] Amber: [take your coffee and go gal before he has a breakdown please, the bae who isn't the bae needs to smile at him in a really genuine and adorable way because he remembered his manners] Cosmo: [smiling back but we're just distracted by all things so it's not as real as it can be though we trying 'what did you have for your first brunch?'] Amber: ['oatmeal' not said in a shady way but it's just reinforcing that the boy wasn't bringing his A game here] Cosmo: [just raising a brow and trying not to smile too smugly 'glad you put more effort in'] Amber: [😠 lowkey because he doesn't get to be smug like at least that boy made something he hasn't even made her a drink like excuse you 'I'm glad you like it'] Cosmo: [nudging her under the table with his foot like what] Amber: [a look like you know what] Cosmo: ['you want more oatmeal?' doing a bad mimic of her voice] Amber: [hitting him on the arm like stop, even if she has to lean across the table to do it] Cosmo: ['what?' well done for saying it] Amber: ['I like oatmeal more than you right now' because we're cross] Cosmo: ['hey' and reaching across the table to do the squeeze-of-the-hand-apology and then gesturing at her plate like let's just eat] Amber: [when he literally hasn't touched her before this so we're dying but eating like it's chill] Cosmo: ['this is a better way to do the footballer diet than I have been' for a compliment moment 'cos like everything we're being overly regimented duh] Amber: [leaves the pancake recipe in the chat for him because quick and easy tbh] Cosmo: 👍 Cosmo: [then doing it IRL like a nerd] Amber: 🤓 Amber: [but we're amused] Cosmo: that's you Cosmo: I'm evil, I remember Cosmo: [jokey 😒 'cos wants to be a Gryffindor 'good guy'] Amber: no, you're brave but not stupid Amber: [goes on a little slytherin pride style rant like this is how great you are] Cosmo: [just like 'say how you really feel about me' like it's all bants but listening to all her nerding out] Amber: ['I feel like you'd be a good friend to have' because we haven't forgotten what he said earlier] Cosmo: [penny dropping moment 'cos boys are that oblivious facts lol, shrugging like come on but clearly awkward 'what should I have said? after last night-' like are you even my friend now] Amber: ['You said what you were comfortable with' again not said in a shady way, just like yet again I'm not trying to make your life hard boy 'but after last night, if I were you, I'd want to pacify me'] Cosmo: ['how would you suggest I do that?' saucy saucy] Amber: ['I would suggest it comes from you, to be like, actually sincere'] Cosmo: [🤔 then being like hold up and go get that necklace honeyyy] Amber: [we're immediately putting that on even though it doesn't go with this outfit] Cosmo: [nodding our approval 'cos not risking saying anything rn] Amber: ['it's not a good luck charm, right?' like I'm not getting blamed if you lose again] Cosmo: [shakes his head 'if you start doing that kind of thing, can get a bit OCD, like'] Amber: [playing with this necklace casually 'maybe it will be for me' cos we're happy now that he's being nice] Cosmo: ['what do you need luck for?' actual question not being rude lol] Amber: ['next time you take me clubbing' we got bants] Cosmo: [just like alright, alright 'it was me who ended up having a shit night anyway'] Amber: [doing the hand squeeze apology back to him] Cosmo: [pulling away, not too dramatically 'cos not an ew moment, but clearly not her fault so like nah girl] Amber: [getting up to wash up because even though they've 100% got a dishwasher she wouldn't have ever lived anywhere that does cos hippie life so it wouldn't occur to her honestly] Cosmo: [finding a tea towel like I'll dry] Amber: [how coupley of you, love that, just grooving while we do this because of course] Cosmo: [gonna lowkey check you out 'you didn't do enough dancing...we'll have to go again, actually'] Amber: [just giving a horrified look like they're no such thing as enough dancing thank you but then loling 'we could do a friday night instead, if that works better for you'] Cosmo: ['alright' then pausing 'probably not for a while' 'cos we have all this extra training to do and people to appease so we gon' be busy] Amber: ['okay' genuine because she will wait and that's the tea, then I'm gonna take the bathtub moment from the OG convo we did because #mood and it actually works better now cos she does need to bathe lol so I'm saying she goes upstairs, making herself at home again obvs and calls 'bring me tea' over her shoulder as she goes like the queen she is] Cosmo: [it does work better and is needed so go ahead, though he is truly confused where she is going and why but like okay, pop off at this point] Amber: [excuse us Indie because you're assumedly still here lol] Cosmo: how do you take your tea Cosmo: we don't have green Amber: I don't like green tea, don't worry Amber: but I still take black tea that way, no milk Amber: what colour is your sugar? Cosmo: I think we might have some 🤎 in the baking shit if it's a dealbreaker Amber: if there is, I'll have some but it's not Amber: we run out of everything at home Cosmo: I'll be amazed if we have any left but 🤞🙏 Amber: at least you have hot water Cosmo: that's what you're doing Amber: 🛀🏽🧜🏽 Cosmo: don't get in yet Amber: why? Cosmo: your tea will get cold Amber: you're supposed to bring it to me, boy Cosmo: how am I meant to Cosmo: leave it at the door? Cosmo: close my eyes? Amber: I won't be able to reach it if you leave it