#hopefully i will gain the courage to tell her im in love with her

[jadespams]

the girl i like is coming over to visit me today 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁 my roommate is gone for the day too 😁😁😁

[ghost-orca]

Channeling Your Love; Chapter 1

Mind you, this is video game Joel, everything that happens in this story means the pandemic started in 2013 so all the songs are "canon" until after September of 2013, IM SORRY PEDRO PASCAL FANS!!!

Description; You're a music radio show host for Jackson with a hidden past in the apocalypse. What more can I say?

Warnings: Future smut, for now its just meet cute fluff; PTSD for future chapters: it gets real dark guys, this is my first time writing Fanfic so bare with me....

“Alriiight Jackson, it's time to rise and shine! How about we start our day with some positive energy and a good old classic, Conga by Gloria Estefan!” The music playing loudly through the living room, Joel was immediately irritated. “Christ” he mumbled

“Ellie! Turn the radio off!”

“Why?” she yelled back 

“I hate this song, it's too damn loud.” He replied

“Then leave! I'm having fun!”

“Ellie, plea-” 

“Nope! Get grumpy somewhere else, old man.”

Joel sits for a minute, shaking his head “I have had enough of this” he decides, picking up his jacket making his way to the door.

“Where are you going? I was just joking when I said to leave and the song is almost over y’know!” Ellie yells out shaking her body along with the music

“I’m going to that damn radio station, gonna tell them how I feel about their early morning music choices and hopefully change their mind”

Ellie scoffed “good luck ruining everyone's fun dinosaur.” continuing to dance along to the music

Joel scoffed back at her and exited their shared home

After a five minute long uphill walk, Joel spots the radio station Tommy had told him about, stomping upwards to have a word with the radio show host. He knocked loudly on the front door before entering, trying to appear polite at least to have the upper hand, but after a minute of no answer he decided to let himself in, walking up a narrow staircase, following the sound of music, not caring what song was playing even if it was something he liked 

“You can ring my beeellllllll” Was heard reverberating through the walls walking up, finally entering the studio apartment that connected to the radio station room with a glass wall to suppress noise from the outside world. The first thing he sees is you, shaking your hips and ass along to the song, eyes closed never noticing him there. Looking at you he recognized seeing you around town, thinking you were surprisingly fit for someone who doesn't go on patrols, realizing why you were as he watched you. He couldn't help but focus his attention on your ass, the way your hips moved along with the rhythm. 

“Shit” he mumbled to himself, lost in thought looking at you as you swayed by yourself, like no one was watching. 

You open your eyes for a moment noticing the man standing in your studio apartment, immediately freezing in your tracks. “How long has he been standing there?” you thought to yourself, chest heaving, making unbroken eye contact with your stranger. Oh god, he's handsome too you thought, cheeks reddening. 

Joel sees you see him, witnessing you completely stop what you were doing, and gulps.

“Keep going.” He says, feeling rude for interrupting you, but mostly embarrassed, thinking you’d caught him in the act of leering

“W-what?” You respond, having trouble hearing through the glass panel separating the two of you and loud music, gesturing to the glass and record player so he could understand.

Joel understood, and got all the more embarrassed, huffing towards the ground to gain some courage 

“Keep dancing.” He says louder now, and does an awkward little shimmy before pointing to you to make his message more clear. His cheeks start growing red from further embarrassment. “The hell did I do that for?” he questioned himself quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You understand him, but the song was almost over at this point, and it's your cue to go back to the live recorder and continue onto the next song. You jolt over to the mic as the final note fades out “Well, ha, that was Ring My Bell from the one hit wonder, Anita Ward everybody! I hope you guys had fun with that one!” You say into the mic, hiding exasperation in your voice. “Up next is-” You look down at your handwritten list of songs scheduled for the day “Last Night by The Strokes!” you announce with fake excitement. You didn't hate the song, but you had just heard it too many times before. Still, it was important for the future to hear as much music as possible as you thought.

Joel is still watching you at this point, impressed by how quick you can turn your heel. You exit the room, into your own studio apartment, facing the man before you, straightening your back and raising your head to meet his hazel green eyes. “Can I help you with something sir?”

“Uh yeah, I um…” Joel felt completely lost, he came here to complain, take out his anger on you, maybe even teach you a thing or two about ‘the real world’, but all those thoughts he had racing up the hill to confront you had muddled after actually seeing you. He didn't know what to say.

“Ash?” you both hear from downstairs, you sighed in relief, recognizing the voice “What's up Eugene?” you yelled down, starting to feel wary of this strange quiet man in your presence. 

“Was just checking if you were okay, I saw the door was open so,” 

“That's my fault, sorry” Joel yelled down in admission, recognizing Eugene's voice as well, Tommy had introduced the two and grew to respect the old man on patrols with him. 

Hearing footsteps up the stairs Eugene enters the room, “Oh hey Joel, didn't know you were a fan of Ash’s station” 

“Um, no I'm not, I mean…” Joel pauses, trying to find the right words, “So your name is Ash?” he dodges the question retorting back to you 

“No” you respond bluntly “Only Eugene calls me that.”

Eugene looks between the two of you, feeling the uncomfortable energy in the air. 

“What do I call you then?” Joel asks, slight frustration he can't control in his voice, trying to stay civil.

“Call me whatever you want, host, radio person, I don't really care” You responded honestly, sensing his frustration, feeling like pushing his buttons. “Why are you here, Joel?” 

“Well” he starts “If I’m being honest, I find your music to be obnoxious.”

“It's not ‘my music’, Joel, it's just music, and if you don't like it you can just turn off the radio or cover your ears if your missus appreciates it more than you do.” You have a smug grin on your face, knowing you have the upper hand “Besides” You start  “No one else in Jackson has complained to my face about what I decide to play, the first exception being you.” You cross your arms. 

Before Joel can say anything, Eugene interrupts “Alright you two, how about I let you just sort this out amongst yourselves. Ash, if you need anything, just gimme a holler. Joel.” he looks at Joel giving him a respectful nod, getting out of there before he can get involved “Thanks Eugene, sorry to worry you.” You wave him goodbye as he books it downstairs out the front door waving back. You're left alone standing with your new ‘acquaintance’ feeling ready for whatever he might throw at you. Joel sighs. “Alright look, first of all I don’t gotta ‘missus’ like you call it, just a very annoying 14 year old who does whatever the hell she wants if it can’t be helped. So you can imagine the strain of dealing with that alone every morning, and then I have to hear the damn Conga song at 9 in the morning trying to enjoy my coffee in peace because it's the only point in the day I can get some time to myself. So forgive me if my much wanted peace and quiet interrupts whatever you have going on here.” You stare at Joel, appreciating his honesty 

“What's her name?” you ask. He looks at you in surprise for a second, breaking his avoidance towards you.

“Ellie, uh, her name’s Ellie” He responds

“Pretty” you say, fully taking her name in to get an image of her in your mind. “Why don’t you send her up here sometime so I can take her off your hands in the morning? I’ve been meaning to find a young apprentice who's passionate about helping me with the work I do around here. If she’s got a lot of energy I think this would be perfect for her.” 

Joel’s still holding eye contact as you see his eyes widening, taking in the idea. “You don-You don't have to do that really. I love the kid to death but- she can be a real handful honestly.” Joel’s embarrassed at this point, surprised at your compassion to help. 

“She sounds like a great kid” you confess, “I can promise you with the work I do she’ll be tuckered out by the time she comes home to you. Plus, with my schedule she’ll be too busy to bother you in the mornings, so you can start enjoying your coffee in peace.” 

Joel thinks on it, starting to consider the pros and cons of the idea. “I’ll have to ask her if she’d even want to first.” he replies, it would be nice if she had something productive to keep herself busy he thinks to himself.

“That’s alright, if she wants to she can just stop by whenever she likes. Today even, I’d be happy to start showing her the ropes, whenever she’s ready.” You smile at him, realizing you might’ve just solved the problem between you two, wanting to start things off civilly with this gruff but shy handsome man you were meeting for the first time. “Okay” He agrees, scratching his beard after making his decision. “Great!” You respond “Tell her she can stop by anytime after 9 am and before 9 pm. I’m excited to meet her!” 

Joel chuckles, “You don't even know if she’s gonna say yes to this whole thing. Don't get too excited.” he explains.

“Well, based on your description of her, and the fact that she’s 14, I’m guessing she’s feeling pretty bored without much to do around Jackson. Besides helping the community, I'm sure she’d be excited at the idea of a creative outlet.” You say in confidence, smile almost giddy remembering how you felt around the same age. “You got a point there.” he responds, smiling back, blushing at the thought of how cute you look when you're excited.“I’m uh, I’m glad we could talk this out. I’ll go and see her right now.” he starts making his way down the stairs to the doorway. 

“Hey Joel!” You speak out, stopping him in his tracks to look up at you, “Don’t be a stranger, stop by sometime to tell me what music I should play for your morning coffee. Or any music, really.” Joel starts to blush again, surprised by you reaching out to him for company. 

“I’ll think about it.” he says, knowing he will come back again just to see you dance again when he works up the courage. He waves you goodbye. “Nice meeting you!” You reply “Yeah, You too.” looking up at your pretty little face one more time before leaving. Making his way straight to Ellie to tell her the news.

[oyubaat-tapcaf]

Another Job Is Done //Mandalorian x Reader

Here is my first ever Mandalorian Fic, written for @propertyofdindjarin

(small remark, I used ur name so this is kind of Mando x reader but also not)

I am a huge star wars nerd so im happy you preferred a mando fic

Have fun reading!

summary: Din had a bad experience while hunting down a quarry, leaving him with his feelings clear.

wordcount: 2985

warnings: canon typical violence, kind of a near death experience, a little bit of angst but lots of fluff

The ramp of the Razor Crest made a loud hissing noise when the hydraulics started to work on opening it. As the end of it reached the floor, the Mandalorian entered his ship. He seemed exhausted. He did not strut, as usual, his body language showed, this fight hadn’t been easy. He seemed like he even got hurt, more than usual. 

Mando grunted when he pulled the unconscious quarry up into his ship. He was in pain. This womprat he’d been hunting down was hard to catch and also a very good fighter. Well, not good enough. Din closed the ramp and hurled the quarry up into his carbonite chamber then he pressed the button to freeze him. Another job is done. Finally. 

He groaned quietly under his beskar helmet and let himself fall back against the wall. He wasn’t hurt badly but he was sore. He had been awake and going for a few days now, he needed food, water, and sleep. And maybe someone to hold onto. He was gone for a couple of long days and he was on edge. He liked being alone, but since he had the kid he realized how nice a little bit of company can be. He changed since he got the child that’s why this job was a little different. The job was a well-paying one. That was because the quarry was on a planet that was hard to get to. It was behind a big dangerous nebula. There were only a few people who were able to get to the other end alive and he was lucky that one of those people was willing to help him. His piloting was good but not good enough for the turbulence he might face in the nebula. Well for 50 percent of the bounty. That was a good deal. Even half of the money was enough for Din to buy food for him and his little friend, also to buy new fuel and new bullets for his pulse rifle since he was out of them.

The Mandalorian was too proud to admit it, he liked the pilot that was with him. She was a nice and beautiful young lady. She knew what she wanted and she got what she wanted. He remembers discussing the deal with her. She knew how to make a good deal, and she wasn’t intimidated by Din's appearance. Usually, people were acting different around him, some even being afraid of him. They heard the stories of Mandalore and its population. They heard of the strong beskar armor and Mandalorian combat skills. So Din usually gets what he wants. But that pilot...she wasn’t having it. 

“Look, I know you are an amazing hunter, but I’m just as good of a pilot, so that means we will split the bounty in half, no discussion needed,” she said while sipping away on her spotchka. Her eyes were challenging him, daring him to disagree with her.

“You will fly on my ship. And I will hunt down the quarry,” Din leaned forward looking straight into her eyes. “I don’t think 50/50 will work for me.”

She scoffed and shook her head. “My way or no way, Mando. You don’t know frag about that nebula. If you want to fly through it alone, do it. But lemme tell you even your beautiful beskar can’t save you. “

Din was a little angry at first but she then smiled at him, kind of mocking him but he was so lost in her beautiful face that he just sighed and jerked back as he caught himself staring. This helmet on his head was making his life easier.

The Mandalorian nodded and they shook hands. She wanted to invite him for a drink but he declined, as he always did. 

 Din sighed, back to his current situation. He and Rae had traveled a long time together, they got in some trouble with a few pirates and they had to shoot themselves out of it. They crashed on Teth and had to repair the Crest together, spending some nights sitting together and listening to the sounds coming from the jungle that was near, sharing some stories from their past. The child was always with them and the pilot got along with Din’s little friend. 

Even if this whole mission was kind of more than the Mandalorian signed up for, he enjoyed the company of the young pilot. When they finally arrived at the nebula Din realized why she wanted 50 percent of the money. She knew what she was doing, maneuvering the crest through the turbulences and clouds of gas. Maker, Din was lost, he had so many strong feelings about her and they all came crashing down on him while he was hunting down the quarry. He had tried to suppress his feelings for her. He didn’t even know what was going on. Stars, he never fell in love before, he was a loner. The youngling made him discover his soft side. At least under all that armor.

The quarry wasn’t easy to catch and Din nearly got into some bad trouble. His opponent nearly gained the upper hand at some point, leaving Din with an experience he can save into his album of “situations to avoid”. He had lost all his weapons except for his flame thrower and before he could even think of a way to get himself out of this situation, a strong cord had wrapped around his body leaving him unable to move his hands. He heard laugher, now knowing if it just was ringing in his ears from being hit so hard before, or if someone was laughing at him. The Mandalorian heard a vibroblade buzzing to life, he had opened his eyes to see his opponent, a nautolan, grinning, standing right in front of him.

“I’ve always wanted to kill a Mandalorian before.”

He stepped forward. Din tried to move but he realized, somehow the nautolan had wrapped up his whole body with cord, he couldn’t move his legs either, leaving him sitting on the floor and watching the nautolan stepping yet another step closer to him.

“I can even keep that amazing beskar to myself,” he murmured. He reached out with his hand, the blade touched the Mandalorians helmet with a metallic noise, ringing in Din’s ears. He was tense, still needed to collect himself, trying to seek his way out. He was a Mandalorian, he was raised his whole life with the knowledge that he will eventually die. It was nothing new to him, his whole life was living from day to day, not knowing how many of them are left for him. But right now he couldn’t accept that. There was this mission bigger than him and bigger than this quarry. The child. He needed the Mandalorians' help. He was his foundling, Din needed to come back to him. But there was even more. He had suddenly felt so lonely, kneeling on the floor, a vibroblade whirring right beside his head. The Beskar clad man was in love and nobody knew about it. He never had someone to kiss, to love. The pilot didn’t even know that Din was thinking about her, every damn minute, every day he woke up, hoping he would have the courage to tell her about his feelings for her. And he never did. 

The Mandalorian had snarled, this was not the end, he was not going to die like this. The adrenaline had shot up, into his system and Din had pushed his feet against the ground, falling forward with such force that he fell into his opponent. The nautolan had lost his balance and fell forward, the blade slipping out of his hand. Din caught it and cut himself loose, then he whirled around, jumped to his feet. He had kicked the green man right into his face with his boot, the nautolan had lost his consciousness immediately. 

That’s how he got the quarry back to his ship. Din was still trembling a little, after this experience, he was so happy to be back inside the Crest, back with his foundling and back with her. He groaned again and slipped down the wall, hitting the floor. His legs sprawled out, away from him he sat on the ground as a youngling would.

“Ni'm haryc”, he murmured to himself immediately feeling the exhaustion in his tired bones. 

***

You sat in the cockpit of the Crest, fiddling with your gloves and watching the child who was soundly asleep. You were nervous about the Mandalorian's return. He was acting differently around you since a few days ago and you were afraid that he was annoyed by you. His body language was always showing that he was nervous as if your company was something he was not used to and doesn't want to get used to. 

You sighed quietly and laid your beat-up gloves down. You really hoped that Mando was safe out there. You liked him more than you wanted to admit and him getting hurt on his daily adventures had you restless at night. Especially the last two days were hard. He was hunting down the quarry and you just had to wait for him. But hunting the quarry also meant flying back home and parting ways. You didn't want that to happen. You knew it was going to happen nevertheless but you felt the urge to kick something when you thought about leaving the Razor Crest and its amazing team. 

The Youngling was so cute and surprisingly good at keeping you company. You realized that you could even learn from him, in a way. 

And Mando, let's say it, you were into him. He was kind and polite, always trying to make your stay on the Crest comfortable. But you also liked his darker side that shot pirates and threw them off of his ship while it was in the air. He protected his family like he would protect his eyeball. 

