#this is going to be the only thing Indonesia is known for

[1lovehanni]

Vacation in Vietnam (Hanni of Newjeans)

Hanni x Male Reader Word count: 4440 words Summary: You intended to travel to well-known locations and enjoy delicious cuisine while on a relaxing and enjoyable vacation in Vietnam. However, something better than what you had anticipated occurred.

After a year of a successful debut and comeback, Newjeans finally got their deserved break. Each member planned their Vacation. Minji, Haerin, and Hyein with their family in South Korea, Danielle going back to Australia, and Hanni visiting her birth place in Vietnam. 

"Can't wait to explore and meet tokkis in Vietnam" Hanni talking to herself while waiting in line.

You always want to visit Southeast Asia, some of your friends recommend going to the Philippines or Indonesia, but while researching for countries with great places, food, and people. You've decided to go to Vietnam. At first, you're worried since you will go alone and don't know anybody in Vietnam, but in the end you thought, there will be people to help you in Vietnam. 

Arriving in Hanoi, Vietnam. It's really different from your home country. While waiting for a cab, a woman bumped you accidentally. 

"Oh! Sorry" Hanni apologies 

"No worries, look above when your walking" you said to her

"Thanks haha, I was waiting for my uber, but it seems he won't be able to pick me up" Hanni explained

"Oh, are you from here?, It looks like your Vietnamese" 

"Ah yes, I was born here, hmm are you a traveller?"

"Yeah, this is actually my first time travelling alone"

"Hmm, that's good to hear. Enjoy travelling to Vietnam!"

"Thanks, you too"

A cab pulled, you asked the cab driver for the Haiti hotel. You then sit inside the car. The driver then asked if anyone in the line of waiting passengers if someone would be dropping near the Haiti hotel, one passenger answered. The driver then let the passenger come in.

"Is this a thing here in Vietnam, Sir?"

"Oh, sorry. There's a shortage of Cab at the moment"

"Oh"

"Thanks, for letting me, I am dropping in Haiti hotel too" Hanni exclaimed

You look at her, hearing the same voices that you just talked to in the line just a few moments ago.

"Oh, your Hotel is in Haiti too" 

"Ahhh, you. Yes yes, haha"

"I am Y/N btw, sorry for not mentioning"

"I am Hanni" Hanni said while winking, thinking you would know her.

"Nice name, by chance do you know any tour guide person that knows Vietnam well?"

Hanni's facial expression from wanting to meet a tokki changed when you didn't recognize her.

"Oh, um, You know what, I can be your Your guide, I also wanna your my birthplace again"

"Really?, Don't you have any plan"

"Not really, lol too busy to plan before going here, so I was gonna wing it, but a companion would be great"

"Oh, thank you so much, don't worry I'll pay you too"

"No, no, I'll do it for free, haha"

"No, I insist, I'll pay you"

"Fine, fine"

The cab stopped, arriving at the Haiti hotel, both of you walked to the counter. 

"So, how can I contact you Hanni, do you want to start tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah, tomorrow sounds great. Umm, this is my IG"

"See you tomorrow" you said to her while waving

In your mind, you've not only hired a touring guide, but maybe a friend too. It's really going great, plus you thought she's cute and really friendly towards you.

"Yah, yah see you too!" Hanni waving 

No tokkis but a friend, great start for my Vacation, Hanni thought.

Waking up the next morning was a struggle, it's more hot and humid in Vietnam than your country, but you're excited to tour Vietnam and meet Hanni again.

You walked to the breakfast area of the hotel, wanting to relieve your aching stomach from hunger of yesterday's flight. Getting all kinds of food, half asleep you bumped into a person.

"Ouch" 

Hearing the voice, a sudden adrenaline rush to your body, it was Hanni

"Hanni?"

"Oh Y/N, waking early too for free breakfast huh? haha"

"Oh, yeah"

"You got some good selection of food"

"Well I wanna taste every food from Vietnam"

"Ah, later I'll bring you to my favourite restaurant with great foods"

"Oh really, I can't wait" Smiling and looking in her eyes

Hanni too is smiling while looking in your eyes

This looking in each other eyes turned from seconds to minutes, break by the waiter from the restaurant 

"Greeting in Vietnamese" "You two are a lovely couple, we would like you two to come in our free couple massage later this evening"

"Oh, no no. break by the finger of Hanni, shushing you

"Yeah, we are a couple. We would like that, thanks" said by Hanni

"Alright, here's the coupon. See you two later, Ma'am and Sir. Have a great day."

"Thank you too" - Hanni

"Wait, wait. Huh" looking confused to Hanni

"It's free, you should always take what the hotel offers you for free" 

"Oh, but we are not a couple though"

"Yes, we're not, but it's just a massage"

"Fine, that's what you said so"

"Let's wrap up and explore Vietnam" excitedly said by Hanni

"Yes, let's do it" 

You both go to your rooms, which aren't far from each other, just 3 doors apart. Your heart is beeping, your face smiling, and a tingling in your body as you change your clothes from pyjamas to a casual outfit.

"No way, this girl is making me feel this way. She's so cute, friendly, and ughhh I don't know. I just wanted to explore Vietnam but now, Ugh I don't know" you said to yourself while looking in the mirror

"He's cute" Hanni said in the mirror looking at herself

"He doesn't know me, which is fine but should I tell him?"

"No, no, maybe not yet. Ugh, this Vacation is going really really well"

You exit your door same as Hanni, she waves her hand to alert you that she's good to go.

"Nice outfit, you look cute" she said

"Thank you, you too. I like the bow" 

"Really?"

"Yes"

She holds onto your arms in the elevator, as if you two are a couple. But you didn't even mind that. You're blinded by her cuteness and aroma. You felt like you found the one, even though no label is labelled. You barely know her, yet you want to spend your whole life with her.

"Um Hanni, do"

"We should get a tuk tuk, it's more fun to ride" she said

"Really, yeah its looks fun" 

"What, wait what did you said"

"Nothing, haha"

"Hmm, you're asking if I have a boyfriend right?"

"No, no, no, no. I was asking if you have a family here?"

"My grandparents from my mother is here, and I don't have a boyfriend so your good"

"Oh, okay"

As the day goes by, you forget everything you planned in Vietnam. You only focus on how happy Hanni is, how much fun this cute Vietnamese girl you just met yesterday.

"Yo, that's the restaurant I said earlier"

"Oh, let's go eat"

"Me?" jokingly said by Hanni

Your confused face made her laugh.

"Haha, just joking. Let's go"

"Ah, whatever you said. Haha"

You paid the bill and told her that both of you can now go to your respective rooms, but she reminded you.

"Nah ugh, we got a couple massage later"

"Oh, I forgot, sorry"

"No worries, let's go now. It said until 9 pm"

"Okays"

You two walked to the massage room of the hotel, you asked the worker there where is the free couple massage, she pointed in the right direction, thus you two walked in there. The massage area is only 1 room, both will be side to side, and include each other's massage which confuses you.

"Each other massage, hmm what is this" looking confused to Hanni

"I don't know too" 

"Hi welcome to the free couple massage, in which 3 types of massage will happen, firstly the standard massage in which a Massager will massage your full body, the second one is spiritual massage, in which you two will be inside the hut together to the hot steam, and lastly the each other massage, would happen between you two only, massaging each other will make you two closer" 

"Oh, okay" looking at Hanni

"Yeahh, hmm this is my fault" 

"You know what, let's just get the first type then dipped?" 

"Yeah"

"Can we get the first type only?"

"Sir, you two are a couple, why wouldn't you two try the other types"

"Um, we are" interrupted by Hanni

"We'll take it all, thanks"

"Okay, maam"

"Okay, okay let's just not look at each other"

"Yeah" replied to Hanni

The first type of the massage went well, both of you got massaged by professionals and really a Vietnam massage that's different from your country.

"Oh that's good"

"Yes, my body feels better" said Hanni

The massager then pointed at the hut, they asked first what temperature the steam would you two like, you two choose the medium one. 

Getting in the hut was easy, but hot. The hut is smaller than it seems on the outside, it really is for only two or three people max, the massager said removing the towel would be better so your whole body gets the steam evenly. Minutes go by inside, both of you now looking at each other.

"This is nice, it's hot and steamy"

"Yeah, Even though we're in towels, it's still hot"

"There's only two of us, and with this heat, camera couldn't be place here" Hanni said

"What are you gonna do"

"Hmm, I, I, just don't look at me, okay. I'll try it without a towel" Hanni said

"But"

She tossed her towel to the side, exposing her full body to the hot steam. You didn't look, even though you wanted to. But you hold your stand. After a couple minutes, she covered her body with a towel.

"You should try it"

"Huh, removing my towel?"

"Yeah, it's better"

"Okay, but don't look ah" 

"Ye ye, I won't look"

You remove your towel from your body, exposing your naked body to the hot temperature, you look at Hanni, she fully closed her eyes. It was cute, the sight of her, fully closing her eyes to not see you naked. But in your mind, you want her to see you in this form, fully unclothed. Wanting her to see your erect penis. 

"Your right Hanni, this is better"

"I'll cover now" 

You said but it was before you got your towel below, as you said the last words from your mouth, she fully opened her eyes, looking at you while grabbing your towel below. 

"Oh my god, I thought you were covered already. Oh my god, I am so sorry"

"Oh, I, I, I'll cover now. Sorry"

Your mind was in bliss, thinking she could have seen your junior. While in her mind it was different, complete emptiness is in her kind, she doesn't know what to react on what she saw, but then a blood from the heart flow to her brain, it told her "That was big, I wanna touch it" 

"No, no, no Hanni, what you saw isn't real, Oh my god, is that how a cock is?, god damn, I thought those are not real, I thought they are just edited or enlarge cocks, but here it is, in front of me, A real big one, the one that is big, No, no Hanni, if he would know who am I, I am doomed, but he doesn't know, Iah fuck it, this is the only chance I get to touching a real thing, experiencing the big one." Hanni talking to herself in her mind

"Um, Y/N, do you have a girlfriend?"

"That's a weird question, I do not have one"

"Did you have, before?"

"No, no I don't"

"So, I could be your girlfriend now?"

"Huh?"

"You know, I don't know how to approach men but, this is the only chance I can get"

"What do you mean?"

"Can I be your girlfriend?"

"Wait, what's happening to you Hanni"

"This is Hanni still, and I am asking you to be my boyfriend so I can"

"So you can do what?"

"So, so, so I can suck your cock"

"What?" 

"Yes, I've seen it, and you're hard for me? right, I am the only one here, don't tell your gay"

"No, I am not gay, I don't know, this is so fast, we've only met ea6other for a day"

"Yes, it is but I want your cock now, I can't erased it in my head, it feels like it's tattooed there, cannot be remove"

You haven't said yes, but to her, you're her boyfriend now. She then crawls towards you, like a cat hungry for days, but in this case a girl hungry for cock. She removed her towel, exposing her cute breast to you.

"You like that?, would it make your cock bigger"

"Um, Hanni, what's happening to you, why are you like this"

You haven't done anything, not that you intentionally did what happened earlier, it was a miscommunication but your still happy that this girl your with is not shy to see her true self to you. It feels like her mind breaks already, just seeing your big penis. 

"Hanni, we're about to be done here in the hut, we should do it later in the room"

She snapped back to reality when you said it would be over inside the hut.

"Ah, is it?, is that a promise, I can touch it later?, It's mine right?"

"Yes, Hanni it's yours only but can you be your other self for now, please I don't want anybody to see you like this"

"Okay, Y/N you haven't answered my question yet"

"What question?"

"Ugh, you're so clueless, it's so cute. I'll ask you later"

Confused look at Hanni, as if you don't know what she meant, but slowly things are coming to your head, it makes sense now, how clingy she was before, how friendly she is to you. She likes you from the start when you two see each other, it's like a gift to her that she found you at the airport.

The last type of massage was shortly cancelled due to a leak in the steam in the room, so they gave you two additional 2 free massages just the normal ones for compensation.

You look at her, thinking she would be mad cause it was postponed but she's happy, for her it was a miracle. No timer for touching each other, and no hot steam that makes you two sweat. She wanted raw, raw hotness from your body touching each other, not a machine making the hot steam, but your lust and love for each other.

You two changed back to your casual outfit, she held your arms much tighter, making sure yours are her. 

"Y/N, I can't wait to see it again"

"Shh, we're still here, people might hear"

"Oh my god, why can't a couple talked about couple things, shh shh, your really is clueless and I really like it"

"Alright, alright, to answer your question, yes you can be my girlfriend but"

"No but, but"

She hugs you, you hug her back tightly. This day is full of wonderful things happening, not only did you travel Vietnam, eat good and lots of food, but you end up with a girlfriend from the country you're visiting.

Walking in the corridor, going to your rooms, she asked, what room you two would want. You replied, hers. She replied, aight bet. 

"Welcome to my room, which looks like yours too, haha. Sorry it's kinda messy, I haven't cleaned. I've slept yesterday"

"Haha, funny were the same, that's why I picked yours cause mine is worst"

"Haha, let's do it now"

"Now?, you don't want to shower first?"

"In the shower?"

"Yes, shower first"

"Okay, let's go"

She striped naked in front of you, as if you two are in a long relationship. She removed each of her cloth naughty and while looking in your eyes. An adrenaline goes to your penis, while looking at her, it makes it hard, creating a bulge in your pants, you adjust to make her see it. 

"Wow, you want to huh"

"No, you want it more"

"Haha, I'll suck you dry"

"Oh really, I'll do it to you too"

Fully naked, she walked towards you, she grabbed her hands and guided it to her cute breast, she chuckled from your touch and it made her seize like your touch electrified her. 

"Please be gentle, this is my first"

"It's my first too Hanni"

"So we're beginner's haha"

"Really beginner's, I don't have a condom on me, so we're lock on toucher each other "

"Huh? locked? wdym locked, fuck me raw, creampie me full, I don't even care anymore, I just want you, your cock in me, please"

"Alright, alright, chill I just don't want things to escalate too quickly"

"Don't bother, I am on pills anyway, I am actually an, no I just have a work that needs us to be on pills"

"Oh, that's neat. I'll make your wish come true then"

After your last word, she grabbed your pants, removing it to expose your big erect penis to her. She was excited, happy, and the smile on her face was apparent.

"Oh my god, yes please I want this cock on me now"

"Wait, open the shower first, I don't want you to smell my smelly penis"

"I don't care, I'll sniff it more"

"Your disgusting, and it's so hot"

"Haha, you're right. That's kinda far now, feel like we're roleplaying or something, let's just fuck you know"

"Yeah, haha, can I see your pussy?"

"Yeah, sorry I haven't shaved yet, didn't expect this to happen in my vacation, and I wasn't expecting to go beaching too"

"It's perfectly fine, it's better anyway hygiene"

You touch her first, making her angry.

"Hey, you touch my pussy first? really"

"Huh, I, sorry, alright, alright you're the pilot"

"Nah its fine but I want to suck your dick first"

"Okay, I'll clean it now"

After you washed your cock, she grabbed it without mentioning it.

"Aw, it hurts, just be gentle"

"Sorry, I'll suck it gently, I promise"

She handjobs you first while having a staring contest at hers, she wanted to see if it would hurt when she went fast, but it did5, it just makes you feel a thing.

"Slow down a bit, I'll gonna cum so fast from that"

"Alright, I'll suck it now"

"Okay"

She kissed your penis first, then slowly put it to her cute mouth. At first it was difficult, her mouth was too small for your penis to enter but slowly she adjusted to your size, you also helped her in making sure everything was going great, and gently.

"Ugh, argh, ugh, gulp"

She was sucking but because neither of you have this experience, it was going slow.

"Um, Hanni, I think your sucking isn't great"

She removed her mouth form you dick to speak 

"Is it?"

"You should gag more, put it more inside of your mouth, like this(showing a picture from the net).

She slapped your phone.

"Are you saying I am not good?"

"Well, no, but maybe, sorry I just want you to experience this fully"

"Okay, I get you, I'll do what in the picture is"

She adjusted more, allowing your length to enter her mouth, your big cock now is full of saliva, and she is gagging from every downshift she does. The scene is magical, a cute girl you just met yesterday is now gagging from your cock. 

"Yes, just like that Hanni, your doing it better now"

"Gag, really" happy Hanni while her mouth is full

You are now reaching your point, you tapped her shoulders to alert her, she winked and shook her head approving your hot cum to shoot in her mouth, not a second after that you shot your cum to her mouth walls, painting it white, marking her as yours.

"Yes, ugh, ugh just like that Hanni, your amazing" 

She swallowed all your cum, and made a smile looking at your tired body.

"Hey, we haven't started the fucking yet, but your tired already, let's shower then go to my bed"

"Okay"

You two showered like a married couple, soaping each other, rubbing each other, making sure every part is clean cause tonight would be the best meal you will be eating. She pissed accidentally while you were soaping her pussy part.

"Oh, sorry I pissed"

"Damn, that's hot, like your pee is not, well actually it is hot to get pissed, the smell though"

"Hmm so you like getting pissed by"

After one last water, you take a towel to give it to her but she grabs you making your bodies touch each other and then rubs the towel to dry you off. After that, she held your hand, and followed her steps to her room. She closed her binds, turned the lights to comfy, and made the bed more presentable.

"It's your turn now" she said

"Okay"

She jumps to the bed, exposing her body to you, you crawl slowly making her excited, she's like the queen bee getting her worker to give what she wants. You first got close to her face.

"You know, we haven't kissed yet"

"Oh god, your right, let's do it"

You get close to her, attempting a normal kiss, but she doesn't do that, she wants to taste you. Exchanging saliva while kissing and sucking her mouth, she also does it. After a solid 5 minutes of sucking each other though. She breaks it.