there, and you don't need to be embarrassed Cosmo: I'm not embarrassed Amber: fine, neither of us will get accidentally scolded by hot tea that you're carrying around with your eyes closed then Cosmo: not clumsy, for one, do more research nerd Amber: oh, are you carrying it with your feet? I didn't realise, sorry Cosmo: you reckon all my skill is in my feet only? Amber: and your head, if footballers are still allowed to do that? Amber: but you're not a goalkeeper Cosmo: yeah, headers are valid Cosmo: rest assured, I can still get a full mug to you Amber: they are banned for children because the risk of brain damage is valid too, according to my research Amber: chronic traumatic encephalopathy Cosmo: big words Cosmo: all I know is rugby is rougher Cosmo: or I could be a boxer, so Amber: it also happens to boxers, I don't know about rugby players Cosmo: anything where you're getting bashed about the head too much Cosmo: most only do it when necessary but it's some people's 'thing' to assist or score rather than lose it in the scrabble of feet Amber: that makes sense, but we've digressed here away from the debate of how good you are, or aren't, with your hands Cosmo: what you mean is, we've digressed away from you getting your tea in a prompt manner Cosmo: diva Amber: yes and yes Cosmo: 😏 Cosmo: it's brewing Amber: thanks Cosmo: you can take back what you said about my lack of skills later, like Amber: if you have foraging skills for sugar, maybe I will Cosmo: see if you taste the difference Amber: now you're doubting my skills? I guess I deserve that Cosmo: your taste? Cosmo: happened last night tbh Amber: 😠 Cosmo: come on Cosmo: I could've said when we met Cosmo: I was being well nice Amber: if you'd said it when we met I'd have agreed with you Cosmo: I suppose anything's a step up Amber: the sex absolutely was Cosmo: thrilled for you Amber: there's still plenty left for you to make fun of him, and me, about Cosmo: I'd rather not Amber: I'd rather you didn't either but it hasn't stopped you so far Cosmo: just stop talking then Amber: talking to me like that isn't going to provoke me into giving you the silent treatment Cosmo: [just bring this tea up moodily] Amber: [taking it and saying thanks again as if you're just at the kitchen table or whatever instead of naked and chilling in this bath lol] Cosmo: [we are not looking and just shrugging like whatever idc] Amber: [splashing him obvs like stop being rude] Cosmo: [when you can't even be mad like your ma uses this bathroom 'cos clearly not so you're just scowling but not 👀 her] Amber: [just smelling everything that's on the side of this bath because you don't want to use anything that's Dash's] Cosmo: [doing our hair in the mirror as if we need] Amber: ['are you always like this when a girl wants to spend time with you?' do we mean rude or checking yourself out instead of her or both tbh] Cosmo: [big sigh and rubbing our temples 'you wanted a bath'] Amber: ['and you'd also rather I didn't do that?'] Cosmo: ['do you not think this is weird?'] Amber: ['You're making it bizarre now' because genuinely doesn't think it's weird obviously or she wouldn't do it] Cosmo: [scoffs like oh yeah, me] Amber: [splashing him bigger than before] Cosmo: [turning 'round like STOP but then you're just looking at her the most intense] Amber: [obviously looking back like please just say something or do something before we both die lol] Cosmo: [when you shake your head microscopically to say you can't 'cos you wanna so bad obvs] Amber: [when you're not even doing the pout for a pisstake it just happens naturally because likewise, soz for drawing even more attention to those lips like] Cosmo: [the noise you're barely holding back here 'you know we can't'] Amber: ['I know we could' because it would be so easy rn to let this happen and they both know it lbr and I can only imagine how her voice sounds rn, soz again] Cosmo: [shaking your head more vigorously to snap yourself outta it 'cos you must, and throwing a new towel down for her like there you go and making your exit] Amber: [doing such a cinematic and dramatic lay down in the water moment because ffs] Cosmo: [lord knows what you're gonna do with yourself boy] Amber: [she should literally leave right now immediately but we in this bath now so blatantly getting clean first, a lot quicker than she would of but still the idea makes me lol] Cosmo: [lmao, just glad you no doubt have a gym sesh or something now so get that frustration out but lord] Amber: [just gotta awkwardly leave here in that club lewk because we can't ask him for an outfit rn, oh gal] Cosmo: [ah the awks awks awks] Amber: [such fun, this is why I love you two, he cockblocks himself so we don't have to] Cosmo: [truly but also hate it lol] Amber: [we 100% need to give him a WAG girlfriend like remember when Joe had that cringey Blake Lively one back in the day] Cosmo: [oh lord yes] Amber: [I'm trying to think who looks like a WAG so we can give her a face for the lols] Cosmo: [I was thinking a character like Ruby from sex education, she's the only one I can think of rn, but that's a WAG-ish vibe] Amber: [I vibe that and I also have an idea how he could meet her like what if she's to do with the dad's girlfriend like when people are really extra about their goddaughters pretending like they are fam when they're for real not even] Cosmo: [that's a fat mood, just using your godmother to get a mans lowkey lol] Amber: [anyways that's for another convo, you can post this if you like]