You were ripped from your thoughts as you heard the hydraulic ramp slid down. Probably Mando, he was the only one besides you who had access to the Crests controls. Hopefully, it was him. You waited a few seconds. You heard steps and something hitting the wall. Then you heard the Carbonite chamber go off. Yep, it was Mando. He was back. 

"Kriff, finally," you whispered and got up from the pilot seat. The child was still asleep so you left him in his little pod. 

You slowly made your way down the ladder down to the cargo hold, as you reached the floor you saw the Mandalorian sitting on the floor, legs sprawled out like a child would seeming weak, exhausted, hurt. You were shocked at how weak he looked, you never saw him that way before. You looked at his muddy boots and his dirty armor, his cape was ripped apart and soaked in mud too. 

Mando looked like an injured Crayt Dragon, majestic but hurt, weak. Full of rage and fire but not able to use it anymore. He was panting his helmet leaned back against the wall, hands left weak beside his legs, his gloves also muddy. You started to panic. Is he okay?

“Are you okay, Mando?” you asked and made a step forward. Careful. 

He turned his head a little so his visor was facing you. 

“...No.” he pressed out. Even under that mud, his beskar was gleaming in the dim light of the Crests cargo hold. You were always kind of hypnotised by the way his armor reflected the lights. You knew that he knew it, he had caught you staring various times. But he had never mentioned it or called you out on it. It even seemed like he enjoyed it. You remember one time, as you were repairing his ship he caught you staring as he was welding some parts together and you were mesmerized at how beautiful the lightning bow was reflected by his beskar plates. He had turned around, looking at you stopping everything he was doing. 

You stared back right into his visor not being able to look away. He had tilted his head a little bit, so slowly as if he was grinning at you. You could only imagine but you knew he had a smug smirk going on under that damn helmet. You could just smirk back at him shrugging. 

He had chuckled, so softy, his shoulders shaking, just a little. Then he had turned back around and started welding again. 

“Kriff, Mando, what’s wrong, do you need help?” now really panicking as you got pulled back into reality.

“No,” he answered, again. 

Now you were just confused. What was wrong with him. He was acting weird and you didn’t know what to do. 

“What are you talking about…? I-” 

“Shhh.” he shushed you. “Don’t panic. I’m not hurt.” 

You relaxed a little, you weren’t very good at playing doctor and you knew that if Mando would get hurt bad, you wouldn’t be able to help him properly. Your shoulders dropped in relief.

“Maker, you were really scaring me. Don’t do that again Mando.” 

The Mandalorian chuckled. Him chuckling was very rare so you knew something was up. The last time you heard him chuckle was when he caught you staring.

“I am okay. I’m sorry for scaring you. I am kriffing sore.” he huffed, looking at his dirty boots and at the trail of mud he left on the floor. “I...I had a hard time. I- ...yeah.” he was stuttering. 

You looked at him questioningly. He still acted strangely.

You closed the small gap between the two of you and sat down in front of him with your legs crossed. His visor followed your movements. 

“You don’t seem okay to me, Mando.” you whispered looking at him,

You saw his shoulders rising, just a few millimeters, but far enough for you to know that you hit a nerve.

“I…” he paused again, slowly taking off his dirty gloves revealing his skin. You never saw him take anything off, this was the first time him showing you his skin. Oh boy, somethings coming.

He laid his gloves down between his legs, looking at them for a little too long as if he was still thinking, forming sentences in his head.

“Look, I had a hard time today. I nearly got into some...bad trouble and- “ he stopped and cleared his throat.

Your heart rate picked up on speed as he raised his head to look at you again. Your hands trembled a little but you realized he was too. He was nervous. 

“I just realized that if I died, I would die alone. Like, I mean I know the child would miss me but...I never had someone...special.” his helmet tiled down at his trembling hands again.

“Someone special?” your mouth was dry like kriffing Tattooine. Your heart was beating, you could even hear it, stars, Mando could probably hear it too.

“Yeah. I never thought about that stuff. I always liked being alone. But since….” he stopped again taking a deep breath. His voice was rough as he continued.

“...since I met...you, I realized how lonely I am.”

You didn’t know what to answer to that. You knew what he was trying to tell you but didn’t dare to help him out and say what you wanted to say. You were too nervous. You both sat in awkward silence for a few seconds which seemed endless.

“Look, I….you...you are special to me.” he gulped and looked up again. His voice was muffled, his vocoder having a hard time picking it up. But you heard him still.

“Mando...stars.” you felt your cheeks heat up. Hearing these words out of his mouth felt so strange. The Mandalorian, who was always short on words, telling you he had a crush on you. You didn’t know how to respond to that.

“I’m sorry.” he sighed and his gaze dropped again. “I shouldn’t have said that.” his shoulders dropped and he suddenly looked so small.

“No, no wait, Mando. I...you can’t imagine how...how. Oh well.” you never were good at feelings. “I am feeling the same...about you. It feels like you are my missing piece.”

As he looked up at you this time you could tell he gained his confidence back. 

“You know,” he started. “ You know, you were on my mind all the time as I was hunting down this womp rat.” he gestured to the frozen nautolan. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up even more. You must look like an idiot as you were smiling at him. All those times you were thinking about him you didn’t know he was thinking about you too.

He suddenly held out his hand. His bare hand. No dirty Mando-Gloves with holes that had been stitched up poorly. His bare skin.

“Please take my hand, cyare.” he murmured.

You were surprised by his nickname for you, probably mando’a. You slowly reached out and gently took his hand. His skin was warm and soft just like you imagined it. As your fingers intertwined with yours he slowly and gently pulled you closer to him. You followed his movements until you were sitting awkwardly between his sprawled-out legs, very very close to him. He smelled like gunpowder.

He cradled both of your cold hands in his warm ones, his hands were so big next to yours. 

“My name is Din.” he breathed and even if his eyes were covered you knew he was looking deep into yours. You were surprised that he had told you his name, since it’s sacred, and hidden, like his face. 

“That’s a beautiful name.” You smiled. 

He chuckled and cradled your face with one hand while pulling your other hand down to his cold breastplate. 

 “Thank you, senaar.” 

[bratty-bright-eyes]

A Sebaciel Fan fic I wrote in 2017

Now, i never truly thought love was real nor have I ever thought I of all people would fall in love. The world is crazy that way, and let me say this. Love absolutely Sucks. I fell in love with Ciel Phantomhive all the way in 1895, 122 years ago And 119 years ago he was viciously ripped away from me. A sickness that took his lungs then took him. Now yes he knew I was a demon and yes we knew What we were, two men having a relationship in 1895. It was simply unheard of. But my baby didn't care. He would show me affection any time he could. That was the ciel I would always remember, the Ciel no one but me got to see. He was truly something else. Now you see even in his last moments he showed he loved me. And love hurts. I held him as he died, as he took a painful gasp of air and then become relaxed. And that was the last of him.

Now here we are year 2017, an odd time. I lived a normal life. As normal as you would get being a demon, going to Work and that fun stuff normal people did. But it got me out. It gave me more time to look for my beloved Mate.

I walked down my hallway with papers in my hand going over the words, not reading but skiming. Endless words of things I could care less about. I sighed and tossed the papers onto the Coffee table that sat in the middle of the sitting room. I walked to the window, it was a cold autumn day. Demons didn't need to eat or drink but I wanted something warm and sweet. I let out a sigh, coffee thats what i want, coffee. I grabbed my coat and keys walking out the front door letting it click behind me before locking the door. I came to like these cars. The year the first ford came out I thought ciel would have love this. He could drive and he would love it.

I got into my car and drove to a small coffee shop I knew. Mostly full of collage students or completely empty, today it wasn't too full but had a few collage students. Most cracked out on coffee and studying, I never knew why they went to collage just to go. It didn't do much for them. I waved to one of the Batista's I knew, or well talked to anytime I came in, she was in the middle of making a coffee so she said something to the other Barista's probably something along the lines of 'Get your ass back to work'. I smiled slightly and walked to the counter

"Good evening. I'll just have a Hot Carmel Cielo.." I smiled at the younger probably new Batista. He put it in and with a friendly voice gave me my price. After swiping my card I moved over to the side letting others order their coffee. My maroon eyes went down to my phone, I've honestly become a bit obsessed with these apps. Facebook, Instagram, I remembered when phones were just big bricks. But I'm sure any middle aged man would, so I guess that doesn't make me special.

While browsing All through I hear a soft voice asking for one of the most sweetiest coffees you could possibly get at coffee shop. I looked up to see who Would order it, maybe a younger teen. That's when I felt the air from my lungs get swept out of them. Standing only inches away from me was him. Ciel. He looked exactly the same, Dismiss the clothes of course. His hair the same length, the dark gray ashy color, small locks curling around his perfectly round face. His eyes still that beautiful blue. Like an ocean before the storm, dark blue but still so bright in a way. His height was the same. He had to have been twenty or nineteen, I was frozen the world stopped turning. My baby was there. It was him I could feel it, that same feisty soul buzzing in his chest. only did I snap out of it when the annoyed teen poked me to hand me my coffee.

"A-ah. Yes forgive me. Thank you" I took it and quickly looked back the boy. it has come to my attention I have not thought on what I'd do if this day ever came. I cannot simply go up to him and say something about his past life. He'd think I was truly off my handle, but like hell id let him get away from me. I was a flirt but when it came to ciel I was a school boy talking to his crush. Stumbling over my words and just being a complete mess.

I sat in a chair and waited for him to get his drink to my luck he sat down in a booth putting his laptop onto the Table and plugging it into a wall. I am honestly not surprised one bit ciel was your typical Coffee boy. Sitting in a small shop with his computer, his computer that had many stickers on the back. That was my baby over there. I worked up the courage and walked over, I felt sick. So very sick and I haven't felt like this in years. Ciel's eyes looked up at Me, I nearly tripped. Words, what are words?

"forgive me for bothering you this evening." I started. "but you have caught my eye and I had to get your name"

that sounded very stupid and I can admit that to myself. But I was jumbled.  Ciels lips tugged into a smile, a shy little smile. He laughed lightly and closed his laptop "Ciel.. and you are?" Hearing his voice again made me weak but I stayed strong and smiled.  Im surprised his name was carried into this life. But it made me very happy it did. My Little heaven.

"I'm Sebastian, its a pleasure to meet you" I hummed.

"Sebastian huh? Hello Sebastian.. Want to take a seat?" he asked pushing the Laptop to the side. Hearing my name roll out of the perfect little smile. My old heart beat so fast. "id be much obliged.." I smiled and sat acrossed from ciel. now being closer I took a better look at ciels face, he was such a pale Boy. Plump lips big eyes. my boy.

"So.." he started I could tell her was a bit uncomfortable not knowing how to start a conversation with a stranger.  So I started

"Are you going to collage around here?"

Ciel nodded taking a quick sip of his coffee.

"I am.. not for anything thing amazing but just to go."

"That's very interesting.. Im sure you'll find something you want to do. I graduated a few years ago"

I was already starting off with a lie. How amazing. But it gained a smile from ciel.

"Really? Amazing.."

"I guess so, so ciel. Are you from around here?" just talking to him made me feel so much better.

"kinda? I live about an hour away" he said. "its a drive but I don't mind it." He said with a hum.

I smiled "Well ciel. If it is okay with you.. I would to take you on a proper date and get to know you more.." I cannot force love so if rejected me now, oh. I don't have a plan B.

"really? Okay, you seem like a nice guy." He said in a sly voice. I smiled shocked he actually said yes hopefully giving me the benefit of the doubt. I watched as he pulled out some paper ripping it and putting his number down on it writing his full name down. To my surprise it didn't change. Still Ciel Phantomhive. "Here" he chimmed, I took the paper from his hand "Thank you." I smiled. We said our fair wells and I went home. Once I closed the door I collapsed back into it holding the small paper tight in my hand. It was him it was really him. my Little Heaven. My baby. I took a shaky breath running my fingers through my hair closing my eyes for a moment once I gathered my thoughts I looked up at the small black tabby cat that sat on the back of the chair giving me a more than a annoyed look.

"Well, looks like I have a date"

[rainandhotchocolate]

Winter Ball

A/N HELLO it’s DAY 10 (even though it’s 11 oops), here is the first fic for the day! I thought I’d mix it up a bit and do a gxg one so here is a Narcissa x reader fic cause why the hell not, and also @malfoy​ has gotten me onto the Narcissa fic track and im a mess.

It is very smutty just an FYI (also sorry I have v little experience in the gxg area so feel free to give me some feedback!)

Enjoy xx

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror, fiddling with her hair. The dorm room was quiet around her, and she knew she should really be getting going before everything started, but she couldn’t help watching to see if there’s anything out of place.

She was wearing a long dark green gown, strapless with small sparkling stars on the sweetheart bust and the remaining silk falling down to her ankles in a soft silhouette. She’d picked it out months ago with her mum in Diagon Alley but now she was wearing it, hair and makeup done, she felt nervous.

Y/N took in a deep breath, steeling herself before turning away from the mirror and walking determinedly down towards the common room. It was nearly empty, Christmas decorations hanging across the fireplace and snowflakes hanging in the air around the green Slytherin common room, fake snow blanketing the windowsills. Y/N slipped out of the room quickly, not wanting anyone to comment on her slinky dress and twinkling black heels and make her even more nervous.

This wasn’t exactly Y/N’s element. She could normally be found in much more… casual clothes. She barely could be seen in anything but black or blue jeans when she wasn’t in her uniform, and baggy jumpers were a staple.

Her heels clicked loudly down the hallway as she moved quickly towards the staircase that led to the Great Hall which had been transformed into a dance floor for the evening. There had been an announcement a month previous regarding the introduction of a winter ball, where you could choose to bring someone and stay over Christmas to enjoy winter festivities and a live band. Only fourth years and above were permitted entry unless you were invited by an older student, and students had been talking about nothing else for weeks.

Y/N reached the top of the stairs and peered out into the hallway. There were still some other students milling around the corridors surrounding the Great Hall, the doors wide open. Y/N sighed in relief, thanking Merlin that she wasn’t going to make some grand entrance into the ball and pushing herself to move forward and towards the doorway.

Y/N felt herself let out a small gasp at the sight of the Great Hall, stepping into the side to avoid the main walkway into the dance floor. The four tables that normally took up the majority of the room had disappeared, replaced with hundreds of small round tables covered in gleaming white tablecloths and floral centrepieces that seemed to be covered in snow. In fact, the entire room looked like it had been coated with a layer of fresh snow, the dance floor looking like ice, gleaming brightly underneath large ornate chandeliers covering the ceiling. There were ice sculptures of each house mascot in different areas of the room, which seemed to move when a student walked passed.

“It’s amazing isn’t it,” someone had sidled up to Y/N as she stood in awe of the decorations. Y/N turned to see Narcissa Black, dressed in a silvery-white gown that matched her hair which was curled loosely down her back. She looked angelic, though Y/N knew she was usually quite the opposite.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that about anything,” Y/N smirked, turning to face her. Narcissa rolled her eyes.

“I’m allowed to be positive on occasion.”

“Apparently so.”

“So, who did you come with?” Narcissa gazed pointedly at the empty space beside Y/N and back to her.

“You know I said I was going stag.”

“You just couldn’t get the courage to ask anyone out,” Narcissa raised an eyebrow turning back towards the dancefloor. Y/N followed her gaze, spotting a small group of Slytherin’s dancing to the side of the room.

“You came with Lucius then?”

“Of course, we are the perfect couple, aren’t we?” Narcissa grinned at Y/N, “He’s actually here with some Ravenclaw girl and I’ve been stalking Oliver all night.”

“Well make sure you get some photos with Lucius this time, so you don’t get killed by your parents.”

“Duly noted.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, gazing across the crowd. Whilst the ball was to integrate the houses in a fun and safe environment, the standard cliques were definitely showing across the crowd. Y/N could see the more awkward Ravenclaws standing around the drinks table chatting animatedly, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team dancing the most intensely in the centre of the dancefloor, standing dangerously close to the Gryffindor ice sculpture. There was the self-proclaimed marauders watching a group of girls from a table right next to the dancefloor, smirking stupidly at each other every few minutes.

“Care for a dance?” Narcissa turned back to Y/N, expression calm, but one hand was sidling up to Y/N’s waist. Y/N couldn’t help but let a small smile curl onto her face.

“Only if it’s going to completely destroy hetero conceptions of the world.”

“But of course.” Narcissa took Y/N’s hand and led her through the tables and onto the dancefloor. Y/N had the momentary feeling that she would slip when she stepped onto the floor but it was solid and smooth and felt natural under the tip of her heel.