"Your such a good kisser"

"You too"

Laughing at each other, but while laughing your hands in like a snake, wanting to bite its prey, but in this case the prey is her pussy. She reacted from your touch, making a cute sound of ouch. She nodded to show that she's ready, ready to get plates on, to get divine on, to be feast on. So you slowly head to her pussy, the aroma and smell that you thought would be different, but a love smell is what you experienced. Her grown hair is so cute, it looks better with it. You've already touched it and feel the slimy gooey leaking from it, this is it she's wet not from the shower, but from your touch, you wanted it, you want her soup, you want to lick the tip, the hole, the glory of womanhood. So you work on it, shoving your mouth to her pussy, first in her clitoris, from your research the best way is a star way, from left to the top then to the left, next to the bottom then go back to the left.

"Ugh, hmmm, yes Y/N, eat me like that, savour from me, do you like that baby, yes ughhh"

The noise from her only fuels your lust, so you change your area now to her vagina, it's tight, and you can feel a blockway for her hole, it is said as her hymen, and the one who breaks it is the one who is first. You now changed the tactic from star shape to, licking like it's a nutella jar. Each lick, each suck made her high, as if she could fly in the sky.

"Oh my godddd, why are you good at this, it is ahhhh, true that, ughhh you didn't have, ahhhhh yess right there babe, yes lick that and suck that ughhh, girlfriend before?, oh my god I am cumming, keep is up"

She releases her cum to you, making you suck her more, tasting her love juices which are sweet.

Both of you are satisfied with each other, but it's not done yet. You tossed your body next to her, she hugged you.

"Thank you for this wonderful experience Y/N, this isn't in my vacation plan but thank god it happened" 

"You too, Hanni, I didn't know this would happened, this vacation is really something else, I just wanna spend my day and night with you"

"Please, we should do this everyday now until we both go back"

"I promise Hanni, we will do it every night"

"Thank you Y/N, I fucking love you, sorry for my language, can we fuck now"

"No worries, I don't mind it. We can if you want"

After your last words, she gets up, recharges like a fast charge phone. She towers you in the bed, putting her body to yours in a riding position.

"Is this a good position, search it up"

"Yes, I want to see you, and I want to kiss you while we're fucking"

"That's sounds hot, I'll put it in now, please be gentle with me"

"I promise Hanni, I'll be gentle"

This wasn't the case, from the very first move, Hanni was rough, immediately breaking her hymen and screaming like she got stabbed in a good way.

"Oh my godd, yesss fuck me like that"

"Wait, Hanni your too rough"

"I can't help it, break me Y/N, make me your cumdumped, fuck me both holes"

She's mind breaking already, just from one insert of your cock to her, she would obey what you do, and everything she says is what you're doing. 

"Ugh, ugh, their hit me their, yes"

"God damn Hanni, I wanna fuck you to the brim so hard"

"Please Y/N, please make it happen"

The fucking if fucking, same position but both of you now is working towards the same goal, breaking each other to the top. Making a mess, like a tornado has come by. Every trust you gave, she gave back, every move you make, she moves back, the gentleness from both of you isn't showing, then a couple more moves both of you are now reaching your point.

"Y/N, I am gonna cum"

"Hanni, me too"

"Let's do it together"

"Alright"

"Ughhhh yes Y/N, fill me fill me fill me"

"Hanni your squeezing me so hard, ughhh Yes"

Cumming to each other was a great pleasure, but after it you both slammed to the bed, she was on top of you.

"This is amazing Hanni, I can't wait to do it again and again and again"

"Again and again, yess I love you so much"

"I love you too"

The night ends with both of you exchanging love notes, kissing each other's forehead but you're not done yet.

"Hanni, I have a question"

"Yes babe, what it is"

"Are you the Hanni from Newjeans?"

The end.

A/N: Wrote this while Wifi was gone so bare the wrong grammars lol, btw check my other story staring Hanni too in AFF link in my bio, would also post this story there, thanks! A/N: If my Wifi stops again, I might write another, who knows maybe I'll continue this story.

#hanni pham #newjeans hanni #newjeans #smut #fluff #male reader #hotel fuck #newjeans x reader

[pencopanko]

Antisemitism and Islamophobia are very similar (if not the same), actually

So I was scrolling down the #palestine tag for any updates and important information, and I came across this:

And I think we need to sit down and talk about this.

I am a Muslim. I live in Indonesia, a country that is predominantly Muslim and a lot of Muslims here also support the Palestinian cause. Hell, even our government supports it by not only allowing Palestinian goods enter the country without fee, but also by taking in Palestinian refugees and even acknowledging the status of Palestine as a state while not having any political ties with Israel. The topic of the Palestinian tragedy has been spoon-fed to us at schools, sermons, media, etc., so your average Indonesian Muslim would at the very least be aware of the conflict while non-Muslims would hear about it from their Muslim friends or through media.

However, there is a glaring problem. One that I keep seeing way too often for my liking.

A lot of them are antisemitic as hell. The sermons I would hear sometimes demonize Jewish people. Antisemitic statements are openly said out loud on social media. Some are even Nazi supporters who would literally go to anime cons and COSPLAY as members of the Nazi party. This is not just an Indonesian Muslim problem, no, but this is a glaring issue within the global Islamic community as a whole. Today, this sense of antisemitism is usually rooted in general hatred towards the Israeli government and its actions against the people of Palestine, but antisemitism amongst Muslims are also rooted in certain interpretations of verses from the Qur'an and Hadith mentioning Jewish people and Judaism (particularly the Bani Israil), but in a way that is more ridiculing instead of life-threatening when compared to how antisemitism looks like in the Western world.

As someone who prefers to become a "bridge" between two sides in most cases, I find this situation to be concerning, to say the least. While, yes, it is important for us Muslims to support Palestine and fight against injustice, we must not forget that not every Jewish people support the Israeli government. A lot of them are even anti-Zionists who actively condemn Israel and even disagree with the existence of Israel as a state as it goes against their teachings. A lot of them are also Holocaust survivors or their descendants, so it is harmful to think for one second that Hitler's actions and policies were justified. It's just like saying that Netanyahu is right for his decision to destroy Palestine and commit war crime after war crime towards the Palestinians.

As Muslims, we also need to remember that Jewish people (the Yahudi) are considered ahli kitab, i.e. People Of The Book along with Christians (the Nasrani). The Islam I have come to know and love has no mentions of Allah allowing us to persecute them or anyone collectively for the actions of a few. While, yes, there are disagreements with our respective teachings I do not see that as an excuse to even use antisemitic slurs against Jewish people during a pro-Palestine rally, let alone support a man who was known for his acts of cruelty toward the Jewish community in WW2. They are still our siblings/cousins in faith, after all. Unless they have done active harm like stealing homes from civilians or celebrating the destruction of Palestine or supporting the Israeli government and the IOF or are members of the IOF, no Jewish people (and Christians, for that matter) must be harmed in our fight against Zionism.

Contemporary antisemitism is similar to (if not straight up being the exact same thing as) contemporary Islamophobia, if you think about it; due to the actions of a select few that has caused severe harm towards innocent people, an entire community has been a target of hate. Even when you have tried to call out the ones supporting such cruelties, you are still getting bombarded by hate speech. It's doubly worse if you're also simultaneously part of a marginalized group like BIPOC, LGBTQ+, etc. as you also get attacked on multiple sides. This is where we all need to self-reflect, practice empathy, and unlearn all of the antisemitism and unjustified hatred that we were exposed to.

So, do call out Zionism and Nazism when you see it. Call out the US government for funding this atrocity and others before it that had ALSO triggered the rise of Islamophobia. Call your reps. Go to the streets. Punch a fascist if you feel so inclined. Support your local businesses instead of pro-Israel companies.

But not at the cost of our Jewish siblings. Not at the cost of innocent Jewish people who may also be your allies. If you do that, you are no different from a MAGA cap-wearing, gun-tooting, slur-yelling Islamophobe.

That is all for now, may your watermelons taste fresh and sweet.

🍉

Salam Semangka, Penco

#palestine #free palestine #gaza strip #free gaza #israel #israeli occupation #boycott israel #penco writes #penco rambles #yupyupyup #antisemitism #islam #islamophobia #thought piece

[callimara]

I don't know what to do.

When I tried talking to a close relative of mine about Palestine, they went on a spiel. They insisted that it wasn't genocide, that Isr*el had given them their land, that Palestine was warned about the Hamas and still voted for them, that Palestine struck first, that Isr*el warned them and gave them time to move south before Isr*el attacked. They insisted the support for Palestine is spurred on by propaganda!

When I asked my relative for proof, they dodged the question, claimed they've known about the whole thing about Isr*el and Palestine for a very long time, and said something about something being in the quran.

Now I'm torn and I'm not sure what's true anymore!

I have so many asks to go through, but I think this one is very important to answer.

To start, I think you are very brave for asking questions and trying to find the truth amidst all the propaganda, so here's what I know.

For some context, I am an Indonesian, and Indonesia and Palestine have very close diplomatic relations and share many similarities in history. We were both colonized and had to resist occupation in a white supremacist world where you are seen as lesser if your skin isn't white and savages/terrorists if you resist or if you want your land back.

Palestine was also the first to recognize Indonesia's independence in 1945, and Indonesia has built a hospital in Gaza that is one of the last ones currently standing due to relentless Israeli bombardments.

People who have gone through oppression recognize oppression. And so far the only people I have seen supporting Israel have been people who had been indoctrinated with Zionist views from childhood, people who are NOT educated on the history of Israel (and why they were there in Palestine to begin with and it is NOT because of the holocaust, which I will explain further down), and Evangelical Christians who want to bring on the rapture. Even then, what they are so angry and appalled by are people calling to send aid, and their only argument for not allowing aid into Gaza because they will be used to create weapons and rockets.

They genuinely believe that Palestinians have a magical ability to turn things like food, water, and medicine into rockets.

So, I will go through your relatives' points one by one.

Firstly, it is not a religious issue. And it never had been. This is colonization and apartheid. Do not let the media or uninformed people tell you otherwise, because that is how they justify and defend its existence.

Israel gave them their land back

Lots of Israelis say that Israeli forces completely pulled out of Gaza in 2005. That isn't 'giving land back' that is 'withdrawing from taking more land.' The entirety of what is now Israel WAS Palestine, and Palestinians aren't even asking for ALL of it back, just the borders that they had in 1967.

Also, if you're wondering why they pulled back, it's because you cannot bombard your own occupied territory, which we see them doing freely now.

Palestine was warned about Hamas

Really? That's so funny because Hamas is backed and funded by Benjamin Netanyahu (his own words at a press conference with an Israeli news cite, not mine) and his US minions to try and oppose the PLO (Palestine Liberation Movement), who were seen as a more legitimate governing body that would make Israel and the US look bad for trying to eradicate them. So, they chose a more extremist group that they'd have an easier time selling as "barbaric terrorists" as a justification to bombard Gaza with impunity. If this sounds familiar, that's because it should. It's all part of their playbook.

Palestine struck first

This did not begin on October 7th. This has been going on since the Nakba in 1948. What happened on October 7th was tragic, but it was IDF bullets that killed those hostages. It took them 6 hours to respond (a survivor said that Hamas had to ASK them to call the IDF, because they were not coming), and when they came, they killed their own civilians and hostages in the crossfire. Watch this video for the full evidence.

Hamas took hostages for a hostage swap. For the thousands of Palestinian civilians that had been kidnapped and wrongfully detained (some of them WITHOUT CHARGES) in Israeli prisons, which included KIDS. And as of now, Israel has rejected the Israeli hostages 3 times even though they are killing them in the bombardment.

Israel has something called the Hannibal Directive. Go look it up.

Because no one in their right mind would agree that just because there is a school shooter hiding inside a school with hostages while using the students as human shields, the only course of action is to then bomb the entire school.

And ask yourself, if this is truly a war on Hamas and Israel valued Palestinian civilian lives as much as they do Israeli lives, then if Hamas was hiding in Israel, would the IDF be using the same approach as they are currently using for Gaza? And if not, then why.

Israel warned them and gave them time to move south

They gave 1 million people 24 hours to complete a trek that would have taken 72 hours. 1 million people who had mostly been women, children, and the handicapped. And during the evacuation, they were bombing convoys, ambulances, and safe routes. Then when they finally got to the south of Gaza, they were bombed there too. In the place where they were supposed to be safe.

Also, if Russia had warned Ukraine that they were going to bomb them and gave them time to evacuate, does that then make it ok for Russia to bomb Ukraine? Of course not, that's a silly argument.

The support for Palestine is spurred on by propaganda

Well, which one between Palestine and Israel literally has the entire western media in their pocket? Which one has been PAYING influencers to voice their support for their country? Which one has been proven to spread LIES unquestioned? (Like 40 beheaded babies, for instance? Or using AI generated images for proof?) Which one has been posting tweets proudly declaring that they have committed war crimes, deleting the tweets, and backtracking?

Which one has fucking social media accounts that are beefing with models and celebrities who are against them, and are using influencer's images without their permission to make it seem like they're on THEIR side?

So now, let's talk about Israel and Holocaust Survivors.

First of all, the creation of a Jewish state in Palestine began in 1917 when Britain signed the Balfour Declaration, which states that they are giving away their occupied colony of Palestine to a group of Zionists immigrating to Palestine from Eastern Europe and Yemen. First thing to note here, there were already Palestinians living on the land, it was not a barren empty land, and it was colonized by the British. So the British gave away stolen land that they had no right to give away in the first place.

The holocaust survivors didn't arrive in Israel until the end of WW2 in the 1940s where they were then scorned and laughed at by the Zionist settlers in Palestine for being 'weak victims.' The holocaust victims continued to be discriminated against and left to live in poverty by the Israeli gov't.

However, their arrival gave the west a reason to arm the settlers so that they can 'defend themselves' from all the 'vicious, evil, uncivilized Arabs' they were surrounded by. And they used this excuse and dehumanization to displace 750,000 Palestinians from their land. The Nakba.

And they continue to use the holocaust survivors (that they are also treating badly) as a shield from international criticism to expand until we have the borders we have today.

#free palestine #palestinian genocide #israeli occupation #israeli apartheid #debunking propaganda

[erina-writes-headcanons]

hi! could i have crushing + general relationship hcs for india please? 💕

Neeraja Patel (India), Gupta Muhammad Hassan (Egypt), Wibawa Prayogo (Indonesia) General Dating Relationship Headcannons

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A/N: Hey @reeces-pieses! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you do not mind that I added Indonesia as well as Egypt for this headcannon. This is for relationship headcannons and soon after this would be done. I would make a Crushing headcanon!

Gender: Neutral. Warning: None

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Neeraja Patel - India

India is a positive give just like a Golden Retriever so it is expected that he would go far to make your dating experience great together with him.

It is not surprising because he is a friendly guy. He would make one of the great gentlemen. It is canon that India is polite and would tell everyone 'namaste' which means in India it means hello.

Would keep holding your hands when the two of you are in the crowd as he does not want to lose you because he's scared that there's a bad guy planning to hurt you.

Does not get angered easily and he has a high patience. The only thing that might piss him off if you are making fun of his culture since he's proud of it. He is generally a sweet guy so don't try to anger him.

If you love sweets? He would bring you to Indian markets that sell the best Kulfi (Pistachio Ice cream without eggs) or Jalebi ( A spiral-shaped sweet made out of sugar and saffron).

Also, he would also bring you to those markets that sell the best milk tea. After all, India is most known for their Milk Tea and many people love their tea.

Since I did mention he is a sweet guy. Sometimes, he would let you ride his elephant. He loves animals but he mostly loves his elephant so you are lucky if you never ride this animal. he would offer you to ride them with him behind you.

Don't bother trying to argue with him. He can be quite argumentative just because I told you he is sweet and polite. Which is sucks because when he is getting mouthy, he already had some resources to counter your argument.

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(Y/N) sat by the window, their/her/his heart racing with anticipation as (Y/N) waited for their/her/his boyfriend Neeraja to come home. The gentle lights coming from the sun shining and cascading onto (Y/N)'s skin provided soothing thoughts for you. As the minutes ticked by, your excitement grew, and (Y/N) found yourself constantly glancing at the clock.

From far far away, Neeraja guided the gentle giant back towards home. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow across the lands. Neeraja's heart skipped a beat when he spotted the certain person with (H/C) hair colour and (E/C) eye colour already waiting for him.

A smile spread across his face as he urged the elephant to slow down, and he waved his hand enthusiastically to catch (Y/N)'s attention. From the distance, their eyes locked, and a rush of happiness filled him. (Y/N)'s face lit up as they/she/he recognized Neeraja and the elephant, and they/she/he waved back with equal enthusiasm.

Neeraja gently directed the elephant to a halt as the two of them already reach his palace. Neeraja dismounted himself from the back of the gentle giant. Neeraja carefully slid down from the back of the elephant, and landed softly on the ground, his feet finding their footing with practised ease.

The slender man with dark brown hair's heart raced with excitement as he closed the distance between himself and (Y/N). A mixture of joy and longing was evident in his eyes. (Y/N) had to step out of the palace. (Y/N) descended the stairs, each step carrying a mix of excitement and love.

The door closed behind them with a soft click, leaving a momentary silence in its wake. Neeraja's eyes lit up with delight as he spotted (Y/N) walking down the street. Without a moment's hesitation, he broke into a joyful sprint, closing the distance between you and him in an instant.

