#someone help me accessorise

[humblepoet26]

Girls, do you know how tempted I am to buy this dress? To be clear, I don't usually voluntarily like wearing dresses (as you can tell from the butch loverboy vibes I got going) but something in me is urging me to do it and I'm so tempted.. someone tell me not to 😍

[norikuna]

BED CHEM— geto suguru minors dni. art by to00fu !

welcome to the christmas tour ! take a seat in section (b) and let the show begin !

prologue. → ditching your friend's christmas condo party for your scrumptious, needy boyfriend? yes please!

want to try sitting somewhere else ? take a look at the ticket chart again !

pairing. geto suguru x afab!reader

warnings+. awful usage of brainrot slang to weird geto out (mission successful), making out, messy sèx, crèampiè, nothing crazy !

word count. 5k! song inspiration. bed chem — sabrina carpenter

a/n. happy 1 month birthday to this blog!!!!!! 😭 kind of fitting that i celebrate with a geto fic <3

mp3. where art thou? why not uponeth me? see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy !

"hey," you say, holding up the dress and crinkling the red satin in your fingers, "what'd you think of this one?"

it's a gorgeous number, a sheer, corset bodice with a daring thigh-high slit, all set to softly drape off your shoulders. the kind of dress that screams 'sexy without trying too hard' and 'television heroine vampire heiress'. your goal in life.

geto doesn't even glance up from his latest obsession, crouched by the kitchen counter. he's eye level with a pavlova, drizzling raspberry glaze over it like he's performing surgery. without missing a beat, "it's cool. for someone desparate in witness protection," he deadpans.

you scoff, clutching the gown like the aforementioned television heroine, "you just say weird shit sometimes. what does that even mean? and a day one hater, didn't even look up..."

"and yet," geto mutters, still hyper-focused on his dessert, "i know i'm right."

you throw the dress onto the couch dramatically, "suguru, you bought this dress for me."

that gets your boyfriend's attention and he looks up, catching the gleam of familiar red satin, and visibly gulps, "oh. my bad. it's, uh, hot you'd look hot, i mean."

"nice save, baby," you arch a brow.

he tosses his inky black hair back, some of it falling right back into his face, "what's it for?"

you sigh, propping your legs up on the worn couch, "that big party, remember? my friend who got married and had a kid last year, y'know her right?"

geto hums, popping a fresh blueberry into his mouth, without taking his eyes off the pavlova, "mmph," he says through a mouthful, "the one who married the guy who cheated on her like thrice?"

you grin, delighted he remembers the gossip you've spoon fed to him over time, "yeah, well, apparently he tried making it up to her by buying her an entire condo."

geto wrinkles his nose in disgust, "tacky. ya' just can't buy class."

"totally," you sigh, "but it's so nice in there. and when she hosts parties there, i can't really complain. it's like, so gorgeous."

then, you glance back at your focused boyfriend, watching as he artfully arranges more berries atop the meringue, "mhm, speaking of gorgeous, are you gonna stand there making love to the pavlova all night, or are you gonna help me accessorise this thing?"

geto glances at you, his violet eyes narrowing playfully, "why so needy? jealous of whipped egg whites and sugar?"

you flop your arms to your sides with a dramatic sigh, "what if i am?"

geto exhales as though you are his most tiresome, and favourite thing in the entire world. grabbing a silver spoon from the cutlery rack, and dipping it into the sticky-sweet raspberry glaze. he's striding towards you, and there's that signature air of both exasperation and amusement, "open."

you comply, simply because dessert trumps dignity, and not before biting down on the spoon with unnecessary force just to mess with him. the glaze simply melts on your tongue, and you smack your lips, "mmm. wait, this shit's really good. what's it for?"

geto laughs, stepping closer to swipe his warm thumb across your bottom lip to catch a stray bit of glaze, "for us, jus' us. thought we'd have something sweet for christmas."

you clutch your chest like a damsel, "i thought i was your sweet thing for christmas."

your dear boyfriend rolls his eyes, swatting your arm lightly with the sticky spoon, leaving a smear of glaze, "tch, what am i gonna do with you?"

you gasp in mock outrage at the sensation, but geto's expression shifts, softening as he swings a knee up onto the arm of the couch, "wan' me to come with ya?"

you blink, thrown off from his hauntingly beautiful features that you'll never get tired of, "come with me where?"

"that party, love."

your jaw practically hits the floor, "wait, really? you actually want to? thought you hated these things?"

geto's lips quirk upwards, shrugging a shoulder, "the things i do for my pretty girlfriend."

cue the squeal. exaggerated just enough to irritate him, just a bit. you clutch his arm, bouncing slightly, "aw! you really do love me!"

geto's exasperated look cracks, softening into something far more quiet and fond. he places a hand on your head, ruffling through your hair just enough to make you scowl at the mess, "don't push your luck," he warns. but his tone betrays his amusement, "i just feel bad i haven't gone to any of the others with you."

"i'm glad you said that, though, suguru," you start, already scheming as you lean forward and rest your head on his knee like its the most natural pillow in the world. he lets out a soft puff of breath, almost instinctively leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

"remember those high-waisted pants i said would look really good on you?"

geto frowns, "the ones you said made me look like a...and i quote, a slutty mushroom?"

"bingo. you should wear them. the world deserves to see your delicious gyatt —"

your baiting words are accentuated by a pinch to the back of his dark sweatpants but cut off by his sharp exhale, and the way his fingers, which had been lazily tracing the curve of your ear, freeze mid-motion.

"my what, love?" geto asks, his tone a mix of suspicious and the kind of dread reserved for people who know they're about to regret asking a question.

"gyatt," you repeat, completely unrepentant, no shame nor misery, "it means —"

"i know what it means," geto cuts in, deadpan with a faint and tell-tale blush creeping onto his tan skin, "i'm cutting off our wifi. all our electricity actually."

you laugh, patting his muscular thigh lightly before squeezing it again for good measure, "oh, so you do know what it means. that's embarrassing for you, babe."

"and yet, somehow, i still have the moral high ground," geto grouches, pinching the bridge of his nose, "and you say that i say weird shit. now you're bringing gojo's tiktok fuckery into my own home."

"first of all, it's our home," grabbing the red dress and standing, almost knocking him off the couch's arm, "second of all, my big and tall and beautiful boyfriend is such a cutie patootie when he's embarrassed."

geto groans, tilting his head back, "stop. you're emasculating me."

you pause in the doorway, "you cry everytime we watch strawberry shortcake. you do that shit to yourself."

"that was one time!" geto protests, but you can hear the smile colouring his voice.

"two times."

"the mermaid episode was emotionally poignant. power of friendship and moral honesty despite the promise of treasure," he calls after you, "you wouldn't get the timeless themes!"

well, mission accomplished. the dress fits you like a second skin, hugging all the right places. and you're not even ashamed of how long you spend admiring yourself in the mirror. the way the corset lifts your chest, well, it's definitely giving hot and sexy vampire now.

you delicately pat a glitter bomb compact over your skin, letting the soft shimmer catch the light on your collarbones and shoulders. it's a fine balance, you think, but you know there's a fine line between 'faintly glittered-up' and looking like 'fenty beauty just projectile-vomited rosé rave' all over you.

"suguru!" you call out, expecting a snarky reply but hearing nothing. typical. "suguru!" you yell again, just because you can. you wander out of the bedroom, only to find him already in position: stretched across the couch, legs draped lazily over the armrest.

and fuck, he looks good. wearing those wide-legged pants you suggested, and obviously, you were right about them. a crisp white top with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his forearms. geto's hair is pulled back into that high, slightly messy knot he's so fond of, but a rogue and choppy strand has escaped, brushing against his cheek.

the whole look screams 'effortlessly hot' and you can imagine how smug he'd be if he knew what you were thinking.

"oh. hey, love," he greets casually, scrolling through his phone and still draped over the couch like a catalog model who knows all his angles. but then geto looks up, and the phone nearly slips out of his hand.

"uhhh, hey," he says, his eyes widening as he takes you in, and his rosewood lips part, as he says it again, clearly dumbfounded, "hey."

you laugh, crouching down next to him, amused by the way he's visibly short-circuiting, "not bad yourself," you tease, "what were you looking at?"

before he can stop you, you lean in to peak at geto's phone, pressing yourself against his side. glitter from your collarbones transfers onto his skin, but you're too busy laughing at his dimly lit screen to notice.

"suguru!" you gasp, your shoulders beginning to tremor, "fuckass yahoo answers, of all places. wait — i can't believe people still use that. stop moving your phone, let me read!"

is it good or bad if my girlfriend says i have a gyatt?

geto's ears turn deliciously red, and he locks his phone with an exaggerated click, "okay. nosy mcgee," and he's grumbling, "makin' me sound like a loser."

you pat his cheek lightly, grinning like a cheshire cat, "it means i think you're scrumptious," you say with mock seriousness, "like top-tier snackish. like, as in, i like your ass."

geto huffs, his lips twitching despite himself. and then, leaning forward, he presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. you wrinkle it instinctively, thinking of all the concealer and powder you had layered earlier.

"well," he says, as he brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, "i think you're pretty too."

you sigh dramatically, "just pretty? why did i end up with a nonchalant man?"

geto gasps, his mauve eyes widening in mock offence as he juts his lip forward, "hah, 'scuse me. i'm not nonchalant. i'm like the total opposite of nonchalant. i'm like...chalant."

you snort, catching his stray fingers as they linger close enough to your lips for you to playfully nip at them, "yes. you are. my very chalant boyfriend. what a hero."

geto rolls over to his side, so he's facing you. absolutely wrinkling his white shirt, "thank you for recognising my efforts."

but then his tone shifts, his gaze running over you, "but seriously, you look hot. like crazy hot. like wow, my girlfriend is insanely hot," and he leans in slightly, "and i jus' can't stop looking at your two, beautiful, perfect..."

it hits you that his gaze has dropped to the swell of your chest.

"suguru! my eyes are up here, you dog."

"shit, been caught." and he's still laughing at your grumbles, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you up in one swift motion, dragging you alongside him towards the bedroom.

"hey!" you protest half-heartedly, trying to dig your heels into the carpet, "the front door's the other way, genius. we're gon' be late."

geto doesn't stop his stride, glancing back at you with a pleading look that's also smug at the same time, "yeah, but you're the one who looks like that. don't think i can function. i need a minute."

"geto suguru, everybody. one-minute wonder. all he needs to finish."

you hear your boyfriend's scoff, as a teasing laugh escapes him, "hah, can't help being like this, can ya? got a gold medal when it comes to pissing me off."

you smile sweetly, "it's because i love you."

geto rolls his rich-plum eyes, his hand guiding you towards the bed as he shakes his head, "you know i love you too, right?"

"duh."

"good," geto says, and with that, he's leaning in. pressing a hot kiss to your jaw, then moving to your waiting mouth. it's messy, sloppy, the kind that makes your pussy clench a bit. sue you, eh? it's just the effect that geto suguru has on you.

you let out a soft whine as his tongue smears across your satin-finished, ruby lips, perfectly lined not ten minutes ago. but then geto's pulling away, circling his finger lazily in the air. a wordless demand that leaves your thighs clenching in anticipation.

you playfully huff, but spin yourself away from him. planting yourself on all fours, hearing geto grunt as he seems to appreciate the view. tsk, your predictable, eager boyfriend.

his large hand is running slowly down your spine, like he's savouring the way the satin clings to you. it's sending shivers down your body, and you're certain that if geto were to push your dress up and cup your core with a large hand, he'd pull it away wet and dripping.

"ah, pretty. so pretty, aren'tcha?" and his fingers are tugging taut at the ruched dress, like he can't quite believe you're real and his. despite three smooth years of professing your love to one another.

"suguru," you protest, "y'know 's not a cheap dress, babe."

you can hear the amusement tinging his smooth voice, "i know. i bought it, remember? don't want you worryin' your pretty lil' head over it."

you let out a soft sigh as you feel him entirely lean his weight over you, enveloping you in that heady scent of leather and cardamom. scooting your ass back, so tight satin would faintly drag across his very pronounced erection.

"f-fuck," and geto's laugh is sharp, disbelieving. half a huff, and half a chuckle, but entirely in awe. broad, warm hands are gliding over you before the gentle press of his palms come to rest on your hips. he's sliding your dress up, letting satin rustle with a soft, whispering sound. leaving your skin exposed to the sudden and sharp kiss of the christmas air.

"wow," geto whistles quietly, appreciatively. he seemed to be enjoying the sheer red thigh-high tights that clung to the plush of your thighs like a second scarlet skin, and you gasp as he hooks a long finger underneath the lace border, snapping it once briefly in a mild sting.

his hands are so close to where you need them most, and it's so utterly infuriating. he's practically dancing his finger tips over your inner thighs, ghosting so close to your underwear. panties that were surely languid, weighty by now. you could feel the damp cotton growing far more slippery and tacky as geto suddenly ran a finger over your clothed cunt.

and you can hear the elation in his voice as he lifts a finger up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around your syrupy taste, "hah, you're practically a super-soaker. that's pretty cool."

you scowl, fighting the urge to swivel around and pounce him in retribution, "y-yeah, thanks," but the bite in your words is tempered by the lazy heat that coils in your stomach, "but you're taking too l-long, baby. can't you jus' -"

and you're deciding to take matters into your own hands, as geto seems fascinated by how thin, clear strands create small bridges between his fingers. you reach for the waistband of his high-waisted pants, running your own hand down his absurdly slender waist, right over a godly chiselled torso.