Narcissa pulled her close, a hand on her waist and another on her shoulder, the way one would dance at a proper pureblood evening with a male suitor, grinning as they fell into a waltz across the room.  

“I’ve not seen you in a dress before,” Narcissa spoke softly as they moved across the ice, gaining more than a few turned heads.

“I like to confuse expectations.”

“I can tell.” She spun Y/N around suddenly, pulling her in close and whispering in her ear, “You look incredible.”

Y/N felt her stomach twist in a delightfully nervous way as Narcissa pulled back, keeping her expression plain but not hiding the twinkle in her eyes that she always got when she flirted with Y/N. They continued to dance slowly with the music, people beginning to ignore them as two friends dancing together. The hum of the speakers changed as the song ended and people began moving towards the stage.

“So there will be live music huh?” Y/N watched the crowd build around them, swarming towards the stage where a curtain was currently pulled over.

“Any bets it’s someone very terrible.”

Before Y/N could answer the curtain pulled back, revealing four boys in the same black velvet robes, looking very hyped.

“Are you ready to ROCK HOGWARTS!” The lead singer screaming into the microphone, resulting in a loud response from the crowd.

“And you are right,” Y/N laughed as the crowd pushed up against the stage and the band began to play aggressively.

“I think it might be time to casually slip out,” Narcissa had hold of Y/N’s wrist and slid her out of the crowd and towards the exit of the Great Hall.

Y/N looked quickly behind her to see if anyone had seen them leave before following Narcissa’s long strides across the corridor and down some stairs that lead to the Dungeons. Y/N couldn’t help but watch as Narcissa’s dress swished from side to side with her perfect feminine walk, the one Y/N was sure she had practised in the mirror for every event her parents held.

They passed the Slytherin common room quickly, moving towards the potions classroom and where Y/N knew there was a roomy broom cupboard hopefully sitting unused and out of the way…

Narcissa spun on her heels, the silver-white dress clinging to her hips as she turned to face Y/N as Y/N came to meet her.

“Care to join me?” Narcissa nodded towards the cupboard, looking innocent enough, the gaze Y/N had seen her use countless times to get boys to do what she wanted.

“If you insist,” Y/N stepped forward, standing directly in front of Narcissa now, slightly shorter than her even in heels, leaning forwards so that their bodies were touching as Y/N opened the door behind her.  

Narcissa grabbed Y/N roughly, pushing her inside and closing the door with her foot. It was dark, a soft light coming through the gaps in the door which outlined Narcissa’s curves as she stalked towards Y/N. Y/N pulled out her wand and gave a flick, a ball of light coming from the end of it and hovering above the two of them so Y/N could see Narcissa’s grinning face.

And then suddenly she was pushing her up against the back wall, kissing Y/N roughly, hands pressed against her own, lifting them up above Y/N’s head and pinning them to the wall behind her. Y/N kissed her back with equal passion, parting her lips so that Narcissa could flick a tongue against Y/N’s, both smiling into the kiss. Narcissa pulled away, swishing her long hair across her right shoulder and leaning against Y/N’s left, biting her way down Y/N’s neck and clavicle as she groaned softly, arching her back into Narcissa’s chest.

“You like that?” She cooed into Y/N’s ear, chewing on it softly.

“Yes,” Y/N gasped, closing her eyes, wanting to feel Narcissa’s hands still pushing against the wooden back wall, the soft tulle of her dress swishing against Y/N’s legs. Narcissa placed a heeled foot between Y/N’s legs, using the gap to lean further forwards.

“What else would you like?” She whispered, her voice getting rougher, less controlled. Y/N loved it when she lost control.

“Make me scream so loud you need to cover my mouth,” Y/N whispered back, grinning when she heard Narcissa’s soft moan at her words.

“How much do you like this dress?”

“Not enough to keep it on.”

Narcissa smirked, letting go of Y/N’s wrists above her head and trailing them down towards the zipper of Y/N’s dress, her long fingers trailing against her spine. Narcissa kept her eyes on Y/N, biting her lip softly as her hands reached around the back of her dress and ripped it open in one smooth moment. Y/N gasped lightly as she felt the top of the dress slip, revealing her very naked breasts heaving in front of Narcissa.

“Fuck,” Narcissa groaned, looking at her almost primitively, moving her hands around to the front of Y/N’s chest and massaging each breast softly, almost painfully slowly edging her way to each nipple before pressing a thumb on each and pressing lightly inwards, continuing to massage as Y/N felt her eyes roll back into her head. Narcissa grinned, leaning forward and sucking on one of her nipples, hard, biting down slightly when Y/N bucked her hips into Narcissa’s.

“You know, it’s really not fair that you still have this on,” Y/N breathed, looking down and Narcissa’s gown that was still very much in tact.

“I think you’re right,” She gave her an innocent look, standing upright and holding Y/N’s gaze as she unzipped her dress slowly, letting it slip the whole way down her body and onto the ground, only wearing a pale white thong.

“Not fair,” Y/N growled, giving her body a once over, feeling everything inside her tingling slightly at the sight of her porcelain, perfect skin and stunning body. Y/N let out a soft breath, but before she could take in another Narcissa had pulled the up the skirt of Y/N’s dress and picked her up with surprising ease, Y/N’s heels kicking back onto Narcissa’s hips. She pulled the skirt up higher and higher, kissing her way up Y/N’s leg slowly as Y/N reached down and gripped a large number of her shining curls in her fist, pulling back in the way she knew Narcissa liked. She responded by moving closer to Y/N and kissing the top of her vulva, making Y/N squirm.

Narcissa smiled against her leg, leaning in again and flicking a tongue across the edge of Y/N’s clitoris. Y/N moaned loudly, grabbing a hook that was sitting behind her and pushing her head against the wall as Narcissa began to flick her tongue back and forth softly but consistently over Y/N’s vulva. Every few flicks she would suck softly, making Y/N squeeze her thighs tightly around Narcissa’s head and neck and moan even louder.

“Fuck, Cissy, fuck,” Y/N gasped, squirming uncontrollably now as she felt her stomach begin to shake at Narcissa’s touch. Y/N could feel Narcissa grin but made no sign of slowing as she moved down suddenly and pushed her tongue into Y/N’s vagina.

“Merlin, I’m so close,” Y/N gasped, tightening her grip around Narcissa’s shoulders and pulling a hand through her soft, white hair. Narcissa looked up momentarily, wanting to see Y/N’s body wrapped around her own, breathing hitched, eyes wild.

She winked at Y/N before pushing Y/N closer to the wall, using her hands to push Y/N’s ass higher on her face and flicked her tongue faster against Y/N’s clitoris. Suddenly, her right hand moved away from Y/N’s body and moved up Y/N’s thigh as Narcissa licked faster and Y/N’s body shook. Narcissa pushed her index finger into Y/N’s vagina and Y/N had to stop herself from screaming Narcissa’s name loudly across the room.

“Fuck, Narcissa,” She managed, hissing into the air as her stomach shook harder, the orgasm building in her. “I want you so bad.”

Narcissa moaned into Y/N at her words and the vibration made Y/N slam her head against the wall and moan loudly, her orgasm washing over her in waves as Narcissa pulled her head away, continuing to move her finger in circles inside Y/N.

Narcissa clamped one hand against Y/N’s mouth, smirking mischievously, but the hand against her mouth just made her wetter, biting down against Narcissa’s fingers as she rode out her orgasm.

Narcissa pulled out her index finger after a moment, placing both hands around Y/N’s waist to hoist her down from the wall and around her shoulders.

They stood in silence for a moment, both breathing heavily and smiling. Y/N bit her lip as she saw Narcissa’s glistening skin, her breasts pressed against her own.

“We should probably get back before anyone wonders where we got to,” Narcissa breathed, trailing one finger along Y/N’s arm, making her shiver.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to finish you off?” Y/N placed her hand against Narcissa’s upper thigh, her lip curling as she watched Narcissa’s pristine manners disappear with a dark flash across her face.

“Later,” Narcissa grinned, pulling Y/N’s hand away and leaning in to kiss her softly. “I’ll see you after I kiss Lucius publicly goodnight.”

“Such a tease.”

“I do my best.” Narcissa pulled her dress back up, zipping it quickly before helping Y/N pull her own up and glued it back together with a flick of her wand.

“Give me five minutes,” Narcissa nodded towards the door, pulling it slightly open to check the coast was clear before slipping out silently. Y/N leaned against the door, still breathless, giving Narcissa the 5-minute gap she’d requested. Later, she’d see her again later.

Y/N smiled to herself and followed Narcissa’s steps out of the cupboard and out of sight.

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[oh-theatre]

Sycamore High: An Ending (Almost) (Chapter 39)

A/N: One more chapter bois!!! Honestly, I love Tommy so much holy jeezus, hopefully, I can remember how to do comedy in the sequel again oop! Anyway, leave me some comments. Also, I love Tommy and Ted and my heart legit can't take how much I love them

summary: Its the last day of finals, and the last day of school. What could go wrong?

words: 3158

warnings: Swearing, negative thoughts, kissing, violence

Edited by: @theyreallidiots  (Seriously please go give them some love, they're amazing and I love them with everything I have)

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Finals Day 3...

“Tommy, right?” Tommy glanced up, his eyes adjusting to the figure standing in front of him. He blinked, realizing how exhausted he was. The library was quiet, huddled in a corner with all his materials and supplies, Tommy was studying.

“Hmm?” He hummed, he didn't really have it in him to speak. The figure chuckled sitting down next to him, Tommy shifted giving him some room. He could see his face better now: his hair was dark and long, it fell to his shoulders in a wavy formation. His face...was boring. Not in a bad way but there wasn't anything special about him. He was cute, sure, but that's about it. Tommy recognizes him from his English class, he sits in the back, he doesn't talk much. He extended his hand towards Tommy. “English class,” Tommy said.

“Yeah” He chuckled again, Tommy hated the way it sounded as if no matter what Tommy said, he would smile and play along. “I’m David,” Tommy nodded shaking his hand, he didn't really have time for this and hoped the conversation would end soon. “I..uh recognized you...from class” He rubbed the nape of his neck, avoiding Tommy’s eyes. His lips curled into a sweet smile or at least an attempt. “You're like...really smart” He complimented. Tommy pressed his lips together swallowing an exasperated sigh.

“Thank you...I’m sorry, I'm really bus-”

“Oh yeah! Totally, sorry...don't let me disturb you” He gestured to Tommy's work. Tommy eyed him but went back to his papers, he tried to work but he could feel Davids intense stare. He put his pencil down looking back up at him. “Sorry, it's just…” David looked him over, his eyes twinkling, his lips in a half-smile. “You’re...really cute” He pushed his hair behind his ears

Oh

Tommy’s heart sunk, he was being flirted with, never had he hated a feeling so much. He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. He looked back up at David, his smile as fake as he could make it.

“Thanks! My boyfriend sure thinks so” He chirped, and there it was. David's face fell, his smile disappearing becoming confusion. His eyebrows furrowing, he let out a small laugh.

“He's very lucky, and where might he be?” David looked around expectantly. Seriously? Tommy thought you're still going? He didn't really know how to respond, once his free period was over, he had a final and he really didn't have time for...whatever this was. It was almost selfish of him to wish Ted was here.

“I...I don't know” Tommy admitted. He was probably studying with Charlotte and Emma right now, seeing as they had free periods as well but he couldn't be sure. They used to know where the other was because they were usually together. And sure, some might say that's a bad thing but...it worked for them. And they loved it. They loved each other, Tommy loved him. “You know what? I have to go” But this time, he wasn't running away from someone, he was running towards them. He collected his things, not giving David another look and rushed down the hall and out of school. He was really hoping Ted would be at the coffee shop they always went to, and lo and behold.

Ted sat behind Charlotte fiddling with her while Emma lay strewn across Charlotte's lap reciting something. Tommy could almost laugh had he not been so nervous. Ted looked up noticing him, his eyes actually grew, the pupil dilates when it sees something it likes. Or at least that's what Tommy remembered from class, his mind was a little preoccupied right now. Ted stood, much to Charlotte's disappointment, well, until she saw who he was standing for. Tommy wasted no time, he took Ted’s face and kissed him. Ted was clearly taken aback but melted into the kiss nonetheless, realizing how desperate he was for this moment. Tommy giggled happily, wrapping his own arms around Ted's neck. Charlotte tried really hard but her heart was so full, she squealed Emma tried to stifle it but she was just as happy. Ted pulled away eyeing his friends, they quickly returned to their work shrugging. Tommy cupped Ted’s face pulling him back towards him.

“Hi” He smiled, his heart, much like Charlotte’s, was full. Ted shook his head trying to swallow a smile, he smothered Tommy in more kisses hugging him right after. “I’m so sorry dearest” Tommy whispered in his ear.  “How do I make it up to you?” He asked pulling away, Ted shook his head once more.

“You don't ha-” he paused, an idea popped into his head. “Sing with me” He marveled, Tommy laughed slightly. Ted stood his ground however, he didn't budge.

“Oh! You're serious?” Tommy’s eyes grew wide, Ted nodded.

“My parents wanted me to sing at the wedding...and I want you to sing with me” Ted admitted, Tommy forced a squeal squeezing his hands. To be honest? He didn't know if he would be here for the wedding. He wanted to, so badly but his parents were pretty adamant about him leaving as soon as he could. Ted bit his lips, still smiling. “What?”  Ted could tell.

“Nothing! I'd love to” he lied, well he would love to but...would he be able to? But no more, he was going to be here for Ted. As long as he could, he just had to convince his parents to let him stay a little bit into summer and it would be fine. “What are we singing?” He asked, his heart still racing from excitement to be back in Ted's arms.

~~~

“Bill Dorris!” The name echoed the auditorium. Ted always felt like this ritual was stupid and would cause low self-esteem for the students but watching Bill, shocked, rushing up to stage to accept the award, Ted felt nothing but pride. He definitely showed it by cheering the loudest. “Congratulations to Mister Dorris for winning the ‘Best Academic Student’ award”. The principal handed the boy the award, Bill was almost crying behind his glasses. He quickly returned to his friends, receiving an abundance of hugs and ruffling of the hair.

“Nicely done, dude” Paul complimented, Bill, smiled up at him. The principal called back attention. They turned to him and shushed.

“Next, as requested by Mr. Hidgens, our drama teacher-” Ted shouted out a single cheer, receiving weird looks but he didn't care. “Thank you, Ted” The principal shook his head at the boy, the school laughed. “As most of you know, the drama finals consist of singing a song, what those students didn't know is that those were auditions” The group stopped smiling and turned to one another, Tommy hid a smile. Those who were interested in the musical but were not apart of the class were asked to audition months ago, just as Tommy had done, his heart sank realizing he would have to pull out. “So, I'm here to formally announce the cast of Starship for next year! The cast is as follows” The list was something so many students had not expected to hear, but they were on the edge of their seats.

“Bug: Ted

Commander Up: Sam

Taz/Bugginton: Emma

Tootsie Noodles/Pincer: Tommy

Mega-Girl: Deb

February: Charlotte

Junior/Veeto Mosquito: Paul

Specs/Neato Mosquito: Alice

Roach/Krayonder: Bill

Overqueen/Sweetheart mosquito:  David

The Caller Bug/mister bug: Paul”

Ted’s jaw dropped hearing his name first, Paul was pretty shocked playing so many roles but excited nonetheless. Emma was delighted to hear her name called and getting a kiss on the cheek from Paul was pretty exciting. Charlotte looked to Ted and they shared a knowing look. Guess their chemistry was undeniable, on stage of course. Jackie hugged her, proud of her achievements. Paul shared a look with his sister, nodding at her for finally gaining enough courage to audition. Tommy bit back his lip, trying not to cry. He smiled and nodded at every single one of his friends, and kissed his boyfriend lovingly, but his stomach churned sadly. Bill nodded appropriately and congratulated his friends. David looked up and winked at Tommy who didn't reciprocate anything. Deb smothered her girlfriend in kisses, Alice returned the action. Sam smirked to himself but ultimately was just excited to perform again. They all were, junior year was going to be fun.

~~~

“Ok, kiss, marry, kill” Ted started pointing his fork at Paul. The teen returned the gesture, mocking his friend. “The try guys” He decided, Paul scrunched his eyebrows. Tommy rolls his eyes, returning to his conversation with Bill. The girls sit in their usual spots discussing other things.

“There are four try guys dumbass” Paul noted, Ted smiled coyly.