He smoothly wrapped his arm around (Y/N)'s waist, pulling you into a warm and unexpected hug. (Y/N)'s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as Neeraja's playful embrace took you by surprise. In a playful and lighthearted gesture, Neeraja twirled (Y/N) gently in his arms, prompting a delighted giggle to escape (Y/N)'s lips. "I miss you so much, dearie," he gently set you down on the ground.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Neeraja extended an inviting hand to (Y/N), a spontaneous idea forming in his mind. "How about we take a ride on my elephant together?" he suggested with a playful smile. (Y/N)'s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and excitement, and a grin slowly spread across your face as you nodded in agreement.

Neeraja helped (Y/N) onto the elephant's back, ensuring their comfort and safety. Once settled, Neeraja mounted behind them, his arms encircling (Y/N) protectively as the elephant carefully and slowly stood up on its leg. The world seemed to take on a new perspective from up there.

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Gupta Muhammad Hassan - Egypt

Egypt can be blunt and tactless when speaking but that does not mean he is heartless. He's just introverted and observant but secretly he does have a soft spot for you.

Very protective of you and you know how hot it gets in the desert so if you are travelling around the Sahara desert with him. He will make you wear tons of clothes that cover you from the sun.

Also, let you ride on his camel when the two of you are travelling in the desert as he also already prepares many drinks when the two of you are going on travel since he did not you to be dehydrated.

Secretly is a tough guy so he would not even let any dangerous desert animals come close to you, especially the cobras, the scorpions or the Nile crocodiles.

Despite his cold exterior. Egypt actually can be quite cute. He's very easily blush if you give him affection like a simple kiss on the cheek already made his cheeks go pink.

He might not show it but secretly he does get jealous when you are around Turkey because he knows many women and men like Turkey so he would most likely watch over you when interacting with his friend.

If you ask about it. Not going to admit that he is jealous as he would just say "I do not understand what you mean. I'm sorry," and then walk away with you still confused.

If you are observant enough. His love language is actually the service of act and then quality time together with you. It's not really easy for him to show how much he loves you like how India did for his S/O.

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Muhammad Gupta stood before the mirror, his khaki uniform neatly worn, representing his country as Egypt. He reached for his white keffiyeh, carefully unfolding it before draping it over his shoulders. The soft fabric settled against his chest, a symbol of tradition and identity that connected him to his heritage.

(Y/N) (L/N) stood hidden behind the slightly ajar door, observing Muhammad Gupta with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety, worried if anything bad happen to him. Everyone knows the desert is not a friendly place for human beings, there are many deaths because of the heat and because of the dangerous animals in there.

A subtle intuition tingled at the back of Muhammad Gupta's mind, a feeling that he was not alone in the room. Slowly, he turned around, his gaze shifting from the mirror to see (Y/N) already standing there. The man with white keffiyeh could not help but sigh at (Y/N). "Is everything alright?" He asks (Y/N) who is still standing behind the door.

(Y/N)'s gaze met Muhammad Gupta's as you hesitated, then finally spoke up. "Hey, do you think I could join you on one of your desert trips sometime?" you asked with a hopeful smile. Muhammad's expression softened, and he took a moment before responding, his tone tinged with concern. "I appreciate your interest, but the desert can be quite challenging and unpredictable. It's not without risks, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt." His words carried a mixture of protective care and a desire to keep you safe.

A flicker of disappointment crossed (Y/N)'s expression. You took a moment to process his concern before mustering up the courage to respond. "I understand your worries, Gupta. But I promise to be careful and follow your guidance. I really want to see what the desert looks like as well as the pyramid. I promise I will be careful," (Y/N) is begging him to let her/him/them go with him.

Muhammad was a little bit hesitant, seeing the genuine desire in (Y/N)'s eyes. He couldn't resist the sight of (Y/N) pouting slightly, her/his/their bottom lip jutting out in an adorable manner. Another sigh escapes from his nostrils along his mouth, shaking his head slightly as he realizes that he just gave in because of the way you act. "Alright, "but you'll have to promise to follow my instructions and stay close," (Y/N) smile was glowing bright once you hear Gupta finally letting you go.

As (Y/N) relished in the triumphant moment of convincing Muhammad Gupta to let them join him in the desert, a gentle rustling drew their attention. Turning towards the sound, (Y/N) watched in astonishment as Muhammad reached into his wardrobe and pulled out another white keffiyeh. Without any words, the man with white keffiyeh steps closer and puts another white keffiyeh on top of your head.

Muhammad gently placed the white cloth over (Y/N)'s head, letting it settle atop your hair. Confusion mixed with surprise painted on your facial expression, and they blinked at him in disbelief. "What's this for?" (Y/N) asked, their voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Muhammad was silent for a moment before he spoke, It's to protect your hair from the sun. It's going to be very hot in there," he commented.

A soft blush crept onto (Y/N)'s cheeks as (Y/N) connected the dots. Gupta's caring gesture, his concern for their well-being, and the way he delicately placed the keffiyeh on their head all fell into place making you realize that he does not want you to get heated because of the sun from the desert. Your eyes looked up at him, their eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Thank you," you whisper silently with a little smile on your face.

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Wibawa Prayogo - Indonesia

Almost like India, he doesn't get angry easily despite he often fights together with some ASEAN countries, especially Malaysia like siblings. Although, he has a little bit more temper than him and is a bit less polite.

Indonesia has a double side which is his bold side along with a shy side surprisingly. His bolder side is he is going to bring you around Jakarta on a motorcycle and just let you taste any delicious street food.

Would often fluster you with his little teasings. He can be a little bit of a prankster, sometimes would call you 'My dear, love, My sweet' and the cringiest is 'Ayang' which has the same meaning when you call people honey. He really loves to use those endearment pet names for you.

Also, going to bring you to his Komodo dragon island sometimes and let you interact with his Komodo dragon pet. Not only his Komodo dragon, but he would also let you interact with his bird of paradise (Cendrawasih bird).

The cute side of him when he is getting shy after he receives little kisses for you as he smiles goofily. Would look at the ground and then try to hide his red face.

He would also brag to Every ASEAN country about you, especially to Malaysia about him having a loving, cute and caring S/O. Also, even bragging about your achievement.

Just like India, he can be argumentative but India is still able to be polite about it or just plain Passive Aggressive. Whereas Indonesia would call out your every mistake and maybe even raise his voice.

Also, Indonesia can be even more stubborn than Indoa. If India is still able to forgive you when he is angry. Indonesia would give you silent treatment and sometimes does not even want to admit he is wrong.

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Seated on the comfortable couch in the living room, (Y/N) stared at the television screen with a hint of boredom etched on his face. The movie playing before them seemed to lack the spark that could capture their attention. The characters moved through predictable scenarios, and the dialogue felt flat.

Resting their/her/his chin on their/her/his hand, (Y/N) let out a quiet sigh, (Y/N) mind drifting away from the movie's storyline. The sound of the characters' voices became a distant murmur as they found themselves lost in their own thoughts, it's just the same for every romance highschool story of a girl crushing on a jock who has a girlfriend of a cheerleader and a popular girl and then the guy dumps the girl in the end to get the 'I'm not like other girl' MC character.

As the dull movie played on in the background, (Y/N) was jolted from the reverie by the distant rumble of a motorcycle engine. The sound grew louder, causing (Y/N) curiosity to pique. You instinctively got up from the couch, moving towards the window to investigate. Pulling the curtain aside, your eyes widened in surprise.

There, parked on the street, was (Y/N)'s boyfriend Wibawa Prayogo, sitting confidently on a sleek motorcycle that he always rides around the city. A smile broke across (Y/N)'s face as you took in the sight of Wibawa's helmeted head, his eyes hidden but the joy evident in the curve of his lips. "Baby!! I'm here, let's go out together and have some Fried Rice with Chicken Skewers! I know a great place that sells Fried Rice!" He shouted.

With a rush of excitement, (Y/N) wasted no time in stepping outside, the cool breeze hitting their/her/his face as they eagerly approached the waiting motorcycle. Wibawa's warm smile greeted you, and without hesitation, (Y/N) carefully mounted the motorcycle behind him, ensuring him with the grip.

Wibawa turned towards you, a grin hidden beneath his helmet as he handed over an extra helmet. (Y/N) accepted it with gratitude, securing it in place before giving Wibawa a reassuring nod. The motorcycle roared to life once he press his feet on the pedal, the engine vibrating beneath them and the tire starts to move once the engine starts.

As the wind rushed past them and the world blurred in their peripheral vision, (Y/N)'s heart swelled with happiness. You recalled the numerous times the two of you had ventured out together, exploring new culinary delights, savouring exotic flavours, and discovering hidden gems in the city's culinary scene.

After arriving at the festival of the Independence Day night markets. Amid the festive atmosphere of the Indonesia Independence Day celebration, Wibawa and (Y/N) found themselves immersed in a vibrant sea of colours, lights, and laughter. The night market was alive with energy.

(Y/N) couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Wibawa's thoughtfulness in bringing them/her/him to the festival. With a tender smile, you leaned into his face to press a gentle kiss on his cheeks. "Happy Independence Day, Wibawa. Also, thank you for bringing me to this place," you whispered to his ears. Wibawa's cheeks flushed with a delightful mix of surprise and pleasure, his eyes widening in response to the unexpected display of affection.

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#hetalia #aph hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia headcanons #1p hetalia headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia scenarios #hetalia fluff #hetalia axis powers #aph india #hws india #india x reader #hetalia india #aph egypt #hws egypt #egypt x reader #hetalia egypt #aph indonesia #hws indonesia #indonesia x reader #hetalia indonesia

[sovietpostcards]

I’m not sure if its late for questions but I suppose it can’t hurt to try. Where are typical places to go on vacation for Russians? For example, Americans often go to visit islands in the Carribean, southern states like Florida, and places in South America like Mexico. I’ve heard Australians often visit Indonesia. So what are popular vacation destinations for Russians? Is vacationing common or is it a thing only rich people really do? Like my family has only been on a couple actual vacations, mostly we go camping locally because its much cheaper.

Common domestic vacation destinations are the South of Russia (it's a small area and it's always crowded) - Sochi, Anapa, all towns and villages along the Black Sea coast and Azov sea coast. Kislovodsk and the whole Mineral Springs area - known for, you guessed it, its mineral springs. Kaliningrad - a small piece of Europe jammed between Lithuania and Poland where you can go without a foreign passport. Definitely Crimea - a top holiday destination throughout the years, so much coastline for the vitamin D deprived Russians.

Of out-of-country destinations, I can name Turkey (often cheaper than Sochi), Abkhazia. For the Asian part of Russia, I hear they go to China and Korea a lot as it's cheaper than flying to Europe/Moscow.

Taking vacations is a privilege I'd say. A lot of people can't afford it. For many the best possible destination is their grandparents' village. Still, a lot of people try to take at least one vacation in the summer and make some memories. 30% of Russians have a valid foreign passport (for travelling out of the country), so that kind of travel is way less common.

[cagneyblooms]

Welp. My friend @art-tea-chill got me into the penguins of madagascar so you know what that means!! OC time!!

Here's the typed out information:

Peniru:

- Species: Mimic Octopus

- Goes by Peni for short

- Came from Indonesia after the Dave/Octopi incident, and because of this faced heavy judgement from the other animals thinking she was like him/his minions, and that her kind personality was a facade. Because of this she got too nervous and shy to leave her tank.

- Lives underneath the penguins

- Has a huge crush on Maurice but is too nervous to confess to him out of fear of Rejection

- Private was the first of the penguins to become her friend

- She has an artistic and creative mind, she likes to create jewelry out of the little things she finds inside her tank, she also enjoys making art pieces using her mimicking ability but she's too sheepish to show them to anybody outside of ariel

- She tends to give seashells she finds to coral.

- She digs herself into the sand of her aquarium and pretends she's a snake to scare away others, if she can't do that she'll blend into her surroundings

- She has a special talent for singing, at night she will leave outside her tank and sing with the comfort of knowing the animals by then are sleeping. some of the animals (mainly king julian and most of his lemurs..) think it's an actual mermaid. this tends to annoy the penguins since they're trying to sleep by then. However, if somebody manages to catch her singing, she'll tense up and tear up and proceed to immediately hop back into her tank.

- She's taller than most octopi, even towering over Dave by quite a bit. this doesn't help to animals perception of her however

- She has anthropophobia

- She likes to sing songs for the few rare animals she trusts.

- She likes to paint!

- In the water, she moves gracefully and elegantly, like a mermaid.

- Just a tad bit afraid of rico

- Speaking Voice: Jodi Benson

- Singing Voice: The siren from delicious dungeon

(if you're wondering about the siren: https://youtu.be/7GMP6pPSjXM?si=KbCXTqiN3zO0vv-b here's what her singing voice sounds like!)

Ariel:

- She's a sentient fish who serves as penirus best friend, think of her as Peniru's flounder. she is her voice of reason and rational thinking, and calms her down during her fits of panic, She was first given to Peniru as food to eat by the zookeepers, but Peniru couldn't bring herself to do it, especially upon learning that Ariel has sapience, and the two of bonded ever sense. at first, Ariel may seem like she's annoyed by the everyday Schnanigans of the zoo, overly pessimistic and cranky, but deep down really doesn't mind, only wanting to make sure Peniru is okay in the end. She can't speak formerly and can only speak in a language known as "Bubblelise", and only Peniru is able to translate this language for others. The penguin she's closest to is Kowalski, but she surprisingly also has a fondness for Rico, relating to his ability to not speak properly, but his love for kabooming on the other hand (fin?)..

As a P.S: she likes to call Peniru, "Ru-Ru" :3

I'm definitely going to be making more tpom ocs in the future they're fun

#tpom oc #tpom #the penguins of madagascar #penguins of madagascar #the penguins of Madagascar oc

[arrieebooks]

Precious weapon (1)

Lloyd Hansen x f!OC x Sierra Six

Summary : The CIA assigns their two most valuable assets to safely retrieve a living weapon in a third world country. They thought it would just be another easy and quick mission but they had no idea what they'd be walking into.

In order for this story to work, the Gray man plot never happened. So it's just Sierra six and Lloyd Hansen before all of it, working for the CIA and it's their first time meeting in person.

And Lloyd is still Lloyd, but the only difference is he's working for the CIA and not the private sector.

Character has a name but she's only called with a nickname here because her identity has been a secret her whole life.

Warnings : Mentions of murder and drug abuse but not detailed. Age gap but not really a big deal. A lot of of alcohol. Bathroom fingering. Public fingering. Voyeurism. Character can't get drunk so she's not being taken advantage of.

Word count : 10.8k words.

They're in Berlin. One of the CIA stations. In a small, discreet, meeting room listening to Denny Carmichael ramble about their mission.

Lloyd is bored. Six is paying attention.

It'll be their first time working together and they don't exactly get along.

"So, any questions before you get on the plane?" Denny asks.

But they're the most valuable assets to the CIA and this mission requires both of them. They're the best of the best, as well.

Lloyd glances at him from his laptop. "Uh, yes. Where are we going again?"

He huffs. "Have you not been paying attention to anything I've just said earlier? You gotta take this mission seriously, Lloyd. We have no idea what we're facing here. A threat or maybe a weapon that we can use. You both need to identify that and bring this person back to the states."

Six raises his hand to ask. "Do you even have their file? Because it seems like you don't even know who we're dealing with."

Denny nods. "You're right, we don't. That's for you two to find out once you're there. I'll be sending an IT team with you to track the person. We only know their last known location where they destroyed a whole building last week. Without any trace of a bomb. This person had some sort of abilities."

Lloyd frowns, growing curious. "What? How is that even possible? So does this mean we're handling a fucking terrorist?"

"Maybe, or maybe not. Like I said before, it's for you two to find out once you're in the country." Denny repeats.

"Which country are we going again? You haven't answered that earlier." Lloyd asks again.

"Jakarta, Indonesia. Better get ready for your flight now. It's going to be a really long one." He announces, leaving the meeting room.

Lloyd rolls his eyes at that. He doesn't like visiting third world countries, especially for a mission. He just hopes this is going to be an easy in and out mission, like always.

Six simply nods, remembering everything Denny had just said earlier. And he'll do his damn job without a single complaint.

It's going to be a simple mission. At least, that's what they think.

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"You got a full bar on this thing?" Lloyd asks the flight attendant while walking up the jet with Six, an IT team and a bunch of field agents behind him that Lloyd insisted on bringing just in case something happened there, he needs back up.

"Yes, sir." The flight attendant replies.

He needs a drink or two if he's going to have to endure a fifteen hour plane ride with Six beside him the whole time. Six never really talks, unless spoken to but Lloyd just doesn't like the guy.

Six's better than Lloyd and he knows it. That's what annoys him. He's got street cred, does his job without complaining and gets it done, quick. He could focus on the task at hand even under pressure or with a distraction. And he's unbothered all the time, no matter the circumstances.

But if he was being honest with himself, he does need Six for this mission if it were to go sideways. Six is back up enough, more than the half a dozen, best of the best field agents that he brought with him because he really is that good.

Lloyd just doesn't want to admit that.

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Either the plane is going awfully slower than usual or Lloyd just can't wait to get off this plane any sooner — he just can't bear it anymore. And it's only been four hours.

His neck hurts. He can't sleep comfortably in a damn chair. And especially with everyone behind him talking and talking about the mission, non-stop. He can't get some peace here.

Six is sitting beside him, and the fucker is sleeping like a baby. So peaceful. He's the only man asleep in this plane. And his sleeping position is quite uncomfortable with his head resting on the window and his arms crossed against his chest. But he's used to it already.

He can sleep anywhere and anytime. He was trained like that.

But Lloyd can't. He needs a huge comfy bed to sleep in. And unfortunately for him, the room here is occupied for the IT team and it's not like he can sleep with a lot of people here. He likes his privacy and peace.