"y'got impatient, didn't you, love?" and now geto's scowling, hauling your wrist back to pin it behind your back like you foretold. but not before planting a soft press of lips to your inner arm, gentle and tender.

but you flex your fingers behind your back, stretching them out, groping at the air. your boyfriend must have noticed, almost immediately because of course he does, and you can hear a soft, knowing coo from behind you.

"ah, 's what you want, right?" he teases, sliding his cool, slender fingers over yours, intertwining them effortlessly, "just wanted me holdin' your hand, how cute."

"maybe i was j-just stretching," you huff, but squeezing his hand tighter.

geto hums, unconvinced, as his thumb brushes lazily over the back of your hand, and you can hear the sound of fabric rustling behind you, "sure. totally not begging me to hold your hand like some lovesick, little dove."

but any retort falls away from your tongue, right when you feel something heavy, and hot smack against your tailbone, leaving a faint, moist kiss that feels cold when it patters off, "now pay attention."

you muffle a small, desparate whine, as geto has one hand tangled with yours and the other being used to hold and smack his thick cock once more over the base of your spine, "hope s-she's ready f' me now."

you feel as though all the air has been utterly pushed out of you, just from geto practically splitting you in two. you don't even have to look at geto to know that he's absolutely wrecked already, just from the throbbing, curved tip of his cock pushing past your tight walls, snagging with only the mildest resistance.

you can almost see it in your mind's eye, picturing it all just from his low curses and gasp.

how his chin must have tucked low enough to kiss his sternum, feathery strands of hair spilling over his forehead. those inky lashes fluttering in disbelief and surrender over hazy mauve eyes.

"s-she's always so eager to take me," geto croons, and his eyes are practically glued to the way your puffy folds bulge and drool over his shaft slowly feeding inches into you, "almost there, love."

"look at, hah, t-that," your boyfriend drawls, but you can hear how entirely undone he is, that tremour cutting off the end of his words in a sharp gasp as you arch yourself into him, letting that stretch take you so deliciously.

"keep your back arched like that, love," geto murmurs, and his hands are guiding you, pulling your hips back in a gentle, rhythmic push-and-pull over his cock. leaving you to feel his girthy shaft rummage and jostle around your insides, leaving a hefty divot at the edge of your cervix in a way that has you suddenly keening out a faint moan, "doing s-so well for me."

and fuck, the sound of his groin smacking wet kisses against your ass has you feeling like your head was going to explode, and your heart was going to give out, pressing right up into your throats. but you can tell geto is pleased, ruined even as he slowly drags his cock out of you at a filthy, slow pace.

if only to make you feel every throbbing vein on him, and how it imprints on your gummy walls.

there's something just so right about him being in you like this, having his pretty love bent over and absolutely stuffed full of his cock, something that just makes sense.

and right now, nothing else in the world matters save for you, and geto can't bring himself to even care about deadlines, or a decent and sensible christmas dinner, or some stupid party. not when he's letting his weighty, drooling tip loll out of your folds.

thick and heavy like a heated rod in the cool air of the evening, as he pushes two long fingers to spread open your syrupy folds, running the angry-red tip over your gloss, before finally pushing himself back inside.

"i w-was gonna say it was this dress, love," geto stammers, swirling his hips around, trying to rustle right into you, "but i think it's just you. ya know w-what you do to me right, hah, don'tcha, pretty?"

oh you are more than aware. and that heightened sense of perception is only exacerbated by how the thick curve of his cock is bruising into you. slamming into you with a heavy smack!

geto's world tilts, leaving him teetering on the edge of an embarrassingly early orgasm. but he feels little shame, not when his head is so heavy and his lips sting, caught under the desparate press of his teeth. every shallow breath he takes feeling like it's just unravelling him further, circling the tips of his fingers over your clit, just so you can whine and arch yourself into him more.

geto decides to play that card more, wrapping a thick arm around you to pull you into the air slightly. that faint increase in angle making you buckle as his weeping tip pulls symphonies of thick, angry squelches from your sensitive cunt. each jostle of his sharp, staccato hips feeling more and more shaky.

"not too much, r-right?" geto's breath hitching in uneven bursts, caught somewhere between delirious laughter and incredulous, overstimulated sobs.

that sweet, and unsteady wheeze results in tears pricking at geto's eyes from the delicious heat of your pussy, falling over the feverish nape of your neck, "know you wanted to go o-out, wanted to wear this pretty dress but i think 'm gonna d-die if i stop now, 's okay with you, yeah?"

"not t-too much, suguru," you hiss, feeling crystalline tears pool in your own lashes, just from pure please, "f-fuck, 'm already so close."

and you truly are, he's drilling himself into you at a beastly place, jostling a large hand over your chest, brushing over the lace lining the corset bodice, as if he's desparate to get his hands into your dress, to brush his thumbs over sensitive nipples.

his cock leaving searing trails of precum against your drooling, fluttering walls, leaving behind a wet trail that almost burned you. the force of his crashing hips leaving stamps in their wake, and geto's gasping and groaning at the faint cling of your dewy pussy, snatching him in quick, forceful bursts.

you shuffle precariously, still jostled against him, as you push down the bodice of your dress. probably damaging the framework a bit, but it's so worth it to hear geto almost sigh in relief, letting his hands run over the fat of your tits. pinching, swirling his fingers over the soft skin.

geto thinks he might just collapse over you in a weak heap when he hears your whine, "wan' more, s-suguru."

yes, more. that's exactly what geto wants to give you. he wants to see you milk him dry from the heavy balls swinging against your skin, wants to see you heave breaths of air as his seed drips out of you. wants to have you pressed against him for hours on end, to flip you over so your ankle lock behind his neck.

his imagination must have been working overtime. for like the peak specimen of male virility that he is, geto suguru just ends up cumming instead.

and with an embarrassing, heady grunt from him, geto's pulling his pulsating cock out of your folds, doing his best to keep himself steady enough to use his other hand well.

to keep running his fingers in tight circles around your clit, while he lets his spurting cock pump load after load of translucent, white fluid paint your spine a pretty pearly sheen. coming right on you.

it's so messy, it's so filthy and geto feels mildly numb as he decides to push his still throbbing cock, one that is still spurting right back into you, as he pushes his weight onto you, taking care not to force you too harshly against the crumpled sheets.

and geto just can't help himself, can't stop himself from leaving sloppy, wet kisses to the back of your neck, to your cheek. can't help himself from tilting your face back so his mouth can meet yours, and he can taste that raspberry syrup from earlier on your tongue, sweet and tangy.

and geto doesn't even care that he sounds ruined, raw and brittle. absolutely tattered as he whines, "we d-don't have to go to that party, right? hnngh, jus' need to hear you say that we don't have to, i think 'm gonna need some more of her. milking me so w-well."

he doesn't hear much apart from your gasps, your short cries like a mantra of "ah, ah! suguru!"

you weren't even sure how much time had passed, an hour even. or more. and you vaguely wondered if your friends were still there. sitting at some christmas party in some luxury condo, whispering over flutes of champagne, wondering about where you were. unaware that your adonis-esque boyfriend had been pounding himself into you, stretching you out over his cock until you were seeing heavenly stars.

until you were feeling thick ropes of white paint your insides once more, and streaks of dark dimmed your vision, and mauve and violet flashed behind your eyes.

you're tugging at the hem of your dress, still laughing fondly as you watch geto. his tousled, choppy hair falling out of its knot, and his eyes half-lidded and blissed out. his crumpled white top clings to his lean frame, and he's propped up lazily against the headboard with his other thick arm slung back behind his head.

"give me another hour, and we can do it again, love," geto huffs, his voice still a little raspy from earlier.

you shake your head in amusement, despite the mildly uncomfortable feeling of slick sticking beneath your thighs, splattered over your beautiful dress, "mhm, what a nice way to spend christmas, huh?"

geto stares at you adoringly, and his eyes are heavy with contentment, like he can't quite believe that you're here, and for a second, you think maybe the world would stop right there, in this perfect moment.

he runs a thumb over your face, pressing down on your lower lip, "i think it's better than some party," and geto's tone is dreamy, lazy, "no offence to your friend."

you snicker, thinking about whether you're going to need some well-thought excuse for your dear friend. or whether you're going to spill the whole truth for her.

but just as you're about to pull geto's plush mouth into another lazy kiss, his brow furrows. a sudden, concerned shift in his expression.

"hey," your boyfriend mutters, reaching to find his phone, "what's the humidity like tonight?"

you blink, caught off guard, "humidity? what's it matter?"

well, your skin feels unusually sticky, like the air itself is clinging to your sweat-dampened skin. despite the cool air of the december night. and there's that sweet, pleasant tiredness settling into your bones.

geto's suddenly sitting up, his eyes wide with realisation, "wait, love. fuck," he's muttering, scrambling up to his feet, "the kitchen!"

before you can process what's happening, he's racing for the door, and you stare at the empty spot on the rumpled sheets where your broad boyfriend was sitting not ten seconds ago.

"what is wrong with that man?" you murmur, but you hear a panicked cry from the kitchen, something about that damned pavlova going limp and soft with the heating on.

you bite back a small comment about something else going limp and soft, deciding to save that one for later when he's back in bed.

[tiamathh]

Your Next Friendship <3

Note: it's been a while, this is a repost but I have the same audience I had like 4 years ago so bear with me, new pac being worked on love you stay hydrated stay healthy muah <33 like and rb if you can!

Do not plagiarise, reword, steal, repost my work!

✧ Masterlist

Pile 1

Oh, this is cute, this will be a very new beginning for both parties!! There will be a lot of innocence here, it's playful and will help heal your inner child. This person may even help you feel freer, you could help them back by making them be more careful and grounded with their decisions. You may be manifesting this friendship!! It will definitely be some sort of wish fulfilment for you. They would be someone who's really accomplished and successful in whatever they do, they could have Aries or Capricorn in their chart as well. They'll teach you how to be more confident and open to accepting love and affection. Your relationship dynamic is very given and take, however you may find yourself too absorbed in this friendship at one point where you could miss out on meeting new people and making more friends, so beware of that.

Ah there's so much cheerful and extroverted energy here! The person coming in is definitely a people person, they may love socialising and something about their laugh will stand out, they could like accessorising as well. They're someone who looks towards the brighter side of life, but they may have problems with facing negative emotions, which could lead to toxic positivity to a certain extent. They may also like spoiling their loved ones with gifts, you may work on a project together as well.

Keywords: close, build, seeking answers, paying attention, curiosity, money, status, complacency, love you as a friend, anger, define, allowed, everything, dreams, smooth, why? Far away

Song: Manta Rays - Chloe Moriondo

Pile 2

Ah, okay so this person is probably someone who is mysterious and can come off as deceptive at times. The kind of person you may think is shady or brooding, someone who could be a little more pessimistic. They could be struggling with their mental health and could get stuck in their own head quite a bit, and may have issues with feelings of inadequacy. This friendship may be more for them and less for you, it's giving karmic relationship where you'll help heal them and they'll teach you important lessons. They could be extremely wise beyond their years, but they could have trouble expressing it in a way that doesn't come off as slightly argumentative.

However, your relationship dynamic would be very sweet and promote a lot of growth for the both of you. They may teach you how to stand up for yourself more and take a more realistic approach, maybe you're someone who is more idealistic, they'll help ground you whereas you can teach them how to take it easy and not be very hard on themselves. This would be a very strong bond, they may be someone who believe actions speak louder than words and their love language could be acts of service and physical touch, they would be the kind to ensure your comfort over anything else and could remember small details about you.

Keywords: angry, forgive, camp, dirty shoes, first choice, night conversations, strangers, doubts, imagine, almonds, loneliest, accept myself, worship, passion, devotion, planning.

Song: Wish on the same sky - Monsta X

Pile 3

Oh, this could be someone who you could meet either while travelling or online. They may be different than you in terms of your ideologies, ethnicity, country, etc. They could also be someone who has different ideologies from you and could teach you how to look at things from different perspectives especially if you're more stubborn and set in your own ways. There could be some argumentative energy here, initially there could be a bit of conflict however the both of you will bring balance into each other's lives. They may teach you how to balance your masculine and feminine energies and make them work together rather than focusing on one at a time.

This could prove to be a perfect partnership, probably a long-term friendship as well, this person will be charming and fearless, they could be someone who thinks about consequences after an action been completed, a bit impulsive but it works for them either way. You could think they're really lucky and generous, something about their hair would stand out as well, they could attract big crowds too. Your dynamic would rely a lot on words and communication, maybe you text more than call but they would be big on words of affirmation, the kind to stop you from continuing negative self-talk (if you do talk negatively about yourself).

Keywords: power, universe at play, timing, patience, repression, hunger, senses, hands, drink, forever, exploring, learning, protection, in love, believe, trying, dream girl, boring clothes.

Song: Suburban Wonderland - BETWEEN FRIENDS

[walkingstackofbooks]

The Garashir wedding: Lower Decks style

Mariner's called into her mom's office. Freeman informs her that something very special but currently classified is going to be happening in the next week, and she knows Mariner is going on leave tomorrow, but she might want to consider postponing it. Mariner declines - "Nah, my thing is more important".

Mariner and Rutherford are left at the space station to go on leave. It transpires that Mariner has been invited to Julian's wedding, and taking Rutherford as her plus one because Julian Bashir is one of his heroes. (augment-cyborg solidarity, anyone?)

Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn are all trying to find out what the mission they're being sent on is. Boimler reports that Shakx seems pretty unhappy. Tendi suggests it's just because T'Ana has apparently discovered a drink she prefers more than Bajoran springwine.

Mariner and Rutherford encounter Hijinks and Troubles as they try to hitchhike their way to the wedding.

Freeman is stressing over what to wear for the occasion and has dragged Ransom in. Dress uniform, obviously, but can she get away with accessorising a little? And if so, how? She doesn't want to be a regular Starfleet officer, she wants to be a cool Starfleet officer. ("I literally cannot help you I don't even know what we're doing because you STILL haven't TOLD me." "It's classified." "You told Shakx!" "Have you tried keeping a secret from Shakx? He's terrifying!" "I can be terrifying!" "Nice try, Jack... Is a scarf too much do you think?")

Mariner and Rutherford have managed to trade his engineering abilities in exchange for passage on a merchant ship. Unfortunately, he is too good, and the ship now want to keep him.

Boimler is on navigation. They're approaching their destination but Freeman still wants the information to be known only to Bridge crew for as long as possible. (Boimler: "But what are we doing on--" Freeman: "Shh. Even the walls have ears, you know.")

The merchant ship have arrived and reluctantly agree to let Mariner and Rutherford go. They change into their fancy wedding stuff ready to be transported down. They are in the middle of a desert. "Screw you!" Mariner shouts uselessly at the sky.

Boimler is in the mess with Tendi and T'Lyn. Boimler is sweating profusely and tapping anxiously on the table. He cannot keep a secret this big. Tendi looks at him curiously. "Why do you keep tapping out "Cardassia" in Morse Code?" she asks, just at the moment when the room has gone silent. All eyes are on Boimler.

Mariner and Rutherford are hot, sweaty, bedraggled and exhausted. The doorkeeper reluctantly lets them in. "It's just started," he says. They sit down quietly in the back. Rutherford think his UT is playing up. "Did they just wish them many happy arguments?" he whispers.

Captain Freeman is nervously playing with her red scarf. "I wouldn't wear that if I were you," Ransom says. "I hear his reputation is quite formidable." Someone gestures that she's up.

We see her begin to walk out, and begin the "Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all shipmasters have had one happy privilege..." speech. The happy couple have their backs to us, and are silhouetted.

The camera zooms further back, and we are now at the back of the building. "Mom?" Mariner whispers to Rutherford.

We finally get to see the couple's faces as the camera pans back to Freeman and looks over her shoulder. Julian and Garak are facing each other. "...Of course, the legal part of this marriage has just been taken care of by the Cardassians -- but it is my privilege to bring this very human tradition to a Cardassian wedding ceremony and tell you that, Julian, you may kiss your husband."

Garak and Julian smile at each other, but the camera cuts away to the crowd. Federation guests are clapping and cheering; the Cardassians tend to be trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else in their vicinity.

We cut to the reception. Mariner's asking Julian "It all seemed so... Federation? Even the Cardassian bit?" Julian shrugs. "When you end up making every compromise in the book in the name of interstellar relations, it turns out all you get is a nondescript, bureaucratic service." He winks. "This is going to be when the fun starts."

Garak is complimenting Freeman on her scarf, and we can see in her face that she is totally lording it over Jack. Garak returns to his husband. "But you hated that scarf?" whispers Julian. "The things I do for diplomacy," replied Garak sorrowfully.

T'Ana is downing Kanar like it's nothing in the background to Shakx's distinct disapproval.

Mariner's managed to sneak Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn into the party. "I can't believe we could have just come on the Cerritos," she moans, "but anyway, go wild."

Of course, her deeply uncool friends go wild by fangirling over their DS9 idols. At the end of that montage, Rutherford finally gets the chance to say "Thankyouforallyou'vedonefortheaugmentcommunityDoctorBashir". It's sweet.

Aaand endings are hard so sorry, I don't have one to neatly wrap this all up 😅 I will leave it to your wonderful imaginations.

[deltaromeo3]

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎..? #2 ⋆ Charles Leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: in which the reader does not recognise the famous Monegasque Formula 1 driver; the very same one that was about to change her perspective on the sport and also her life.

— you can read part 1 & 3 here! : #1 #3

A/N: thank you for all the love on part 1! here’s a part 2!! tbh I got carried away… let me know if i should do a part 3? 🤭

— Warning(s): poorly translated french.

"Will there be a next time?"

You were sitting on the balcony, enjoying the Monaco sun with a book in hand and a cup of ice cold sparkling water on the table.

“Ding!” Your phone rings but you ignored it.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Your phone goes off like crazy.

You huffed and place your book down, wondering who the hell would be spamming you at this time of day. It was literally 9 in the morning.

charles_leclerc started following you.

charles_leclerc liked your story.

charles_leclerc liked your post.

charles_leclerc liked your post.

Your eyes widened. You blinked a few times to make sure this was real. Why.. and how the hell did he find your Instagram account?

“Em!” You called out. No response.

“Emma! EMMA!”

“WHAT!” She finally responds and you see her head peek through her room door.

You walked over to her and said nothing, instead just showing her the notification. Her mouth went agape and you could see her jaw almost physically touch the floor.

“Wh-what are you waiting for? Follow him back!”

“What?! Why? I don’t even like F1!”

“Doesn’t matter! He’s hot. J-just do it!”

“Okay okay!”

You decided to follow him back and quickly exit the app, locking your phone.

Your phone dings once again.

charles_leclerc sent you a message.

Shit shit shit!

You gasped.

“Emma. He. Sent. Me. A. DM!”

Emma gasps in response. She quickly rushes over to your side. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Oh. My. God.”

Silence falls between the two of you as you both stood frozen in the living room trying to process the fact that the Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc just sent you a DM.

“Well reply him then! Good god.”

“Last time I was this nervous was when I kissed Andre.”

Emma whips her head towards you, “Wh- you kissed Andre?! When?! How come I don’t know about that?” She shakes her head, “Eh! That’s not the point. Ch-Charles! Reply him!”

You quickly type out a response.

You bite your fingernails out of nervousness waiting for his reply.

“Ding!” Goes your phone.

He sure is a fast replier.

You continued texting him. Long story short, he’s asking you out for brunch. You told Emma about your plans and she jumps with joy, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Ooh someone’s going on a date with Lord Percevallll,” She teases.

“It’s not a date Emma!”

“Mmhmm. Sure.” She smirks at you as she walks away.

You rolled your eyes in response.

You looked at the time, luckily you still had a few hours to prepare before meeting him. And like you always do, you went to the balcony to continue reading your book.

You tried your best to read, but you just couldn’t. You were nervous to say the least, about meeting a very famous Formula 1 driver. God, everyone here adores him. He is everyone’s favourite. Even the goddamn Prince loves him…

You decided to take and a nap, hoping it would help you to relax and not think about it too much. So, you did just that.

Your sleep got disturbed to the sound of Emma calling and shaking you vigorously.

“Wake up! Y/N! WAKE UP!”

“What!”

“Did you forget about brunch? Hurry up and get your ass ready!” She says as she tosses you your towel. You looked at your phone. 1:10pm.

“Merde! I’m late!” You quickly got off your bed and headed straight for the shower.

You got dressed in a simple tank top with high waisted jeans, sprayed on some perfume and accessorised with a necklace and a few rings. You put on your shoes and quickly left the house.

“Have fun! And don’t forget to use protection!” Emma shouts as she closes the door behind her.

You quietly laughed to yourself. It’s just brunch, nothing else.

As soon as you exit your building, you were greeted by a familiar figure. He was standing next to his car, leaning on it. The both of you exchanged smiles as soon as you made eye contact with one another.

Charles was wearing a black tee with light wash jeans.

“So sorry I’m late! I took a nap and ended up oversleeping I-“

He cuts you off. “Mon amour, it’s okay. You’re here now. More than happy to see you.”

Does he call every girl he meets mon amour?

You blush at the nickname. Why were you blushing? God help me please.

You sighed in relief, “Thank you for waiting.”

He smiles softly, “Brunch?”

“Brunch.” You smiled back at him.

He brought you to L’Intempo, which was situated in a hotel by the sea. Of course, he requested for the outdoor seating.

Whilst waiting for your food to be ready, you chit chatted with him. He told you all about his life, how he got into F1 and his career.

“I’ve talked so much about myself. Now you!”

“I just recently moved to Monaco. It’s always been the country of my dreams so I decided to study here! I’m studying Neurosciences in Paris, so it’s nearby!”

“Neuroscience? Like… you study brains?”

You chuckled, “Kinda.. but not really. Ah well, you get the idea. Brains.”

He laughs, “Brains.” The both of you laugh. “Why didn’t you just stay in Paris? Everyone wants to go to Paris.”

“Monaco is smaller. And everyone here is crazy rich so who knows, I might end up marrying a rich man. Won’t have to work so hard, y’know.” You joked.

He laughs again, “Really? Who told you that? Google?”

You nodded and he laughs again, “Yeah, who knows. You may be right.” He smiles.

Your food finally came. You took a pic before eating.

@yourusername posted on their story.

Charles offered you to taste some of his food and even fed you some, and you did the same.

The air was filled with your chatter and laughter and soon enough everything was just background noise.

It felt like you’ve been friends with Charles for so long; conversations flowed easily and there was no awkwardness between the two of you.

After brunch however, he decided to drive you around Monaco since you’ve never properly seen the city. He even drove on the F1 track; the chicanes and road markings were still fairly visible.

You sat quietly in the car, admiring the views of the city. It was one thing to explore Monaco with Emma, but with Charles? It was different; he grew up here so he knew spots tourists didn’t know.

Last but not least, he brought you to the Prince of Monaco’s automobile collection. You wondered why he was so eager to show you a collection that wasn’t his but as soon as you entered the building you understood why. There were many cars, but one car stood out in particular.

You shot him a look. “Ah so this is why you were so excited to bring me here?”

He smiles, “Yes! Look, it’s my car.” He gleams with excitement. “I had my first victory and pole position with this!” He explains. Although you had zero interest in Formula 1, hearing his excitement when he was explaining to you about his car was heartwarming. And so, you listened despite not knowing anything about F1.

You smiled as he was explaining, it was cute. You’ve never seen someone so proud of their achievements.

“That’s so cool! So you gave it to the Prince?”

He nods. “I know it’s in good hands so I’m okay with that.”

It was around 630ish when the “date” (can you call it that?) was over. He drops you off in front of your apartment building. When you wanted to exit the car, you realised Charles was rushing over to your side to open the door for you.

“When you’re with me you don’t open doors! I’ll do it.”He says and you laugh at his antics.

He even walked you to your door.

“I’m kinda sad this is over.” He says.

“Well… me too. I had fun.” You smiled.

He smiles back, “Moi aussi. me too. He pauses. “Y aura-t-il une prochaine fois? Will there be a next time?” He asks.

“Why? Voulez vous qu’il y ait une prochaine fois? Do you want there to be a next time? ”

“Oui. Yes." He shyly admits.

“D’accord. Okay. I’ll see you next time then, Lord Perceval.” You teased him with the nickname. “Text me when you’re homed?”

He chuckles. “D’accord.” He walks off and you take out your keys to unlock the front door, but suddenly you were stopped halfway.

“Here,” He passes you his phone, it was opened to his number pad. “I almost forgot.”

You laughed and keyed in your number. “Ok, I’ll go now.” He waves goodbye and leaves.

You entered your apartment to be greeted by Emma cooking dinner.

“Wow finally. Thought you’d never come home! So, how’s the date?”

“It’s not a date!” You exclaimed.

Emma laughs at your reaction, “Okay, how’s brunch that went on for 5 hours?” She corrects herself.

“Good, we-“ You were interrupted by your phone ringing. It was an unknown number. You answered it, only to be greeted by a familiar voice.

“Hello, it’s Charles. I’m on my way home.”

You chuckled, “Hello, Charles. Are you driving and calling me at the same time?”

“Ye- No! I’m… not.” He lies. “Okay, I am. I just wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.”

You blushed, “Charles… it’s dangerous! Just call me when you’re home okay?”

You hear him giggle, “Okay mon amour. I’ll call you in 10.”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” The line ends.

“I’ll be waiting for youuu,” Emma mocks you, and you cringed, covering your face, asking her to stop. She just replies with laughter. “Glad you had fun with Mr F1 driver. Your wag era is coming soon I can smell it!” She jokes.

“Oh god,” You laughed, walking away to the bathroom to take a shower.

[babygirlispunk]

Summer Fling - PART ONE

Pedro Pascal X f!Reader

Summary: living in a completely different hemisphere, you didn’t expect to bump into Pedro Pascal at a music festival.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Reader is not physically or ethnically described but is Australian. Honestly inspired by my own summer romance I experienced when I was younger with a guy who happened to be Latino lol. This is just quickly written to get over my jitters and get confidence to post other stuff SO ITS PROBALY A BIT MESSY SORRY.

MASTERLIST - NEXT

The ground is vibrating beneath you feet, your ears are ringing from hours of listening to loud music for days. The temperature has cooled down from the summer sun with the night sky. Bodies glisten with sweat, dancing in the crowded space as you're all harmoniously vibing and singing to RUFUS. Everyone's either drunk or high, sloppily hanging off one another or shouting aloud enthusiastically.