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d-noona · 4 years

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MAKE OVER

Chapter 7: Fairy God Mommy

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Reader as Kang Hyeonji

SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.

After that nothing could have made Hyeonji happy, not even when Mrs. Jung returned with her still apologetic mother in tow. Amazingly, Zil was thrilled by the idea of becoming Mrs Jung's cleaner, then estatic when Hoseok explained his refinancing offer.

"Isn't that wonderful news Hyeonji?" Her mother exclaimed. "Now we wont have to have a stranger in the house. And you'll have money for yourself for a change."

Hyeonji smiled and said yes, it was wonderful. She smiled all through lunch and laughed when the four of them moved Mrs Jung's living room furniture to new spots, then have to move everything back again to their original places when the end result did not please Mrs Jung's creative eye.

No one would have guessed how wretched Hyeonji felt. She was a past master at hiding her feelings, especially around Hoseok. But her heart grew heavier as the hours passed. By afternoon tea, she was exhausted with the emotional strain of pretending to be bright and breezy when inside she was shattered. Hoseok's getting back with Tinashe the following Sunday was the final straw.

His eagerness for their reconciliation had been palpable, his body language reeking of sexual frustration as he'd spoken of his time away from Tinashe. He could not wait to jump back into bed with her. Hyeonji could no longer fool herself. Any attention he'd been giving her had been the result of his boredom, not because of any suddenly selfless maturity.

"You won't forget about the refinancing," she reminded him stiffly when it came time for them to leave.

"Not at all. In fact, your mom is going to provide me the relevant papers this very afternoon. I'll collect them shortly, Zil, and have Sejin get onto it first thing this week, then I'll bring up whatever needs to be signed next Saturday." As Hoseok elaborates what he plans to have his secretary do.

"You coming home next Saturday, are you?" Hyeonji asked with a weary resignation. Normally, the thought of Hobi being around thrilled her to pieces. Now there was no pleasure in the news, only the cynical thought that of course he was coming home. Had nothing better to do till Sunday, did he?

"Yes, I've been invited to speak at a local business awards dinner on Saturday night. I'm also presenting the prizes" he says.

"How nice." Hyeonji answers blandly.

"Why don't you take Hyeonji, Hoseok?" His mother suggested. "The invitation says "and partner"."

Hoseok's instant frown was enough to turn Hyeonji off the idea, despite her stupid heart giving one last feeble leap. His eyes turned her way then travelled slowly over her. She could actually see his brain ticking away. Dear old Hyeonji doesn't look half bad now. She wouldn't be an embarrassment to take, not like she would have been a week ago.

"Would you like to go?" He asked her. "It's a black tie, so you'll need a dinner dress."

Hyeonji steeled herself to do the one thing she'd thought she would never do. Reject the man she loved. "Thank you Hobi," she said with superb indifference, "but I have other plans for next Saturday night."

His brown eyes instantly clouded a small stab of triumph lifted her spirits momentarily., quickly followed by a much stab of despair. Tears threatened and she just had to get out of there. Panic had her glancing around for her mother. "Ready to go home Mum?" She asked, determined to keep up the false gaiety to the bitter end. "I have quite a bit to do before the working week starts tomorrow."

"My working week starts tomorrow too, doesn't it Mrs Jung?" Zil returned happily.

"Indeed it does."

"Thank you so much," Zil went on, clasping her neighbor's hands with her own with rather touching gratitude. "For lunch. And...and everything."

Mrs Jung smiled and patted Zil's hands. "It's I who's grateful. I've found myself a wonderful cleaner and a new friend as well. See you in the morning Mrs Kang."

"And I'll be seeing you later Mrs Kang!" Hoseok called out as Hyeonji shepherded her mother out of the house. "To get those papers."

"What nice people they are," Zil said on the short way home. "And wasn't it kind of Hoseok to help us out with that money business?"