“Yeah, so double up loser” Ted replied, Paul, shrugged stuffing more salad into his mouth. “Alright, I'll go first. Mmm...id...kill Ned” Paul mocked a gasp, Bill stifled a laugh “Kiss...Zach and marry Eugene and Keith” Tommy turned to him, a smile placed on his face, but curiosity and confusion riddled his face. Ted turned to him, kissing him on the forehead. “Polyamorous baby” He joked, Tommy playfully pushed him off awaiting Paul's answer.

“Ok lame, I’d kiss Zach and Ned, marry Keith and...kill Eugene” He decided, Ted can't even fathom his response. “What? Don't hate me cause im right” Paul defended, Bill turned now facing them.

“Even I know you don't kill Eugene, Paul” Bill commented. Ted gave him a high five, posing a confident ‘told you so’ face to Paul.

“I’d marry Zach” Tommy joined in, munching carefully on his carrots. Ted smiled at him, the tug at his stomach in delight. “That's all, the rest can do as they please” He finished, Ted chuckled softly nodding.

“Ok moving on” Paul continued, he waited for the rest to turn to him but to no avail. “Ted?” He asked impatiently.

“What?” He focused back on Paul, the teen smirked.

“You've never played tuber simulator?” Paul teased, Ted laughed sensibly. Bill and Tommy shared a quick glance.

“Hey, have you seen Joe?” Ted inquired carefully, playing out his part to perfection. Paul raised a brow.

“Whos Joe?” Paul gave in, no one matching the name.

“Joe mama!” Ted cheered victoriously. Paul turned to Emma instantly.

“Just kill me” He requested. Emme stroked his cheek lovingly, turning back to Charlotte and Jackie.

~~~

“You look wonderful, bubbles” Jackie complimented tying up the back of Charlotte's dress. She let her hair down, turning back to her girlfriend.

“I love you!” Charlotte quipped wrapping her arms around Jackie's neck. Jackie giggled kissing Charlotte, moving to her cheek. Charlotte pulled away “Sorry J, I gotta finish getting ready”. Jackie groaned, falling back onto the bed. She finished her braids and slipped her jean jacket on.

“I look like Rosa Diaz” Jackie smiled, admiring the new jacket she made. Charlotte smiled, wrapping her arms around her. She kissed her cheek from behind. “Hmm, can I do your hair?” Charlotte shook her head, tying her own hair up with a ribbon to match her dress. “Oh pretty, nevermind you've got it” Jackie kissed her cheek.

“I'm so excited for dinner!” Charlotte exclaimed putting her earrings in, Jackie helped her with her necklace. “Everyone back together! Tommy! Ted! Paul! Emma! Bill!” She turned to Jackie “You…”

“I love you, bubbles” Jackie kissed her, wrapping her up in a hug. Charlotte squealed as Jackie spun her around. “Oh! We gotta go” And so they did, saying goodbye to her mother and heading out the door.

~~~

“Ok stop stop stop” Tommy chided, he undid Ted’s tie fixing it neatly. Ted pouted kissing Tommy on the forehead, Tommy pulled him closer meeting his lips.

“Oh my god, I missed you” Ted sighed. Tommy chuckled wrapping his arms around his neck. Ted did the same around Tommy's hips. “Hey, after dinner tonight we should take a walk in the park” Ted proposed. Tommy giggled, his head landing on Ted’s chest. “What? I think it would be nice” Tommy looked back up at him.

“It would be pitch dark, and one of us would get killed,” Tommy said honestly, Ted smiled kissing him on the forehead. “I love you but that's just not plausible,” Tommy told the boy, Ted nodded agreeing. Tommy wished he could stay like this forever, and his face showed it. His eyes avoided Teds, his mouth quivered.

“Gumdrop?” Ted asked, the nickname rolling off his tongue easily. Tommy looked up and shook his head, he stood on his tiptoes kissing Ted softly, connecting their lips. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing, dearest” He patted Ted’s chest, pulling away and going to the mirror. Ted stood behind him wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. “Ted” Tommy giggled “I have to get ready” Ted moaned, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. Tommy’s heart sank, he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay like this forever.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but Jackie just dropped off Tommy’s skirt” Paul poked his head through the door, Ted pulled away beaming. “She said it was done last minute because she wanted to put some more stuff on it” Tommy smiled sadly, he squeezed Ted’s hand nodding a thank you to Paul. He took the skirt looking at it. “Ted, your dads wanna see you” Paul notified before leaving. Ted kissed Tommy on the cheek before leaving. He set the skirt down clutching his chest, he and Jackie had been making this one for a while. It was put on hold for finals and she finished it. But something changed, he didn't want to. He shoved the skirt away putting on an old suit he brought from his house. It fit comfortably, and fine. It was...fine.

“Hey, look at mister fancy pants” Chad declared as Ted emerged from his room. He did a little spin showing off his new suit, he was test running the outfit before the wedding. Tommy emerged after a moment in a suit, Ted furrowed his brows. Paul followed in wearing a suit as well. “Well look at the three of you” Chad took a picture.

“Yes, you all look very dashing” Henry admitted, he handed Chad a drink. Paul smiled, he was really missing home. He talked to his mom every day but he missed his room, his bed, the smell when he got up in the morning. The back and forth with his sister. He loved Ted, and Ted’s house and the professors but it wasn’t home. “I hope you enjoy your night out boys, you two-” Henry pointed to Paul and Ted “Home by eleven, got it?” They nodded, Tommy, intertwined his fingers with Ted.