It's New Years Eve, 10 or so minutes from midnight. You can't believe your seeing one of your favourite bands live and an absolute banger of a song is playing right now and you can't help but raise your hands into the air and dance your heart out, shouting the lyrics not caring how scratchy your voice is from singing along with different singers and bands for the past 3 days.

You manage to hear your name being called out next to you. It's your best friend Syria. You two managed to lose the rest of your group when squeezing your way further to the front wanting to get into the heart of the crowd and the vibe.

She leans in closer so you can hear her over the pounding music. "I reckon we should get to the very front before midnight hits."

"Why don't we ask someone if we can sit on their shoulders?" you yell back.

You both look around to find any guy or girl that would be willing to hold you and Syria up but most people are already paired up or in groups leaving the creepy looking ones left that would probably feel you up.

Bodies keep dancing around you as you duck and weave your way through to the front. You quickly make it, motivated by the words 'You were right' booming from the speakers and the singer announcing that New Years is drawing in. As you emerge to your new spot you bump with some guy passing a quick sorry and turning your attention to the stage. Both happy with how close you are, you wrap your arm around Syria's shoulder and she wraps hers around your waist. You scream-sing, jumping up and down together getting hyped, probably sounding like squealing pigs, when you just hear a laugh next to you.

(Highly recommend listening to You Were Right - RUFUS DU SOL for the next part, for the vibe)

You look where it came from and connect with gorgeous chocolate brown eyes accessorised by glasses, paired with a wide cheesy grin framed by a scruffy, patchy beard and unkempt curly hair. He must've been the guy you bumped... Being polite, you smile back and turn back to the stage singing with Syria.

But it hits you like a brick wall and you double take. You look back to see the guy talking to their friend, up close as they talk into each others ears. Colourful lights bounce off him from the stage and you focus on his face, confirming who it is.

"Syria!" You hiss into her ear but she's too entranced by the music to notice so you give her a shake under your arm and gives you a 'what' face.

"You would not believe who is next to me!" She gives you a confused look then peeks in front of you to look at him, returning to face you with eyes as big as an owl.

Without wasting a breath she shoves you into his direction and you trip over yourself and bump into him again, basically landing on him but he ever so gracefully catches you, hooking his hands underneath your armpits.

"Woah there, had a bit too much to drink have we?" he chimes out loud.

You're embarrassed and can only blurt out a no.

"Sorry about that, those guys next to us knocked us over." Syria covers for you.

"Assholes." he looks at you, still held in his strong hands, smiling sweetly.

He brings you back to your feet and you turn around to say your thanks but your close. Really close. Face to face. Your eyes flicker at every point of his face, really soaking in every detail your buzzed out brain can retain till you land on his eyes. They're looking down at you're lips before they flick up and lock with yours. They're so deep and gorgeous, you could just dive and swim in them

"Thanks." you manage to say despite your heart is beating violently inside your ribcage. He winks back with a cheeky grin making you blush as you turn back to face the stage. The song keeps pumping around you and Syria is dancing and singing her little heart out.

He stands right besides you now and you can feel his hand brushing against your arm as you both dance on the spot. You can feel the goosebumps travelling up your arm as he keeps touching and nudging you. You can't help yourself but steal a glance at him only to see him doing the same, biting your lip, saving yourself from giggling like a little girl. That damn smile hasn't left his face.

The massive crowd surrounding you start screaming out the minute countdown and you join in trying to distract yourself from the closing proximity between the two of you. Try as you might, you still keep looking at him in the corner of your eye only to see him doing the same.

30 seconds left.

A hand gently glides around your waist followed by a body pressing against to your side sending a chill through your body and the butterflies are released, fluttering wildly in your stomach.

20 seconds left.

You look up at him, he's looking forward at the stage bobbing his head pretending like he isn't pulling your body towards him right now. He's clearly showing his interest, there's no point chickening out now.

You snake your hand underneath his loose tee and wrap your arm along his back, placing your hand on his hip using your thumb to caress the skin on his back.

He turns his gaze to you with a smirk on his face and squeezes his hand holding your waist making you gulp down.

10 seconds left.

He bends down so that his mouth grazes your ear ever so softly.

"I was wondering if you would be my new years kiss?"

He moves his face in front of yours, just a breath away, waiting for your answer.

5.

"Are you sure?" was all you could manage.

4.

"Why not start the year kissing a gorgeous girl?" he inches closer to you, nose tips brushing.

3.

You're both breathing heavy, both of your eyes fliting between each others eyes and mouth. Breaths brushing each others skin.

2.

You turn your bodies to face one another. Moving your arms around his neck, his hands not losing contact with your waist, squeezing your lower half closer to his, pelvis' coming in contact inciting a flutter down there.

1.

The song drops and lips crash into one another, the impact cushioned by his plush lips, you feel euphoric. This all surreal even with Syria screaming her lungs out behind you along with cheers from the masses.

You feel the heat of fireworks and sparklers set off from the stage as everyone celebrates the new year but it doesn't compare to the fire burning inside you as he pulls you in tighter making your chests rub against each other as you two are hungrily trying to taste one another. He swipes his tongue along your lips as an invitation to deepen the kiss and you let him in immediately. As your tongues dance together, tasting each others choice of alcohol, you feel his nose tickle against your cheek.

Not wanting to pull away, you inhale and exhale through your nose and you are enveloped by his smell, his sweet musky smell. He is like a damn drug and you're already addicted. Wanting more you tangle your fingers through his hair, desperately trying to bring him in closer, deeper than physically possible.

You're becoming overwhelmed by it all that a moan slips out of you, passing though and exchanged to his lips. You try not to over think it but you feel a slight smile form on his lips as he devour you, returning the moan back for you to inhale. His hand drops to your ass, kneading them in his fists and pulling you even closer than you thought possible letting you grind up his hard rump forming underneath his thick jeans and your core slickens fast.

Not wanting let go but starving for oxygen, you eventually pull back, not letting go of your bodies. He is also out of breath, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.

“What’s your name?”

You say your name through shallow breaths and he repeats it after you. You feel excitement hearing him say it out aloud, making your own name sound like liquid gold oozing from his mouth. Still getting your breath back, be gently nudges his nose on yours, pecking you and not wanting to lose the space between you, eyes never leaving yours.

“Would you come back to my tent* with me? Get away from this crowd and prying eyes…” he says almost desperately asking as his lips keep pecking yours, knowing exactly what he’s really asking.

You nod in agreement and he smiles that sickly sweet smile. Moving his hands from your ass, he threads his hands into yours and turns to his small friend group speaking with each other. You then realise they had watched the little show you two had put on. Then you feel like something is missing.

Syria.

You look all around in the surrounding crowd of singing and dancing bodies but you can’t find her. She’s missing. Letting go of his hand, you continue looking around getting on your top toes, jumping to look over peoples heads. You call out her name but she’s no where to be seen. Every worse case scenario runs through your head. Your group made one rule to follow during this festival.

Never ditch your buddy.

A wide hand grips around your wrist, giving you a slight fright till you remember who it was connected to, following his body till your met with his puppy dog eyes.

“My friend is missing, I need to find her, make sure she’s okay.” You say frantically.

“Let me help you.”

“No no it’s okay.” There was no way you were going to drag an A-list celeb around massive festival grounds swarmed with thousands of people that could horde him, away from the safety of his own friends.

“Are you sure?” He brings you in closer wrapping his arms around your waist as if locking you to him and you hold onto his arms, getting a good feel of how toned they are. You look at his lips, swollen from your kiss, hungry for more but you had priorities…

Giving him one last kiss, you keep it sweet and simple, lingering there for a moment fighting the urge the stay. “It was nice meeting you Pedro.”

As you pull away he give you a sad smile to pair with his puppy eyes. Turning away, shattered your moment was cut short, you weave through the crowd looking for Syria.

You circle round the crazy crowd, desperately looking for Syria but to no avail. You whip out your phone fumbling fingers on the screen trying to call her. Reception on its last bar unsurprisingly but by some miracle she answers. You hear your name from the other side but it’s staticky and broken, repeating over and over again as you try to call her name on your end.

Barely making out the words over the static and loud music pounding around you before it eventually hangs up. You look at your screen, call failed.

You growl in frustration, till a hand grabs your shoulder. Twisting around hoping to see his face, you’re sadly met with your friend Joey.

“Hey we’ve been looking for you!” He yells over the music.

“I’ve been looking for Syria!” You yell back.

He rolls his eyes and grabs your hand and leads you.

Once you’ve reach the back of the crowd, the music is less rattling and people are more spread out, laying on the grass, too drunk or too high, you spot of friend group with Syria.

“There you are! I thought you were kidnapped or something.” You give her a big hug, relieved.

“Oh my God no! I spotted some of the group in the crowd and went to get them so they could witness you getting with your celeb crush!”

“I still don’t believe it. Could be a look alike” Huffs Joey.

“Well luckily I took a pic.” Syria proudly unlocks her phone and shows everyone the photo.

It’s blurry and all you can see is your back facing the camera with the top of Pedro’s head next to yours. The butterflies from before flutter again as you see he’s arm wrapped tight around your waist and his hand gripping your ass.

“Can’t see shit Syria.” Someone else says.

“Fuck off.” Syria shoves the person and turns her attention to you. “I’m sorry I ditched you. Didn’t mean to scare you and ruin your moment. Literally the one time it really mattered. Now you probably won't see him again.”

You give her a big hug knowing she didn’t ditch intentionally. “All good. Just glad knowing you're alive and not kidnapped by weirdos.”

“You hot bitch, you hooked up with Pedro fucking Pascal!” She squeals his name and jumping like an energized puppy, overly excited for you.

You laugh out loud, still not quite comprehending it actually happened despite your skin still hot from his touch, the tingle lingering below and your lips swollen from your intense pash. You bite your bottom lip, reminiscing.

“What a way to start the year.”

MASTERLIST - NEXT

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A/N: Multiple day festivals in Australia, typically, people camp at the festival site with tents, camper vans etc. and depending on the festival, they sometimes have the VIP tents with working facilities that cost an extra pretty penny AKA glampin' so he’s chilling in that 👍🏼

[asoulwithadream]

Right!

This may be a Doctor Who spoiler, since it's a theory that could spoil a potential plot point, so read at your own risk. But if you like being delusional, keep reading.

I NEED EVERYONE ON THIS EARTH TO WATCH THIS VIDEO RIGHT NOW. AND FOLLOW @ jeopardyfriendly ON TIKTOK

For those who can't, I'll summarise the points here: Essentially what Hazel (the OP) is theorising is that ROSE TYLER IS COMING BACK.

We've all noticed a lot of RTD references and ideas being reused in the specials and the old series, right? What was the first ever reference in the Star Beast? "ROSE, ROOOOSE"

In the Giggle, the Toymaker used ROSE petals

Allegedly, the store at the beginning of the Christmas episode with that big inflatable snowman is Henrik's. And who worked at Henrik's? ROSE TYLER

Hazel pointed out that Ruby Sunday and Rose Tyler also share a few things in common: - 19 years old - Bleach blonde - Working class - Parent(s) she never knew - Four letter first name beginning with 'R' that means something usually red.

They also make a few other visual points about costumes that are similar and so what, as well as episodes that correlate with similar ideas from his old runs.

But it may just be RTD reusing ideas, right? It could be, or it could just be him making us think that, because why would he reuse the idea for Mickey's band for Ruby, right? No reason, right?

Now, here comes the exciting part. We do not know who Ruby's MOTHER is. We know that there is something special with Ruby, that doesn't make sense. We also have been hinted about the Doctor and Ruby's mother having some form of connection. The changing memory plot and the pointing definitely alludes to the mother being someone we know.

She's important. Now, let me ask you this, repeating what Hazel has so eloquently put:

Who in the Whoniverse had a baby girl. ROSE. FUCKING. TYLER. AND TENTOO.

The underlying theory is that: Rose Tyler is coming back, she's the secret mother of Ruby Sunday, and Ruby is the Doctor's pseudo-daughter.

There is a reason they're connecting so quickly, there's a reason they're so similar, there's a reason that in this Universe they unwillingly sought each other out.

I may be delusional for believing in this, I may just be raising my hopes up for no reason, but IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES.

(And it didn't help that Billie Piper accessorised herself with ROSES for the BAFTAs.)

**OBSERVATIONS BY ME: Parents, I've noticed that's a theme. With the space babies, and Ruby, and in Boom. Parents.... Parentage....

[redwhitebuddie]

eddie is accessorised.

steve loved it, how his piercings glimmered off his body and how it drew attention to just the right places. but if he could have redone their first kiss without them, he would have.

they were in eddie’s room after steve had come over, seemingly with the job to “drop something off for eddie” but seeing as that he didn’t leave anything in steve’s last time he was with him, he feels it’s more an excuse than anything.

but wayne kinda had a soft spot for steve, so he let him in anyway, and they have been in eddie’s room talking since.

well eddie had been talking, steve had been listening.

eddie was in the middle of talking about some heckler at his last show that was a total douche while hanging up side down off of his bed. meaning, that steve’s eyes were directly in line with eddie’s lip piercing; and unfortunately fortunately for him, if looked up even slightly, he could see eddie’s bellyring shining in the dimly lit room where eddie’s shirt had ridden up.

this was not good.

steve broke at around the 25 minute mark. he couldn’t help but be impressed with himself as that was about 24 minutes and 55 seconds more than he anticipated.

steve sat up straight, the movement was noticed as eddie’s eyebrows perked up down? and he hesitantly said, “steve?”