"Yes, it was." Hyeonji admitted, but tight-lipped.

A silence descended between the two women as they made their way inside, but Hyeonji could feel her mother watching her.

"Why didn't you say yes when Hoseok asked you to go out with him?" Zil asked once they were safely alone in the kitchen. "It...it wasn't because of what I said earlier, was it? About not being...well...pretty enough for him? Because that's not true, Hyeonji. You're plenty pretty enough. And he really likes you. I can see that now. He could hardly take his eyes off you all over lunch, and then later he..."

"Oh Mum, please," Hyeonji begged. "You don't have to lie. You were right the first time."

"No, darling. I wasn't. I was wrong. Very wrong. And I'm thoroughly ashamed of myself. I was feeling sorry for myself, and I was afraid. Yes, afraid." She repeated when Hyeonji's eyes widened. "Afraid some man would snap you up, looking as you do now, and I'd be left all alone in this world."

"But today opened my eyes there's Mrs Jung, a widow like myself, but she doesn't sit around feeling sorry for herself. Besides her writing, she plays golf and bingo and bridge. And she doesn't tie that boy of hers to her apron-strings, either. I can see its up to me to make something of my life for myself. I know becoming a cleaner isnt much but at least I'm good at it, and it's a start. I might even go to that hair dresser of yours with some of my cleaning money and become a blonde!"

"Oh Mum!" Hyeonji exclaimed, a burst of very real joy dragging her heart back out of the doldrums. "You've no idea how happy you made me, hearing you say that."

"Do you forgive me for saying those awful things to you, my dear? I didn't mean them, you know."

Hyeonji couldnt help but relent. "Of course, I forgive you," she said gently. "I love you Mom."

"Oh Hyeonji," her mother crude, and threw her arms around her daughter.

Unfortunately , it was not the best of time for Hyeonji to be hugged. Her mother's display of affection tipped her over the edge on which she'd been balancing for several hours., splintering the brittle control which she'd been holding in her misery. Her shoulders began to shake as sobs racked her whole body. "Oh my daughter," her mother groaned, and hugged her even more tightly. "Dont cry, darling. Please dont cry. Oh, you make me feel terrible. If only I hadn't said those awful things, you would have probably gone out with Hoseok when he asked you. It's my fault!"

"No, it isn't," Hyeonji sniffled when she at last pulled out of her mother's arms. "Hoseok only asked me out because Tinashe's trying to prove some point or other and she's refused to have anything to do with him for a month. But come next Sunday they'll be back together again, as thick as thieves. Who knows? If she plays her cards right he might even ask her to marry him."

"What rubbish!" Her mother pronounced firmly, startling Hyeonji. "Hoseok is not in love with that flashy bit of goods. No man in love with one girl looks at another girl as he looked at you today."

Hyeonji was dumbfounded. "But I...I didn't notice him looking at me in a special way..."

"Then you're as blind as he is, my girl. You made a big mistake refusing to go out with him next Saturday night. Now listen here; when he comes over to pick up those papers, you tell him you've changed your mind and you'd like to go after all."

"But...but..." Hyeonji stammered.

"NO buts. You said he's not getting back with that Tinashe till Sunday. Make the most of what time you have!" Zil pushed Hyeonji with both her arms on her waist.

"I was just going to say I don't have anything to wear," Hyeonji smiled weakly.

"Well, that's easily fixed."

"How? Hoseok's accountant can't get us anymore money immediately. And I'm not taking the cleaning money you earn, Mom. No way. One hundred dollars wouldnt be nearly enough anyway," she added with a sad sigh. "A dinner dress, complete with shoes and bag doesn't come cheap these days."

"Would five hundred dollars do?"

"Five hundred! But where?... I mean..." Hyeonji surprised at her mother.

Zil smiled her pleasure at her daughter's surprise. "You're not the only one who has rainy-day money stashed away, my girl. Come this way."

Hyeonji followed, fascinated, while her mother led her upstairs and into the master bedroom where she proceeded to lift up the mattress and draw out a battered brown paper envelope. She opened the flap and tipped the contents out onto the patchwork quilt. Notes of all sizes fluttered down, mostly fives, tens and twenties.

"I used to hide this is an empty washing powder box in the laundry when your father was alive. But now its safe enough out here. I know there's at least five hundred dollars, maybe more." She gathered the money up and pressed them into Hyeonji's hands. "I want you to buy yourself a dress which will knock Hoseok's eyes out!"

Hyeonji hated the wild rush of elation ehich flooded her heart, for she feared she was setting herself up for a disaster of monumental proportions. No matter what her mother said and no matter what dress she brought, how could she seriously compete with Tinashe? It was like comparing a nice little house wine with a top brand french champagne. Tinashe's extravagant self fizzed sparkled. She was special-occassion lady whereas she, was the common, everyday, value for money variety.