“I'll make sure of it, doctor Hidgens” Tommy assured, Henry, nodded at the boy. He was excited to see him back, Ted had instantly become happier with him around and it had only been a day. “We should go, we need to pick up Bill” Tommy reminded, Ted and Paul, nodded. They said their goodbyes heading out the door.

~~~

“Emma you look… stunning” Paul breathed as his girlfriend walked through the door of the restaurant. He stood greeting her, kissing her cheek and pulling out a chair for her. She sat next to him, her dress flowing beautifully. “I love you” he confessed, the table silenced laughing. He was clearly head over heels for this girl.

“Thanks, babe” Emma stroked his cheek, kissing it softly. “So...we did it! Sophomore year is over!” She declared, the group cheered happily. She grabbed a menu, skimming through the options. The rest of the group did the same, except Tommy and Ted they shared a look. Emma noticed and looked at them “What’s up you two?” She asked the group looked up at her.

“Tommy just wants to say something” Ted admitted, Tommy swat his arm softly. “What? It’s true” He teased, he kissed his boyfriend's cheek encouragingly.

“Um well… I wasn't planning on telling you all right now, but it’s as good as any I suppose” He looked around the table, he didn't want to bring the mood down but he had to tell them. “I'm leaving next year,” The group burst into a chorus of complaints, Tommy squeezed Ted’s hand. “I'll be back for senior year… I think” I hope “I’m going to a boarding school in France… I don't really have a choice” He explained, Bill put a comforting hand on Ted’s shoulder. “Um… my parents are letting me stay for the wedding but then… I’m leaving as soon as possible” Tommy finished.

“I hate this” Charlotte decided, a murmur of agreement was heard “I hate this so much”

“Look I just wanted to tell you, that's all, can we please move on?” Tommy begged, after more arguing and frustration they agreed to move on. “Ok, how about the musical guys?” Tommy proposed excitement buzzed throughout.

“Ted! Congrats on the playing ‘Bug’!” Charlotte announced, Ted blushed hiding it with his menu “Guess we just are the perfect couple” She joked, the group chuckled. Tommy shot her a playful glare. “I’m kidding, I clearly have the better significant other” She kissed Jackie on the cheek.  

“Hey, congrats on Pincer” Bill told Tommy “I know you don't get to play him but it’s still pretty cool” Tommy smiled gratefully. It was pretty cool and he was definitely going to ask Chad about the decision, mostly because he didn't see it himself. Tommy wasn't the type to play a meaningful role, but he supposed that's what acting was. He should take it as a compliment having such a big range. He was excited to return senior year and audition for Falsettos.

The dinner continued, a wonderful way to close off the year. Sharing stories:

“So you and Charlotte kissed?” Tommy almost laughed, Ted nodded shoveling food in his mouth. Charlotte giggled, Jackie, eyed the pair. “I… I have so many questions”

“It was for practice!” Ted defended, Tommy laughed into his shoulder. “I… shut up,” He said burying his face into the food.

Gushing over each other:

“I just love you all so much!” Charlotte announced, Jackie kissed her lovingly on the cheek.

“Oh, ditto that feeling” Paul commented, Emma laughed. They all did that night, down to the last dessert they ate.

Confessions:

“Bud, no matter what, we support you” Ted assured, Bill, smiled at him gratefully. He wiped away his tears, feeling foolish. 

“Thank you guys...seriously” He confessed “I don't know how im supposed to tell my dad” 

“Your dad is the most supportive person. He wouldn't care if you decided to like...become a murderer as long as you were ok.” Ted joked, Bill chuckled followed by the rest of the group “He’ll love you even if you are aro and ace” Ted's voice became more serious, Bill stood going over to his friend. They shared a hug and it was perfect. 

Sadly...the night had to end

Then they went their separate ways. Emma got picked up by her mother, passing out as soon as she stepped into the car. Paul drove Bill home, dropping off Tommy at his house. Paul and Ted headed home sleeping as soon as they got home. Charlotte and Jackie had a sleepover, spending the night watching Barbie movies and playing with Maggie and Token. It was perfect, and the night went perfectly. It wrapped up a weird year that was, in the best way, weirdly perfect. There was a lot they still had to figure out but that's why they still had two years to go. Two years…

[negasonicimagines]

Someone to You

request: “could i request an imagine or one shot where ntw and yukio are dating and negasonic is kind of rude to reader and its because they liked each other and never really acted on it so now reader confronts ellie about it (and says something like they're happy about ellie's and yukio's relationship BC ITS SO CUTE!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH oh my god im okay now ) i know its a lot but it would make me really happy and i would really love to read it thank you! :) <3”

notes: this is soooo cute! this is a yukisonic x reader imagine, hopefully the requester doesn’t mind (they didn’t specify poly but I’m Like That so…) don’t forget that the names in text messaging are always what you have the person saved as/what they have you saved as, meaning that if it says “Ellie the Mystical Unicorn: beanie babies are super gr8” that the reader has Ellie saved as  “Ellie the Mystical Unicorn” in their phone. You’ll notice in this story that it changes! Also…. Can you tell I wanna go on a date to a fair? Also, Y/S/N stands for Your Ship Name (with Ellie)!

Someone to You - BANNERS

warnings: none!

Water. Ellie was soaked in water. Thankfully, it was just a shower pipe that burst after just one more of her rude comments pushed you over the edge. You wish it’d been one going from the toilets to the sewers, but Ellie was lucky that day.

“Mx. L/N, Miss Phimister, see me after class,” Professor Xavier says, before going back to teaching. Once he’s wrapped up the lesson and everyone’s been dismissed, the two of you approach his desk. “What happened?”

“Ellie made one too many asshole remarks to me and I snapped,” you honestly explain.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be such an asshole if-”

“Girls, language.” He looks between the two of you. “It looks like the two of you need to talk this out. If you can’t, then it’s detention for you both.”

“I’ll take the detention,” Ellie declares.

“Good thing it isn’t just up to you, then, huh? C’mon, Phimister, what’s your deal? We used to be such good friends, and then one day you just decided you hated me.”

“I decided I hated you? Try the other way around, you fucking liar.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Well, I’m not either!”

“Take it down a notch,” Charles says, apparently having appointed himself the moderator of this discussion. “One at a time, explain your side of the story. Who wants to go first?”

“Me,” Ellie says, and you let her. “Last year. We were roommates, and we became friends. We were always partners in all the classes we had together. Sparring in P.E, our project for the science fair, that play we had to write for English… And then, one day in P.E, you picked Bobby. After that, you started listening to your music louder, sitting with Kitty and Bobby at lunch, and… You ditched me.”

“Ellie, I- I don’t know what to say. It wasn’t like that at all. I- I had a crush on you. Still kind of do, though it’s shrunk significantly since I heard you got with Yukio. I’m happy for you guys. But, um… Yeah. Last year we were roommates, and we were attached at the hip, and you- You started avoiding me, too. Always texting your Instagram mutuals when we were talking, barely paying attention to what I was saying, if at all. Subtweeting me.

“You joined the photography, poetry, and DND clubs, and while I was happy you were branching out, you never asked me if I wanted to join them with you, or anything like that, so I assumed you didn’t. I’m stupid and insecure like that, I guess. And then you just started being so mean to me. It hurt, a lot. So, I withdrew completely.”

“Oh,” Ellie says. “I- I had a crush on you, too. Part of the reason I’ve been such an asshole, I guess. I was messaging those mutuals because I needed advice. The subtweeting wasn’t okay, and I should’ve known better than to assume you’d just follow my lead, especially if my lead means being more social. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, too, El.”

She pulls you into her arms tightly.

“Beautifully done, girls. Some of my colleagues could learn from you.”

The both of you had nearly forgotten he was there, so wrapped up in each other.

“Hey, you should come with me and Yukio to the fair tonight. It’s supposed to be a date, but I don’t think she’ll mind,” Ellie offers.

“You should ask her, first. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

She goes to argue, but knows you, and that there’s no changing your mind.

“Alright,” she says, going on her merry way. 

She enters the dorm she shares with Yukio, the class she just had having been her last. “Hey, babe, would it be okay if Y/N tagged along on our date?”

“I thought you’d never ask. I’ve been meaning to say that I think they’d make a good third, if you ever wanted one,” Yukio replies, chipper as always but ultimately nonchalant as she flips through Xanathar’s Guide to Everything.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that, and I didn’t say it to them like that, but, uh, really?” Ellie asks, a bit flustered.

“Yeah, why not? They’re super nice and funny!”

“O- Okay. I guess I’ll text them, then.” Ellie changes into dry clothes.

“You do that,” Yukio replies. “Tell me what they say, okay?”

“Alright,” Ellie says, texting you.

Ellie💔: Hey! Yukio said yes to you joining us

Y/N💔: Coolio! :-)

Ellie🖤: Uh yeah and she said if you wanna join us in like… A date-y way that would be nice

Y/N💞: Do you want me to?

Ellie🖤: Maybe a little (yes djsldkls)

Y/N💞: Then maybe I’ll consider (I’d love to eakljaskd)

“They said yes,” Ellie says, astounded, and Yukio perks up.

“That’s great!”  Yukio cheers, getting off the bed and embracing Ellie, the two sharing a kiss.

A couple hours later, Ellie and Yukio meet you at the door of the school.

“You look great,” Yukio compliments you before Ellie can say the same thing, but sound significantly dumber.

“Oh, thanks,” you respond with a blush. “You, too. Both of you!”  

Yukio takes the hands of both of you, pulling you out of the house so you can walk to the bus that’ll take you three into town.

“So, I’m thinking we pick our favorite rides, so we can make sure we get on them, and then afterwards we can play whatever games they have.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ellie says, and you nod.

“So, Y/N, you first. You’re the guest of honor,” Yukio decrees.

“Oh, jeez… I like the Tilt-A-Whirl a lot.”

“Good pick! I definitely wanna go on the ferris wheel. What about you, Ellie?”

“Hmm… I heard Rogue say the Himalaya is fun.”

“Alright. Any more ideas, anyone?”

“Maybe the Gravitron?” you offer.

“Yeah!” Yukio encourages, and Ellie nods. The three of you make it to the bus stop, sitting in the back row so that you can all sit next to each other, all holding hands. The bus stops in town, and the three of you get off, walking to the fair. You each buy your own wristband.

“This is gonna be so much fun, I’ve never done anything like it before!” Yukio excitedly says, swaying yours and Ellie’s hands, held in her own.

“I admire your attitude, Yukio. Not having done anything like this before is exactly what’s making me nervous,” you admit, while commending her for her free spirit.

“I’m pretty nervous, too,” Ellie adds.

“But there’s no need to be! I like Ellie, Ellie likes Y/N, I like Y/N, and Y/N likes us. Right?”

“Right,” you and Ellie agree, nodding. It does help to ease the tension a bit.

“Come on, you two. A smile wouldn’t kill you, would it? Which ride first?” Yukio wonders.

“I think we should save the ferris wheel for when the sun is setting,” you suggest.

“That’s a beautiful idea,” Yukio agrees. “The line for the Gravitron looks shortest, so maybe that one?”

“We don’t have to do my suggestion first,” you tell them.

“But it’s the easiest,” Ellie reminds you. “Might as well.”

“Alright,” you agree, and the three of you get in line.

It’s an enjoyable ride, you liked the ones that you understood the science behind. The three of you get off the ride, and you stumble a bit. The two rush to catch you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this supported in my life,” you joke.

“Well, get used to it, cutie,” Yukio says, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek. You blush, and all of you proceed to the Himalaya, squeezing into a cart. The cart races around the track, swaying the three of you back and forth in the cart, pinning either Ellie or Yukio (you’re in the middle) to the side.

After that, it’s the Tilt-A-Whirl. The three of you share one of the giant, chair-like carts, spinning upredicatably. You giggle wildly, enjoying the way your stomach drops with every turn.

The ride eventually ends.

“I wanna go again!” Yukio cheers, and you nod. The three of you get back in line, waiting for your turn. You enjoy the ride once more.

“One more time,” Yukio says. “Y/N is so cute when they’re happy!”

You feel your face heat up and find yourself smiling bashfully.

“See?” Yukio gestures towards you, and you hide your embarrassment in your hands. “Oh, no, I think I broke them.”

“We should probably slow down a bit,” Ellie replies, and you shake your head.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just not used to lots of affection,” you admit, finally gaining the courage to remove your hands from your face.

“Aw,” Yukio pouts. “Well, you deserve it.”

You scoff, shaking your head again.

“Oh, hey, it’s getting close to sunset. We should get in line so that we’ll be on it then,” you remind your dates.

“Right,” Ellie agrees, taking your hand quickly and pulling you along. You grab Yukio’s, and the three of you make it to the slowly-moving line.

“We haven’t taken, like, any pictures!” Yukio realizes.

“Well, now that we’re in line we can take a few,” Ellie shrugs. She pulls you forward so that you’re in between the two of them as opposed to behind them. “Yeah, thought you were gonna be sneaky and not get in any pictures, did you? Well, that’s not gonna fly this time. I had, like, no pictures to cry over when we had our little friendship break-up, so… Let’s get snapping.”

You scrunch your face up at her playfully, and Yukio gets a picture.

“No, ‘Kio, don’t listen to Ellie, she’s evil,” you implore.

“Oh, yeah. So evil that you went on a date with me,” Ellie retorts, sliding an arm around your waist. Yukio puts an arm around your waist as well, and you decide to put your arms around their shoulders. Yukio takes one picture, sliding to a couple other Snapchat filters before switching to Instagram and getting a couple pictures with some of those filters, putting them on their respective Stories, as well as saving them to her camera roll. “My turn,” says Ellie, and she uses her phone to take pictures, following in the same fashion.

“Alright, now you, Y/N.”

“I think we have enough pictures in this spot,” you laugh. “I’ll get some on the ferris wheel.”

“Smart thinking,” Ellie says, and the three of you step forward. The sun is beginning to set, and you three are next up. You board the ride, enjoying the way the wheel steadily takes you to the top. You admire the world below you, trying not to be scared of descending towards it at a rapid pace from here.

Ellie and Yukio squeeze your hands, you must not have been hiding your nervousness very well.

“Eee! Golden hour pics!” Yukio squeals enthusiastically. Her cheer improves your mood significantly, it usually does. All of you take turns, taking selfies together, as well as pictures of the world below. You all enjoy the closeness before the ride ultimately ends.

“Game time,” Ellie announces, and you three explore the game aspect of the fair.

“I’m gonna rescue a goldfish,” you decide upon seeing them all crowded together in a tank, after playing a few different games.

“Do you have the means to keep it?” Ellie wonders.

“No, Ellie, I thought I’d just win the goldfish and keep it in a bag forever,” you snark. You were more comfortable around her than most, and you’d nearly forgotten this was a high-stakes date and not a fun hangout. She and Yukio both snicker at your comment. “You brought a bottle of water, right, Yukio?”

“Oh, yeah, why?”

“Could I have a sip?” you request.

“Sure,” she brightly replies, passing you the bottle. You take a sip, and spit it out.

“What the fuck was that for?” Ellie cries out.

“Watch and learn, doofus,” you respond, and the water hasn’t touched the ground. You float it up and under your jacket, keeping it between you and the article of clothing.

“8 balls for a dollar, 20 for $2!” the man calls out. You hand him a dollar, and he gives you a small basket. Ellie and Yukio are confused when you take off the jacket and the water is gone.

It’s in your hand, they realize as you wet the ball without the man noticing. You toss it, and by controlling the water, you manuver the ball into one of the bowls.

“Alrighty then. Pick one, little lady,” he tells you, and you do. He fishes it out and puts it into a bag of water. He sighs. “Goldfish like having friends, y’know,” the man says to you. “Normally upon winning, your turn is over and you have to buy more balls… But, I have a surplus of goldfish. If you wanna win a couple more for your friends, go ahead.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Just don’t tell my boss.”

You win two more fish with the same method, letting Ellie and Yukio pick out theirs.

“We should probably get going,” Ellie says. “I read online that if goldfish shake too much, it can break down their immune system.”

“Absolutely right. Thanks for liberating a few of these little fish,” the man tells you. “See you next year.”

The three of you leave the fair, taking a cab home. Manipulating the water, all of your goldfish hover just above each of your hands in their bags, not shaking with the subtle tremors of the car.

“So this is why you wanted to help me with a job,” Wade, perched outside the entrance, discovers. “Here’s your cut, kid.” He hands you a thick wad of money.

“You did what?!” Ellie is deeply concerned.

“Don’t worry! They just helped rescue a kidnap victim,” he quickly explains.

“You’re all about rescuing, aren’t you?” Yukio praises, and you can feel your cheeks heat up. She kisses you on the cheek, impressed with your heroism.

“Yeah, I was planning to rescue a fish or two either way,” you admit. “But it was fun impressing you guys with my super cool water powers at the same time.”

“Ooh, were you all on a date? Thank god, I no longer have to worry about the Yukisonic and Y/S/N shipping war.”

“And who exactly is on either side?” Ellie interrogates, an indignant expression on her face.

“Well, I personally liked both very much, but Yellow was a big fan of Yukisonic and White likes Y/S/N. And they do not shut up, even when I’m asleep.”

You feel for him, but Ellie’s mostly annoyed.

“Anyways, I’m a bit chilly. I’m gonna head inside. Nice bumping into you three.” Wade heads in, and you find yourself facing the two girls, goldfish still floating.

“Well, you know what they do at the end of first dates…” Yukio shyly says, and you furrow your brows. You hadn’t really been on many dates.

“But who should get to?” Ellie wonders. Context would be nice, but you stand and wait for them to come to a conclusion.

“Both, at once?” Yukio replies. This is quickly becoming a worrying conversation.

“Why not?” Ellie shrugs.

You find yourself on the recieving end of a kiss on each cheek, flames bursting from each pair of lips on your skin. Once they pull away, you put your cool hands on your cheeks, happily bewildered.

“Let’s go on in,” Yukio reminds ou and Ellie. “We need to rest up for our pet store date tomorrow.”

[gg-astrology]

TWICE Yoo Jeongyeon - Overview

Hello! 💕 Haven’t done this in a while but I figured since I’ve been getting asks about Dahyun-- I wanted to do Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Dahyun’s Overview before Twice’s comeback (on the 22nd!) 💕 Not sure how well this will go!! But I hope you can show the girls some love and hopefully their comeback ‘Fancy’ will be a Bop!! 💕💕

Masterlist  | Momo | Mina | Sana | Jihyo | Nayeon |  Dahyun | 

Disclaimer: For unknown Birthtimes we’re going to use the standard 12.00pm --and as always, please read with your own discretion! 💕

November 1st, 1996 Suwon, South Korea

Scorpio Sun/Mercury

Oooof we’re starting off STRONG today with her Scorpio Sun AND Mercury being VERY tight to each other (0′33) This makes for for someone who’s quite powerful, sometimes a lil forceful but bold, speaks her mind (within reasons), thoughtful and intelligent. 

It’s not the overt type of ‘bold’ as Leos, but more like they aren’t afraid if it’s for the better. Sometimes -- it comes with courage that you’re able to say the things other people have been thinking about (and fearing the consequences/disturbing the equilibrium).

With Scorpios in particular-- it’s about knowing those consequences but knowing better the way to travel/transverse through the situation without hurting themselves/others too much in the process as well.

It’s an intellectual process-- where you make calculated risks in order to get the gained result. It’s about seeing the unseen, perhaps being able to see through people quickly as well-- and ability to tell whether someone’s trustworthy or not based on subtle observations.

People might comment a lot on her ?? because whilst she is very beautiful, she can sometimes have a mean-side despite being pretty nice and might consider herself to be ‘open’ in a way.

It’s the way you come across-- you know? Like how certain people who aren’t doing ANYTHING is just considered to be ‘closed off/mean’ based on them not being completely open/sharing in comparison to others. 

When you put Scorpios in a social/public setting-- despite being honest and friendly themselves-- they know the subtle cues of oversharing and what to say/not to say which distinct them from others, and that distinction is what makes people look at them socially as someone who’s kind of ‘secretive’ or may ‘keep to themselves’ (and may contribute to the misunderstanding that they’re closed off) 

It’s a part of why Scorpios are kinda misunderstood sometimes-- because whilst they are ‘open’ as they can be-- it’s their choice whether or not they choose to open up or not. 

They aren’t necessarily over-sharers, but they will share if they think it’s right/needs to hear (their own actions). You don’t HAVE to share everything in your life-- there’s a reason we have time to ourselves. 

Whilst it IS nice to share our burdens with others/public, there’s also a lot of values in learning how to process/work through things with our own and then sharing that with others as well. 