“eddie please stop talking.”

eddie scoffed, “as if a man’s gonna tell me-“

steve kissed him, not soft not hard he just did it. it was if some eddie-obsessed demon possessed him because kissing someone upside down isn’t as glamorous as some might think.

steve, regrettably, pulled away only slightly, lips still touching and whispered, “get down here”

eddie mumbled “maybe a man can tell me what to do” before kissing steve again whilst making his way off the bed. however, eddie is not exactly known to be graceful.

while making his way down, lips locked with steve’s, he fell smack on the floor, with a strange tugging sensation coming from his bottom lip.

there was too much hair in his face to realize that steve’s fucking hair had been caught in eddie’s stupid lip ring.

so yeah, its hot but slightly annoying when have a clingy yet incredibly clumsy boyfriend.

[matthewswifeyx]

Halloween <3

Me and Matt had been so excited to show off our couples costume at our friends Halloween party. I was going as Lorelai Gilmore, and Matt was going as Luke Danes. It has always been one of my favourite couple costumes I had stumbled across on pinterest. Matt didn't mind what we were going as, as long it was a couples costume.

Me and Matt had always watched Gilmore girls on any occasion. It started from me just watching it while sorting out some old photos in albums, then Matt was in the background doing whatever in the kitchen, and it just caught his eye. He sat down next to me on the couch and watched the rest of the episode with me. Cute, right?

I was currently trying to sort my hair out by using a bandanna to accessorise my hair. I thought it would also be a dead giveaway anyway. Matt was sitting on the bed behind me, he didn't have to go out of his way to buy anything special for his costume. Luke Danes was already his kind of vibe. The only thing Matt needed to hold was a glass coffee pot which we borrowed from my mom anyway.

I didn't even realise while I was trying to do my hair, that Matt wasn't doing anything. Other than admiring me.

"Stop Matt!" I giggled.

"I can't, this really is a look for you. And besides, you look so beautiful."

I couldn't help but blush and chuckle nervously.

"Do you need help with that?" Matt said, referring to my bandanna.

I nod quickly and Matt was on his feet walking over to my vanity. I let go of the red material and Matt grabbed hold of it. He was so gentle with me. It's like he was treating me like I was glass, that I could shatter at any moment. I wasn't even focusing on how my hair looked anymore, I was just staring at Matt. He looks so handsome in his costume, he has a yellow cloth over his shoulder to really give off the 'barista' look.

"And all done!" Matt smiled.

"Oh yes! It looks perfect! Thanks Matt."

"No problem my love, anything for you." He flashed another smile at me. "We better get going. The party starts in 30 minutes!"

I can tell Matt is excited to show off the costume. The excitement was practically bouncing off the walls.

I got up from my vanity and took bag from my coffee table. Me and Matt went downstairs to grab our props. I picked up my empty coffee cup and Matt picked up his glass coffee pot.

"I guess I'm going to be stuck with this all night." He groaned.

"I guess. Maybe you could bring it in for the first 15 minutes then I can go put it in the car?" I suggested.

"Alright."

"But before we get going. Do you want to take some instagram photos?"

"How could I ever say no?" Matt grinned and grabbed for his phone.

We took a few photos and Matt put his phone back into his pocket. I'll edit them later.

TIME SKIP

We finally arrived at the party and there were so many people! I didn't realise how late we actually were. Me and Matt went to go find Nick and Chris to see what their costumes were. Nick went as Freddie Kruger and Chris went as Micheal Myers (minus the mask).

"Oh my God! I love your costumes!" Chris said. "What are you?"

"Bitch, they are the couple from Gilmore girls!" Nick butted in. Me and Matt chuckled.

"I guess you aren't a true fan then Christopher."

"Maybe not."

"Where's your mask?"

"Who wants to wear a goofy mask? Anyway I could be a sexy mechanic or maskless Micheal Myers."

"Oh my God, Nick! I actually really love your costume. Did you buy those gloves?"

"Yeah, can't go wrong with spirit halloween!" He laughs.

Time goes on and we see our other friends like Tara, Jake, Johnnie. Tara was a playboy bunny. Iconic. Jake and Johnnie were Spongebob and Patrick. I think you can tell who chose that outfit idea.

"Matt, Y/N! I love your costume! It's so cute! I also think it reflects your personalities." She laughs.

"Love yours too Tara! Icon."

"Did someone say icon?" Jake struts past Tara. Me and Matt can't contain our laughter.

"Nice costume man." Matt chuckles.

"Yours too. Are you like a barista couple or something?"

"Shut up." Tara said. "He knows exactly who you are."

TIME SKIP

After being chatting for a while the dancing actually started. Matt was never much of a dancer, but if I asked he could never say no. The song "No hands" by Waka Flocka Flame. Me and Matt were singing along to the music. Matt's hands were placed in my hips and I was facing him while we nodded to the music slightly. The night had been so much fun.

There was a costume competition that i wasn't aware of happened. The most basic costume went to Jake and Johnnie. He did not seem happy about that. The most wanted costume was given to Carrington who went as a vampire, I mean if you don't think he looks like a vampire your insane. The two way costume went to Chris. And the costume that reflected personality most went to me and Matt.

Matt made the call that it was time to go, as I was feeling tipsy and sleepy. We said our goodbyes and Matt helped me back to the car. The ride home was nice and peaceful, I was dozing most of the journey back.

When me and Matt got home we got undressed and into our pj's, then we fell asleep to Gilmore Girls. A perfect halloween night.

Heyy guys! I hope you really enjoyed this fanfic! If you have any requests of suggestions just leave me a message and I will try get back to you asap! <3

[earthstellar]

TF Rise of the Beasts: A Basic Guide to Writing/Drawing for Fashion in 1994

Someone sent me a message that has now disappeared (!!) which was asking for some tips on what was stylish in 1994, for the purposes of writing a time period accurate ROTB fic.

I'm sorry I don't remember their username otherwise I'd tag them, but I figured I'd provide some notes here just in case anyone else might find it helpful for ROTB fic writing or fanart! :)

1994 Style: The Coolest Magazines

So as far as I remember, there were three big fashion/culture magazines at the time:

Sassy Magazine - This one was aimed mostly at women, but was hugely popular and would be a good place to look for styles for Elena!

i-D Magazine - This is a British publication but had international distribution by the 90s. Most of their early 90s issues featured fashion shoots from both large brands and indie fashion houses, with an emphasis on styling outfits. The articles were pretty good, and covered pop culture, music, and other similar topics. This one includes styles for both men and women, and was one of the only mainstream magazines to include what would now be recognised as queer fashion (they featured Boy George etc. as cover models, too).

The Face - This one is also British but had international distribution, mostly in large cities like LA and New York (which means it's fine to reference for ROTB's setting). Similar to i-D, it featured articles on fashion, music, culture, and highlighted some subculture styles which were harder to find in other more popular magazines like Vogue at the time. This included more "casual" outfits being featured, typically as part of style guides. This one had men and women's fashion, and also featured queer celebrities or genderbending style!

And of course, any magazines from 1994 would be good to look through-- Just keep in mind that magazines like Vogue, Cosmopolitan, etc. were primarily aimed at women only (most of the menswear mags for fashion were still finding their audience at this time), and typically only featured higher end fashion, so not a lot of it was actually reflective of what people were wearing on the street.

Look at Sewing Patterns!

For the best idea of fashion and style in terms of what the average person was wearing in 1994, look up sewing patterns!

Simplicity and McCall's brand sewing patterns provide the best idea of what most people were wearing on a day to day basis.

General Style Notes

Patterned vests were in style for all genders. Typically this was layered over a long sleeved shirt or turtleneck. Some guys would just wear a vest over a tank top or even just by itself, but that was more rare. The backs of the vests were typically left plain, so the pattern was often only on the front of the vest. Some vests were made of velvet, or thickly embroidered fabric.

Denim!!! Oh my god, people loved denim. Denim everything. Double denim (jeans and a jean jacket or a denim shirt) was a popular look, although this started to taper off gradually. Usually this was styled with a patterned vest, scarf, or accessorised with a felt or denim hat.

In terms of fit, everything was slightly long, or slightly baggy. Sometimes both. Coats were baggy in the arm and shoulder, which was a carry over from the 80s trend of shoulder pads. Shoulder pads persisted into 1995-1998, mostly in women's wear, although men's jackets and suits often had high or wide shoulders too.

1994 is where fuzzy fabrics and nylon/synthetic fabrics started getting popular; This is most noticeable in the windbreaker trend, in which a lot of windbreakers were nylon/polyester or made of textured cotton/poly blends.

Quick note on early 90s synthetic fabrics: They hadn't gotten the textures quite right yet, so even though there were some minor improvements on the late 80s synth textiles, most of these fabrics were still terribly scratchy and somewhat uncomfortable to wear, unless you had a long sleeved garment underneath. This is why you might see a lot of people wearing multiple layers of long sleeved shirts or jackets, even though it might seem excessive!

90s synthetic fabrics tended to be scratchy and crinkly, and could actually cause skin irritation in some people if you were sweating a lot--Which is why you mostly see winter clothing made out of this stuff, they were intended to only be worn in layers. Most 90s jackets that used synthetic fabrics were shell jackets, meaning only the outer layer was synthetic and the lining was either polyester or cotton in most cases.

Popular department store brands were Tommy Hilfiger, United Colours of Benetton, Moschino, and Burberry.

Popular department stores were Dillards, Burdines, JC Penny, Macy's, and Bloomingdales.

Popular runways in 1994 were Alexander McQueen and Vivienne Westwood, which were partially influenced by 80s punk and the new Grunge trend.

Bucket hats for adults were starting to become more popular, but they were already popular in children's wear, so Kris could have a bucket hat!

Facial piercings were not common, although they were starting to get a little more popular around this time. Typically this was only a nose piercing-- Anything other than that would get you stared at and judged pretty harshly. Only subcultures like goths or punks had multiple facial piercings, or lip rings/eyebrow piercings, for the most part.

Tattoos were also less common, unless you were in a particular style subculture.

Belts were a very popular accessory, with large belts and belted coats being super popular. Thinner belts were often worn two at a time, or a thin belt with an extra long end left hanging down out of a beltloop. Most jeans were worn belted, with the shirt tucked in.

There was a fine line between fitted and baggy and just looking messy-- This is why belts were so popular, as it helped create more shaping to big coats and shirts. This became less of a thing as the bagginess went out of style, but for a while a lot of people wore belts out of habit, even after clothing trends switched over to being more fitted.

Flannel shirts became huge amongst all genders, and were typically tied at the waist and not buttoned or left fully open. Men would wear flannel shirts tied at the waist, with a solid block colour t-shirt underneath.

Graphic tees existed, but were not actually as popular as they are today; They were considered more of a kid/teenager thing. Band shirts were ever-popular, though! The print technology/quality at the time was a little rough, so expect any graphic tees to deteriorate quickly after a couple washes-- It was normal to see most letters/designs very patchy or flaking apart on graphic tees, which is part of why so few of them survive in vintage stores today unless they were printed in a more high end way.

Patterned fabrics were big as a statement piece, and not just for vests. A patterned shirt or jacket would be paired with block colours, and typically any accessories would be made out of the same patterned fabric so they'd match. For women's wear, headbands and scrunchies would be made to match a shirt or jacket. For men's wear, a belt would sometimes be made out of the same fabric as a patterned shirt.

Converse shoes remained ever-classic, and were one of the most popular sneaker/trainer brands. Nike was also super popular. Kris might have had some light-up Nikes, as they were a top item for kid's clothing. "Street shoes" in general were pretty popular as part of an athletic and every day look. High tops were the most popular, but platform sneakers started to get pretty popular, too.

Short shorts and baggy shorts!!! For all genders! This was the summer look of 1994, tank top and patterned shorts with a long sleeve t-shirt tied at the waist over top. Knee length baggy shorts in patterned fabrics were super popular. Short shorts were typically for the workout/jogging crowd, but were fairly popular outside of that during summers.

Knits were pretty popular, especially with synthetic wool and acrylic textiles becoming more common. Patterned sweaters/jumpers and chunky knits were among the top sellers, but this started to taper off a bit towards the mid-90s as it was a hold over trend from the late 80s. They still remained a commonly worn item, though.

In terms of sunglasses, funky tint lenses were starting to get popular, with blue, yellow, pink, and green tint lenses in bottlecap sunglasses or round lenses being a significant trend for a while. Round lenses for sunglasses were fashionable, but people also wore Ray Ban Aviators as a style classic. Smaller lenses were getting more and more popular in general, leading to oval glasses with wire frames becoming a common glasses frame style for both sunglasses and regular prescription wear. This was in contrast to the 80s, were large plastic chunky frames were popular.

The trend of making everything a little longer and baggier than it needed to be applied to most clothing items, including pants/trousers-- Jeans were often cut a little long, so rolling up the cuffs made a come back for a while, and yes, patterned baggy puffy trousers were popular for a couple seasons (although 1994 would have been near the end of that trend).

In terms of fine textured hair, feathered and fluffy hair was the goal, with volume being the biggest consideration for all genders. For black hair, Bantu knots got pretty popular for a while (you can see this reflected in some film/media well into the late 90s/early 2000s), and natural hairstyles were starting to make a big come back in contrast to the highly permed 80s.