"Lloyd," Six calls him and he snaps his head towards him.

He frowns. "Weren't you just asleep?"

Six nods. "Yeah. It was a short nap. I'm awake now. I need to ask you a question." He says.

"What's the question?" Lloyd asks, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"I was just wondering why you guys needed me. It's a retrieval mission, I don't usually do those. I only kill people, not bring them safely." Six asks.

"Actually, it's not just a retrieval mission. We also need to find the son of a bitch first, which is the hard part and then, get them." Lloyd says, "And you're back up."

Six frowns, his eyes wandering to the field agents behind them and he looks back at Lloyd. "Back up? Why do you need me for back up when you have the best of the best CIA field agents with you?" He asks.

Lloyd groans. "Look, I don't know the exact reason why they wanted you in particular but I'm guessing it has something to do with your experience. But if I was being honest, I don't want to work with you either." he admits.

"I didn't say that. I'm just not used to working with people or having partners. I'm used to working alone, all these years." Six tells him, bluntly.

He rolls his eyes. "Me neither. But this will be a very short mission, probably will only last for a few days. And then after that, we won't have to see each other again." Lloyd gives him a mocking smile.

Six nods. "Yeah, sure. Missions don't always go as planned, you know." He reminds him.

And, he's right.

Lloyd scoffs. "Shut up and go back to sleep." He grumbles.

***

They're here. In Jakarta.

Not even an hour that they've been here and Lloyd's already complaining and grumbling about how horrible the traffic is that it's getting them stuck in this car now.

It's only 7pm and Lloyd just needs to bury himself in a nice, expensive bed in a five-star hotel as usual. He didn't get any sleep throughout the fifteen hour plane ride. He couldn't sleep in an uncomfortable chair.

Six is in the same car with him, completely unbothered that they're stuck in a traffic. He's just staring at the night view of the city, observing the different buildings and the cars around him. The moonlight illuminates his dark blonde hair and his blue eyes. He took off his jacket suit earlier so he's only wearing a thick, black shirt — it's still hot in this country even at night.

He's never been to this country before which gets him a little bit excited just like every time he's visiting a new country. He won't ever admit that but he does enjoy going to different countries around the world, exploring their food, their culture all while doing his job which is to kill a target in that said country. He knows he can only enjoy those things for a little while but at least he can still enjoy it.

He knows nothing lasts long for him — he can only enjoy things for a short period of time and he's accepted that.

"Do these assholes even know how to drive here?" Lloyd grumbles. Again. For the hundredth time now.

Six sighs, looking over to him. "There's just too many people in this city. I looked it up. Ten million people here. That's the whole population of Belgium." he tells him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. "I didn't fucking ask. I just need to get out of here as soon as possible but it seems almost impossible to get out of this shit hole of a traffic. We're practically stuck. Maybe, we could tell the local traffic police over there that we're CIA and then they'll finally let us through."

He shakes his head. "No. Lloyd, we can't do that. If you do that, then the local police will alert the government that we're here and what we're doing here isn't exactly a mission we can tell them. It's a classified mission." Six reminds him.

Lloyd sighs. "Yeah, yeah. It's a shadowy mission, whatever. How the fuck are we going to get out of this traffic, then?"

Six thinks for a moment, remembering all those times he was in countries like this before with even worse traffic and an idea pops up in his head. "Tell the driver to look for a nearby shortcut. It should be in small alleys but the car could still fit." he says.

Lloyd looks at Six, not as surprised. Because he was right. Six did have a lot of experiences with countries like this and he's starting to be useful. "Okay. Um, thanks." he says before telling the driver exactly what Six had said.

And, he was right.

They got out of the traffic sooner than later.

***

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lloyd yells at his phone, Denny being on the other line as Six shakes his head quietly.

He's pissed. Very fucking pissed.

He thought he was getting a five-star hotel just as usual, but Denny insisted for them to stay close to the last known location of the target and he got them a shitty fucking apartment that's three-stars — it's the best here. Because apparently, there are no five-star hotels in this part of the city.

And, he couldn't even get a four-star hotel here. He needs to stay in the apartment where the team is with him so if there's any new information or something happened, they could act quickly.

Six doesn't really give a shit where they're placing him, as long as it's safe and there's a bed for him to sleep in. He's slept in worse places.

"There aren't even any CIA safe houses here? Are you sure?" Lloyd asks again.

There isn't. The CIA doesn't have a station here which means they don't have jurisdictions over a safehouse that belongs to them. They could buy a house but it won't exactly be a safehouse, just a house.

Lloyd needs to rectify this. He can't buy a house but he can buy something better than that; a penthouse. Plus, with that, the team can be closer to him.

"Fine. We'll stay here for the night but tomorrow, we'll be moving into a penthouse nearby." Lloyd sternly says over the phone and Denny agrees as always before he hangs up the phone.

He huffs, shoving his phone onto his pocket and he looks at Six, who's already settled on the couch with his legs prop up on the coffee table. "This is a shitty city." Lloyd remarks.

Six looks up at him and scoffs. "You've never been to India. It's way worse." he says.

Lloyd sighs. "Yeah, okay. Well, I need a fucking drink. And something else. So, let's go to a club. I bet it's good as fuck here." he smirks, taking his phone out to search for clubs or bars here.

He frowns. "Can we even go?"

"Yeah, our work doesn't start until tomorrow. So, tonight, we can do whatever the fuck we want. You coming or not? If not, I can always go alone." He says.

Six chuckles and Lloyd looks at him, weirdly. He's never heard him chuckle before. "Why did you invite me in the first place, then?" he asks.

Lloyd smirks again. "Because two white guys attract more girls here."

He lifts his eyebrows. "Girls? No, I'm not doing that. Not tonight. Not here." Six clarifies.

Not that he doesn't need to get laid but he just got here. He hasn't even seen how the people are like here. He usually observes and analyzes first. Plus, he just wants to do his damn job in this country.

He doesn't have the desire to do that now.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, his eyes still focused on his phone. "Hah! I got it. It's a pretty famous club, it's close to the American embassy so it's safe as fuck for us and it's in the center of Jakarta. If you don't want to get fucked, then just go for the drinks and the food, jeez." he looks back at Six.

Six contemplates on his offer. He doesn't exactly have anywhere else to go right now and he is pretty hungry, he could go for some good food right now. So he finally says, "Alright. Let's go."

Lloyd smirks at that. Maybe Six isn't as boring as he thought he is.

***

The club that Lloyd chose is very fucking loud. Six grimaces at the loud music playing as they walk through the main bar.

Six is wearing a leather jacket. Lloyd is wearing his usual fancy, polo shirt that's plain black.

The local girls here are starting to stare at them while they sit on the bar stools and Lloyd knows it. But he hasn't seen anyone interesting yet.

Lloyd orders some shots and Six orders a fancy cocktail and a sandwich.

Six begins to observe his surroundings. There's a lot of other foreigners here which makes him think he's in the right place. Though, he only spots the guys. Not the girls. He doesn't see any foreigner girls, just the local ones.

And he immediately thinks he's in the wrong place — he might be in a fucking brothel disguised as a club. Shit.

"Hey, Lloyd!" Six yells through the loud music.

Lloyd looks at him while he takes a shot, casually. "What?" He asks.

"What kind of place is this?" Six asks.

He frowns. "What do you mean? It's a fucking bar or club or whatever. They have good drinks and good food." Lloyd defends.

"Really? Because it looks to me that it's a brothel for white guys." Six juts his chin, gesturing behind them where the local girls are flirting with some white dudes in their table.

Lloyd laughs at that. "I wouldn't have brought you to a fucking brothel! Oh, you saw the local girls here. Yeah, someone told me that it's just their thing here. They hunt white guys. There's a name for it, um, wait. Bule hunter? Yeah! That's it. That's what it's called."

Six chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a sip of his cocktail. "Oh. Okay. You into those kinds of girls, Hansen?" He teases.

Maybe it's the alcohol that's making them get along better or just easing up their tension. But, whatever it is, they're both enjoying the temporary loose feeling that doesn't require them to always stay alert and stiff.

"Nope. I'm going to look for someone that isn't like any of them. You'll see." Lloyd smirks, gulping another shot that stings a little in his throat.

***

Being haunted by guilt is fucking miserable.

Guilt should only be felt when someone bad does something wrong to the people who don't deserve it.

And not when they actually deserve it and not when the person who did it, never meant for it to happen.

It just did.

But, she guesses that it's because she isn't a bad person. Because if she was, she wouldn't have felt guilt in the first place.

Now, all she wants to do is get rid of that feeling — that's haunting her every single waking second and even when she's asleep, giving her horrifying nightmares.

It's been over a week since it happened and she feels pathetic.

She has tried a lot of things to numb the guilt. Pain killers, anti-depressants, she even tried making a serum just for herself but it still didn't work.

So, she retreated to the next best idea to numb things — alcohol and clubs.

Clubs aren't really her scene. She prefers drinking a beer or two at home or at a chill bar nearby where she doesn't need to dress up.

So this is her very first time in an actual club.

But she wanted to get out of her comfort zone, just for once. She needed to let loose.

Even if it's just for a night. Just one single, harmless night.

"I need to see your ID please." The doorman asks her, in front of the club and she was a bit stunned since no one ever asked for her ID back at home.

But she forgot that this isn't the chill bars she's used to go back at home.

She nods, showing her ID to him before he lets her in shortly.

Her ears buzzed painfully as the loud music settles in. Shit. She forgot her condition, but maybe alcohol will help with that.

She quickly rushes over to what she thought was the entrance bar that was chill and not that loud but she was wrong.

She stumbled into the main bar, where she can already feel some guy's eyes staring at her and maybe it's got something to do with how young she looks.

She looks younger than her actual age but it's only because of her condition. She never asked for it. Plus, she's also wearing a rather short dress but a polite one. It's a dark blue, floral dress, a huge ribbon on her cleavage but still manages to show her skin.

And that, she looks rather different from the other girls here. She's not exactly a local but also not a foreigner. She's in between, she's mixed.

She knows she has to turn around now, go to the entrance bar instead. But she reminded herself why she wanted to go here in the first place — get out of her comfort zone.

So, she calmly walks to the bar, not giving a shit on how the local girls are eyeing her like she doesn't belong here and how the foreign guys are looking at her body up and down, inappropriately.

For once in her life, she can actually care less on what people think of her.

She wasn't watching where she's going while she walks to the bar stool absentmindedly and suddenly, a hard, tall body bumps into hers and a pair of strong arms catches her waist, steadying her from falling.

Shit.

Slowly, she looks up at the man through her lashes with her wide, innocent eyes and she's flustered as she meets his green eyes, staring down at her. She's frozen in her tracks. She could so easily blow this man's head off with her mind for touching her inappropriately, if she wanted to but somehow — she doesn't. Not this time.

Lloyd cocks his head to the side, furrowing his brows as his eyes examine her from head to toe, curiously. She looks different. She's wearing a cute little innocent dress that he has never seen a girl wear in a club. He can tell that this is her first time in clubs like this. Her hair's a mix of black and brown, and she's got natural curls. She doesn't look like a local girl or a foreigner — a little bit of mix. She is so fucking gorgeous, too. And he can see the blush on her cute cheeks. He thinks she's cute, too.

She stares at him too, examining his face. He has a 70s porn star stache or a trash stache that she's so into. His hair is slicked back, chocolate brown. His green eyes are fucking glowing in the darkness. The corner of his mouth twitches. She can feel his eyes burn on hers. Fuck, he's hot.

She thought he's just another white guy here but he looks different. She notices something different about him but she can't quite put her finger on what it is. She feels like he's different. She's seen a bunch of other white guys before, right in this city but he's different. He might be the most attractive and sexiest one she's ever met, though. But he looks older than she prefers.

No. He looks different in a way that he's new to this country. And she knows better to think that a foreigner would ever go to Jakarta for vacation — they're all here for work. And he doesn't look like the type to work a 9-5 job here.

Either he's a secret spy or just a normal rich guy doing business here.

Six glances at Lloyd, noticing he's been holding a woman he can't quite see for a few minutes now. He frowns at that. He's not about to let Lloyd harass a woman here. He's so against that.

He gets off the bar stool, approaching Lloyd as he taps his shoulder and she glances at him. "Hey, what are you doing—" Six cuts himself off as his eyes meet her beautiful, brown ones.

Fuck.

He's frozen in his tracks, staring at her. The infamous Sierra Six is practically paralyzed, gazing at the beautiful woman in front of him, too mesmerized of the sight. He's never seen anyone like her. And he's travelled the whole fucking world. She's too fucking beautiful and her eyes—so innocent, looking up at him with her pink, plumb lips parting.

She's stunned to see the other guy, staring at her like she's the only woman in the world and she examines him. Huh. He looks different too. And he's hot as fuck. Blondes aren't usually her type but she could make an exception just this one time.

Finally, she clears her throat and glances at both of them. "Sorry. Um, I wasn't watching where I was going." Her voice comes out soft and almost, shy.

Lloyd smiles, his hands leaving her waist as he nods. "That's fine, sweetheart. I'm glad you did bump into me. Now, let me buy a drink. What would you like?" he asks, confidently.

Because no one ever tells Lloyd no.

She chuckles. Everything in her is saying that she should refuse his offer now. She knows that this is some kind of tactic of theirs to lure a girl home. She knows what to do to him — just reject him and leave and if he can't take no for an answer then she'll actually blow his head off. At least, that's what she's supposed to do.

But, then again, she came here to get out of her comfort zone and not get back in it.

So, she nods as she hops on the bar stool beside Lloyd. Six sits right beside her in which she doesn't mind because frankly, she likes both of them.

"I'll have a sex on the beach." She tells the bartender. She needs something refreshing.

Lloyd smirks, leaning his arms on the table as she looks at him. "I love those, too. Very exotic. Though, the sand getting in is a bit of a trouble sometimes." he whispers.

She laughs, getting his dirty joke. He isn't talking about a cocktail. "Wow. Okay. Too bad though, there aren't any beaches in this city for us to do so." she flirts back and his smirk grows bigger.

Yeah, two can play the game.

Six glances at her, contemplating whether he should greet her or not. He's not going to try to flirt with her, that's for sure. He's not used to doing the flirting thing. Girls just usually come to him. And he doesn't want to ruin the moment between her and Lloyd.

The bartender hands her the cocktail and she immediately sips on it, the alcohol hitting her throat just the way she wanted it to. And now, she can let loose.

Lloyd leans into her so he doesn't have to yell through the music, "What's your name?" he finally asks.

She smiles. "I just have a nickname, what everyone calls me. Because my real name's a bit complicated, I guess. So, just call me Elle."

He's even more interested in her now, he likes complicated women. Lloyd smiles again, for the second time tonight. "I'm Lloyd. Are you a local?" he asks.

Elle chuckles. "No, I'm not. I'm also not a foreigner if you were wondering. I'm mixed. Technically, I'm an American citizen and an Indonesian citizen as well. I've been living my whole life here. Only been to the states a few times, never lived there. Are you an American?" she asks back.

Lloyd nods. "Yes. I am. See, that's why you look different from all the other girls here."

She scoffs. "Tell me, does that line always work for you?" Elle jokes.

Six chuckles from behind them. "It always does with him." he retorts and she turns to him, much to his surprise.

She smiles at him. "Hey, are you his friend?"

"More of a work partner." Lloyd replies.

Elle stares at Six, "Oh. So you're here for work?" she asks.

Six nods. "Yeah, we are." he confirms.

"What's your name?" She asks him.

He chuckles. "Well, my name's also a nickname like yours. Call me Six."

She laughs. Six? Why does that sound like an agent name and not a nickname? She's starting to realize something now. They're here for work but not for a business. They're working for the CIA. Both of them. Fuck.

She can only guess why they're here, to find out who blew up that building nearby where she lived. Shit. Shit. Shit.

They can't know. If they knew, they'll kill her or worse.

And again, another red flag. An alarms goes off in her head, telling her to get the fuck out of there right now, run as fast as she can.

But she doesn't want to.

Despite of how sexy they're both are, she's staying because of something else. There's something else drawing her to them, like a fucking magnet. Like something that can't be denied — fate.

And somehow, she feels safe in a weird, twisted way. She feels like she could trust them despite of their jobs and the obvious.

Six's lips curve into a relaxed smile, because for once he can actually let loose and not be so alert all the time. He feels safe with her, too.

Lloyd feels something else, however. He wasn't actually expecting to get laid tonight in this club, he just went here for the drinks. To blow off some steam because he was pissed where he had to stay tonight.

He also didn't see anyone interesting to fuck earlier. Until her. And maybe he can't do that here, but he can at least get a taste from her or he's going to get real cranky for the whole night.

"Hey, is this seat taken, handsome?" A local woman's voice asks with an Indonesian English accent, pointing to the seat next to Lloyd's.

Lloyd doesn't even look at the woman behind him as he keeps his eyes on Elle instead. "No, it's not. Obviously." he replies.

Elle frowns, trying to figure out what he wants. She's right here and he wants another woman? Maybe one isn't enough for him? Maybe she should leave now?

"Six, let's go buy a table. Elle, you coming?" Lloyd casually asks as he hops off the bar stool, waiting for her response.

Oh.

Huh.

That's what he wants.

She nods, looking back at Six. "Your work partner is full of surprises. Are you like that too?" Elle asks with a smile.

Six chuckles as they both hop off the bar stool together. "Maybe," he whispers as his mouth twitches.

***

Lloyd bought a table that's a booth, fit for only the three of them. In the very corner.