Think of social media --- there’s people who shares really personal parts of their lives (conflicts) and probably should talk/communicate to the other person themselves instead (think facebook) for smaller situations -- the Scorpio is the type to distinct between the private/public.

There’s ‘mindlessness’ and ‘thoughtfulness’ that they distinct by--- with it in her Sun/Mercury -- she may judge others based on how ‘thoughtful’ they are as well. As ‘mindless’ action that is done with no particular point, or done ‘uselessly’ can create a negative environment/impact on others and that becomes ‘thoughtless’ action (inconsiderate)

With the Scorpio -- it’s about consideration and thoughtfulness. Did you think about what you did? Or did you act without thinking/brashly? 

Was it thought-out, did you exclude certain narratives/thoughts before presenting it out. All these things are considered-- and it’s also a part of why they are somewhat harsh on themselves as well.

See it’s kinda like-- Jeongyeon may be the type of person who thinks alot to herself, goes away to work on things on her own until she figures it out. She can be contemplative, but with that comes a certain strength that makes her stand out--- her willingness to see things through, her strength in making it out completely and as best as she can. 

It comes with consideration-- and a lot of internal work in order to manifest it outward like that (nocturnal sign)  

This Sun/Mercury conjunction may find themselves to be quite truthful. There’s an honesty to them that’s hard to find-- a personal integrity. They aren’t necessarily big speakers-- but they speak when it’s necessary.

Quality over quantity -- and most of the time it’s for the better as well. 

We often talk about how Libras are indecisive-- in Scorpios what you don’t see is that they can sometimes be like that as well. Not in a way that they’re wishy-washy, just that they need to work things through before making a decision as well.

Commitment isn’t something they take lightly, especially ones that requires them to be able to make time, effort, spend energy in long-term.

The ‘intensity’ that Scorpios are known for is more to do with ‘mind-set’ -- as in, are they settled, are they stable/fixed in what they do? Having the preparatory work is necessary in order to ‘dive’ into it.

For the Scorpio Sun/Mercury -- even when you think they’re ‘just like you’ they aren’t completely like you. They have their inner-workings, and their own individuality. 

There’s moments where they aren’t going to completely agree with you or go along with what you want, but it’s no offense to the person. It’s just respect for their own self. 

Patience and tolerance only works as long as they have a ‘goal’ in mind. For the Scorpios-- it’s easier to ‘grab’ what you want/your decisive nature. At the same time-- a developed Scorpio would have to learn how to let things go without throwing a fit about it. 

Emotions/feelings combined with their ‘want/need’ can eventually become their vices if they don’t watch out for it. Primarily, it’s focused on ‘desire/want/goal’ without them realizing they’ve invested ‘feelings’ into the equation-- and the ‘feeling’ part is what makes them cling onto the idea. Rejecting rejection, rejecting reality sometimes. They can be intense to themselves, and in this case it’s to their detriments sometimes as well.

One of the good things about them though is that they have a lot of perseverance and isn’t afraid to use their hands/feet to get what they want. You can’t be afraid to work hard and do what you can to get what you need. 

At the same time, combined with their occasional patience/tolerance you get someone who strikes best when the opportunity arises-- rather than driving themselves to the ground to gain something/endlessly working to reach a goal. Think smart, work hard. Mayhaps Scorpios will have to learn this too. 

Most Scorpios will have to learn how to heal and transform-- from the ashes to a phoenix. Since that’s the path of the ‘healer’ that they’re set out to be. 

Pain, trauma, bad past experiences are a part of what makes them who they are. The recovery period is long and can take years sometimes. 

Eventually Scorpios will have to learn how to ‘crack’ those period open and allow themselves a chance to heal/be happy instead. Move on, change, transform. That’s the path of the Scorpio that Scorpios themselves will need to learn how to do. 

Going back to Sun/Mercury in Scorpio -- with Mercury also ruling the mind (not just communication) a lot of internal energy is aligned with her Sun (ego/confidence/esteem). Making Jeongyeon quite a smart person (people smart sometimes) able to see through things, sometimes even someone who feels like their best trait is their mind/how they think.

This can make for a calculative person, strategic but also hugely ‘gut-feeling/intuitive’. Binding intuition with logical senses can be hard, but there’s value in expressing feelings in a logical way that everyone can understand--- it humanizes aspects of ‘people’ without making it be ‘vulnerable’ or ‘oversharing’. 

The way Scorpio talks about their feelings-- sometimes it’s more like a ‘this was what it is and that’s what happened’ but it’s not meant in a negative way, just that it happened (dry) and then ‘im working to be better at it’ -- an acceptance of the process. 

Because it is Scorpio however (and a lot of the water signs are like this too) -- sometimes they aren’t ‘hearing’ what other people are saying. 

Some can rely a lot on their own experience/guts to make that connection. Despite having a Scorpio Mercury-- she may be a good understander but mayhaps not always a good listener. Especially when it concerns her feelings/experience rendering the conversation to be ‘narrower’ in her mind.

Y know... like sometimes you get stuck in your mind, situation. You don’t necessarily need advice, you just want to vent.

Or rather.. you’ve already made up your mind on what to do, even if it’s not necessarily the best decision. But there’s no changing your mind, so you dismiss any advice being given to you. And pursue your own path anyways.

It be like that sometimes for fixed signs, especially fixed water like Scorpio. Their ‘will-power’ in this regard, can sometimes disregard others. Thus why ‘healing’ and resurrecting the self by cracking down completely is the ‘transformation’ Scorpios will do.

With that said, it isn’t all bad. Scorpio Mercury are thoughtful people, often times when they’re quiet-- they’re contemplating and thinking about what you said. Furthering it, relating to it, putting it into a format that’s applicable to them. 

They don’t normally dominate conversations-- preferring to be more of the observer type. But they do hold certain power when they talk-- and they expect people to listen to them when they’re proving a point on something (and be adamant and demand this from others).

Scorpio Mercury are also very curious people-- especially with topics where they can dive in deep, study (self-study) or investigate. Usually they like finding things ‘beneath the surface’ -- so not just what is presented to them, but the use and meaning underneath. What’s it for, what can it do. What’s the implication/message beneath that. 

Like Capricorns -- they’re more of a hands-on kind of learner (Martian). This applies to understanding something as well. In order to fully understand/feel comfortable with something, they have to actively engage with the material themselves. 

Just hearing it from someone else and taking their words for it isn’t going to cut it. These people like to be there at the scene, likes to know the material like the back of their hands. If they aren’t ‘connected’ to the topic on the level that they can pull it from their mind/document -- then it’s not something they’re certain about at all (commitment).

Sun/Mercury in Scorpio also makes for someone who’s very funny-- in a Scorpio-like humor. Usually, it comes along as snarky/sarcastic or observational humour. As in-- they pick the situation/opportunity to poke fun at something (’moments’ humour). Can sometimes be satirical or academically inclined as well. 

With Jeongyeon-- she also has her Mercury/Jupiter sextile. This can point to someone who may offer services to others-- particularly listening/offering advice. 

With Scorpio Mercury they’re often time good psychologists because they can see and analyze pretty quickly what’s beneath the surface. 

They’re quiet when they want the other person to speak, they give space and also own the space when they need tot alk. They aren’t afraid to point out the things that can help you-- but doing so in a very understanding way.

Note that sometimes they can be sympathetic-- but more so than just being ‘nice’ or ‘kind’ they are understanding. There’s a difference. 

You’re expected to help yourself, but they understand what you’re going through. For now-- this is what they can offer you emotionally (understanding).

Whilst she is extremely generous with others (Sun/Jupiter) and may be personally popular for her mind/positivity (Mercury/Jupiter) -- she also has a strong ego in regards to her intellectual abilities (Sun/Mercury) as well as a debate/combative personality (Mercury/Uranus). 

Particularly because it’s Scorpio Mercury square Aquarius Uranus -- sometimes she can be a bit more conservative than she realizes. Or just really really stubborn in her perspective, unable to see things from other people’s perspective.

It’s emotional more so than anything, but this ‘emotional’ side is what’s stopping her from being rational/open-minded the way she usually is. 

Cancer Moon ( 2nd Decan | Scorpio - Mars/Pluto )

There’s possibly a reason people say she’s like a nurturer in the group-- and that might be because of this Cancer Moon right here!

Not all Cancer Moons ‘acts’ like a nurturer, some are better at being nurtured (or would want the same back) but with the combination of Scorpio/Cancer---  Jeongyeon is someone who is a ‘stable’ point in the group

You’d think ‘oh waters aren’t stable’ but they are. Specifically with Cancer Moons-- whilst they themselves are a little bit of a stubborn pebble sometimes they are also great at handling people. 

Imagine a pebble staring up at you like ‘>:[’ --- this is them sometimes it’s so cute skjnsfkjnksnk if Capricorn is like ‘:(’ then Cancer is petulant ‘>:[’ 

Anyways, that’s besides the point (and just my opinion) -- what I’m here to say is that Cancer Moons have immense capabilities at understanding emotions and reflecting them back at others. 

They’re intuitively inclined, able to draw out people’s feelings/thoughts with intentions and purpose if they so wish. 

Sometimes it’s just from the way they act/behave-- and the aura of comfort that surrounds them. These people are ‘comfortable’ to be around because they’re naturally ‘themselves’ as well -- most of the time, we have a hard time being comfortable with ‘ourselves’.

This is receptive energy -- as in, the Moon reflects light from the Sun thus why it glows (over-simplification but ok). Cancer’s similar to that in how they help people reflect their own light, and thus they are able to evaluate themselves better when they’re with them. 

This might be part of why Jeongyeon is such a stable and consolidating presence in the team.

But another part of their nature is their protective nature and consoling presence -- imagine a crab, there’s the shell that ‘protects’ them from the outside and also the soft innards that you’ll have to crack in order to eat.

Please don’t vore your Cancer friends or ‘crack’ them in order to eat their innards. This applies to metaphorical voring as well (cracking them in order to let them show their emotions) -- there’s a reason the shell’s there, and that’s for self-protection and also their Skin. 

You don’t strip someone’s skin, because that’s painful and they’ll bleed. Nurture your crab friend by letting them be in their shell-- and if they’re comfortable with you they will come up to you. But don’t expect them to gut themselves and show you their insides.

Even if they are ‘open books’ about their experiences there are things they won’t be comfortable sharing/talking about --pushing too much will only aggravate them more bc it feels like you’re not listening to them (or validating them) and only criticizing the way ‘they’ work. 

So with the sign of Cancer-- try to treat them as a crab friend and not a surgical experience. You don’t go around slicing up living breathing animals when they’re not dead, so don’t do that to your Cancers either.

Anyways-- all of this was to say they’ll open up when they want to. When they’re comfortable and feel like you’re receptive to listening to their side of the story. 

Judgment can be a turn off especially if they’re not the one doing the judging. 

In the meantime, YOU can open up to THEM about stuff if you want. 

They’ll be there to listen and offer an ear. No guarantees on whether or not they’ll make fun of you or not but it’s usually not mean-spirited. 

These people-- although they don’t say it outloud they can be needy. The way they go about seeking attention is by roping you into activities with them. Or mentioning something in your vicinity hoping you get the hint. I’d say it’s passive aggressive but it’s more like passively direct.  

They aren’t hiding stuff, they’re just not saying it sometimes. If they’re emotionally pre-occupied then just let them do their thing, when they feel more secure they’ll talk about it. You just gotta be patience with them.

Basically--all this comes down to seeking security and stability, as well as cardinally ‘acting’ it out. When they got problems, they analyze and figure out ‘what to do about it/what can be done’ --- usually ‘action’ taking are done internally (in the mind/mentally) which can be more passive than say Aries (like pre-planning). And then execution happens.

These are usually the type of people who are wrapped up in themselves-- this isn’t actually your problem so don’t insert yourself into the narrative. Let them do their thing, because later when they communicate they’ll be more open to figuring things out.

Usually-- Cancer Moons have a problem with retaining memories/ experiences that ‘hurts’ them. Specifically ones where they feel ‘vulnerable’ or ‘attacked’ by those they care about/unexpectedly. 

These memories/experiences ‘shapes’ them in a way-- and it can take years for a Cancer to learn how to grow out of them because they are-- essentially-- ‘shaped’ by the experience going forward even if they don’t realize it. 

‘No that’s not me’ because Cancers are defensive signs. And whilst they try to ‘overcome’ experiences/emotions that happened to them they don’t realize that they forget to address ‘healing’ themselves-- not just ‘taking’ or ‘overcoming’ something but learning to ‘heal’ and embrace themselves/their vulnerabilities as well. 

They’re terrible at ‘embracing/feeling’ things in it’s totality. Most Cancers would probably hide themselves away to go through their emotional process instead of letting you see them do that. And when situation arises, they are less ‘reactionary’ because they suppress their feelings until they can process them later as well. 

(Choosing to be ‘stable and controlled’ in order to get things ‘objectively’ done) 

There’s a certain ‘need’ to ‘look’ strong in cardinal signs-- rarely, you’ll see a cardinal who feels 100% comfortable being vulnerable in public without some kind of internalized bs regarding showing emotions. 

Sometimes changes are scary, especially when it comes to self-improvement and hearing suggestions from others on how they can develop themselves. Like it’s sister sign Capricorn--- Cancerians are more old-fashioned than they realize and usually takes a while to ‘open up’ to new advice, suggestions, ideas. Sometimes they can take these cues as if it’s criticism to themselves and becomes defensive as well. 

Sometimes -- with Cancer/Scorpio mix you can have someone who’s quite dynamic--- position of authority, likes to tell people what to do.

It’s about being in control, or having control over others sometimes. Combined with the nurturing nature of Cancer it can make someone who aggressively nurtures you. But at the same time-- is equally independent as well.  

This can make for quite an organized person who plans things out to a T when they put their mind to it-- at the same time, they’re attracted to the weird, whimsical or bizarre (unusual) as well. 

Nevertheless, Cancer Moons are often popular with those around them because they are likeable. They remind you of home, of familial figures and in how they take care of those around them. Their sense of humour is usually a little quirky -- which only endears them more to those around them!

They can clean up quite often, domestic scene/field is where they’re comfortable with. Some may become homebodies as well-- preferring to have entertainment inside the home instead of publicly/outside sometimes (depends on placement).

These Cancer Moons (with their close friends) are quite sensitive and caring. More so than that they’re ‘thoughtful’ people to have around. 

They aren’t much for frivolous things or displays because ‘trust’ is a thing that they have to be ‘solid/built’ completely sold on first. 

(Also they can be fun-loving!!! So please love them lots!!) 

Libra Venus  Virgo Mars 

Gonna combine these two together bc they both-- exemplify a lot of her intellectual and analytical side and I absolutely love it

We talked so much about her emotionality with all the waters above-- the combination of Libra Venus and Virgo Mars brings an emphasis to intellect and it’s!!! really nice to see

Talking about them separately first-- with Libra Venus-- like the Nayeon post earlier, there’s a kindred nature with her where it’s a subtle kind of affection.

As an air/cardinal venus, there’s a lot of emphasis on finding ‘perfection’ in what she pursues and is interested in. Where the energy goes in terms of crafts and expression, it’s in finding what ‘fits’ right and organizing/editing until it makes ‘sense’ or ‘looks right’.

It’s hard for Libra Venus to be completely satisfied especially if they’re so excited/have high expectation for the project. With higher expectations (and no concrete manifestation) they sometimes lose themselves in the process-- going over things endlessly again and again until it ‘fits’ right for a period of time. 

This is an interesting contrast to the decisive nature of Scorpio that she has-- with Libra in Venus, often times it softens the Scorpio abit by creating ‘time’ to deliberate over things. 

Trust that the end product will be phenomenal --- but there’s also joy in the ‘act’ of working through things and crafting what she loves. 

They like things to be ‘polished’ and even if it’s not-- then it better be ‘intentional’ and have a good reasoning behind it. 

This combined with the tendency of Virgo Mars -- makes for a person who’s kind of a ‘worker’. An organizer of sorts, likes to see the pieces and arrange them before the finalizing of things/projects.

Visually-- it has to be pleasing, but also the detailing and workings of it has to be up to par. It doesn’t make sense for something to be half-hearted when you could put meaning into it, intentions and create/craft something out of it.

This is the side that makes things looks ‘cleaner’ -- compared to Scorpio/Cancer that can sometimes be ‘crude’-- the Libra/Virgo ‘cleans up’ the edges and makes sure things are presentable. And that kind of ‘presentability’ is what makes things sell.

With themselves and with their product/self- expression -- everything happens in stages. You work through things with the core-energy (hammering it out) with that Scorpio/Cancer will-power. And then you dust off/polish everything so it makes sense, is cohesive. And isn’t cluttered (decluttering).

With Libra Venus especially-- seeing something visually pleasing or being represented as visually pleasing can be important for their self-confidence as well. 

It’s not vanity exactly-- it’s more like acknowledging that you CAN do something about it so you should. And using that to your benefit rather than sit and wait for judgment from others to come to you.  

See, besides the analytical and organizational traits they’re also quite critical and judgemental of themselves/others. No personal offense to anyone at all, but how things are presented and unravelled to these people matters.   

Presentation matters. And since they put so much emphasis on that for themselves, seeing people meet their expectations or share similar standards on this subject can help enhance/bond with them (common interest and understanding with each other).

With the combination of Libra/Virgo in the Venus/Mars -- it’s highly likely that their expectations/style is more of the simple, elegance but sophisticated kind. 

The ‘type’ of presentation is usually more classy-- not really the ‘in the dumps, natural beauty who came from the amazon’ type but more polished/put together style.

This might apply more to themselves/how they want to see others. Sometimes-- there are those who are ‘rugged’ that complements them and becomes objects of their desire. But that also depends on their DSC etc. as well.

With both of these being intellectual signs (Libra/Virgo)-- and considering her Scorpio/Cancer Sun-Moon. Jeongyeon may be the type to listen to others and then intellectualize their words, feelings, emotions. 

Explaining it back to them or understanding it in a very stabilized manner, helping them gain understanding and stability about themselves and how/what they’re feeling if they can’t make sense of it.

This is pretty cute actually -- because there’s always that one friend who listens and THINKS about what you said. And then try to understand it by putting themselves in your shoes (Cancer Moon) but without-- y know, getting all emotional about it.

They’re just trying to understand you, your emotions. Your conflict and your situation. They’re an outsider but with a deeply intuitive/wise perspective. A guidance in your times of need. And also an ear to hear you out/listen to you.

The confidante!!!  I keep forgetting the word but that’s it. Trust if you never take her advice/words she’ll get frustrated. There’s a point to why she sits with you and try to persuade you to do better for yourself. 

So you better manifest/progress with your situation cause if you keep lamenting about the same things-- she’s going to lose her patience and ditch you to go fume.

There’s conditions placed-- and those conditions is that you try to listen and accept help from others. If you’re too stagnant or stubborn-- refusing to listen or LEARN then it’s going to be like talking to a brick wall for her. And she’s the type who won’t know what to do with that (needs stimuli/responsive/reaction)

Too independent to wait around for too long, despite how caring and nurturing she is for those that she loves she’s not going to be the one to get hurt when they lash out/hurt her in the end. 