For accessories, headbands, hats, and necklaces/bracelets were the big ones (as belts became less popular over time). Earrings tended to be plain hoops/studs or big chunky statement earrings, with very few options in between. Clip-on earrings were still really popular at this time. Fake small hoop earrings were also worn, instead of getting multiple ear piercings. For men, ties and scarves were the key accessories. Digital watches became popular accessories for all genders, and were part of both casual and professional wear.

Socks! White or black, almost always cotton. Sometimes white with a couple stripes at the top. Leg warmers were more of an 80s thing, although in some areas they were still worn in 1994, typically only as part of gym gear by this time but sometimes outside of that. Knee high socks started getting popular (especially paired with shorts or skirts), and socks in weird colours or patterns also started getting more popular, but they weren't super common and tended to be hard to find or more expensive. White socks with lace tops were popular among little girls and teens, whereas the sporty striped socks were more often found in men's departments.

Leggings as they exist today were not a thing outside of the gym, same with yoga pants-- Instead, it was just tights. Thick, relatively uncomfortable tights. These were usually office wear or for special occasions, or when someone felt like dressing nicely. The skin colour ones mostly went out of fashion for casual wear and were mostly for office attire; Thick black tights that you couldn't see through were the default for most casual outfits around this time. Some people still wore the skin colour ones for casual outfits, but the black ones were seen as more stylish for most of what was in style.

Colour palette: You had three main options -- Denim, Block Brights, and Earth Tones. There were of course other options, but these three are probably the most common. Pastels and block brights were especially popular for kids.

Makeup trended towards natural looks or Earth tones. Burgundy shades were popular lip colours, and browns were popular eyeshadows. If you wanted to look cutting edge, you went for metallic eyeshadows in blues, with a sharp orange-red lip colour-- But this was not an every day look! Blush was used, but sparingly, unless you were going out for an event. Subcultures had their own distinct makeup preferences, which did not generally permeate popular style guides. The modern internet makeup guru culture did not exist, and most people got their makeup advice from magazines, close friends, or TV shows. Avon makeup was popular, as was Clinique. Drug store brands included Eckerds, which was an affordable option if you couldn't go to a department store.

For perfumes, CK One and Tommy were among the most popular. Calvin Klein was a mainstay in perfumes, following the success of their perfume Obsession in 1985, which is a scent that most people will associate with that decade! A lot of people continued to use it well into the 90s.

This is all I can think of at the moment, but I wouldn't mind adding more if this was helpful or interesting for anyone! :)

[beemynumberone]

All The Colours (3/7)

-> In which Idol!Minghao and Actress!OC convey their heartfelt messages through colours.

-> slowwwwburn romance. friends to lovers. no smut.

-> constructive feedback is always appreciated!

All pictures are from Pinterest, I do not own them.

Writer’s note: Hi! I am writing these scenarios to placate my active imagination and hopefully make someone’s day/night. I do not intend to hurt anyone/anything through this fic.

Thank you for picking up my story and happy reading!

Masterlist

*btw, Yile is pronounced as Yi Le (in Chinese pronunciation), it is not supposed to rhyme with Kyle

Part 3: Pink

Yile’s POV:

It was the day of the fashion show and Yile was excited.

There was a skip in her step as she headed to the fitting room, pink dress in tow. Pink. A colour that symbolised happiness and femininity. Even though meeting Minghao would be simply a matter of courtesy as he was the brand ambassador, she was determined to feel pretty while she did. Like Xinhui had advised, she could try her hand at socialising with people outside her workplace. Nothing too serious, it was only a matter of making new acquaintances.

She wanted to be acquaintances with him, that was all she merely wished for.

Yile then headed to the makeup room to complete her look. Since the dress was meant to express gracefulness and beauty, she decided to accessorise the look with pearls, shimmery pink lids and a baby pink pout. Twirling around in the room, she sighed happily. She loved being a girl.

Minghao’s POV:

D-Day had arrived. As brand ambassadors, Jeonghan and him had to arrive earlier in order to get well acquainted with the brand’s fashion designer and CEO, who had specially come down to meet them. Minghao felt honoured.

After getting their photos taken, Minghao and Jeonghan were ushered to the main hall with glasses of champagne and pleasantries. The main hall was a repurposed two storey carpark, ornamented with various standing tables in the first floor, complete with a mobile cocktail bar. Wires hung from the ceiling and their ends twisted intricately to form contemporary chandeliers.

“What’re you looking at?” Jeonghan whispered.

“The design of the hall is�� how do I put it, charming.” Minghao answered.

“Well you might want to look at another charming view. She’s at the door.”

Minghao whipped his head around. One glance and the breath was knocked out of his lungs. Yile looked ethereal. She was dressed in a pink dress that fit her like a glove. It hugged her in all the right places and made her look like a princess. Yile glided up the steps onto the carpeted floor of the carpark, looking like she came straight out of a daydream. Minghao was entranced.

“Earth to Minghao. Let’s go greet her.” Jeonghan took Minghao’s hand as they made a beeline to the entrance.

Yile’s POV:

On the way to the venue, Yile fidgeted with her scarf. It was given to her for modesty if needed. Interrupting her thoughts, her phone pinged. It was her sister, a makeup artist for the runway show. Yile couldn’t be more proud of her.

Little mom: Hey sis, are you reaching soon? I’ve got 20 minutes until I’m up for last touch ups.

Me: Yep, we’re reaching in 5!

Unlike the last event, fashion was her métier. Yile felt more confident in the crowd. Plus, her sister was there for moral support.

The car reached the venue and Yile performed like clockwork. A doorman donned in a crisp black suit helped her out of the car onto the red carpet. Blinding lights flashed from a barrage of cameras and Yile gave a winsome smile, ending off with her signature curtsy.

The doors opened, inviting her in. And as they closed, the noise and lights from outside died down.

Yile closed her eyes and breathed deeply to collect herself. The ambience was peaceful with chatter and there was a faint floral scent in the air.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a duo clad in yellow and navy suits heading towards her. Yile marveled at their chic appearance. Jeonghan was clad in a silky navy suit that exuded elegance. Minghao on the other hand was dressed in the yellow suit. It might have looked obnoxious on another person but Minghao seemed quite at home in the cheery colour. Gold chain epaulettes scalloped around his shoulders. When he turned to pick a champagne flute from the waiter, Yile saw a matching chain criss-crossed on his back, forming a corset to ornament his backless blazer.

Her first instinct: To run

How was she going to handle this foine (insert lip bite) excuse of a man heading straight towards her? Forget finding her sister and mingling around. She was going to book it out of this place ASAP.

Minghao’s POV:

Yile looked warily at him. Minghao wanted to crawl into a hole. But here he was, sight set on Yile with Jeonghan in tow. He couldn’t bring himself to avoid her.

Jeonghan whispered, “Pearls don’t lie on the seashore Minghao. If you want one, you must dive for it.”

As they approached Yile, Minghao could hear his heart drumming in his chest. He grabbed a champagne flute for liquor courage.

“Um hi” Yile breathed. Unable to stand the sight of the two tiptoeing around each other, Jeonghan covertly excused himself with a smile, saying he needed to attend to something.

And just like that, they were alone.

WhatdoIdowhatdoI- Minghao was snapped from his thoughts.

Yile broke the silence. “Hi Minghao, congratulations on being brand ambassador. I love your ‘fit. It’s really eye catching.”

Inwardly, Yile was screaming. ‘Fit?? Why was she trying to sound cool (and failing).

“Oh er thanks.” Minghao scratched his nape, “I thought of doing something similar to what you did the last time we met.”

Yile blushed. The8, the fashionista of SVT and major fashion role model, took inspiration from her?

“Wow I’m honoured. What does your-”

“Uriye bameun sel su eopneun…”

If Yile was pink before, she was positively red now. She forgot to silence her phone!

Fumbling, Yile fished out the offending item. Minghao being the gentleman he was, stepped aside to give her privacy.

Yile ended her conversation on the phone quickly. She apologised, “Minghao, I’m so sorry but my sister is waiting to meet me. She’s here as a makeup artist. So sorry again! Maybe we can continue talking later?”

Minghao didn’t want to let her go but conceded anyway.

Jeonghan appeared beside Minghao. “She has good music taste. Don’t look so sullen, you’ll find plenty more opportunities to meet her!”

Minghao nodded, thinking. If Yile’s sister was here as a makeup artist, what would the chances be that he could contact Yile through the network of makeup artists? Surely in this day and age of people tracking down even criminals through social media, he could too.

But then what would he tell Yile? That he wanted to be friends with her because he admired her spirit? That he liked that they were both on the same wavelength in using colours as self expression? That whenever he caught sight of her, it seemed like she was the only person in the room and there seemed to be an unexplainable attraction between them so he could never pull his eyes away from her?

“Hyung, is there a way for me to reach Yile discreetly?”

Yile’s POV:

The guests were ushered to the second floor of the carpark for the runway show. The theme of the event was ‘Beauty in a Garden’ and the venue did not disappoint.

The elevated catwalk was lined with rose bushes which, according to the event manager, were locally grown for this purpose and were going to be sold to raise funds for a non-profit organisation after the event.

The designs themselves were created with Peruvian insects in mind. And in line with the theme, each guest was handed a flower which species could be found in Peru. Yile found this rather endearing and unique.

She fiddled with the flower in her hand - a pink and yellow Peruvian lily. It was a hassle to hold the stalk while talking, so she decided to pin it onto her dress. That was when she noticed something odd with her flower.

The other guests were holding various colourful flowers - Heliconias, Hibiscuses, Marigolds and more. But all the colourful buds were on stems. Actual stems, in different shades of green. Yile however, did have a flower (it was real she had fondled its velvet surface to check) but its stem was wrapped in green paper.

The fashion show was a success. Yile oohed and aahed as she watched the iridescent outfits pass by. Mesmerised, she forgot about the odd looking flower stalk she held.

A while ago…

Minghao’s POV:

Minghao racked his brain. He had heard of the infamous Inkigayo sandwiches. But was he going to stoop that low for a lady he just met? Yes he was. He was cooked.

Jeonghan offered to talk to the event manager. After some negotiation, he came back with a lily. A pink and yellow one, Minghao noted.

“The last touch ups start in 10 minutes, hurry.” Jeonghan handed the flower to him.

Minghao wrote his message down with the materials given to him by Jeonghan, who miraculously procured green paper and a pen. He wrapped the paper around the stalk of the lily and kissed it for good luck. Then, he sprayed hairspray as an adhesive (desperate times call for desperate measures) and passed it to his makeup artist who was on standby.

His makeup artist raised a questioning brow but didn’t prod further. The fateful lily was then passed backstage to Yile’s sister. Who made a mental note to have a 1 to 1 with the guy and sprayed a little more hairspray for good measure. To firmly secure the paper, she sealed it with gemstone glue.

Yile’s POV:

“Hey little sis, here’s a flower. It’s for you to keep as part of the runway’s theme.”

“But I’ve gotten one already.”

“That one’s… a little shabby. Maybe take this one instead.”

“Huh, but this isn’t that worn out.”

“Just exchange it with me. Please?”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

Back to the present (pun intended :P):

In the car, Yile took the paper off, which had been thoroughly doused with hairspray and was now crackling open.

“Hi, im MH frm 17. Bcm friens? grn=Y, red=X”

[mxeve0]

Spiderman Noir X Fem Reader

Warnings: None :)

The Shadow of a Shadow

Part•2 (Part•1)

"Well..." Your heart was pounding. He was about to tell you that he thought you were weird and creepy and that he wanted nothing to do with you. "I don't mind."

Huh?

"I understand that you need someone to support you, and if that happens to be me then I'm really not bothered. You know I'm here for you." You felt the heat rush to your face and you knew you were turning about 7 shades redder. You nodded, your eyes focusing on your lap to avoid his gaze. "If you feel bored here, then you're always welcome to come back to my place with me. Your eyes widened and you looked back up at him.

He was offering you to stay with him. In his home. You couldn't decline that. Although part of you wanted to decline his offer in an effort to look less desperate, it was just what you had wanted. An excuse to spend even more time with him. And maybe a change of scenery would be good for you.

"You're sure?" You asked, watching him get up from the sofa. He nodded in response as he placed the scrap tech back on the table.

"Truthfully, I quite enjoy your company. So yes, I'm sure." He stepped out of the room. Your mind was blank. You could hear your heartbeat as if it were in your ears. Your mouth was dry. He liked being with you. You couldn't help the huge smile that spread across your face as you followed him out of the room.

He'd already opened a portal back to his universe, and was stood waiting for you. As you caught up to him, he walked through. You reached out and grabbed the back of his coat before following him through.

・‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥・

When you opened your eyes after stepping out of the portal, it took you a second to get used to your new surroundings. After all, Noir's world was purely black and white, like an old TV. And yet, despite being so monochromatic, his world seemed so much more lively. You heard the bustle of people walking down the street echoing down the alleyway that the two of you were in, and the loud hum of engines going past. It wasn't superficial or fictitious like the world the HQ belonged to, and it certainly hadn't fallen to ruins like yours.

It was real.

You let go of his coat, fixing a stray strand of hair that had blown into your mouth. Your eyes widened as you watched Noir take off his mask. That's when you knew you were right earlier.