When Hoseok looked at her he only ever saw a familiar face. And everyone knew what familiarity bred. Contempt. Never chemistry.

Or was that how he'd seen her in the past? Dared she hoped that her new look had evoked a new appreciation? Hyeonji had told the truth when she'd said she hadn't notice Hoseok looking at her differently today. But after his news about Tinashe she'd been too upset to notice anything, and had avoided Hoseok's eyes as much as possible.

Could her mother's observations possibly be correct, or was she just trying to make her daughter feel better? She'd been guilty over her earlier less than generous remarks. Hyeonji didn't want to keep her hopes up. And yet, something was stirring within her soul. Something she'd never felt before. Something rather wicked.

Tinashe had called her a sly piece. Maybe she was right, Hyeonji thought with a steeling of her spirit. Because I am not going to go quietly, Tinashe, darling. Neither am I going to let you have Hoseok back without a fight. Come Saturday night, I'm going to use every female trick in the book.

The trouble was...she hadn't read that particular book yet. She would have to depend on her feminine instinct. The front doorbell ringing startled both of them. "That'll be Hoseok," Zil said urgently. "Now drop that money and go down and talk to him while I get those papers he wants. Tell him you've changed your mind about Saturday night, and ask him what time he wants you ready by. Be cool, though. Not overly eager."

Hyeonji shocked at her mother "Mum, you sneaky thing!"

"Well there is no point in being easy. Any girl who looks as good as you do can pkay a little hard to get. Besides, men never want what they think they can have, gratis. They like a bit of a challenge."

Hyeonji went down stairs shaking her head. Who would have believed that within her own shy reserved mother lurked the makings of a femme fatale? Heaven knew what would happen if the Kang widow became a blonde!

Hyeonji summoned up a pleasant smile to answer the door, resolving to watch this time for any sign that Hoseok looked at her differently in any way.

"Hello there again," she said. "Mum wont be a minute with those papers. Look, about next Saturday night Hobi, that was rude of me to dismiss your very nice invitation out of hand. I know what its like to go to these things alone..."

She didn't actually, because she's never been to an awards dinner. But Hyeonji had never lacked imagination. Just think of all those times Hosoek had made lover to her in her mind. Unfortunately, she began thinking of one those times right at this moment. It was her favorite scenario where Hoseok was concerned. He would bring her home to this door after a serious date and there would be much kissing and panting on the front porch. When she finally unlocked the door, he would push her inside, then scoop her up into his arms and carry her upstairs to her room where a three-foot bed was no barrier to true love.

Her mouth dried as she thought of their naked bodies blended tightly, writhing together. Her brown eyes glittered as they began unconsciously to rove over the object of her desire. Before they reach his waist, Hyeonji swallowed then cleared her throat. "Er...could I possibly change my mind and say yes?"

He stiffened. He actually stiffened. Why?

"Is there a problem with that?" She asked airily, even while her heart was thudding. He stood there frowning at her. The atmosphere on that doorstep was suddenly charged with a quite alien tension. Hyeonji didnt know what to make of it except that she found herself holding her breath.

"Hobi?" She choked out.

He seemed to have to shake himself to answer her. "No." He muttered. "No problem. I'll look forward to it."

Hyeonji had to be careful not to let all her breath out of her lungs in a rush. "Fine," she said with a small smile. "Well, where is this dinner and what time should I be ready?"

"Its being held down at the League's Club, in the Admiral's Quarters. The dinner starts at eight. Pre-drinks at seven thirty. I'll pick you up at...say...seven?"

Hyeonji nodded "I'll be ready. And thanks again for helping us with the finance business."

"My pleasure." He answered.

But it didn't look as if it was his pleasure. Not at all. He hadn't smiled once since she'd opened the door. Hyeonji could not make head or tail of his mood, except that it was obvious he had mixed feelings about taking her to that dinner.

She prayed his reluctance was because he'd begun to feel things for her which he found confusing, and not because Tinashe might get jealous if she ever found out. Her mother's arrival at that point steered the conversation to a less stressful grounds. Hoseok left a couple of minutes later and as Zil closed the front door she threw Hyeonji a questioning glance. "Well? What happened? You both seemed tense when I came down."

Hyeonji shrugged. "I don't really know. I told him I changed my mind about the dinner, and he agreed to take me, but not with great enthusiasm. To be honest, I think it worried the heck out of him."

"Well that's better than indifference, Hyeonji."

Nodding her head Hyeonji agreed "That's what I was thinking."

Zil patted her daughter's back "Only time will tell."