Besides this-- ways of showing/giving affection back to her is by caring about the little things, the little details. Whether it’s cooking a meal after a long day, getting her flowers or just remembering tiny details about her. These things may be small but the amount of affection/care and thoughtfulness put into it is amazing.

That’s what she’s going to be touched by, warmed-hearted. The simple tiny details of everyday life that manifests into moments of care/affection in time. 

You don’t have to go grand or big since it might embarrass her or push her into responding in a way that’s ‘big’ or equal (try to match up) to the affection you’ve shown--- just the small things are fine.

Communication is a thing-- communicating about your dreams, goals, values. Or just everyday life, it doesn’t have to be deep, big or superficial. 

Sharing your visions and thoughts together is stimulation enough for Libra/Virgo. 

Sharing-- another part of it, is also a thing that makes them quite romantic. If it’s raining, sharing an umbrella. Taking care of them, sharing food/giving them food.  Going on a trip together and getting souvenirs because it made you thought of them (even when you went there together).

Showing them through the little things that you care even if it doesn’t have to be direct/grand is nice.

Alrighty 💜 That’s it for Jeongyeon’s overview! 💜💜💜 Touched on some difficult stuff-- since you can’t really gauge how developed Scorpio/Cancers are sometimes and that can indicate a lot about how they act/react in a way 💜 But I hope-- for those who benefits from this, that you also use it to grow as well 💜💜💜 

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Ashley Romans

Ashley Romans started her formal acting training at Pace University School of Performing Arts. She moved to Los Angeles immediately after graduating in 2015.  Los Angeles theater credits include:  Celebration's Charm (Beta), Rotterdam (StageRaw and LADCC award recipients).  Film/Television credits include: "I'm Dying Up Here" and "Shameless" (Showtime), "Are You Sleeping?" (Apple TV), "Hermione Granger and the Quarter Life Crisis" (Sunshine Moxie), "NOS4A2" (AMC new series).

Black Girls Create: What do you create?

I’m an actor. I create by acting. Collaborating with writers, directors, designers, and visionaries in whichever medium possible to hopefully create an honest reflection of a being’s life experience.

BGC: How do I create?

I suppose my entire creative process begins with healthy self trickery. Not quite deception but more healthy, playful, self manipulation. Naturally as creators we have a way of resisting and fearing whatever it is we most want to bring about into the world. Similar to a mother’s fear of giving birth or raising a child, we think “what if the world doesn’t receive my creation well? What if people are mean? What if it’s not healthy or ready?” I often find myself trying to bribe or trick my way out of this fear. I trick myself into going into my next audition as confidently as I can, or preparing for that day on set when I really don’t want to, or finding some connection with a character trait I find reprehensible.

I also think it is very important to stay relaxed and loose so one can reach a playful and spiritual place of creativity. So I try and keep myself healthy; mentally, spiritually, and physically by reading, eating healthy, journaling, praying, meditating, and exercising.  

BGC: How did you get into acting?

I would say my professional pursuit officially began when I went to study theater at Pace University in New York City for my undergraduate degree, but for as long as I can remember I always had an interest in acting. I loved watching ‘90s action/drama movies with my father and “I Love Lucy” reruns with my mother as a child at all hours of the day. I became even more interested in theater and performance through high school choir, joining community summer camps, and doing the spring high school musical.

Even as an adolescent I felt it was best to keep my professional aspirations to myself in fear of naysayers. In retrospect, I understand now that high school is a time a lot of young people are dealing with self doubt and insecurity. Considering that I was far from the funniest, smartest, or most talented individual in the theater department, I, unconsciously, kept my performing ambitions quiet even from the people closest to me because I didn’t want to risk someone rubbing their self doubt on me. I worked up the courage to audition for a couple of acting schools but I told no one except my acting teacher Douglas Hooper and a few very close mates.

I still abide by this privacy philosophy even now and it hasn’t steered me wrong to this day. I still feel that speaking one’s dreams and aspirations among chaotic or unsupportive energy environment would most likely dissipate or poison their own source.  

Eventually after graduating from Pace University through a couple months of tumbling I landed representation for acting with a management company and I moved out to Los Angeles. I’ve been able to land some great acting opportunities and gain a supportive team of people and I could not be more grateful.

BGC: What has been your favorite role so far?

I have so many favorites. The roles that stand out to me as my favorite are the ones that have most challenged me and allowed me to explore a different aspect of life, and explore and connect to the full range of the human experience. I’ve received some of my most valuable acting lessons in various roles in the theater. I played Inez, a red dressed-vixen-leading lady with a passionate, deep-seeded hatred for her ex-husband in Stephen Adly Guirgis’ Our Lady of 121st. Two years ago I played Beta, a young teenage gang affiliated boy in Chicago with a secret in Phillip Dawkins’s play Charm at Celebration Theater. This coming March I will be part of the Kirk Douglas’s production Rotterdam by Jon Brittain. Set in the Netherlands, I will play Fiona/Adrian, one half of a modern London couple who decides to make a huge change in their life. My experience acting in these productions specifically has been positively nurturing. Throughout our rehearsal process, I learned what it means to be not just a more nuanced and skilled actor but also a more supportive and capable teammate in the creative process.

In terms of film/television world, my work as Hermione Granger in Sunshine Moxie’s Hermione Granger and the Quarter Life Crisis remains my greatest acting lesson in the film/television/on-camera discipline.  Eliyannah Yisrael, Megan Grogan, Alice Pierce, other writers and producers leveled up my game up. I’ve never before been number one on the call sheet and I’m not sure if I ever will again, but having that responsibility was so enlightening. It was also an invaluable learning experience getting to work with those amazing creators and seeing those women just get shit done. It was truly an honor being chosen to play such an important and monumental literary character in this version. I remember reading the Harry Potter series as a little girl in London and thinking how much I wanted to be part of and live in that magical world. Playing Hermione in the HGQLC series was by far the best artistic adventure I’ve ever had. Exploring moments, scenes and how far we can bring characters all felt like adventures. Even our trip to Dublin, Ireland this past year felt like one big adventure. I’ll be forever grateful for that experience.

BGC: Why do you create?

I enjoy acting because I love being seen and getting to disappear. It’s a paradox but it’s my truth. I enjoy exploring the range of human experience. I love that I get to feel connected to people in the safe incubator that is pretend. I love that I get to feel and say all the things I’m afraid to feel and say in my real life. I still never get bored of going to the theater, movie or stage, sitting in a dark room with other people and watching performers simply tell us a story. I hope to serve God and the people around me through my creativity and acting. I always hope to truthfully represent a human experience no matter how high or low the stakes it might seem to us at first. Losing your phone and frantically trying to find it can be as exciting and dramatic a story as losing one’s job or finding out your spouse is unfaithful. It’s all in the storytelling and truthfulness of the moment and I love as an actor I get to explore that.

BGC: Who do you hope to reach through your work?

Honestly, the most important people I aim to ultimately reach and impress are my nieces and nephews. Yes the public, my agents, and producers are all important but I feel as though they are a means to an end. Right now my oldest niece is 10 years old and she loves the Hermione series and is always pretty excited to see me act on TV. At the moment she still thinks I’m pretty cool and I hope to keep it that way.

If this was a decade ago and you asked 16-year-old Ashley the same question I probably would have said something like “I want to be a voice for the voiceless and the underrepresented… blah blah blah.” Truthfully, I don’t think I ever really knew what that meant. I mean, I knew what it meant on a superficial-runner-up-in-Beauty-Pageant kind of level but now that answer doesn’t resonate with me as the gutter truth. Whenever I’m working on scripts, deciding on content to create or post etc, I ask myself “Is this something I would be proud to let my niece see? Is this the kind of work that can help make the world even the tiniest bit better for her?” Eventually, she’s going to grow up and have a voice in this world and I hope that her seeing me embrace mine will give her the courage to embrace hers. My nieces and nephews and all the children like them are who I hope to reach.

I really love seeing how the world is changing now. Representation in the media was so limited even 10 years ago but now it’s getting more and more beautiful by the day. With so many platforms, works such as Pose, Glow, Fresh Off the Boat, Chewing Gum, Masters of None, Eighth Grade, and more, so many beings who have been underrepresented for years are getting a chance to reach their audiences and tell their stories. And we all get to identify and see ourselves in each other. I don’t have to reach out and save the world because it kind of starts with myself and our own backyard.

BGC: Who or what inspires you to keep creating?

Oh geez, that’s a loaded question. My peers are my first and foremost inspiration and motivation. Again Eliyannah Yisrael, Megan Grogan, Alice Pearce, Jessica Jenks. It’s remarkable to watch those ladies do what they do. I love being in acting class and witnessing breakthroughs or being in a really great rehearsal with a cast mate. That’s always promising when you get to be part of the creation of something honest and true.  Even if it is just a great moment in a scene. Actors who inspire me are endless. Octavia Spencer is a fantastic actress and creator who I adore. I had the blessing of working with her once and she’s an even better human.  Lovely doesn’t do her justice. I love watching Regina King. There’s a great example of an honest to God creator and storyteller. She’s accomplished so much in acting, directing, writing, and producing. That’s also how I feel about Shonda Rhimes, Boots Riley, Jim Carrey, Maggie Gyllenhaal. There are many more. I’m sure as soon as you publish this interview I’m going to think of more.

BGC: Why is it important as a Black person to create?

As Black people, we have such a specific and loaded way we walk through the world. The Hermione Series has such a beautiful tag line.  It says “HGQLC - Write Your Own Ending.”  I’ve always loved that because it gives power to the subject.  As Black people it is our responsibility to take control of our story the best way we can.  We must feed our communities the best and most honest images of ourselves to ourselves because images and representation matters. In the area of cinema, for years non-Black people have told their version of the Black experience and it has left us misrepresented.

BGC: How do you balance creating with the rest of your life?

It’s always a struggle to keep a balanced life. I have a tendency to obsess and quickly lose perspective but when I want to regain balance I plan my day to make sure I get everything I need in. Luckily for me in my particular art form, acting is about living so I know I can’t be a good actor if I’m not allowing myself to experience life and fun.   

BGC: Have you been able to build a support system around yourself? What does that look like?

I feel so grateful for my support system. I have amazing representation, an amazing day job with super awesome and motivating coworkers who are actively pursuing their life goals. I also have super supportive family and friends who tell me they’re proud of me just for being myself. My sister is also a great support system, someone I can speak and think out loud with no fear of judgment. I could not be any luckier.

BGC: Any advice for young creators/ones just starting?

It takes 10,000 hours to be a professional at anything. So just put in the hours, however that may look. Either do it, read about it, watch a YouTube video on it, whatever you have to do to learn about your craft and get better.  

BGC: Any future projects?

I’m going to be doing a remounting of the stage production Rotterdam at the historic Kirk Douglas Theater in Culver City. It’s a short run, performances run from March 28 - April 7th, but it’s such a blessing to revisit this work with such a remarkable group of people.  It’s a super funny and insightful play about gender and love.

In the television world I just finished wrapping a new AMC series starring Zachary Quinto and Ashleigh Cummings called NOS4A2. I don’t know the exact date it is to be released but it’s happening soon. The series is based of the hit novel by Joe Hill and it centers around a teenager (Cummings) who uses supernatural abilities to track down the seemingly immortal Charlie Manx (Quinto), who steals children and deposits them in “Christmasland.”  I play a Detective Tabitha Hutter trying to suss out the truth. This series has supernatural fantasy, horror, action/adventure, procedural, and family drama. Everything you want to see.

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85 Questions Game

85 Questions Game ~

i was tagged forever ago by my beautiful wife @sarangtaee i literally havent been on this blog in months sorry 

⇢ Rules: Answer these 85 questions about yourself and tag 20 people

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

⇢ Last:

Drink: diet Candada Dry

📱Call: i just ordered chinese food bih

Text Message: three upside down smiley face emojis by the one and only @sarangtaee

Song you listened to: Get on Your Knees by Nikki Minjaj ft. Ariana Grande

Time you 😢: Yesterday watching a documentary about Jonestown

⇢ Ever:

Dated someone twice: yes unfortunately

😘 someone and regretted it: nope

Been cheated on: yep

Lost someone special: by death? thankfully no. in other ways? yes

Gotten drunk and thrown up: no i took 6 jello shots the other day and felt absolutely nothing. one hit from a bong and im faded though explain that science

⇢ In the last year, have you:

Made new friends: yep! and im so happy for it. they are amazing

Fallen out of 💛: actually ive fallen for someone and it sucks

😂 until you 😢: yes

Found out someone was talking about you: yes but not negatively at least to my knowledge

Met someone who changed you: my new friends have made me happier and i like being alive again. id say that is a change

Found out who your friends are: yeah

😘 someone on your Facebook friends list: no, unfortunately

⇢ General:

How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them. I dont friend people i dont know or like

Do you have any pets: i have 3 kitties

Do you want to change your name: i do, id change it to luna

What did you do for your last 🎂: i literally dont remember

What time did you wake up today: 6 am

What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping

What is something you can’t wait for: to meet my soulmate. hopefully i can muster up the courage to tell him i like him

What are you listening to right now: Phil DeFranco tell me the news rundown

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah i used to work with a guy names tom, he was a hoot and definetly eccentric

Something that gets on your nerves: people that get in other peoples way, humans in general

Most visited website: snapchat and instagram

Hair color: natural medium brown with teal tips

Long or short hair: its medium short atm

What do you like about yourself: my creativity and adventurousness and my empathy

Want any piercings: i have many and id like a couple more

Blood type: A+

Nicknames: Micky, Kenzie, Kizie

Relationship status: single and pining after a boy who only sees me as a friend

Zodiac sign: Cancer Sun, Rising,/Leo Moon

Pronouns: i hate this question

Favorite 📺 show: if i had to choose 1 it would be the office

Tattoos: 2

Right or left handed: right but im kind ambidextrous 

Ever had surgery: ive had a few teeth taken out

Piercings: many

Sports: ew

Dream Vacation: south korea, japan, greece, hawaii

Trainers: what are you asking me? i had a personal trainer almost kill me, and i have sneakers?

Eating: fried rice

Drinking: water

I’m about to watch: jessie smiles

Waiting for: Myself to gain some courage to tell my co worker that i like him

Want: my coworker

Get married for: raw, real, supportive love

Career: id like to be a zoologist or an interior designer

Hugs or kisses: neither if they arent from my SO, both if they are

👄 or eyes: eyes, i love eyes. i draw them on everything and i love looking into the eyes of someone i love

Shorter or taller: taller. i like being the little 

Older or younger: dont care as long as i like them and they are responsible

Nice arms or stomach: i dont have either, on a guy? arms, *shvers* the guy i like has nice arms with some good subtle veins happenin

Hookup or relationship: relationship, i cant do hookups i got an old civil war era piece of equipment and thats all she wrote

Troublemaker or hesitant: im hesitant and troublemaker are annoying like the paul brothers

⇢ Have you ever:

😘 a stranger: no

Drank hard liquor: vodka? yes

Lost glasses: no

Turned someone down: yeah a couple times

Sex on first date: never

Broken someone’s ️❤️: perhaps?

Had your 💔: too many times, thats why i cant tell the guy i like him. im norma jean

Been arrested: no

😢 when someone died: yes ugh so many times, mostly book movie chatcters but also all those children at Jonestown

Fallen for a friend: yes story of my life

⇢ Do you believe in:

Yourself: no, thanks childhood!

Miracles: yep

💛 at first sight: yes bc i have experienced a version of this. the first time i saw my bestfriend walk through my 7th grade ancient civilizations class, i knew i had known her in a previous life, with absolutely no doubt

😘 on the first date: actually i dont know

Angels: maybe. i dont think they would have fluffy wings and halos though

⇢ Other:

Best friend’s name: im not sure thats for anybody else to know since one of them is @sarangtaee

Eye color: olive green

Favorite Movie: i have so many, harry potter, forest gump, matilda, Guardians of the Galaxy, X-Men and many more

Favorite actor: Evan Peters, Aubrey Plaza

Favorite Food: Japchae, Alfredo pasta, Fried Rice, Pizza, Deviled Eggs, Watermelon, Peaches, Cherries

Extrovert or Introvert: Introvert all the ways

Favorite flower: Daisies, lotus, Sunflowers, dahlias, foxgloves, moonflowers

Favorite Hello 🐈 characters: i dont know what this is asking me sorry

And i will not tag anyone since i barely use this account and i have almost no followers, why did i do this? well i guess i just like talking about myself 

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I Promise - PT.1

Prompt: In a Heartbeat

Ship: James X MC

POV: (Point of View): James

Word Count: 1511

Artist Comment: SO LIHHH, this is my first fan fiction! Woooooooh, perfect for people to look back and see where I’ve come. 😅

But I chose to write something like this because not only am I always curious about how significant others react if their spouse get hurt, and to see how much they reeeallllyyy care, but I wanted some angsty sad stuff with this being my first one. I’m still learning how to actually portray a character’s personality, so hopefully I did them justice. Plussss I also wanted to see his reaction, being in a somewhat similar situation. Like this. IM SORRY BAE, you don’t deserve this torture.😩

11:03am

“Well, when observing last month’s trends, it’s clear that everyone’s topic of interest leans towards midterms.”

Are you 100% positive you won’t need to stay? I can take a day off. Reyna wouldn’t mind covering for me at this morning’s meeting.

“When it comes to midterm finals, all the students go crazy trying to find quick crash study ideas, sir!”

I’m fine James, it’s just a small cold. Nothing I… *sniff* can’t handle! Plus you’ve been been with me since Monday, I got this!

“And the worse thing they can do, is look up Buzzfeed articles on: Ways to Pass Finals Without Studying!”

*Muffled laughter erupts from the staff amongst themselves*

And I don’t regret it, but okay. I just wouldn’t bare with myself if I didn’t ask.

“Uh… I think we should break off and do some researching.”

I’ll be okay James, I promise.

I love you.

Geez, so mushy, Heh!

She smiled up at me. You were to think she must’ve been carved by a true artist at their craft… because her smile was so mesmerizing. God, her laugh was so contagious. It dissolved any stress I thought I held in myself still. It seemed as if my mind lost its train of though just being able to hear her voice. Let alone, thinking about her. She was just genuinely captivating. I had to take her word for her word, I just needed to get through this meeting…

… but I love you too, my darling.

An uncanny smile glided giddily on her face, as my smile grew larger, and more effortless. It’s been a year, and she still remembered the “pet name” I opted for us to call each other. She was so disappointed she couldn’t just call me “Jamesies”, but-

“Um, James?”

And with a blink, I was drawn back in the library, standing in-front of the conference table; empty. I hadn’t noticed that everyone, once watching me; had moves toward separate tables & computers alike, fast at work. I was then able to distinguish the voice.

“Hey Reyna, sorry. I assumed I spa-“

“Spaced out? Yes, in the middle of the meeting.”

Had I really let my thoughts consume me that much? Normally, I’m able to regulate my thoughts enough to multitask. I’m able to focus on more than one thing, on the rare occasions that I do; and work productively.

“No one really noticed, I was able to stir things in the right direction. I let everyone know to go ahead and research on midterm finals and student procrastination with it.”