His eyes were grey in the monochromatic world and hidden behind round glasses, yet they seemed warmer and kinder than others (cough cough Miguel). He had dark hair that looked soft to the touch. The rest of his face was the same as any other Peter. Except his scar. It was long but relatively thin, starting from just under his right jaw and reaching his cheekbone. You knew it probably had a horrible backstory, but it seemed to make him just that tiny bit more attractive.

You noticed his eyebrow raise above the rim of his glasses, and flicked your head away, mortified that he had caught you staring. A smile tugged at his lips as you turned away, your cheeks starting to grow red.

"Come on, my place isn't far from here," he said as he reached the entrance of the alleyway. You did that not-really-a-speedwalk-but-also-not-a-run to catch up with him as he turned the corner.

The engines of old cars rumbled as they drove past, barely visible through the crowd. Considering it was the middle of the Great Depression, the people were still dressed nicely, in simple dresses and suites, accessorised with hats and jewellery. Though, you began to notice that heads were turning as you walked past and that groups of women were whispering and giggling amongst themselves.

"Uh, Peter?" You called, tugging on his sleeve.

"Hmm?" He turned around, looking at you over the top of his glasses.

"They're staring," you whispered, moving closer to him.

"Because you're wearin' an oversized T-shirt and tight shorts. Nobody wears those, especially women," he replied, leaning down to your ear. Your mouth formed a small 'o' of realisation. He smiled as you followed him through the black and white streets of his city.

Peter's house was past all the high rise buildings and apartments. It was a small, one-floored building, with a white picket fence and a few dying bushes in the front.

"Well you've got until....'97 before the flat screen ones come out so, bit of a wait," you said, smiling. He groaned and rested his head back on the sofa. He grabbed the remote with his web from under the TV and began to flick through the channels.

"So..."

・‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥・

The two of you spoke for the rest of the afternoon with the TV on in the background. You got to learn quite a lot about him, such as the fact that he's afraid of horses. He also learned a bit about you as well, like the fact that you're a huge literature nerd and can recite all of Macbeth's soliloquy's from memory.

"Well dogs are cute but I just prefer cats really," you explained. He nodded, even though he'd been disagreeing with you about whether which is better for the past 5 minutes. The silence was quickly broken by a low rumble from your stomach, and that's when you realised that you hadn't eaten anything all day.

"Hungry?" Peter asked, smirking.

"Maybe a little," you smiled, trying to ignore the fact that you felt like you were having heart palpitations just from his smirk. He stood from the couch, grabbing the empty glass of water from your hand before he made he way to the kitchen.

"So, what do you like to eat?" He called from the kitchen as you stood up to go join him.

"Hmm, anything really," you answered, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Anything with pasta is always acceptable though." He pondered for a moment, looking around at his cupboards.

"I think I can do that, sit," he ordered, pointing to a small table at the other side of the kitchen. You did as he said, watching him dance around the kitchen making some sort of pasta dish.

When he had finished, he placed the plate down in front of you. The pasta was piled up, covered in some sort of carbonara sauce with spring onions sprinkled on top for decoration.

"Bon appetite," Peter smiled as he sat down opposite you.

"Do you always make it look so fancy?"

"Never, I mean it's usually just me, but am I not allowed to make it look fancy?", He asked , smirking.

"No you are, but does it taste good," you teased before putting a full fork into your mouth. It was... it was really good actually. Which was a surprise. You thought he had absolutely zero cooking skills. he laughed as he watched your eyes widen, looking down at the plate.

"And you thought it'd be bad, how dare you."

"I, mm, sincerely apologise," you said quickly before eating some more.

Once you had both finished eating, you helped him clean up, drying the dishes and pans as he washed them. Looking out of the small window above the sink, you realised that it was pretty dark outside, and that you should probably think about heading home. Not that you wanted to. You couldn't. Maybe coming here was a bad idea; you'd become even more attached to him.

"You know, you're always welcome to stay longer," Peter said as he put down the dishcloth. He leaned against the counter, his eyes focused on you.

"Is that because you want me to stay?" You teased, deciding to play it coy rather than desperate. Flashing a smile and looking up at him through your lashes, you noticed his cheeks turn a darker shade of grey. He cleared his throat before quickly looking away.

"Well, like I said earlier, I enjoy your company," he replied, pulling at the hem of his turtle-neck. The corners of his lips pulled into a smile as he pushed his glasses further up his nose, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "Because, if you did want to stay the night, you're welcome to have the bed and I'll just sleep on the couch."

"I can't kick you out of your bed that's not fair."

"Technically it wouldn't be kickin' me out if I offered it to you, would it doll?" Your heart skipped a beat as he looked back up at you, smirking because he knew you couldn't say no.

"But-"

"If you want to stay, you're sleepin' in the bed. No arguments," he stated firmly. Trying to fight against him would be futile, not that you wanted to anyway.

"Fine," you huffed as you walked past him, slightly nudging him with your elbow. Peter chuckled as he followed you out of the kitchen. He guided you down the hallway with his hand on your waist to the door at the end.

Inside his bedroom was pretty basic, with a double bed opposite the door, the window on the left wall and a wardrobe and set of draws on the other wall. On either side of the bed were two little tables which both displayed matching lamps and a small succulent on the left one. This universe may be in black and white, but this room could still do with some more decorations. 'I can fix that later,' you thought, sitting down on the end of the bed.

"So uh, if you need anythin' feel free...oh and the bathroom is on the right," Peter said, leaning against the doorframe. Now that he'd taken his coat off and was illuminated from the hallway light behind him, you realised how skinny he actually was.

"Thank you, really," you said, shuffling backwards to the top of the bed.

"Well, if that's everything, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight."

"Night Peter," you replied, watching as he turned and shut the door behind him. The clothes you were in now were already pretty comfortable, and the room was just the right temperature. You wormed under the duvet - which was unnecessarily heavy - and stared up at the ceiling. Everything was going exactly how you wanted it; you were here, in Peter's bed (albeit without him) and he understood that you needed him.

It was perfect.

[msgexymunson]

Just watched "Howl's Moving Castle" and I can't help but draw up comparisons between Howl and Eddie.

• P R E T T Y   B O Y  tm

• Bad reputation but underneath theres a heart of gold

• Will absolutely throw a tantrum no shame

• Both lonely, no parents. Theres actually mention of Howl being gifted a place to study by his uncle, Eddie obviously living with his uncle

• They clearly need someone to look after them, judging by the mess in their rooms/castle/trailer

• Both use the word "sweetheart" canon, obv what they would call their lover

• Adopt little lost sheep and bring them into a weird little family

• Not afraid to accessorise, both of them wear a lot of jewelry

• Have their own unique fashion sense

• Both have the heart of a child, you can't tell me there's anything grown up about either of them

• TBH I just want both of them to say 'that's my girl' to me and I'll die a happy woman

[delilahsbabyaccount]

Hey girll

My request, as discussed with you, is for you to write a ‘fanfic’ of me and my soulmate that you told me about in the reading you gave me.

You can write whatever you want with the knowledge of the reading, but I want him to be french lol.

Thanks alot! Love ya!

~Le Connard Français~

☆ pairing: requestee x soulmate

★ summary: two individuals unknowingly step into Fate's favourite dance

☆ warnings: inappropriate language, arguing, mentions of death, racial stereotypes, entitlement

★ word count: 871

☆ inspired song/s: La Seine (Extrait de la bande originale un monstre a Paris) - Vanessa Paradis, -M- ; Love, Maybe - MeloMance ; Ice Cream - BLACKPINK ft. Selena Gomez ; July - Sir Chloe ; Lights Up - Harry Styles ; Not Like The Movies - Katy Perry

a/n: this is written for a close friend of mine, I hope she enjoys it and if someone else finds it interesting - I hope they enjoy it as well! This is intended for both light and dark mode. This is a spiritual piece of writing - neither fiction nor fact.

"Which flavour would you like, ma'am?" The lady in her 'Ice & Spice' uniform stared at Reese expectantly as Ava peered over the varied choices presented to her.

"Uh, yoghurt sounds good, thank you." Reese responded as the employee nodded her head and reached for the sugar cone behind her.

The quaint little ice cream shop was bustling with an abnormal amount of customers for mid July as their holiday season was only in December.

Reese's head slowly turned to her sister, Ava, who was supposed to be picking an ice-cream flavour but had ended up speaking to her boyfriend instead.

He had come to visit her and she found it most appropriate to put all of her attention onto him, which - of course - Reese wouldn't have minded if she wasn't left with over half of their shared responsibilities because of it.

Despite time having past quite quickly and it had been a proper while, everyone's roots were still quite all over the place and things were still not at stable as would have been preferable.

Reese's thoughts circled into rushed trains, filled with worries over gruntled finances and the future of her siblings. Things are still tough and she couldn't help but feel like she was the only one trying to do the necessary work. Her hand grips the sugar cone tightly as her body ages through the trains of thought trailing around.

In that time, Ava and her partner had already made their way to the side-bar-esque seats at the back of the tiny shop.

"Yeah, so I invited for him to join us since he hasn't really seen the town yet-," Ava's boyfriend mentioned in between the feasting on his flavoured ice,"-oh! There he is now!"

< Her POV >

I had barely even tasted my treat before it had made harsh contact with my shirt.

Yoghurt ice cream crawled and spread itself all over my favourite black top, soaking itself down my waist and my jeans, the cold sent shivers down my spine as my eyes shot up.

The culprit's amused face registered quicker than the anger radiating from my shock. My face had contorted into a state of disgust as he started to laugh like it was just the funniest thing in the world.

'Laugh.'

'How could he laugh right now?! I just bought this fucking ice cream!'

My eyes shot daggers, yet he seemed to simply turn them into pieces of confetti - very poorly trying to hide his obscene sniggering behind his accessorised hand.

Although easily the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, I had no where enough time to appreciate it as he stepped closer to me, bringing the highest level of pretentiousness along with him.

"Ah, désolé mon cher, don't look so serious, no?" His accent was vibrant and radiated through my space - it was gorgeous - at least until he shrugged with nonchalance and turned to face my sister's boyfriend as if nothing had even happened.

Soon enough, my skin reminded my mind of the cold dripping onto my shoes but my frown had already followed his turning figure in determination. I was absolutely knocked speechless and in the most aggravated way.

Ava had attempted to attend to my issue, but I was too preoccupied with what I had deemed the true issue.

I reached out and exasperatedly pushed him to face me. "Excuse me? You're just going to ignore what just happened?"

My frown deepened, pressing hard into my face as he looked me up and down - completely uninterested like I had asked him about a fly on the wall.

"I see not what you are talking about. It was accident." He scoffed, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dark blue baggy jeans, blinking in slow - practically bored - beats.

"How was it an accident?! You walked straight into me!" My arms seemingly rose to my defense as I addressed him.

His black eyes gracelessly rolled around in their sockets and I had just about had enough of this insanely arrogant attitude when we had finally made proper eye contact.

Everything inside of me was immediately just...angry. Or rather, angrier. You could just tell from the way he carried himself and how he would address others in behaviour and attitude that this guy had never faced any true hardship. The childish, immature and entitled look in his petty eyes told me everything I needed to know about this french fuckboy.

"This fille can take no joke, hm?" He tilted his stupid head to the side, pointing his long finger with the ridiculously large ring into my face. "I buy you new one and you stop being such a idiote?"

I nearly hit him right then and there as he bent down to my height, bearing the most assholerary smile I had ever seen.

He was crazy lucky that I could no longer ignore the cold from the ocean breeze blowing on the sticky ice-cream. He was insanely lucky that my sister had thought of phoning my father to pick me up. He was brilliantly lucky that my father had arrived at that moment.

I was terribly, horrifically unlucky to find out an hour later that he would be around for a painfully long time.

*Credit to the owners of the pictures used <3

Do Not repost, steal or copy.

[madison-reviews]

Barbie Movie Review:

I thought I would make this my first post mainly because it was the most recent movie I watched. I loved this movie so so much, not only did it have A powerful message, it had MULTIPLE powerful messages which always makes a good movie, of course.

So the movie follows "Stereotypical Barbie" who has the perfect life. She wakes up with perfect hair, teeth, clothes - everything. But one day, she wakes up with bed hair, morning breath and wort of all - flat feet! (Before I go further with my opinion, this movie made me laugh so much as well as tear up - also there will be spoilers!)

Stereotypical Barbie eventually figures out there is a malfunction with her so she asks Weird Barbie for help to which Weird Barbie tells her that she needs to go to the real world because the girl who used to play with her is depressed.

So, before our Barbie malfunctions, there's Ken, and he loves Barbie because that's all Ken was made for - to love Barbie. Know, I want to elaborate on this thought further down the line but I loved that in Barbie land, it was women who ruled it and men were essentially objectified yet in the real world it was the opposite. Quick examples include: Ken only being happy when Barbie is in sight, Ken fighting with the other Kens because of inferiority complex, Ken being excluded from Barbies life because of things like "every night is girls night" and more. Do these sound familiar? Well if you're a woman in the real world, that's probably why. Women hating other women purely because of fear of being replaced by your partner and feeling inferior around someone we deem "perfect" is a common thing women of the real world experience and I love that it was flipped in Barbie Land and that when our Barbie got the shock she got in the real world and the reality check she got near the end of the movie realising how poorly she was treating Ken made me super happy. I loved that there was never really a double standard.

I loved that in the movie, we felt as though we were Barbie herself, experiencing the world for the first time, seeing the emotions. The pain, the happiness, the worry. All things we experience on a daily basis as humans but when we see them al together, we feel how Barbie did. Sad, happy, scared all at once. It made me feel like I was a human travelling earth for the first time haha.