Chapter 08

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Better Man // Part 2

Hey guys! Hope you liked the first part of Better Man, my newest fanfict for Ashton! I'm really enjoying writing this, and felt inspired recently as I have just returned from a holiday! Enjoy this second part.

Warnings: light smut, swearing, slight mention of controlling relationships.

****

"He called you cute?!" Camila squeeled with delight, as I recalled the events from earlier in the day.

I sighed, but smiled a little. For once Camila actually sounded invested in one of my guy stories.

"And then... His mate just walked off with him?!" she asked confused.

"Well, Luke his friend, and band mate, basically dragged him back to have a nap, he'd had so much to drink Cami" I scoffed.

"He's in a band?!" Ed gasped.

"Go Y/N! You've pulled! " Camila cheered, clapping.

"Comeon guys, I was just providing support. He was quite drunk so I bet he doesn't remember any of it". I chuckle, picking up my drink and heading back to the bar after finishing my break. I wasn't try to make a big deal out of the chat with the boy as it wasn't a big deal, but he was kinda cute. And it was nice that he felt comfortable talking to me.

****

"Lucky number 7, numero siete" I hear the entertainer Sami shout from the stage. Bingo was a very popular game in the hotel, especially as the old folk found it fun. I'd noted that the hotel was busier tonight, filled with all ages, which meant good business. I'd already had to stop 2 guys on a stag do from having more alcohol. I continued to make my favourite cocktail for a lady at the bar, Love On The Beach, which had vodka, strawberry flavouring with peach schnaps and a dash of lemonade. I presented the lady with the drink, to which she lightly clapped.

"Excuse me miss?" I hear a voice say at the bar. I turn around and see the curly haired boy, looking rather sleepy. His hair was messier than usual, and he was dressed in the same clothes are he had on 5 hours earlier. He rubbed his hand in the back of his head in an awkward fashion.

"Well hello rockstar, back for another drink?" I jokingly ask.

He smirks, sitting down at the bar, placing his head in the palm of his hands. I decide to make him a special drink. It was my first drink I learnt from Camila, a hangover cure! Orange juice, lemonade and a few other secret ingredients. I make the drink up, and place it in front of him.

"Please tell me there's no gin in this" he groans, lifting his head up from the bar table to inspect the drink.

I chuckle. "None what so ever sir".

He goes to give me a €10 note to pay for the drink. I wave my hand across my chest.

"No charge, its on me" I smile, pushing the drink closer towards him. He replies with a wide smile, I note his big ___ eyes, looking at me.

"Thanks Y/N" he replies, taking a sip. He subtlety moans.

"That's lovely".

"Enjoy... D'you know, I never got your name." I chuckle.

"Really? How rude of me." the boy laughs, offering me his hand.

"My names Ashton" he says, shaking my hand.

"So I wanted to apologise for earlier, I wasn't myself, and normally I'm not that much of a drinker like that" he said.

"It's okay, I've heard a lot worse stories over the past few months. I witnessed a divorce at this very bar, so you're good" I reply.

"Wow" is all his reply is. He takes another sip of the drink, followed by 2 headache tablets.

"Did you have some dinner?" I ask.

"Not yet, I'm waiting for Luke and Sierra and then we'll head out for the night" he replies.

"So is Luke a friend in your band?".

"Yup, he's the guitarist and vocalist, I'm the drummer" he says proudly.

"That's so cool!" I smile. As I attempt to find out more about Ashton, I hear a clicking of a finger and find a big old gentlemen trying to beckon me over to his side of the bar. I sigh.

"Excuse me Ashton" I say, walking to the gentlemen.

"Finally! I've been waiting for service for ages!" the old man moans.

"I do apologise sir, how may I help?" I reply awkwardly.

****

Its 1am, and the stag do have finally left the bar to head into the town centre for a night out. I sigh in relief, tidying up so I can close up and head home for the night. It was my day off tomorrow so I was looking forward to a lie in. I decided to start clearing the tables first, filling my tray with cocktail glasses. I hear a smash of glass, I turn around and see Margot by shattered glass.

I groan, heading over to her with a brush and pan. I smile at her, and let her get on with cleaning up the mess. She just shrugs at me, and proceeds to clean up. Throughout my shift, all I've thought about is Ashton, and how lovely he was. For the rest of the night before Luke and Sierra returned, we talked about lots in between me serving customers. We spoke about living in England, something both of us had done.

"Don't you miss home?" I questioned.

"Yeah, but the boys and I knew that we had to leave Aus a bit to try and get known musically. It was brilliant, living on our own, no rules, no nagging mums-" he says.

"No cleaning" I interrupted, laughing. He gives me a playful nudge at my comment.

"So did you live alone in England before moving here?" he asks.

"I actually lived with my Dad until he remarried, which became difficult to I decided to stay here for good!" I reply with a smile.