Elle sits with Lloyd and Six is across from them. This booth is too small. It's dark here so no one can actually see them from the center.

They can do almost anything they want.

She ordered a few refreshing cocktails in which she drank way too quickly. Five cocktails in total and she's still sober as fuck.

She should've known that even alcohol couldn't help with her condition, it's too powerful. But at least, it's letting her loose a little bit. With Lloyd's and Six's help too.

They're fun.

Six wants to stay sober so he could still stay alert, just to be safe. Lloyd is almost drunk, just a little bit tipsy after a few shots.

"How are you still not drunk?" Lloyd asks, curiously.

Elle giggles, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." she jokes. Kind of.

He laughs. "That's usually my line, sweetheart."

She lifts her eyebrows. "Of course, it is. Because you're both CIA agents, right?" she says but immediately regretting it and hoping they would just take it as a joke.

Shit. You fucking idiot.

Lloyd doesn't even notice that she's being serious as he laughs again. "Yeah, sure!"

Six heard that despite of the live music band playing loud, in the background because the booth is really that small. He frowns, noticing her serious tone. "Elle?" he calls out.

She looks at him, "Yeah. I'm serious. Look, I know this isn't exactly an ideal place to talk about this seriously but I guess fate just brought us here together. So, I'm the weapon. Surprise." Elle breaks the new, sober.

Lloyd just got sobered up real quick as he widens his eyes. He never widens his eyes, ever. He grabs both of her shoulders harshly, turning her to him. "Don't joke about that, sweetheart. I like you enough to not do what I'm supposed to do, and I'm not really in the mood to kidnap you right now." he says at her face, almost as a threat.

She shakes her head. "I'm not fucking joking or lying. Not about this. I have abilities so that's how I knew you're CIA. I felt it." she tells him.

Six leans onto the table. "Lloyd, let her go. I fucking mean it. Or this bar will turn upside down real quick. We can talk about this nicely. Let. Her. Go." He says, sternly.

He rolls his eyes, letting her go as he looks at Six. "Who's to say she's not going to blow up this bar right now?" Lloyd retorts.

"Because I don't want to. That incident—it was a fucking mistake, okay? But they did deserve it. Anyway, you'll know why I did what I had to do, you'll find out sooner enough. You're CIA after all. But what I need to know is, why are you here, in Jakarta? I know you're not going to kill me, so what?" Elle asks.

Six sighs. "We're supposed to find you and then bring you back to the states, safely. That is, if you'd cooperate." he tells her.

Lloyd grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. "And why did you come here?" he asks.

She looks at him straight in the eyes. "Same as everyone else. To drink, get fucking drunk until I could forget about everything that's going wrong in my life. I do feel guilty about what happened, you know? I'm not a monster. I'm just a girl who got caught up in the wrong place."

Lloyd lets her chin go as his face relaxes a little bit, leaning onto his chair. "Oh. Well, it is hard to believe that you did all that. Not because you're a woman—"

She cuts him off. "I know, I look very young. I get that a lot. It's my condition, comes with the super human abilities. I was a science experiment. And, I'm a witch from my mother's ancestors. That's it, you know everything about me now." Elle casually says.

Lloyd and Six widen their eyes, staring at each other in confusion. This wasn't what they expected their night would be like.

"Really?" Six is in disbelief.

"Woah, what? A science experiment, I can get behind but a witch? I thought those were just urban legends." Lloyd says.

Elle nods. "It is. I'm the only one in the world who's still alive. Well, at least the only powerful one. The others are just amateurs who focuses their weak energies on tarot cards and manifestations. Anyway here, I'll show you." she says before looking at her cocktail glass, focusing on it as it slowly raises to the air.

Telekinesis might be her favorite spell yet.

Lloyd audibly gasps and Six widens his eyes even bigger as she smirks at their reactions, while the glass lands on the table again. "See? Now, what's your plan with me?" she asks.

Six looks at her. "Well, it's kind of hard to decide that considering where we are right now. So, we'll just decide that tomorrow. We'll set up a time and place—"

Lloyd cuts him off. "No. You're coming home with us." He orders.

She turns to him. "Why does that sound like you want me to come home with you so you could fuck me and not to keep me safe because it's your mission to do so?" Elle assumes, almost teasingly.

He smirks, leaning on her face. "Maybe it's both." Lloyd says, "But you have no idea what kind of danger you're in, sweetheart. What kind of people you'd be facing. It is our mission to protect you. And, we do need you. You're our weapon. We won't let anything happen to what's ours."

She swallows, thickly. "I'll be fine. It's been a week and nothing has happened to me."

"Yet. You have any idea how many people in the black market that are after you, trying to sell you to the highest bidder? Trying to find you and then buy you? You're the first living weapon to ever exist and you're the perfect bomb for them to use." Lloyd replies, intimidatingly.

His voice sends a shiver up her spine. She knows he's not threatening her but it kinda sounds like he is. Like he's trying to scare her. Maybe he gets off on scared girls.

In reality, he just wants her to be scared for her own safety.

Elle frowns. "I'm not a fucking bomb. And I'm going home by myself, to my own house. Now I'm gonna go—to the bathroom. I've had too much cocktails." she declares, sliding out of the booth.

Lloyd and Six watches her slowly walk away from their table and to the bathrooms.

Six glares at him. "What the fuck was that? You were scaring her." he snaps.

Lloyd casually shakes his head. "No, I wasn't. I was telling her how much danger she's in. In fact, she should be scared if she wants to live. Fear is good." He defends.

He frowns. "You didn't have to fucking do that. Fuck this." Six slides off the booth and rushes away.

"Six, wait!" Lloyd yells but there's no use, he's already disappeared into the crowd and gone to the ladies bathroom.

Well, he's been to worse places before.

***

She lets the sink run, grabbing a handful of water and splashes it to her face — she needs to wake up from this nightmare. Right now.

She shouldn't have come here. It was a bad idea. A really bad one.

She knew the risks coming here, even calculated all the possible outcomes. But this, she never expected this.

"Fuck," she curses under her breath, turning off the sink as she looks around her, seeing the dark, dingy bathroom empty even the stalls too.

The door of the bathroom opens and she snaps her head towards it almost immediately — now she's really on alert after Lloyd's words.

Oh.

It's Six.

She frowns, "Six? What are you doing here? It's the ladies bathroom."

He closes the door behind him. "It's empty."

Elle scoffs. "I know, but what are you really doing here?" she asks.

Six stalks towards her and she turns to him so now their bodies are inches apart in this small bathroom. He looks down at her because of their height difference. He thinks her eyes are the most beautiful ones he's ever seen, he could get lost in it any day.

"I'm sorry, for Lloyd. He can be an asshole sometimes. And I have to work with him." Six whispers in her face.

She breaks into a chuckle. "Well then I'm sorry that you have endure that. This is your first time working with him?" Elle slowly asks.

He nods. "It is. But I heard stories of him before this. He's kind of a sociopath. But, I can't deny that he does his job well." Six admits. He'd never tell Lloyd this.

She scoffs. "He wants to fuck the weapon, me." she retorts. She's not wrong.

Six chuckles, his eyes staring up and down at her body in this tiny dress that is killing him, making her face grow hot at that. He looks even hotter close-up like this, she thinks. "Can't blame him." he whispers.

Her breath hitches, staring into his blue eyes. "But you're not." she whispers.

He cocks his head to the side. "Not what?"

She leans into his face. "Not an asshole."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I was thinking right now." Six whispers back.

She giggles, cupping his jaw. "I can know what you're thinking. I have the ability to read minds, too. And feel people's emotions."

He isn't even shocked by that anymore, he's more turned on. "Tell me what I'm thinking,"

She slowly nods, focusing on his mind and immediately widens her eyes as soon as she read his mind. "You want to make me come around your fingers, have a taste of me and then fuck me against the bathroom wall, right here, right now." Elle whispers, swallowing thickly.

Six smirks as he's getting harder by the second, "Fuck, you read my mind. Literally. So, you gonna let me do it?" he asks.

"We can't do that here." She softly says.

"Why not?"

"We'll get caught."

He chuckles. "I can be discreet when I want to. I was trained like that." Six tells her.

Normally, he would never in a million years spill his secret, about who he is — no matter how drunk or high he'd be — but she knows what she needs to know about him already so there's no use hiding it anymore.

And in a way, he likes that she knows about him already, so he can be himself.

This would be different from all his other hook-ups around the world because she's the first to ever actually know him, who he really is. And not just his identity but also what's on his mind — he's always been so closed off, never letting anyone break past his protective shield. It's not like he had a choice.

"What about Lloyd?" She asks, breath hitching and wetness already starting to pool around her panties.

Six frowns. "What about him? You want him, too? Or just him?" he asks, softly.

She nods. "I want both of you."

Fuck. He just got harder by her words. If that's even possible. He didn't think that the idea of sharing her would turn him on. Especially with Lloyd, out of all people.

He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Well, you can't have both of us tonight. At least, not at the same time." Six whispers.

Elle smiles, harshly tugging him by his shirt. "Well then, I guess I'll have you first." she murmurs before pulling him toward her, closing their gap and she kissed him.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her back slow and gentle. Her lips are so fucking soft and perfect against his and he was losing control — he wanted to rip her tiny little dress off and savored every inch of her body, fucked her all night long in this gross, dingy bar regardless of the fucking mission.

He's never been like this before. He's always so controlled and emotionally repressed and compartmentalizing everything he's feeling or thinking. But now, with her, he can't even think clearly. It's like she put him under her spell — which she didn't.

She let out a soft moan, "I heard that. What you were thinking." she whispered against his mouth.

Of course she did.

Six moved his hand to her waist, pressing her to him as he bit her bottom lip and she moaned again. "That was an intrusive thought but if you keep making those sounds, it won't be anymore." he says.

"I wouldn't mind if you fucked me all night long, anyway. I have enhanced strength, technically. Could go for hours without even breaking a sweat." she smirked against his mouth and he let out a strained groan as she pressed her thigh against his bulge.

"Everything you keep saying just turns me on even more." He drawls before pulling her towards the nearest stall as he kicks the door open and shoves them inside, locking the door with his hand behind his back in a spilt second all while still having her lips on his.

Elle breaks the kiss, throwing her head back on the wall as she took her time to look at him. He looks calm, his eyes are naked lust and he doesn't recall when's the last time he's ever wanted anyone this bad that he completely forgot about everything, including the important mission.

He stares back at her beautiful, brown eyes. "How old are you?" he asks.

She lets out a giggle. "Wow. Seriously? It doesn't matter because I don't look my age and I won't ever. I age slow, basically. But, if you really want to know, I'm 29."

Six lifts his eyebrows. "Oh. Okay. Just wanted to make sure before I..." he trails off.

She smirks. "Before you fuck me against this wall? Sure. Looking forward to it, right about now, you know." she teases before brushing her lips against his again.

But this time, he can't be gentle and slow anymore. He pulls her lips closer to his until she opens her mouth for him and it fits perfectly against his and he deepens that kiss. Then he practically devours each and every inch of her lips, leaving no space to breathe as they're melted into each other. He doesn't even know why he's so consumed by her but he's enjoying the feeling regardless.

She grabs his hand and guides it under her dress, quietly telling him it's okay to touch her now since she can't even talk anymore because he's literally sucking her oxygen from her lungs. "Touch me, however you want," she manages to breathe out before pulling her lips one inch away from his.

Six doesn't waste his time as he does what he's told like he's used to, but at least now it's not an order but a request, a desperate plea. He slides his hand beneath her panties as he runs his thick finger through her soft and wet slick and he groaned loudly, didn't even give a shit if someone heard it outside.

"Shit, you're so wet. How? I haven't even touched you properly yet. Is it because of him or me?" He drawls in a soft, sexy tone.

She lets out another soft moan. "Both." she pants and without warning, he slides two of his fingers inside her core making her moan even louder as he quickly covers her mouth with his hand.

"I need to you to be as quiet as you can, okay? This is how we'll be discreet. No sounds." Six orders in another soft tone.

Elle quietly nods and he curls his fingers inside her in a certain spot as she lets out a strained moan against his hand. As much as he'd loved to hear her moans in his ears, he's still aware about his surroundings and needs to be alert.

Her cunt clenched around his fingers and he could feel her getting wetter and wetter each second. His calloused fingers began thrusting and curling inside her as he leans his face on her cheek, burying his nose against her skin, inhaling her sweet scent. She smells like peach and sandalwood — a combination of her favorite body mist.

As she moans helplessly around his hand, her fingers finds his hair and she pulls on it, as hard as possible with all of her enhanced strength. He softly hisses at the pain but he's loving it too. He didn't even know that he had a pain kink.

He wished he could stay like this forever, being carefree and forgetting about the mission he has to do even if it's just for a while. Sometimes, he gets tired of having to these missions all the time and never getting an ounce of rest or even, fun.

"You're soaking me, Elle. Let go. Lloyd's probably getting impatient already." he whispers in her ear as she nods frantically before he gives her a few thrusts. "Come around my fingers just like how you said it from my mind earlier."

She did. She came around his fingers as he removes it from her and his hand on her mouth as well, he lifts his head to look at her. "Good girl." Six murmurs, tucking her hair under her ear.

She breaks into a chuckle. "You're not very good with dirty talk, are you? Not that, it didn't turn me on but it just, needs a little bit of work. Sorry." Elle admits as she smiles.

He chuckles back. "No, not that good. I, uh, don't usually do that. My work requires me to be all around the world and I never had the time to even get to know someone to fuck them. I just fuck them, unpaid or paid."

"So, what changed with me? Am I different from all the other woman you've been with across the world?" She asks.

Six smiles at her. "You are. And I'm hoping that we'll have enough time to actually get to know each other? You seem like someone worth knowing." he says, genuinely.

She giggles and nods. "Yeah, of course. I want to know you too, you know. Probably know your real name, someday?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "Never. I'm a gray man, I exist in the gray. No one's supposed to know my real identity or that would defeat the whole purpose." Six tells her in a serious tone.

Elle nods, turning serious. "Okay, well. Now what? I know you don't want to fuck me anymore. I can feel it." she pouts.

Six cups her cheeks and she looks him in the eyes. "That's not true. I do want to fuck you but just not here. I want to do it right with you and not in some gross bathroom bar."

"When?" she asks, tone weak and soft.

"Anytime you want." He says, planting a soft kiss on her lips before drawing back from her.

She nods, grabbing his hand as they exit the bathroom stall to go back to Lloyd.

***

Lloyd is fucking annoyed.

He's left alone by Six and Elle and he's guessing that they're probably talking shit about him right now because it's been more than ten fucking minutes that they've been in that bathroom.

A few local girls approached him earlier and tried flirting with him, with the worst English he's ever heard in his life and they're not even attractive to him so he had to tell them to leave with the most cruel words he could think of.

He doesn't want them. He wants her.

"Hey!" Elle yells through the loud music, appearing from the crowd as she's walking towards the booth with Six beside her and they're holding hands.

Lloyd's face softens at the sight of her. Finally. About fucking time she showed up.

She slides inside the booth beside him and Six resumes his previous seat. Lloyd turns to her, "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Bathroom." Elle replies, innocently with a smirk.

He rolls his eyes. "I know that, but what the fuck were you doing in there? You took ages." Lloyd remarks.

She leans into him, her smirk stretches into a smile, "We kissed. And then, he fingered me." she blurts out.

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "What the fuck?" he turns to Six, "Hey, I saw her first, you fucker. I'm supposed to be the one who—" he rambles but gets cut off as she grabs his face and connects her lips to his, shutting him up as Six smirks at her action and he immediately responds to the kiss, deepening it, his hand pressed behind her head to urge her closer and closer.

That's probably the only way to get Lloyd to ever shut his mouth. But only the right person could do so. If this was any other woman, he would've pushed her off immediately just for interrupting him.

He pulls her even closer by her waist, both of his hands wandering her back, his fingers could feel her skin through the thin fabric of her dress as he runs his tongue across her bottom lip and bites it, kissing her even rougher making her moan softly at that.

"Do you want a taste?" she asks against his mouth.

Lloyd pulls away from the kiss to look at her. "Still didn't like the fact that Six had you first. I saw you first, sweetheart."

"I choose you both, not either of you. So, stop grumbling about who was supposed to have me first. I'm not a trophy, Lloyd." Elle says.

He smirks. "No. You're something so much more precious than a trophy." Lloyd murmurs, his fingers brushing her soft hair as he cups her face.

Six chuckles. "He's right. You are." he adds.

Elle smiles. "So, I'm special, huh?"

Lloyd smirks. "More than anything. And I'm not just saying that because I got a hard on for you, twice tonight. Now it's the third time. But you really are. You have potential."

She giggles. "At what? Killing people?"

His eyebrows pull together. "Bad people, sweetheart. I'm sure whoever you killed did deserve it."

She frowns. "They did. But it doesn't mean they deserved to die. I don't get to decide who lives or die, Lloyd."

"Sure you do. We do. Right, Six? He's the CIA's assassin, you know. The best. He's killed countless people all over the world. They were all bad people." He says, glancing over at Six for a while as he nods at her.

Elle's eyes bore into his. "Then what makes us different from all of them if we just keep on killing and killing?" she asks.

Lloyd tucks her hair under her ear as he sighs. "Honestly? I don't fucking know. All I know is we work for the CIA and the government so, at least we're always on the right track of the law. No matter how many people we kill. Because we do it all for them. We're all just pawns in a game, sweetheart." he says.

She carefully nods. "But, you still do it?"

He chuckles. "It pays well. Besides, I can do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want. They can never say no to me because I'm their valuable asset. I'm good at my fucking job no matter how much I hate it."