There was also a scene where Barbie went to Mattel HQ and in an attempt to send her back, they put her in a plastic box - you know, the plastic box your Barbie comes in - and when she went in it, just before they tied her wrists to the back of the box, she experienced panic and so did I really and I'm not a doll nor have I ever been subjected to being put in a box but I still felt scared. I also felt really bad for all the Barbies in the shops after I saw the movie, haha. Weird thing was though, I didn't feel silly or stupid for feeling that way. I wonder why that was.

So Barbie and Ken go to the real world and while Barbie tries to figure out who the girl she is looking for is, Ken goes on a little adventure around town, and it's hilarious. I loved the patriarchy jokes and the way he thought it was only about horses and even by the end of the movie he still didn't really understand it. It was very funny, I love Ryan Gosling. Basically, Ken figures out that men run the real world and this is a shock to him because he's used to being the one not in control as he lives in Barbie Land - where women control that world. It was weird because see to be honest, I felt like Ken was the woman sometimes... Does that make sense? He was so accessorised and so meek and only lived for Barbie that he reminded me of a woman in the real world and it really opened my eyes into realising that men can feel that way too. At the end of the day, we're all human and controlling behaviour does not own a gender. Women can be as controlling as men and vice versa. Although Kens scenes made me laugh a lot, they also made me stop and think a lot.

After Barbie runs away from Mattel, (funny) she jumps into the car of the mother of the little girl who she thought was the girl who was depressed. Turns out, this little girl is actually very popular and a little rude at times and far from depressed... Her mother however, is very sweet, depressed, going through motherhood of a teenager and also a little bit childish who, funny enough, still owns a Barbie. Stereotypical Barbie, that is. There - in the car - after realising this is who she needs to "save" Barbie takes her and her daughter back to Barbie Land as a way to show them both that women aren't doomed essentially.

Little does Barbie know though, that Ken had already returned to Barbie Land and taken it over. He's made all the Barbies wear made outfits, deliver beers and become what the Kens used to be - servants, living solely for Ken and Ken alone. They literally only think of the Kens! But doesn't that sound awfully familiar? Well, you would be right. This is how Ken felt and was treated in the beginning of the movie and when he sees Barbie, he seems sad but his sadness turns into anger and pettiness it would seem. I mean, who wouldn't feel that way after being rejected but not rejected at the same time?

I loved when all the Kens started getting all petty and jealous because it was sort of funny but also subtly serious in a way. We also got the most amazing song in the whole soundtrack "I'm just Ken" sung by Ryan Gosling himself. Absolute masterpiece really.

There's a part when Barbie starts telling Ken it's the BARBIE Dreamhouse and that he shouldn't be there and Ken gets upset obviously and he tells her that "Every night is boys night" paralleling to what Barbie had told him in the beginning of the movie when Ken asked to stay over and Barbie said "Every night is girls night" leaving Ken to go home alone - if he even has a home that is.

Coming to the end of the movie, we get a really hard hitting speech from Barbies human (I forgot her name but it was America Ferrera's character) that was great really. I love it when movies don't pretend that all women love and respect each other. One quote I remember was when she said "Men hate women and women hate women. It's the one thing we can all agree on." and it just really hit home you know? Probably because it's true and although I can't remember the whole speech, I remember being truly moved by it, which is very rare for me personally!

After the Barbies hit the Kens where it hurts most (their egos) they regain power in the Kendom and rename it back to Barbie Land but when Ken figures it out he runs away crying and Barbie feels bad so they have a heart to heart and it was actually very sweet. It didn't feel like they were babying Ken but they weren't being rude with him either, I actually really liked the scene. It touched on the fact that Ken felt worthless without Barbie and how he felt like he could never just be "Ken" because it was always Barbie AND Ken, never just Ken but after a talk with Barbie and her officially rejecting him saying she's always just wanted to be his friend, he realises that he felt the same way this whole time, he just never felt like he COULD feel that way.

About 20 minutes before the movie ends, we officially meet the creator of the first ever Barbie Ruth Handler. (We do meet her earlier on when Barbie is on the run from Mattel but it's only for about 2 minutes) And it was the sweetest scene ever, seriously I was on the verge of tears when that Billie Eilish song came on and I'm not even a fan of her music. The clips and photos of mothers with their daughters was just so heart-warming and with the words "What was I made for?" in the background, it was just a sweet scene. Definitely a great mother-daughter movie. One quote that made me tear up was (don't quote me on it, I could be wrong) "Mothers stand still so they can look at how far their daughters have come" just a really good quote and when Barbie started crying and basically asked "Can I really be human?" and when Ruth replied "Oh honey, you never need to ask permission to be human" it felt very validating? I don't know.

Anyway that's about it, all in all personally, I thought the main message was that not only one gender can rule the world because of the fact that when men ruled the real world it was horrible for women and Barbie, but when Barbie Land was ruled by purely women, it was horrible for the Kens. I don't know if that was intentional or not but I hope it was, it was a very validating movie but in my opinion it wasn't very "in your face" because it wasn't ONLY about men being cruel, evil beings that shouldn't even exist.

To rate the movie out of 10, I would give it a 9/10. Only reason it isn't a 10/10 is probably because there was about 30 seconds when this tween age girl was trying to talk politics and it just felt really forced but it was literally 30 seconds or more so I don't really care. I loved the movie and I had a lot of laughs, tears and fun! I would for sure recommended it to anyone procrastinating on seeing it.

[fluorescentvermin]

Chapter 7

The Heartbreak Bar - Charlie

I was a bit burnt out after my attempt at figuring out how to look after myself down here. I couldn’t find any other place that could have a bathroom, even though I don’t like urinating in public, I had no other option. I kept thinking about that man that woke me. Maybe I was too jumpy and rash. It was hard to figure out why he wanted to help me. It was hard to ignore the voice inside me head telling me that I should have gone with him. I felt torn. On one hand, it would genuinely be a bad idea to follow a stranger to an unknown place. On the other hand, what if he’s a kind guy with no ulterior motives who truly just wants to help me out? I had to assume the latter. I was running out of options. I had no idea what else to do. I can't go home, I can't go to a hotel, especially now that all of my belongings were stolen. Even if the hotel didn't care about credit score. I was lucky that he gave me a second chance. Before we made our separate ways, he said if I changed my mind, I should meet him at the Heartbreak Bar tonight.

I got lost a couple of times, but I was able to find someone to ask for directions. As I turned the corner, I finally saw the fluorescent neon red sign with the name of the bar. I felt anxious, downtown is such an odd place. I can’t wrap my head around the stark contrasts between here and what I call home. I walked towards the bar slowly, trying to regain my determination. The bouncer out the front of the bar looked as though he could fold me into an origami swan without even breaking a sweat. There were a couple of punks outside vaping, decorated with pins, patches, leather and sporting colourful hair, cut haphazardly. I looked down at my outfit. Even though my clothes are a bit torn and dirty, I'm still going to stick out like a sore thumb. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore my heart racing. I can do this; I know I can. I get to the entrance, and the bouncer looks me up and down as I enter, but stops me before I head in.

"Watch yourself in there. If anyone gives you trouble just give me a shout" the bouncer warned, peering over their sunglasses.

"Of course. Thank you" I let out meekly.

"No problem. Have a good night" the bouncer gives me a small nod before moving their hand away.

"Thank you, you too" I smile politely. I head in, taking in my surroundings. The bar was dark and dingy, with multiple neon lights dimly lighting the space. The bar was manned by an android that was zipping around efficiently, serving drinks to guests almost as soon as they had ordered. There was only one person sitting at the circular bar, the rest of the patrons were on the dance floor or sitting on the multiple couches and chairs set around the space. It wasn't too busy, it would definitely be a slow night. I slink over to the bar, the person there might be the guy from before. He has the same blonde hair, but his clothes are very different. Not wanting to call out to him, in case it was someone different, I take a seat at the bar that’s away from them. There was so much to take in, all the people there looked nothing like the people I'm used to. Everyone is covered in tattoos, layered clothes and sporting interesting hairstyles. I felt awkward, the other guy was in my peripheral vision but I was afraid to look at him directly.

"Hey! You made it!" The man with the messy blonde hair greeted, closing the gap between us and taking the seat next to mine. He looked less scary this time, he must have gone home and changed. He was still wearing all black, but it didn't look like garbage.

"Yeah, I changed my mind" I shrugged.

"My name's Gage by the way" he extended his hand.

"I'm Charlie" I smile, shaking his hand. He was really accessorised. He had rings on all his fingers and two layered necklaces. Was he wearing eyeliner?

"So, if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up on the bad side of town?" Gage asked, leaning on the bar.

"I didn't realize I was until it was too late, I guess. I couldn't get into my apartment, so I was looking for a cheap hotel"

"How come you couldn't get into your apartment? Leave your keys at home?"

"Something like that"

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me the whole reason"

"Thank you"

"Do you have any family or friends you can stay at while you get a new phone and new keys?"

"I have a sister, but I haven't seen her since she moved so I don't know her address"

"No friends?"

"Not really"

"Damn. I've been there. It's tough, but it will get better, don't worry!"

"I hope so"

"Do you want a drink?"

"I don't have my wallet"

"It's fine! I'm offering. I figured you could use one after the day you've been having"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine! I don't mind"

"Positive?"

"Yes! What are you having?"

"I'll just have a gin and tonic I suppose" I mumble.

"Fancy boy! Hey bar-bot" Gage shouted. The android bartender zipped over.

"Hello patron. What can I get started for you?" The android spoke with their electronic voice.

"A house whiskey, neat and a gin and tonic please" Gage ordered with a smile.

"Not a problem, sir. Are you paying with cash or card?" The android answered.

"Cash, thanks"

"Your total is 45 dollars and 70 cents"

"Wow, 45 dollars?" I gasp.

"I know, right? A bit pricey" Gage huffs, handing the android a 50 dollar note. When I get another debit card, I can pay him back easily.

"Here is your change. Your drinks will be ready in one minute and 20 seconds" the android placed Gage's change on the counter before swiftly grabbing glasses and bottles of liquor. The android filled the glasses precisely and neatly with the alcohol and ice they grabbed from the bar.

"One minute? Must be an outdated model" I mention offhandedly.

"I can only imagine how much better the technology is up there" Gage mused.

"My sister is a robotic engineer. Her androids are amazing"

"How quick can they make a drink?"

"Normally between fifteen and thirty seconds"

"That is ridiculously efficient" Gage nodded.

"Here are your drinks. Enjoy responsibly" the android announced, gently pushing the glasses towards us.

“Do you live by yourself, Charlie?” Gage asked, taking his drink.

“No, I live with my wife” I mention.

“Well, that’s fantastic! I can walk you home if you’d like”

“That might be a waste of time”

“What? No, I don’t mind!”

“I don’t mean it like that. The real reason I couldn’t get into my apartment is because my wife kicked me out”

“Oh my god, that’s terrible”

“No, it’s fine. She just wanted to push me to get back on my feet. She probably just needs some time to calm down”

“Do you know anyone’s numbers?”

“Not off by heart. I have them all in my phone contacts”

“So, without your phone, you’re stuck down here, huh? You could stay with me for a week, and then you could go see how your wife is feeling”

“I don’t know about that”

“The staying with me part or the wife part?”

“Bit of both, I guess. I’m kind of freaking out about this whole thing”

“I totally understand. You’re in a crazy position right now. How about we try to find your phone so that you can call your sister?”

“That could work”

“Do you remember anything about the people that attacked you?”

“Yeah. There was a bald girl, I think, who had tattoos all over her face, another girl with red hair, and a guy with lime green hair. It was all kind of a blur. I know they were all wearing black with lots of spikes and patches”

“Lime green hair? Hold on, I think I know him” Gage pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it. Why would Gage know this guy?

“Found him! Is this the guy you’re talking about?” Gage asked, showing me his phone. Lime green hair, dark circles around his eyes with glowing green irises and enough piercings to make him aggravate a metal detector. I didn’t remember the piercings, but that definitely looks like the guy who attacked me.

“How do you know this guy?” I ask. I really hope they’re not friends.

“I met him on a dating app, and as soon as we started talking, I hated him. He’s an asshole who only cares about himself” Gage rolls his eyes.

“So, he’s just an asshole? I could have told you that” I scoff.

“He’s, uh…. A special kind of asshole. He’s a vulture”

“Figuratively, right?”

“It’s the name of their gang. The vultures are… pests. They don’t make a lot of money, so they resort to petty shit like beating up and robbing innocent people”

“A gang?”

“They probably just sold your phone to the pawn shop when they couldn’t unlock your phone”

“How many pawn shops are there?”

“Only one. It’s definitely closed right now, but we can check it out in the morning”

“About the ‘staying with you’ part, how would that happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is there a bed? Running water?”

“Yeah. Where do you think I live?”

“There are a lot of abandoned buildings around here, aren’t you all… squatters?”

“Technically. But we have furniture. That includes beds and running water”

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry if I offended you”

“You’re fine. You’ve been sheltered from the outside world so I can expect some ignorance. I live in a place with lots of other people. We have a dorm like situation”

“How much room is there?”

“How about you come have a look and see for yourself? You can stay for one night, and if you hate it, no pressure”

“Deal” I smiled. Gage and I finished our drinks before leaving the bar. I hope I don’t die tonight.

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