Ashton pouts. "But do you not miss home?" he asks.

"Not really. I have bad memories of home, with family and other people, so it was nice to start all over here again" I reply.

"I get it, like I miss home but so much has happened since I moved out and focused on the band" Ashton smiles.

****

I continued to clean the bar, and manage to finish around 2am. I sigh looking at my Apple Watch, noting the time. I head to reception to sign out, and am greeted by Ashton, sat on the chairs, like he was waiting for someone.

"Hey Rockstar" I smile tiredly, trying to hide my yawn.

"Hey Y/N, going home?" he asks.

"Yup, off tomorrow which will be nice".

Ashton looks somewhat disappointed. "Oh? So I won't see you tomorrow?" he replies, looking at the floor.

"Not at work nope, but if you're in the town or about maybe I'll say hey" I wink, confused at why he appeared so disappointed.

"That would be nice, Luke and Sierra were thinking of heading to the beach tomorrow, so maybe see you around" Ashton says.

"Well personally, I'd go to the one further down towards the airport. Its much nicer and better quality sand, if you get me. I head there with Cami and Ed often, it's nice" I smile.

"I take it Ed and Cami are mates?" he asks.

"Yup, Cami is a cleaner here at the hotel and Ed works on reception." I reply.

"That's cool, well maybe I'll say hey to them if I see them around, point out next time? He asks.

"Will do, enjoy your night Ashton" I smile, signing my name and walk towards the exit.

"Goodnight Y/N" he smiles at me, before walking away.

****

I couldn't sleep last night, which was weird for me. Normally, I'm out like a light, but last night was different. I had Ashton on my mind and I couldn't work out why. The way he smiled at me, made me laugh all night at the bar. The sparkle in his Hazel eyes got made me feel gooey.

I decided to get up, and head to the local Spar to get some food bits for the day. I parked my car in the car park, and headed into the store. I grabbed a roll, some Lays crisps and a bottle of Pepsi. I turned into the sweet section and overheard a woman with an American accent laughing.

"Luke! There here, come get the candy" she laughed, before walking into the same section as me. I stopped, and recognised the voice as Sierra, Luke's girlfriend.

"Oh hello" I warmly smile, continuing my shopping and placing some strawberry laces in my basket.

"Hey Y/N, Ash said you had a day off today!" Sierra says, grabbing the same bag of sweets.

"Do I hear my name?" I hear Ashton say, as he turns the corner into where we're stood. As soon as he sees me, his face lights up like a little boy in Christmas day. I playfully wave at him. He comes over.

"Hey Y/N, did you decide on a beach day too?" Ashton says.

"As a matter of fact I did! I take it you listened to my suggestion of this beach?" I say, pointing to the beach over the road from the shop.

"Ahhh so you recommend it... That explains a lot." Sierra winked at Ashton.

"Well it would be rude of us to not invite you along to sit with us for the day, if you wanted?" Sierra asks.

"That would be lovely, thank you. It's always nice to have some company on my days off" I reply, excited at the fact that I get to spend time with them, as they seemed like a good bunch of mates.

Ashton smiled over at me, beckoning me over to the sweet counter.

"Now Y/N, what other sweets should we get?" he asks.

****

"You're definitely cheating!" Ashton insists, pouting like a four year and throwing the cards onto the blanket.

I laugh, picking up the cards and start to reshuffle the deck. It's the 5th round of Rummy and Ashton had lost every single round.

"What can I say, I'm just too good for you" I wink playfully. Ashton rolls his eyes, poking my chest playfully. I watch Sierra and Luke, who are play wrestling on the beach. Its been good hanging out with the three of them for the day. They've spoken a lot about the band, Luke and Sierra's relationship and planning future holidays.

"They're cute together" I admire the couple dancing on the beach. I look over at Ashton, who is also looking at them.

"Yeah, they've been through a lot those guys, I love them lots" he smiles. "They've both been great friends to me, especially recently".

"Can I ask you, what actually happened with your ex?" I asked curiously, not wanted to upset him.

"Myself and Kay had been dating for 6 months, things were going well, but I found myself not being able to give her my full attention, with everything that was going well with 5SOS. She started to make me feel guilty for being away from her. I tried to make effort more, but in the end she wanted more than I could offer. I tried to end up several times, but each time she'd come up with a different excuse or reason not to. In the end I stupidly invited her on this holiday with Luke and Sierra to try and calm things down. Biggest mistake. She took it as a sign that we would be getting back together, but I kept saying to her that I just want to be friends. We sat down the other day and she ended up storming off. So... That's it" Ashton said, his head facing down the whole time.

I pause, taking it all it. "I'm so sorry, it must have been difficult." I reply, placing a reasurring hand on his back.