Six slides out of his seat and walks over to them, as she scoots over for him while he sits right beside her. So now she's sandwiched between the two guys. The booth is incredibly small but they still fit in there, somehow.

He leans into her and she turns to him. "I'm different from Lloyd. I didn't exactly have a choice with the agency. It was either prison for life or being their assassin. But, you still have a choice, Elle. You sure you still want this? There's no going back after this." Six cautiously warns her.

Elle quickly nods. "To be honest, I'm only doing this because I know that the CIA will recruit me as their asset just like you guys and then after that, at least I'll be useful. I can use my abilities for something good. I couldn't exactly be a vigilante here, I'd most likely end up in jail and I'd die before having to be in an Indonesian jail. It's disgusting." She giggles softly.

Lloyd chuckles and Six smiles at her as her lips curve into a wide smile at the sight of both of them like this with her. It's messy, chaotic but there's beauty in it — comfort, too.

"At least you're doing this for a good cause. But we're not." Lloyd says in a intimidating way as she turns to him.

Elle nods, wrapping her hand around the side of his neck. "I know that you kill and torture people for a living, Lloyd. It doesn't faze me or scare me. And I know that I'm going to be in that world sooner or later. I just hope that I wouldn't be alone to face all that."

He frowned. "You would be. We all are, sweetheart. We're all alone in this." Lloyd softly murmurs.

Six leans closer to her and tucks her hair under her ear as his rough fingers caress her soft cheek. "At least not for tonight." he says.

She softly chuckles, her eyes darting to his. "Then we should probably savor this night while it's still young." Elle says before brushing her lips against Six's, kissing him harder than ever that their teeth click as she bites his bottom lip, hard, making it bleed.

She's in a rough mood. Sometimes she just likes it rough.

Six cups her cheeks, again. "Fuck, I think I might have a pain kink." he murmurs against her lips but Lloyd heard that as he chuckles out loud.

"Didn't even know you were capable of having kinks, Six." Lloyd jokes as he grabs her chin and breaks their kiss.

Elle whines before he connects his lips to hers, his palm glued to her cheek as his other hand travels down to her inner thigh, sliding under her dress. "A taste, Elle?" he asks against her lips and she nods frantically.

Lloyd's hand slides upper, his thick and calloused fingers finding her soaked panties and his lips stretches against her as he smirks and she could feel that.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You're so fucking wet. But I bet you could've made you cum harder than him." he teases, soaking her even more.

She pulls her lips away as her hand cups his jaw harshly and that makes his smirk grow even wider. "Just a taste, Lloyd." she reminds him before his fingers slide in her cunt and his thumb rubs her clit as she lets out a soft moan at that, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Fucker.

He's teasing her more and more. He loves it.

Six brushes her hair aside from her neck as he buries his face against her neck, inhaling her scent again — he's addicted to her smell now. "You smell so sweet." he murmurs against her skin before his lips nibbles on her neck and she moans even louder.

"Shit. We're not supposed to do this. I mean this is a really vulgar view. This city has some strict rules..." Elle slurs out but she's too drunk of pleasure and them, she can't even finish her sentence.

It is true, though. This city and this country has some religious strict rules. Commiting sexual acts in public could get anyone arrested here. But this club is dark and loud, no one is paying attention to them right now. She just isn't used to do this.

"Fuck the rules, sweetheart. Don't mean dick to me." Lloyd retorts, drunkenly as she rolls her eyes playfully.

Six hums against her neck, agreeing with Lloyd, out of all people. And again, just like in the bathroom, he doesn't give a shit about the rules either — he always does. In every country he visited, he was aware that they each had different kind of rules that were a bit weird but he always follows them anyway. He doesn't like to cause trouble.

Lloyd does and he'd always just pay off people to pretend they didn't see anything.

Elle quietly smirks and Lloyd swipes his finger around her wet sex as he takes his hand out of her panties. Six lifts his head from her neck while he watches Lloyd suck his own fingers that are coated in her cum and she lets out a soft, breathy moan at the sight.

Oh, fuck.

It's turning both of them on. Elle and Six.

"You taste even sweeter." Lloyd remarks with a smirk on his shiny lips.

She breaks into a soft chuckle. "Fucking hell. I think I just got even more wetter." she admits as Six chuckles with her.

Lloyd gives her a half smile. "Then, come home with us. It's a shitty place but I could book us a nice hotel just for tonight."

Six narrows his eyes at him. "Us?"

He nods. "Yes, us. Three of us. Come on, I can share just for one night." Lloyd replies.

Elle shakes her head. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. I have to come home tonight. As tempting it does sound..." she trails off, contemplating it.

"Say yes, Elle. It'll be easier to talk about the CIA after." Six tries to convince her.

She sighs, shaking her head again as she glances at both of them with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but no. I have to be home due to strict curfew hours in my neighborhood and I have some things to take care of. We'll just meet tomorrow. I'll give you my address and my number. Come to my house in the afternoon and we'll discuss more about the CIA there." Elle tells them.

Sure, it's an easy solution. But then, they would never have the chance to fuck when it is what they both want right this second.

Lloyd sighs in defeat. He doesn't want to push. Or drag her the fuck out of here like he usually does to people who don't listen to him. For once, he's letting things not go his way.

Six nods. "Of course. We'll do what you want. Whatever it is." he tells her.

She turns to him and smiles. "Thank you," she quietly says before grabbing her purse and taking out her pen as she grabs a clean paper napkin on the table, writing her phone number and her complete house address.

"Alright, there we go." Elle taps the napkin on the table, a bit confused on who to give it to. Both of them examine her neat writing before Lloyd grabs it.

"Okay, we'll see tomorrow. When I'm sober enough to talk about the fucking CIA and all the other shit." Lloyd grumbles as he shoves the napkin inside his pocket.

She giggles. "You should probably get sober and go home. How are you both getting home?" Elle asks, glancing at them.

"We have a personal driver that we hired from here. But, we're good for now. You go home, and we'll stay here for a few drinks and food. We had a really long flight earlier." Lloyd replies.

Elle nods. "Okay. Be safe." she says, taking her purse.

Six frowns. "You be safe, Elle. You're the one driving alone." he says.

"Yeah, the only one here, apparently. Look, I meant what I said earlier, I can't get drunk at all. So now, I'm completely sober enough to drive and defend myself if anything happens. I've done it my whole life, alone." she tells them.

"We know. But it is our mission to protect you." Six says and she smiles at him.

Lloyd tilts his head, grabbing her cheek with his palm. "One last kiss, sweetheart." he murmurs as she nods and connects her lips against his again while he deepens the kiss so deep that their teeth click as he fists her hair from behind all the while Six watches them, patiently.

She whines softly against the kiss, her hands resting on his chest as she pulls away from the kiss before it gets too deep. "Shit. I need to go home. Fuck. Okay, I'm going home." Elle declares as he smirks and Six chuckles.

"You going to continue the night with another girl from here? Genuine question, you know." She teases Lloyd.

He grins. "Nah. I don't want anyone here. Haven't see anyone interesting enough as you." Lloyd remarks in a serious tone and she tries to hide her smile and her cheeks are turning red. Her stomach twists in a knot.

Elle casually nods. "Hm. Okay, then. I was just curious."

He looks behind her at Six. "Go home, kill anyone who's standing in your fucking way. And, give Six a goodnight kiss. He's been waiting for it." Lloyd comments.

Six rolls his eyes and she giggles, turning to him as she leans into him, her hands on his thighs. "See you." Elle whispers before gently pressing her lips on his in a slow, passionate kiss while he just follows her gentle rhythm and wraps his hands around her waist.

Lloyd watches as her body and her lips melt into his while he gets a clear view of her ass and her bare legs from that tiny dress of hers.

"Call us if anything happens tonight. I mean it, Elle." Six murmurs softly against her mouth as he breaks the kiss, cupping her cheeks again. He's lost count on how many times he's cupped her cheeks tonight. He can't help it, she's just too fucking cute.

She nods. "Of course. I mean, I'd need you or Lloyd to save my number first and then text me or call me for me to save your number as well so I could contact you guys." Elle explains plainly.

Lloyd chuckles. "I'll save your number, sweetheart. Don't forget to send me some nudes." he teases, half-joking as he smirks.

She rolls her eyes. Six grins, ducking away as he slides out of the booth and resumes his previous seat, across from them.

Elle slides further out of the seat before she turns around to Lloyd. "Hey, asshole. Get sober and stay in your table unless you want someone here to take your wallet. Pickpocket. It's a thing here, very common, okay?" she says to him as her palm reaches out to his cheek.

Lloyd nods as he hums in response and she leans forward, giving his cheek a quick kiss before getting up from her seat completely.

She stands in front of them, looking down at both of them as she smiles, blissfully. She's not drunk or high but she's in a little happier state than when she first came in here. Her coming here wasn't a really bad idea, after all. She expected to feel better coming here but it wasn't the alochol that made her feel better, it was them.

A fucking blessing in disguise.

"Bye, boys." Elle says seductively, waving her hand as her smile turns into a smirk, knowing damn well what kind of affect she just left on them.

She's always been simple and plain with her love life or sex life. It's always polite, nerdy boys from her neighbourhood or her old school or her church or anyone from her small town. She's never been with actual men who'd be willing to do anything for her, kill for her, fuck her rough, accept her dark parts — she's always craved that, secretly.

She could see all that with them. She knows this isn't going to be a short mission for them. She knows literally everything already. She can practically feel the future.

But sometimes, she doesn't trust her own feelings. She likes to let things flow and focus on the present instead. So most of the time, she ignores the future that she knows.

She turns around, slowly walking away from them as they watch her disappear into the crowd.

Lloyd frowns. Six adjust his pants.

They're both left frustrated by her.

And she knows that.

Elle smirks as she makes her way out of the bar, sober and satisfied.

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[Ace X Jeff X Élodie X Felix X Zarina] Birthday blues

I may be writing for an audience of one (myself) but I just love all of these idiots and think they should kiss. Continuation of this fic set in the same AU, this time starring a very disgruntled Ace. Rated M | 3.8k words | ao3 link

"¡Che, boludo! Are you fucking stupid!?" Ace yelled. "It says forty kilometers, not 'slam the brakes and drive in first gear'! Christ, my abuela was a better driver than you and she was blind!"

Predictably, the Toyota in front just kept trucking along at a snail’s pace as the idiot behind its wheel remained oblivious to Ace’s tantrum.

Ace huffed and sagged back against the car seat, barely resisting the urge to blast the horn to make his displeasure known. Instead, he busied himself with adjusting the rear view mirror, because it was Jeff’s car and he and Ace were very much not the same size. Ace usually couldn't be assed since the only time he used the mirrors was to check himself out rather than look at traffic—probably one of the reasons people were reluctant to let him drive—but he felt a petty sense of glee when he noticed a line of cars forming because of the stupid Toyota.

Ace didn't normally get road rage; in fact, he was usually the one laughing at Felix’s German insults and Zarina’s swearing behind the wheel. But today was his birthday, and it was a special kind of torture to be stuck in rush hour behind some Sunday driver when he just wanted to get home.

Not that there was anything there waiting for him. Felix was at work and would run late because of some seminar, Élodie was sleeping off the jet lag after her trip to Indonesia, Zarina was nose-deep in editing her latest documentary and had barely left her room for days, and Jeff was finishing up his latest painting for some art collector.

All things which were evidently more important than Ace.

At least Jeff was going to cook for him—which wasn't really saying much, since it was his turn to make dinner regardless, but Ace felt better if he didn’t think about that. Of course, grocery shopping had also been on Jeff’s to-do list, but he'd emerged from his studio looking so frazzled and asked Ace with his puppy eyes if Ace could possibly make the trip for him.

And because Ace loved Jeff, and had pretty much been lounging on the couch in his PJs doing absolutely nothing anyway—definitely not moping after he'd gotten up early to see Felix off for work and Felix not only didn't bring up his birthday, but asked Ace to make him coffee and then fucked off without even a goodbye kiss—he'd agreed.

Part of Ace had still been hoping the grocery run would reveal some sneaky plans Jeff had for his birthday. He'd patiently waited for Jeff to write a shopping list and then immediately read it as soon as he got into the car. But there was nothing: no birthday candles, no ingredients for any of Ace's favorite foods, no wine, no flavored lube…

Clearly, nothing indicating Ace's birthday at all.

Ace might have conducted himself a little aggressively once he arrived at the supermarket, flinging things into his shopping cart and purposefully ramming it into the cart of a blond guy in a suit. He also decided to get a bunch of extra items outside of the list and use their joint account to pay for all of it, because it was his birthday, dammit, and seeing as none of his partners bothered getting him any gifts he'd get them himself.

Except a grocery store at rush hour wasn't exactly the best setting for meaningful birthday gifts. Still, Ace vindictively piled on a couple gift cards, the most expensive bottle of wine he could find, one single cupcake and birthday candles, and a can of condensed milk he fully planned to eat straight out of the tin because fucking stupid Germany didn't have dulce de leche.

Ace was already feeling a little better as he made his way to the checkout: nothing like some good ol' retail therapy to fill the void of being ignored by the people he loved.

And then, of course, the card of their joint account declined. Because Zarina was responsible for it, and she'd barely remembered what day it was when Ace last saw her in the middle of her editing frenzy.

So Ace had to pay for the groceries with his own card and leave out all the extras, because he absolutely refused to pay for his own gifts out of principle. And definitely not because he couldn't afford them.

That turned out to be a blessing in disguise because Ace was barely able to carry the bags to the car as it was. And leaving the nice wine bottle at the store was somewhat preferable to trying to juggle it with the bags and having it smash into pieces on the parking lot pavement.

After all of that, a little road rage felt pretty deserved.

Ace's hands were still shaking on the steering wheel. He couldn't remember when he'd last been this angry; it wasn't like he'd expected much for his birthday, because he knew how busy everyone would be. But just some acknowledgement—or maybe a guarantee that they'd celebrate together at a later date when everyone had more time—would have gone a long way.

Ace didn't need brunch and champagne in bed like they'd done for Felix's birthday, or the seven-course dinner at that fancy restaurant they went to for Élodie's. Sure, Ace had planned those months in advance, but he knew the others weren’t as sentimental—even if he already knew what he was getting Zarina and Jeff even though it was half a year until their birthdays. 

But that was what you did, wasn’t it? Admittedly Ace had always been a little materialistic, but if you liked someone, you gave them something nice, even if it was just a bouquet of wildflowers you'd picked off the side of the road or a half-burnt omelet that didn’t quite turn out like the recipe promised. Ace would have been happy with birthday kisses and a cheap gift and ordering takeout from the shitty kebab place with free delivery, and that really wasn't unreasonable to ask of his partners; no matter how busy they were.

Maybe they just didn't like him enough to bother.

Ace let out a half-hysteric, half-pathetic laugh. If he somehow ended up getting dumped by four people on his birthday, he really didn't know what he'd do.

…Except piss in Felix's koi pond in revenge, but after that.

So he just wouldn't think about it. And besides, everyone acted like this was just a normal day, and not a let's-finally-kick-Ace-to-the-curb day. Ace just had to act like it too, because it wasn't like he could bring up the birthday thing now. If they genuinely forgot, it would make them feel bad and nobody would have time to throw anything together on such short notice anyway, and then everyone would be miserable. And if they actually were ignoring it on purpose, well, then Ace would feel even more awful than he did now.

Ace would just go home and unload the groceries, and then call his sister, because she'd sent him a happy birthday text earlier, because someone actually cared. By that time, Jeff would probably have finished dinner but he'd eat in his studio like he always did when he was busy, so Ace would eat alone and likely end up doing the dishes like some pathetic Cinderella without a fairy godmother.

Then he'd steal a couple of Élodie's expensive French chocolates for dessert, go upstairs and have a sad wank alone, and come back down to get a drink—probably trying and failing to find anything but the gross boxed Merlot they kept under the sink and nobody wanted to drink. Nonetheless, he'd take the garbage wine to the living room and spite-watch the new episode of Zarina's favorite show without her, and if he was lucky it would be late enough that Élodie was up and maybe joined him for some cuddles. 

Or yelled at him for eating the chocolates. Whatever.

In any case, Ace had no illusions that he wasn't sleeping alone tonight. Jeff and Zarina would work to well after midnight, Élodie would only start eating breakfast once Ace went to bed, and Felix would be in his don't-touch-me-or-talk-to-me mood after his work event inevitably ran long.

Lost in his thoughts, Ace managed the rest of the drive home without further meltdowns, but he was still seething once he pulled up in the driveway to the Richter manor. He didn't even bother to park the car in the garage—Felix would probably have nagged at him for parking wrong anyway—and just pulled to a stop by the front door.

He hefted out the ridiculously heavy grocery bags, silently complained that he was getting way too old for this shit, and left Jeff's car right there in the middle of the driveway to annoy anyone who tried to leave or enter the property. Hopefully it would get shat on by some birds.

Ace walked up the steps to the house and prayed that the handles of the bags didn’t snap. He managed to maneuver the bags into one hand without catastrophe striking, and unlocked the door with the other…

And the door got jammed. Fantastic.

"Fucking…piece of shit!" Ace cursed, violently jiggling the key in the lock.

Finally, the door unlocked and Ace shouldered it open. Once inside, he turned to face it and, hands still occupied, kicked it shut with as much force as he could.

The whole wall shook and rattled from the impact and Ace glared at the door some more.

“That’ll teach you,” he said smugly.

“Mon Dieu, what did the poor door do to you?”

“Very funny,” Ace said, still annoyed. He turned around to face Élodie, already complaining, “You gonna give me a hand or—”

And that was when he very nearly dropped the bags he’d worked so hard to get home in one piece.