She was trying to reassure me. Reyna always had such a calm spirit underneath her steadfast & determined perseverance. She truly reminded me of myself, or in ways, something similar to Vasquez and I. Mentor and colleague. When the time comes, she’ll be capable to take MC’s place when she moves into my position. I’m blessed to have had MC’s help to hire her as a journalist to our team.

“Thank you Reyna,” She seemed to relax more after my reassurance. Patting her shoulder, I headed towards a vacant table. “Let me go do something productive, but I may need your help a little later with an interview ab-“

“Are you alright, James?”

I froze midway. Looking back at her, even from a distance; the concern was still very distinguishable. Could she notice? I had been pretty good at keeping my facial expressions indecipherable. It’s difficult for others to pick up on my feelings, if only but a guess. MC told me herself, that she found the task a challenge, although now, she has it down to a science. I really must be more worried than I assumed I had been.

“Pardon me?” She seemed to grow more hesitant at my surprised expression. Cautiously, she set her papers off to the side and took one step closer, growing more urgent.

“Um,” Clearing her throat, she took a breath, trying to expel what nerves she had left dwelling. “Well Mr. Ashton, not to be too forward, but I noticed that MC hadn’t attended any meetings all week. You mentioned that she’d be here today, but she’s not... Is she okay?” Yeah, she most definitely can pick up on it. For a moment, it seemed intriguing to see her investigating skills pick up on minuet things like this. “She’s out for today, she caught a small cold. So, she’s resting. I was going to pick up on her tasks for today.” She seemed to sprout more worry. “Is there anyone there watching her?”

“She’ll be fine. Her roommates checked up on her periodically while I stayed for the past few days. And one’s going to be keeping her company today. I’ll be stopping by to see how she’s doing after we’re all done here.” She nodded, finding enough strength to work up a smile. I wanted to diminish any worry Reyna had. She had taken a liking to becoming friends with MC, and it was clear to see she was weary of her health as well.

I lean forward and hand her some papers. “These are some templates. All I’ll need you to do today is interview a sample of students & teachers; get some comments of their experience with midterm finals. If you can get it to me by the end of the weekend, that would be great!” Nodding, she grabbed her laptop from the table, and looked back at me. “Just, if you don’t mind, giving me an update on her? From, a concerned friend?”

“Will do.”

Smiling genuinely towards her, I waved goodbye, grabbing the rest of my papers. The unoccupied table I was originally going to was still empty. Some of the students cluttered together at different tables; some discussing & showing off information they found from credible articles, and others looking up articles to gain a collective opinion. I made my rounds toward each table, giving constructive criticism, and approving work. By the time I reached the table I wanted, I had already felt semi-drained.

It wasn’t a simple task; to tuck away my anxiety. Every minute that past, calling MC raced my thoughts, even walking out to go to her aid grew more and more into an option. But, once you show worry, it travels to the majority your staff. I realized how frequently I had been checking my phone.

11:50am

This would be the best time to bury myself into my work; that’s all I need; a good distraction. I reached for my phone, and held on to the side for a few seconds.

-Slide to power off-

I slide on the screen with my thumb subconsciously, and put my phone at the side of the table. Instead of working up more worry in myself, checking the time every second, I’m going to lose myself in my work. By the time I check, it’ll feel like the time flew by. I just need to keep working, and look forward to getting lost in her voice again.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“I’ll be okay James, I promise.”

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

My head flew up from its steady surface.

A few blinks later, and my vision cleared into light. I had been still seated at the library table I was at this morning. I looked around an empty room, Then down to my laptop. It had taken the same notion as me; the screen was black. After taping on one of the keys, I typed in my password. I must’ve been more exhausted than I anticipated. Maybe I should take it easy... but the newspaper club depends on me, they’re Head to run everything smoothly.

Sighing, I ran my hands down my face, trying to reawaken myself from my drowsy position. I couldn’t have been asleep for that long. The sudden brightness caught my attention, as the screen came to life, pulling up my novel I’d been working on. My eyes glided to the corner.

6:38pm

No…

My eyes darted up, scanning for any window for reassurance. Confirming my accusation, the sun had been setting outside. I could tell just by seeing the libraries reflection on the glass.

I moved my books to the corner, pulling my phone from underneath a stack of papers. After several attempts to turn it on, I came to the obvious realization & lapse of judgement:

I turned it off earlier

As I muttered swears and insults to myself, I began hoping & praying that she’d been okay.

She was okay.

She has to be okay.

She is okay.

The phone breathed on, and I froze. All I could do was stare, stare at my screen; and for what felt like forever, nothing was there. Nothing had popped up. As my phone screen went black, it suddenly began vibrating repeatedly, notification light flashing like a strobe light as the screen cut on and a multitude of notifications flew down it.

The feeling of repulsive guilt and anguish engulfed me as my phone continued vibrating.

MC 👑😂☺️👫💕 Missed Call (10) & Voicemail

MC 👑😂☺️👫💕: Text Message

MC 👑😂☺️👫💕: Text Message

MC 👑😂☺️👫💕: Text Message

MC 👑😂☺️👫💕: Text Message

Building the courage to scroll down, I noticed phone calls & texts from Kaitlyn. Guilt plaguing me enough to avoid reading & listening to MC’s first, I opened hers, anxiety clearly working to my disadvantage.

“Uh, James? I’ve been calling you from MC’s phone. She’s not okay…”

I dropped my phone on the table as I stuffed my books into my messenger bag.

“…um, were at the hospital right now, we had to leave a little after 2:15,”

I pulled my lanyard from around my neck and grabbed the keys from them, shutting my laptop closed.

“I don’t think it’s just some cold, she hasn’t woken up since talking about you earlier. That was around 11:30 this morning, when you get this, come asa-“

Her voice began to muffle as I stuffed my phone straight into my pocket, running through the library doors towards my car.

My mind fell blank, with only one thought racing:

Please, let her be okay.

6:45pm

•NEXT

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soulmate! Hoshi

Anon requested: soulmate hoshi please? i loved all the soulmate aus so far!!!!keep up the good work!!!

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1459

Summary: in which the closer you are to your soulmate, you can hear what song their listening too, visa versa (part two)

A/N: Thank you so much!!! I hope you really like this ^~^

the first year you could comprehend what a soulmate actually was,

you were completely obsessed with finding your “mark”

and after that mess, searching through the “soulmate” section in the library and asking around

you kind of just gave up of finding your soulmate

figured “go with the flow” is best

but that didn’t stop you from lowkey being jealous of your friends who had obvious signs

hell even one had her soulmate’s first words

you think you could live with anything, even "get out the way" if it meant you would for sure meet he or, what the hell, she one day

flash forward years later not really lol your still young and fresh okay

your college offers programs for classes over seas for a year

for your major, the best places would be, south korea, singapore, and japan

lots of people were choosing south korea, and but you actually already know korean, as a result of your high school friend who was korean

so to be a little different you and your best friend in college, choose japan

even though flying is a bitch, you and your friend land safely and head to baggage claim

suddenly you hear this slight beat in your ears

looking down at your phone, you see the music is turned off

“f/n do you hear some music?”

“nah you alright?”

“yeah it’s probably just my post plane effects”

when you sit in the taxi on the way to your airport, you play your music and eventually the beat is gone

the next day when your prepping for a class, you hear the beat again

you search everywhere and after your friend says she hears nothing, you almost pull your hair out

then it clicks,

holy shit you’ve read of soulmates having this before

maybe he’s japanese????

after telling your friend, on any spare time you guys had, you both travel all through japan

the disappointment you feel hurts, in fact in seems the farther you travel through japan, the quieter the beat gets

the one thing you notice is the same beat seems to play over and over again

at one point you to start to subconsciously drum your fingers to them 24/7

you wonder if your soulmate can hear your music too and is thinking about you? hopefully?

at the end of your time in japan, you and your friend decided to take a week vacation in seoul, south korea

“girl did you see the street food there, if we gain a couple pounds, it’ll definitely be okay”

and literally, the first thing you notice when landing at Incheon is the melody added to that beat

“f/n. shit i think my soulmate’s korean”

as you get closer to seoul, you can start to hear the whispers of lyrics

by the time your in your hotel you can hear the lyrics as if your playing it from your phone quietly 

“ulgo sipci anha”

despite the bit of jet lag you have, you grab a small backpack full of all your essentials and head out, leaving a note for your friend who’s already knocked out

as you run around seoul aimlessly, you somehow figure out directions with the sounds

this leads you to the front of a large building

smartly, you plug in your earphones and play a hiphop song, loud with heavy beats

if there’s a way you can hear a song about boys not wanting to cry then he could hear you blasting kokak blacks’ tunnel vision in one ear

no matter how far you walk along the street you always hear the song the loudest at the building

after mustering up some courage, your about to knock but the crying song stops

you step back three feet, kind of freaked out, the mash of the two songs only becoming yours

suddenly a cute black haired boy dressed in sweaty workout clothes explodes from the doors

he stares at you with wide eyes and takes a step back

bumping into a whole soccer team of guys coming out or peaking heads out the door

you slowly reach your hand up to your earbud and as you take that one out, the music in his ears stop also

the grin that graces his face has to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

he looks at your face brightly, noticing the happy smile on your face

like the match made in heaven you guys are, you run up to him laughing and he opens his arm laughing

your arms go around his shoulders and his around your waist

you get lifted slightly and this situation makes you smile and giggle even harder

suddenly you feel yourself get pulled forward from what you notice is your soulmate’s friends pulling him back inside the building

“as happy as i am for you to find your soulmate, lets not have any pictures taken”

he ignores them completely with the smile seemingly permanent

setting you down, he holds your hands tightly, grinning

“my name’s kwon soonyoung and ill definitely be calling you soon”

you giggle and answer

 "my name’s f/n l/n. i would call you honey, but your so much sweeter than that.“

 you guys laugh again and he pulls you in closer, burying his head in your nape and yours in his chest

"wow someone who’s actually PERFECT for soonyoung”

“the cringe couple”

“ewwww LMAO”

“WE ALL HAVE HOPE NOW 2017 IS SEVENTEEN’S SOULMATE YEAR” 

after being introduced and explained too that they are actually a group called seventeen and bombarded by them with questions,

you and soonyoung are given time alone

aka sitting in the corner and pretending svt isn’t trying to eavesdrop on the other side of the dance studio

getting to know each other must have been the funnest and cutest experience of each other’s life

“its a great song but i was tired of listening to just one portion of a song about boys crying after the first 10 minutes”

“yahh, i create choreography, so of course i play it over”

you guys openly and cutely discuss pet names

“i dont want to call you y/n, that’s what everyone else calls you,” he pouts

“what about you? you have something you wanna be called?”

 he slightly gets flustered, and before he can answer you ask,

“you know how americans will call their husbands hubby?”

he nods at the mention

“what do you think about bubby? boyfriend instead of husband”

he smiles sweetly and laughs, “i like it, and i’ll call you jagi (honey) in honor of your pickup line”

you laugh and accept of course

 the corners of his mouth twitch up in a slight smirk

“so am i your boyfriend now?”

you slap his arm lightly, “yah im not that easy, take me on a date first”

you guys get closer on the emotional level

he looks at you and smiles softly

“i think your too pretty to be my soulmate" 

"what do you mean??? your the most attractive guy ever. clearly we are soulmates, two good looking people together? helloo”

you wiggle your eyebrows at him and wink cutely

he chuckles softly

“are you sure, you’ve seen the other members, they have way better bodies and faces than me”

you realize at this moment your soulmate had insecurities

why are korean beauty standards like this

“look at me”

you boldly hold his face in both of your hands, instantly making his ears turn red

“i don’t know or care that other people don’t find you attractive. to me you are the most handsome" 

"your the perfect height for me, i dont need to you to be any taller" 

"your eyes are the most attractive thing, i didn’t think someone can be so hot and cute as the same time but damn you proved me wrong" 

"i could go on and on but if i say all of them now, it would take forever”

you bring his face closer and press your lips on his cheek softly

he smiles with pink cheeks and pecks your neck, settling his head there and whispers

“you don’t need to be perfect but i know your perfect for me”

you laugh tenderly and whisper in his ear,

“i love how you can keep up with my cheesy comments but let’s not do this 24/7”

he chuckles loudly

“let’s be a comfortable & fun couple, those are the best”

 "definitely"

svt at the side like “this has to be the cheesiest and cutest moment i’ll ever witness”

“it’s a drama in real life lol”

seungkwan says this a little too loudly

you and soonyoung both look over and then at each other

“you wanna throw it or will i?”

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

100% recommend you another soulmate au here, soulmate! Joshua ;)

(Jess: Seri ily //actual tears//)

MASTERLIST

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Goals for 2018

I’m so tired of feeling like year after year passes me by without making a significant mark on the world (or at least my world). So here are my goals so that 2018 doesn’t travel down the same, unproductive road. I’m really excited about the fresh beginning of a new year; the start of the next 365 days where anything is possible if you work for what you want...right?

Wellbeing

1. Get Back to the Gym: I’ve lost a lot of confidence lately and it’s vital for my mental health to get that confidence back. I slipped out of any semblance of a gym routine these past few months and it absolutely shows. I feel flabby and thick in all the wrong ways, and so this is the year that I discipline myself all year long, carve out time to go to the gym six days a week, and regain pride in my body like I’ve never known before.

2. Make Creativity a Priority: The majority of my days are filled with scrolling aimlessly on various apps on my phone, bartending at my day job, or focusing too much thought and energy on my relationship. I love my boyfriend, but we’re in a wonderful place together so there’s no need to obsess and fixate on the status of our relationship. I need to get my head out of my ass and start nurturing my creative spirit again. I haven't performed in any way in months, and have tons of journals and notebooks that are only half-filled or not at all. So how am I going to go about doing this?

Use my love of social media and online browsing as a tool: It’s clear that I have an addiction to the internet and I don’t think I’m alone in that. So, instead of trying to cut down my time on technology, I’m going to use my habits to my advantage and commit to writing here on tumblr or more deep-diving posts on instagram. I want to write something of import at least three times a week. I’ve had ideas of starting my own blog page, but until I have a focused vision and message I think I’ll hold off. 

Follow the impulse to explore photography: As someone who loves taking photographs but never took the idea seriously, I want to devote 2018 to doing all the things that I want to do. I plan on starting with a camera my parents own but never use, a Canon of some sort, and then go from there.

3. Keep drinking limited to 4 nights a week: I’ve noticed in the last 3 months or so that I’ve started to have at least one drink every day. I don’t know if that’s as big a deal as it feels, but I know that for my life it’s definitely unnecessary. It doesn’t help that Im a bartender and having a drink is my primary method of relaxing or dealing with the anxiety that comes with a packed bar. But if I’m really going to commit to the gym again then I won’t have empty calories to waste on wine every day anyway. SO I think 4 nights is a good compromise with myself. And who knows, maybe once I cut down I’ll realize even four is unnecessary and I’ll even go down to three. 

4. Really start learning French: This has been a goal of mine for so long that if I don’t get serous about it now I fear I never will. And what better time than now anyway? I’m dating someone who speaks the language, who’s mother also speaks the language, and we’re planning to vacation in France for the SECOND time this summer. So what’s stopping me? Laziness and money. But this is something I truly want and have wanted for years. Ever since high school, really, when I was too insecure to do anything that my friends weren’t doing. I have another friends who speaks the language and I’m going to reach out to her about setting up lessons. If i could get a handle on the language by July I would be so proud of myself and it would be such a huge accomplishment off my life bucket list.

Career

1. Land Representation: This has been a tough one for me for a long time. Each year I say will be the year I finally sign with agents and a manager, and each year I let myself down. Not this year. I’ve just reached out to an agent who has been stringing me along for over a year, asking her to please put me in touch with another agency if she does not feel we’re a good fit for one another. She hasn’t responded yet but I’m hopeful. If that route doesn’t go anywhere then I’m going to reach out to everyone I know, audition for every single play and film I can possibly find, and hopefully get something to invite all of the agents and managers to that I’ve met in passing.

2. Go Back to Class: It’s become very clear to me lately that I still have so much to learn about technique and preparation. Maybe I’ll never be done learning about it. But I cannot sit idly by while day after day passes and I am not practicing my craft for weeks or months at a time. That’s insanity. So I think I’m going to reach out to Michael again this month about returning to taking lessons with him. It’s a gamble because of the emotional rollercoaster that accompanies a relationship with Michael, but it’s worth it if his rates are cheap and I feel artistically fulfilled each week. 

3. Make a Promise to Perform Every Three Months: It doesn’t matter if its a play, student film, or finally getting the courage to write and perform slam poetry. If I don’t keep performing, I’m letting excuses and fear run my life. And I’m done with that. So. By the end of this month I am going to have a performance date of SOME SORT scheduled in the books. 

Travel

This past year I got to travel a good amount. I went to several parts of France I’d never seen, Iceland, Budapest, Hudson, and D.C. What follows is a list of all the places I want to or plan on traveling to in 2018:

1. Brittany, France

2. Egypt

3. Tiny House (Catskills, NY)

4. Vermont

5. Ireland

6. Budapest

7. Montreal

8. LA/ Northern California

9. Colorado

10. Scotland 

Relationships

While my boyfriend is my partner and the strongest relationship I have in my life, I want 2018 to be an exploration in strengthening and prioritizing friendships that I’ve allowed to fall by the wayside. I recently moved out of the home I shared with my best friend, and before doing so we made a pact to see each other once a week every Tuesday. However, her holiday and work schedule took priority and so now we haven’t seen one another in a month. Instead of addressing my feelings of neglect and hurt to her after canceling on me several times, I’ve allowed my frustration to fester and grow like a bacterial disease, resulting of course in me being angry to the point where I can’t text her or else it would start a fight (which of course I’m already in, in my mind). So, I would like to take the opportunity of this new year to be less passive aggressive and more communicative with those close to me when I’m feeling hurt or disrespected. I’m going to reach out to my friend tonight and tell her how I feel. It would have been more mature of me to address these feelings as they were first happening, but that time has passed and I have to start somewhere. 

It’s not just this one friend that I’ve been unsuccessful at keeping up with. I find that I have very few friends that I actually see. Sometimes I try to see someone in particular and they regularly blow me off, and sometimes I get invites to see people whom I regularly blow off. I’ve decided that if someone cares enough at this point in time in our lives to make an effort to see me, then I will make an effort to see them. As far as the friendships that I value who I don't see often, I will continue to pursue and reach out to them in the hopes of having more people in my life who I consider to be “close” with. 

This is the first time I’ve ever written out resolutions like this, organized and categorized in this manner, but I found it really helpful and in the last hour have gained an immense amount of clarity on what it is I’m truly looking to gain from this next cycle around the sun. I hope it inspires others who come across this post to do the same!

- Ashleen Xx