"It's okay. I just feel bad that she wanted more from me that I can offer. She knew my schedule. I just wish I could find someone that understands that" he sighs.

"I get you, like a no strings things?" I ask.

"Basically yeah, it's how things with her started, but then it clearly got more complicated. Feelings get mixed up. Sex turns into moving in. It went quickly." he says.

"I get that. My ex jumped ahead, its scary, especially if you aren't ready for it" I reply, sighing.

"You went through the same thing?" Ashton asks, looking at me.

I pause, preparing myself to tell the story.

"Yup, and it ended messy. We dated for 5 months. Started off as a hook up after meeting on Tinder, and somehow he turned it into a relationship. I basically felt forced into it, he kept saying 'it's the right thing' when in reality I didn't want it. He insisted on making it a serious relationship, meeting family and making it official on social media. When I tried to end it, all I'd get is abuse, calling me crazy and stupid. In the end I managed to leave him, but he ended up stalking me for weeks after. In the end I got a retraining order, and I've had no trouble since" I said.

Ashton sat and listened to my entire story in silence, nodding a little and sighing with me.

"Wow, you've been through a lot" he said.

"Yup, but then I look at how happy I am now, at my new job, making new friends and meeting new faces each and every day, it gives me so much happiness" I reply smiling. Ashton smiles at this comment, knowing that I'm hinting at him.

"That makes me happy to hear. I'm glad we met y'know Y/N, you're a lovely girl" Ashton says.

"Thanks Ash, I guess you're alright" I reply giving him a wink. He jokingly pushes me to the ground, and jokingly pins me down to the sand, holding both of my hands. We're both laughing, before it all goes quiet. I look deeply into his eyes, memerizing each part of his face. His cute dimples on his cheek, the crease in his lips. Realising what he was doing, all of a sudden he gets up and walks in a circle.

I pause, confused.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, sorry, I shouldnt have done that" he replies worryingly.

"It's okay, we were only messing around. It was funny" I replied, shocked at how serious he was taking this.

"If you're sure, just don't wanna hurt you" he replies.

I laugh. "I'm a big girl Ash, I'll be okay" I laugh. He chuckles, rolling his eyes, before sitting back down on the picnic blanket again.

****

We get back to the Hotel, and I'm greeted by a beaming Camila, who introduces herself to Ashton, Sierra and Luke.

"Please excuse Miss Y/L/N, she's needed in a room urgently." she requests, dragging me arm away to room 263. She pulls me into the room, and I see Ed is already sat there patiently waiting, on the bed, legs and arms crossed.

"What in earth?" I whisper, realising that we're in a guests room.

"Oh don't worry they checked out an hour ago, no one new expected until later on" Cami reasurres me.

"So, spill some tea sis!!!" Ed chimes.

"Why didn't you tell us you were meeting up with the curly haired boy?!" Cami says.

"OK so his name is Ashton, and he's really sweet. We hung out with his friends at the beach, nothing special" I shrug.

"It looked pretty special to me, looked like a double date" Camila smirked. Ed clapped his hands at this.

"Ashton isn't really looking for... Anything... Or anyone for that matter... At the moment, so it definitely wasn't a date, just hanging out." I shrug, trying to contain my excitement that he was pretty cute.

"But still, he is cute girl, you gotta admit that" Camila said, smiling.

"Yeah, he is, I like him". I said, smiling and dancing around the room a little. Ed and Camila join in dancing with me, before we're interrupted by a knock. Camila forgot to shut the door behind her.

"You lot seem... Happy?" Ashton questions, seeing us all dancing. I can feel myself turning bright red, hoping that he didn't hear what I just said.

"Erm.. Yeah, just happy that it's the weekend!" Ed smiles, trying to cover our backs.

"Speaking of which, cool if I grab Y/N?" Ashton asks.

"You go ahead sweetie, we'll be just here". Camila grins from ear to ear, ushering Ed out of the room, and hide behind the corner so they can hear every word. I roll my eyes at this action.

Ashton chuckeled. "Your friends are funny".

"Yeah they're petty decent. Did you have a good day? I hope you liked the beach and that you liked the food also, because I really was worried tha-" I said.

"It was perfect, Y/N, thank you. Luke commented on how much of a great tour guide you were for us today. So thankyou. Plus you have a good eye for nice food!" Ashton smiles, lightly brushing his finger along my cheek. I can feel myself shudder at this light touch, making me legs feel like jelly.

"Speaking of food, to say thank you, I'd like to take you out for dinner tonight, just me and you. Is that okay?" Ashton asked.

I pause, shocked at his request.

"I-I would love to" is all I manage to reply.

"Great, it's a date" he winks, before walking off.

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