Élodie was not wearing the comfy reindeer one-piece she usually lived in after a long business trip. Neither was she wearing her regular silk pajamas or one of Jeff’s oversized band shirts she was prone to stealing.

No, Élodie stood there in the Richter manor’s foyer on an unassuming Tuesday afternoon, dressed in nothing but a sinfully flattering bustier and lacy stockings.

“Welcome home, m'amour.” She strutted up to Ace and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which was probably good considering Ace’s mouth was occupied with gaping like a fish. “Do you like my new outfit?” she asked, stepping back and doing a little twirl.

"I, uh…" Ace floundered as he greedily drank in the sight of her, his previous anger all but forgotten.

The mint color of the lingerie contrasted Élodie’s skin tone beautifully. White lace framed the swell of her breasts and the tiny hem of a skirt was barely enough to cover her panties. Ace’s eyes followed the garter straps down her thick thighs and he had to swallow a groan once they reached the lace edge of the stockings.

Élodie really wasn’t playing fair; she knew how weak Ace was for the thigh-highs.

"You’re stunning,” Ace said, a little breathlessly. His fingers itched to touch and he realized he was still holding the stupid bags.

Not one to be deterred, he eagerly continued, “That bustier is gorgeous. Did you buy it on your trip? You look even more beautiful than usual, if that’s possible.”

Élodie smiled, clearly pleased. "Flatterer."

"Wait, how are you up already?" Ace remembered, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from her figure. “Were you waiting for me?"

"Of course I was,” Élodie said. “We had to send you away for some errands to not ruin the surprise.”

"What surprise?"

A low chuckle sounded to his left. "Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday,” Jeff said, stepping out of the kitchen. “Oh, let me get those for you.”

Jeff grabbed the shopping bags from Ace, but he barely registered the action—a small part of his brain was celebrating that somebody had remembered his birthday, another was relieved to finally be rid of the heavy bags, but the rest chose to focus on…

"Are you wearing flannel?" Ace exclaimed. It couldn’t be: Jeff hated flannel. Jeff didn’t even own flannel, and Felix sure as hell didn’t either, so—

Jeff shrugged, his cheeks pinking. "You keep calling me a lumberjack, so…"

"A sexy lumberjack," Ace corrected. Then, his expression softened as he realized, "You dressed up as a sexy lumberjack for my birthday."

Jeff gave him a tentative smile. "Do you like it?"

Like it? Jeff looked like something straight out of a gay porno, with his luscious beard and messy man bun and red and black checkered shirt that hugged his massive shoulders and soft belly.

"I'm gonna climb you like a tree," Ace concluded.

Jeff laughed, then stepped back into the kitchen with an, “I’ll go put these away.”

"What’s with the dress-up party?" Ace asked, turning back to Élodie. "Did you two conspire some birthday shenanigans while I was gone?"

"Two?" Élodie quirked an eyebrow. "Your turn, mon coeur."

And that was when Felix stepped out from around a corner where he'd apparently been eavesdropping.

"You got me a Felix?" Ace joked. "I love it."

Élodie chuckled. "Your actual gifts are in the kitchen. I just thought this was more urgent."

"And that's why you're the brains of this household," Ace’s mouth ran on autopilot while he ogled Felix.

Felix fidgeted under his gaze, crossing and uncrossing his arms over his chest where he was wearing a gold-trimmed white vest over a black dress shirt. He looked unfairly good—he always did, but these clothes somehow only highlighted it.

Ace cocked his head. "Is the vest new?"

"No, but it's the first time I've convinced him to wear it." Élodie pushed at Felix's shoulder. "Turn around, mon chéri."

"I feel like a Barbie doll," Felix muttered but still did as he was told.

"You look like one too," Élodie shot back.

Ace was about to add his own witty comment but proceeded to choke on his own spit instead as soon as Felix turned around.

Felix's vest had criss-crossed lace down the entirety of the back, and suddenly it became clear why he looked even better than usual today. He wasn’t wearing just any old vest Élodie had dug out from his overflowing closet of designer suits: he was wearing a corset vest. 

Ace stepped closer like hypnotized, running his fingers over the X-pattern of the lace. The vest made Felix’s already drool-worthy shoulder to waist ratio even more pronounced, cinching his middle and highlighting both his broad shoulders and the curve of his ass. 

Ace had never seen a man in a corset before and his brain was more than a little scrambled. He simultaneously wanted to grab Felix's tiny waist and cling to his defined shoulders and pull on the lace while Felix laid on his front and squirmed and—

"Doesn't he look adorable?" Élodie asked once Felix turned back to face them.

Adorable definitely wasn’t the word Ace would use. "Uh…" he looked stupidly up at Felix, silently wondering how much he’d have to beg to get him to wear only the vest in bed.

Felix winced. "I told you this was a stupid idea. He doesn’t even like it—"

"I want to eat you," was what finally came out of Ace’s mouth.

Élodie laughed and Felix sputtered, his face flushing with pink blotches.

"But, wait.” Ace shook his head, trying to refocus. “I thought you had that seminar today? I wasn’t expecting you home before…"

"I took the afternoon off." Felix looked at him with a small smile. "I didn’t want to miss your birthday."

Élodie cleared her throat and Felix grimaced.

"...Which I only remember once Élodie called me," Felix said. “I forgot, I'm sorry. I must have seemed like an ass this morning."

"I'm suddenly having a lot of trouble even remembering this morning," Ace said, then smirked when an idea formed in his head. "But I do remember you still owe me a kiss."

Felix chuckled and leaned down to kiss him, wrapping an arm around Ace's waist and pulling him close the way that always made Ace weak in the knees. His mouth was hot and insistent and Ace did his best to kiss back while eagerly pawing at Felix’s muscular chest over the vest.

“I got you flowers,” Felix said when pulling away, much sooner than Ace would have liked. “They’re in the kitchen. Did you want to…?”

“Mm, no, that’s okay.” Ace stepped back and looked at both Élodie and Felix in turn; they really made quite a picture. “I bet they’re beautiful, but I’m enjoying the view right here. Though I feel very underdressed,” he added with a grin and self-conscious shrug.

Élodie smiled knowingly. "Do you need some help getting out of your clothes?"

Ace perked up and certain other parts of him did too. "Yes, absolutely. I am completely helpless and exhausted from carrying groceries and require at least four extra—" He saw Jeff exit the kitchen. "—six extra hands to take off my pants."

Jeff chuckled and leaned in for a quick kiss, his lips warm and a little chapped against Ace’s.

“Here,” Jeff said, handing him a drink.

The cocktail was bright red and had a small orange slice on top. When Ace sipped it, the strong tastes of Campari and vermouth mingled on his tongue—ah, an Americano.

Ace sighed indulgently and leaned into Jeff. “Oh, this is so much better than that under the sink wine.”

“Ugh, I keep forgetting to throw that away,” Felix muttered to himself.

“Why don’t we head upstairs?” Jeff asked, his voice a deep rumble in Ace’s ear.

Ace shivered from the pleasant scratch of Jeff’s beard against his hair and the warmth of his big hand splaying over Ace’s lower back. It was a small miracle he managed to resist throwing himself at Jeff and ask him to carry him to bed.

“Are you sure? What about dinner?” Ace asked instead, managing to summon the last of his brain cells. “And shouldn’t we wait for Zarina?”

Yes, he might have been getting a little greedy, as he already had three of his partners right here who seemed very eager to celebrate his birthday. But it wouldn’t be the same without Zarina, because Ace loved them all very much and was sentimental like that.

He also really, really wanted a fivesome if he could get it.

Fortunately, Élodie informed him, “Zarina finished her editing earlier. Who do you think laced Felix up?”

Élodie laughed and Ace did too, because Zarina was freakishly strong for her size. He could vividly picture her aggressively pulling on Felix's corset with one foot braced on his ass.

"I'm actually sad I missed that," Ace said.

"The screaming was a little funny," Jeff admitted.

Felix’s face reddened even more. "It wasn't supposed to be that tight, and I was staying still even if she claims otherwise!"

Ace barked out another laugh, then suddenly felt silly, standing there laughing with the people he’d been so annoyed with earlier.

"I can’t believe I thought you guys actually forgot.” Ace said. He took a sip of liquid courage and sheepishly admitted, “I, well… I kind of had a tantrum at the supermarket. And on the drive home."

Jeff rubbed soothingly up and down Ace’s back and Felix just nodded, like road rage was perfectly acceptable. Élodie however pouted and stepped closer, laying a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry we made you think we didn't care," Élodie said, then kissed his jaw sweetly. "We love you, mon chéri. You are so precious to us."

Ace’s face heated and even Jeff and Felix shuffled their feet awkwardly. Talking about feelings wasn't really something any of them were particularly good at—Zarina included—but for Élodie, it always seemed to come easy. They'd somewhat accepted that sometimes, she had to speak for all of them.

"Thank you, mi corazon." Ace clasped Élodie's hand with his spare one and kissed her knuckles, before looking up with a smirk. "I feel a little bad about planning to eat all your fancy chocolates now."

Élodie patted his cheek. "Trust me, I would have done much worse if you forgot my birthday.”

Ace laughed. "Noted." There was a muted crash from upstairs. "Um…is Zarina okay?"

Élodie cocked her hip and smiled suggestively. "Yes, she's just making the master bedroom a little…cozier."

“I’ve never seen that many candles in my life,” Jeff huffed.

Felix's brows pinched together. “If she starts a fire…”

"Oh, relax, m'amour," Élodie said. "This evening is all about romance—"

"Has anyone seen my strap-on!?" Zarina’s voice echoed from upstairs.

"It’s still in Felix’s room from last time!" Élodie yelled back, not missing a beat. 

Ace nearly choked on his drink and Felix gave Élodie a look of absolute betrayal.

“Thank you!” Zarina shouted before a door slammed shut upstairs.

Élodie sighed. "Ah, and there goes that surprise."

Ace’s stomach did an excited little flip-flop. With the way things were looking, he probably wouldn’t be able to walk properly tomorrow.

But man, would it be worth it.

"We should check on Zarina," Felix said, when Ace knew what he really meant was, “I need to make sure Zarina doesn’t burn my house down or reveal any more embarrassing aspects of my sex life.”

Maybe Ace could convince him to demonstrate his previous encounter with Zarina and her strap.

“We should check on her,” Élodie agreed, then looked at Jeff and asked, "If everything with the order went okay?”

Ace craned his neck to peer up at Jeff over his shoulder. "Order?"

“I took the liberty of ordering in from that Ethiopian place you like,” Jeff said, still petting Ace’s back and making warmth spread though his whole body. “They're gonna deliver it in a few hours, since I figured we might be busy for a while.”

Ace frowned. “But they don't deliver this far out.”

"They do if you tip them well enough," Felix said in his I-threw-money-at-the-problem-until-it-went-away voice.

"More time for us to spend with the birthday boy," Élodie crooned, stroking Ace's beard. "Ready to celebrate, mon amour?"

Ace looked at his partners and felt unbelievably fond. To think that he was so sure they'd forgotten, when all this time they had all gone through so much trouble for him—Élodie masterminding the whole thing and even getting Jeff and Felix to play dress-up, Felix canceling his important work event, Jeff ordering his favorite food, and Zarina risking Felix's ire with the fire hazard…

Ace downed the rest of his cocktail in one go and grinned. "Lead the way!"

Élodie grabbed Ace’s hand and he locked elbows with Felix as she tugged him along. Jeff followed a step after them, his hand snaking around Ace’s hips and already undoing his belt buckle before they’d even reached the top of the stairs.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

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asean date headcanons

ft. thailand, vietnam, malaysia, indonesia, philippines, singapore

content. fluff, romance

THAILAND

You go thrifting for sunglasses. Thailand has an entire closet full of sunglasses that he collects. He’s not sure what started this, but every time he sees a pair of sunglasses, no matter how ridiculous they may look, Thailand will bring it home. This includes colorful children’s sunglasses. Bonus points if they have little elephants on them.

In fact, Toto also has a collection of sunglasses. They have little pretend fashion shows where the only fashion is sunglasses, and Toto wins every time.

Because he is literally the country itself, he’s expected to perform Muay Thai a lot, so Thailand’s been attending many martial arts classes, and encourages you to take them along with him, so he can rest well knowing his lover knows how to defend themselves. It’s also an excuse for him to be physically affectionate to you under the guise of “correcting your form.”

VIETNAM

An absolute goddess at maneuvering street stalls and haggling prices, Vietnam will get you the most delicious meal for the best price at the most random stall.

Takes you out to shop for clothes, and although she’s shy in asking, Vietnam very much values your opinion on her fashion style. She wants to look the best in her beloved’s eyes.

Although she’s very much adapted to urban life, Vietnam will sometimes take you back to rural areas where old villages still lie. She’s also very enthusiastic on teaching you about the her people’s customs and traditions, and helps you expand even further if you’ve already known about them, because deep down Vietnam is very scared of becoming too westernized—of losing her identity. It isn’t just about teaching you, Vietnam is also reminding herself of who she is.

This fear doesn’t apply to just Vietnam, but also to all non-European (some European themselves, too) countries feeling the influence of the West in their daily lives, from their clothes to their education, even to what they eat every day.

Even though she seems a little bashful at times, Vietnam adores children and loves spending time with them, whether it be telling them stories or making puppets with them. These can range from sock puppets, water puppets, or other handcraft such as, one of the kids’ favourite, tò he, especially when Vietnam makes them in more intricate shapes like dragons of fairies.

She can spend her entire day hanging around with little children, and would love it if you were to join in too. She won’t be able to handle all the teasing from them, though.

MALAYSIA

Baby boy’s so excited for every date, even if it’s your 100th one he’s still a ball of energy. Super affectionate, has to be making physical contact with you at all times (lowkey to show others that you’re his territory-)

Proud of his cuisine, he does take you out to eat, but he’d rather cook for you and feed you. Absolutely soaks in every compliment you give him.

Dancing is another thing that he loves to do with you. Seeing your body move to the beat is just so damn attractive to him, and if you don’t know how to or are bad at dancing it’s totally fine, maybe even better because he now has an excuse to spend more time with you :D

Beach dates are a must, and you two aren’t just going for swims, you are going to catch your own lunch and dinner. Sometimes, Mal drags you out in the sun for hours to catch horseshoe crabs. What, it’s good exercise, and you’re getting a healthy tan too!

Mal likes dressing in weird outfits, sometimes even outright crossdressing. He looks cute and he knows it, and he uses this to pull pranks on others. A considerable amount of dates together are going out and fooling around. Once, you both managed to convince Indonesia that Mal was a cute girl. It then took exactly 3 seconds for him to realize the truth. Then you two drag him in as well and find out that Indo looks very good in a dress,

Aside from the outfits, dates with Mal are pretty random and spontaneous, ranging from climbing palm trees to stealing Singa’s clothes to giving therapy to the local goats.

INDONESIA

Shy glances and lingering touches, especially in the earlier months of your relationship. Holding hands, short hugs, little pecks on the cheeks - literally anything would work, Indonesia just wants to shower you with affection, but that’s inappropriate, what kind of person would he be if he were to advantage of you like this? All his stammering and shyness in turn invoke your shyness, and the early months will very much involve lots of blushing and bashfulness.

Knows the places for the most legendary, godlike sweets and definitely takes you there, but doesn’t do it much often because it feels very self-centered on his part. You’ll have to tell him straight to his face that dates aren’t supposed to be one-sided and all focusing on you, it’s okay for him to indulge in his own interests too.

MOTORCYCLE DATES

At first, Indonesia over-worries on preparations and safety measures. What if an accident happens and you’re sent to the hospital? What if you fall off during the ride? Well, he knows that he’s responsible enough to drive safely and you’re not some defenseless child that needs tending to in every waking moment, but he’s just so scared of losing you.

Once you succeed in reassuring him, however, these dates are the best. It is extremely exhilarating to just zoom through the streets (at a safe speed) and feel the breeze blowing away the heat from the tropical sun.

Also, cling onto Indonesia’s waist during all of this. it makes him feel confident in himself knowing that you see him as a protector.

Doing little things such as going grocery shopping with him feels like dates, too, as he’s so considerate to your every need, always a gentle and attentive lover.

Spoils you rotten by buying you your favourite foods and then showing off his cooking skills later at home - really, you’re going to have to reel this man in and tell him to stop feeding you your favourite food served with rice, even if the way he prepares that weird combination is so heavenly that you wouldn’t be able to resist anyway.

Night walks on the beach, enjoying the coolness that’s rarely seen during Indonesia’s day. This is when you can truly appreciate the soft sand underneath your feet, the wind gently blowing through your hair, and each other’s honesty, as it’s become a tradition for you and Indonesia to just talk about anything during walks, be it something as simple as how your day went, or your current struggles and worries, basking in each other’s comfort under the cool night sky. They’re very intimate moments and wouldn’t happen in early stages of your relationship yet.

PHILIPPINES

PDA is a must with Philippines, and his arms are always all over you on dates. He wants to show you off to the world and tell everyone how he’s super lucky to have such an amazing s/o like you.

You guys are going on karaoke dates, no questions asked. The Latin dance mania meets the Asian love for karaoke? Combine it with Philippines’s rambunctious personality and you are in for a whole ass show.

Self-care date nights are a must. Every week you meet up at his house and Philippines opens the door with a wide smile and is absolutely going to pamper you. Face masks, massages, manicure, you name it. Dating Philippines means having impeccable nail art, whether you like it or not.

Also you’re definitely going thrifting for t-shirts with him, usually couple shirts and he’s definitely getting you weird ass ones like that one time you return home with ten shirts with pictures of Jollibee promoting workout sessions.

Now that I think about it, every Southeast Asian country probably has a side hobby of looking for unusually specific items of clothing, like for example Malaysia definitely gets weird swimsuits to terrorize the locals, Indonesia likes collecting jeans (he has several pairs of see-through ones), Vietnam loves wacky footwear of any kind (see: these things), and Singapore would never admit it but he has an entire closet full of clothes that look like they’re straight out of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

Pien is as much as an attention-seeker as Philippines is, so going on dates with the Filipino is like also going on dates with Pien. However, it’s bound to get competitive.

These little fights are nothing serious, but if you spend just a little too much time scratching Pien’s ears, Philippines is going to whine and drag you away from the tarsier to do something much more fun, and you look absolutely gorgeous today, he has got to snap a pic to remember it by. What do you mean, he takes pictures of you everyday? Well, he only takes pictures of beautiful things, yeah?

And in Pien’s case, take more than 3 minutes with Philippines and he’s gonna give you the most adorable, heart-wrenching sad eyes. Come on, he’s just a little tarsier, give him some love! You know you cannot resist him. And the childish cycle repeats.

Man’s got hundreds of Hetagram posts all featuring you doing literally… anything. Café date? Cute selfie with you. Playing games? He adores the way your face scrunches up in concentration and it’s going into his gallery. Making breakfast? You look dashing in that apron, how on Earth can he resist snapping a shot? Notice how he has to update his phone storage memory so many times after you two became official.

And if you’re human, he somehow takes even more selfies with you than usual. You chide him for the impulsive picture taking Philippines knows photos are great for making memories, and he wants as many memories of you as possible when you leave him to join everyone else on the other side.

SINGAPORE

An absolute gentleman, always with a cool smile on his face

Knows the best places for literally anything: lunch, sightseeing, shopping, amusement parks - heck, he even knows which store you should visit to buy a new toilet

Café dates, museums, aquariums - it’s all very elegant and classy, he’s always so knowledgeable about everything, almost like you’re living in a modern fairy tale (which to be honest you are, this is Singapore we’re talking about), and your dates are literally so aesthetic that you could post it on Hetagram completely unedited and it’ll still explode in popularity. You’ll have the smoothest experience on dates, as Singa’s all about that flawless customer service.

He isn’t trying to group you in as just another visitor in his life, though. Singa’s actually pretty insecure that if he stops being perfect, you won’t find him desirable anymore and leave him. Of course, he knows that you won’t do that, you love him, but the doubts still live in his mind.

As time passes, Singa gradually drops the façade and becomes more confident in your relationship, thus becoming comfortable with dates at his house. He knows that it’s a mess, so he always tries to clean up before you arrive, but it’s sort of useless because when you leave, the house returns to its original messy state anyway, because with you, Singapore feels comfortable enough to indulge in his less… socially acceptable desires, such as the mannequin soap operas.

Singa has at least 10 of these things stashed away in his closet, and he pulls them out to do a little makeshift fashion show with them for stress relief. It’s slightly addicting for him to do this every week, maybe a little too much because at work, his brain sometimes drifts off to the mannequins and starts making up stories for them. He also names them.

Malaysia keeps telling him that they’ll crawl out of his closet at night and eat him alive. Singapore claims that he doesn’t believe this, but the dark circles underneath his eyes says otherwise.

The stories change whenever he changes their clothes. For example last week, Clara just lost her fifth husband so she has to consult the detective Katherine to investigate the series of mysterious deaths. It turned out that Katherine herself was responsible for the murders, as she had blackmailed every single one of them then killed them off in oder to prevent the truth of Clara being the illegitimate heir to the Chinese corporation of- to sum it up, Singa can make a career in writing dramas, and he would love it if you were to join him in this strange hobby of his.

His mannequins are basically his emotional support pillars. He vents his frustrations to them and it’s free therapy for him.

The reason why his house is always so messy is because t’s extremely exhilarating for him to be hidden from the public eye and allowed to make a mess of everything.

Contrary to his only picking soft, upbeat songs on karaoke nights with others, Singa has a burning passion for heavy death metal, the more banging the better. He sings it to his mannequins every night, and if you’re willing to listen, you. Don’t worry, his vocal range is actually pretty impressive.

Also, Singa has a custom-made mannequin that has your exact physical measurements, and no, he definitely isn’t being creepy! See, it’s headless and only for him to try on new clothes that he thinks would look cute on you and to avoid your disappointment if the size isn’t right. This is how all the clothes Singa gets for you fit perfectly, he will take this secret to the grave.

a/n: i’m SO sorry for the inactivity lately, work has been killing me these past weeks, and my method of coping is aseanposting. also, i feel like these are more like what it feels like to be dating them instead of actual date headcanons, and sorry that thailand’s is so short because we don’t have much info on him ;-;

i may have gone overboard with singa and the mannequins, but also I just realized piri's whole selfie and picture-taking schtick would be AMAZING material for angst. maybe i'll post something about it in the future ^^

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[reikarimaaa]

Hoi, im Reika. Welcome to my blog.! I write Gorillaz headcanons, and here’s my simple do and don’t list. (you may have also known me as Harami. I fell out from the community for quite some time (even fell out of tumblr!) and I’ve slowly but surely been more active.) enjoy.!

What I’m willing to write :

I do Y/N | S/O x Gorillaz characters. Will try my hardest to make them gender neutral as possible, I swear (unless specified gender in request). Also, for a heads up, I do not do Sebastian, Paula, or Hannibal (might change overtime, but don’t get your hopes up).

I also do Character x Character. I don’t really care much who you pair tbh. Though I will not write Noodle in this category as I am uncomfortable with pairing Noodle with the other band members and the others. (Eg. 2nu, NuRuss, NuDoc, ect.)

I do NSFW. I am improving my writing quality on this.

Angst, Platonic, and Smut I also do.

If you want your headcanon to be set on a specific phase, please don’t forget to add it into the request.

Gore... well why not. I don’t mind, I simply have no experience in writing gore. Just a heads up though, don’t let it discourage you from requesting.

Things that I’m absolutely not willing to write :

Anything Non-Con/LoliCon/Underage. The only exception is when talking/referencing it in a somewhat relatively SFW way.

NSFW/Smut/Angst/literally anything else that is too graphic.

//Small notes!//

Please wait a while if you request, as I do take some time off the blog sometimes, and I sincerely apologize if I forget to do yours in time.

I live in Indonesia, so different time zones and such. So understand that it might take a while for me to look at your request(s).

I have a sideblog. It's more or less empty, might post every once in a while. @reika-textww

I use different personal tags so here’s a rundown :

# harami’s headcanon humania; old headcanons that I wrote, requested or not. no longer going to be tagging new posts with these.

# harami’s hearth of arts and humania/ # harami’s art dump ; my old personal art tag, no longer in use.

# Reika’s writing ; my writing in general. will be tagging old things with these

RussDoc is canon.

//All of these may subject to change in the future.//

— Reika

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Invitation to the Deep  - Term Glossary

Hi Everybody!

I was blown away by people’s interest with Invitation to the Deep, and to continue sharing the love (and because I’m a nerd) I wanted to continue the glossary in a more readable form.  The term definition overviews were really blowing out some of the end notes, so I decided to shuffle everything here, where I can make a nice tidy list.  It’s in alphabetical order per chapter, because to do it any other way would have annoyed me.

As I say in the story, please, please take everything you read with a grain of salt.  The story is fictional, some of the scenarios I put everyone in are blown well outside the bounds of plausibility.  I don’t specialize in diving, much less tec diving, and my marine license has been expired for a good few years.  Someone who has a metric ton of dive experience is J_Bailler, who wrote the outstanding ‘Thermocline’ in 2020, and whose technical experience inspired me to get my hands dirty with this fic.

I won’t continually reblog this post, but I will edit and update it each time I update the story itself, which will contain a link to this. 

**I am apparently now editing this post with the final additions of the story, only to acknowledge that many of us have now had a crash course in imploding submersibles.  I only have two main comments on this - the first being that I originally began writing and later publishing this story early this year, and the second is that the entirety of this story occurs less than a kilometer below sea level.

Chapter 1

FIFO - fly-in-fly-out.  Usually applicable for people working mines, oil rigs, or certain other trade jobs where the site you work on is highly remote.  You might work a 4-on-2-off schedule, which is where you’d fly out and work on site, staying in provided accommodation for 4 weeks, and then you’d fly home for 2 weeks before rinse and repeating.

LKP - last known position.  Think vessels (or submarine pods) lost at sea, or who’ve sent up distress signals before become non-contactable.

Lucet Tenebris - an entirely fictional underwater cave labyrinth set somewhere off the Indian ocean, near Indonesia.

Ring of Fire - Too long to explain in a post.   A very real and not made up geographical feature of the globe.  https://education.nationalgeographic.org/resource/ring-fire/

VHF - very high frequency (radios used at sea).

Yamaha - in this setting, a boat engine.  Noisy.

Chapter 2

Neoprene - The material wetsuits are made out of, to help people keep insulated and stay warm under water.  

Chapter 3

Fenders - big squishy things you put between ships to stop them damaging each other if they bump together.  Also used to stop boats banging into the wood/metal of marinas.

Chapter 4

Blood bent - a version of a slang term used to refer to decompression sickness (DCS) where pressure changes alter and form bubbles of the gases naturally inside human blood vessels.  DCS can often cause air bubbles to settle in and around major key joints and cause people to bend over in excruciating pain, which is how it got its name, the bends.

Embolism - In diving contexts, a gas embolism or an AGE would usually refer to a bubble of air in the blood.  This is really, really bad - it has the potential to shut off blood supply to major organs including the heart, brain, or lungs.  There’s no short or simple way to explain how they form, put if you look into barotrauma embolisms it’s a fascinating matter.

Equalising ears - Underwater at changing atmospheric pressure, water pressure bends the eardrum inwards.  You equalise this change by a variety of techniques, the same way you might in an aeroplane.  If you keep going deeper and don’t equalise your ears, you run the risk of damaging them or blowing them out completely.  Hurts like a bitch.

External airway - a measure of first aid and emergency resuscitation - if there is risk to an individual’s own airway collapsing or not being able to be maintained in the middle of an emergency scenario, intubation or an external airway implementation will be performed at speed.  An intubation tube is semi-rigid -the aim is that when you’re connected to oxygen, we want full confirmation that the air is traveling down the trachea and into the lungs, not stopping in its tracks because the airway’s collapsed.

Hyperbaric chamber - would suggest searching for a picture.  In a hyperbaric chamber, air pressure is increased higher than normal air pressure so a person’s lungs can pull in more oxygen than they would under normal circumstances.

Chapter 5

Klick - kilometre.

Neoprene ratings - Wetsuits come in varying thickness.  You might see them referred to as a 3:2 or a 5:3 or a 7:5 - this would indicate the material is 7mm thick over the chest and torso, 5mm thick on the arms and legs.  The thicker the material, the warmer you'll be.  The deeper you go, the thicker you'll want it!

Chapter 6

Buoyancy vest - also known as a BCD. It allows you to control your buoyancy in the water, allowing you to easily float on the surface without sinking under all the weight of your gear, and maintain neutral buoyancy while submerged (so you don’t sink further than the depth you are aiming to go to).

Dive computer -  a meter or device used by divers that measure elapsed time and depth during a dive, and use this data to calculate and display an ascent profile which will aim to prevent DCS.  Most will also monitor real-time ambient pressure input, some allow for gas switching during the dive, other features include water temp and compass info.

Gas blending - To dive at the depths of this fictional reef, you can’t just use straight oxygen or atmospheric air.  Gas blending mixes very specific concentrations of a variety of gases to create a breathable component.  It’s very specialised work and you have to undergo highly specialised training to do it.

Tec diving - I’m going to borrow J_Bailler’s explanation and hope she does not mind, which explains it far more concisely than I can.  The key differences between regular recreational scuba diving and tec diving:– scuba divers use air or air mixed with oxygen and generally stay at depths shallower than 40 metres.  Tec divers use various mixed gases to be able to go deeper and to stay there longer.  To breathe pure oxygen at deep depths can kill you.  Technical diving also includes cave diving almost as a default term, because you need advanced training to dive in an enclosed environment that has a ceiling.  In a normal dive, if something goes balls to the wall wrong, at least you can come up, whether you bend your blood or not.  In cave diving...

Trimix - Put simply, trimix is a blended composition of oxygen, helium, and nitrogen, used on deep descents.

Safety stops - planned stops as you reascend from the deep to decompress and allow your blood the chance to off-gas the excess nitrogen forming, and hopefully prevent decompression sickness.

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Cleat - The metal, wooden, or plastic part that protrudes from a jetty that you tie off a boat to.

S&S34 - A fibreglass monohull sailboat, primarily designed for cruising and racing.  For those of you who are interested or know the name, this is the yacht Jessica Watson sailed around the world in, at age 16.  

Hope everyone enjoys reading!  Let me know if there are other terms you’d like to see laid out.

#StClaire speaks #Invitation to the Deep #TGM fic #proof of how far this thing spun out on me

[highnoteblog]

A Girl Who Loves and Leaves: An Album Review of Nicole by Niki

by Sam Castillo

Born in Jakarta and currently based in Los Angeles, Niki goes back to her roots in Indonesia with her second album entitled Nicole. Nicole Zefanya, known as Niki, is a rising Indonesian pop, r&b, and folk singer who is currently signed with the popular Asian record label: 88Rising. Her album, Nicole, features 12 alternative folk-pop tracks - with all of it featuring her undeniable talent for storytelling as she recounts fun memories growing up in Jakarta as well as the pain of leaving things and people behind. Moreover, Niki collaborates with her younger self in this album as the singer had stated that the first half of the album features new songs and the latter half features her songs that she had posted in her YouTube channel in her early days of becoming a musician - thus bridging the gap between two different eras of her life and career.

The album opens with the first song entitled Before which foreshadows the central theme of the album about how things in her life have changed. It predominantly features a sad-sounding guitar that silently strums as Niki says her lines. The song starts with her recounting memories of her first long-distance relationship. However, as the song progresses, problems in the relationship arise and it becomes clear to Niki that their relationship has changed. Despite the lyrics full of mourning and sadness, it is contrasted with an upbeat and fun tune. The line “It's so cruel how things are only almost like they were before” makes it clear why Niki had chosen this song to open the album; letting the audience know that this album tackles the changes she had to face in her life - more specifically in her romantic love life.

Following the first song is High School in Jakarta which is a fun and upbeat tune that features Niki recounting her days in Jakarta by addressing an older boy that she had dated before. Despite addressing her ex in the song, the song’s theme isn’t centered about romantic love but rather her stories growing up in Jakarta before she left to study abroad. The percussions in the song gives staccato breaks which results in the song’s cheery feel.

A standout song of the album is Backburner which features themes of feeling forgotten in a relationship. The song features dynamic sounds as the song progresses from quiet to busy with multiple instruments to convey the building up of emotions - one notable instrument being the drums that help build up the emotions of the song in the chorus. Niki’s lyrical ability shines in this song as she perfectly tells the story of a forgotten love to the audience, making it so much more relatable. 

Continuing with the theme of the end of relationships, Keeping Tabs is an upbeat song that deals with the topic of the difficulty of letting go of a past relationship. Here, she continues Backburner’s storyline post-breakup, showing a cheeky perspective that not all breakups are linear and that it is hard to completely cut out a person from one’s life. A highlight of this song is the upbeat drum which features percussive breaks that help the song become more lively. 

The album then takes a slower and mellow pace as the songs that follow are all soulful and sad songs that one would listen to when grieving an ex-lover. The Apartment We Won’t Share, Facebook Friends, Anaheim, Milk Teeth, Autumn, Oceans & Engines, and On the Drive Home all share similar themes of regret over actions made in a past relationship, as well as the acknowledgment of needing to move on when one knows that a relationship is doomed to fail. 

Take A Chance With Me closes the album with a stark contrast from the sad mellow songs that came before it. Unlike the previous songs that surrounds an end of a relationship, the last song of the album takes a hopeful turn for the singer as she sings about a promising start of a new relationship. Like the start of the album, Before, the last song also features a guitar that highly influences the tone of the song. Unlike it, however, the guitar is more playful which upholds a more gleeful tone. Moreover, the song is more upbeat and holds a soulful tune - a tune that most would assume is what a sunrise of a new day would sound like. 

Looking at the album as a whole, an arc can be established: finding love to having to fight for it, yet having it eventually taken away. This storyline is delivered by the Indonesian singer in a confessional style, building up the dynamics and emotions of the song from light melodies to a crescendo of built-in emotions that are dying to be let out.

Niki has always been an artist who leans more on creating music that surrounds her love life, more specifically the failures within it, but it was clear that in her previous album, entitled Moonchild, she was slowly pulling away from her comfort zone as themes of the songs were diverse and focused on her own journey. Moreover, it was clear she was experimenting with elements and instruments as songs from this album strayed away from what you would expect in pop or r&b songs as it had a mysterious feel to it. However, in Nicole, we see that Niki takes a few steps back from the steps she took in Moonchild and went back to her old ways and in her comfort zone - which is to sing about gaining love and losing it.

Nicole predominantly features songs that tackle the subjects of heartache and saying goodbye to a lover - a theme that Niki excels in most of her popular songs that are not featured in the album. Although the songs execute this theme well, the album lacks diversity in the themes found in each song. It would have been the perfect opportunity for Niki to explore more themes that do not necessarily involve romantic love - or the lack thereof. Once Niki explores her songwriting ability to produce more songs that are not what is expected of her, she will truly shine and be acknowledged as one of the greatest storytellers of the newest generation of musicians in the industry.

#album review #sam

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

I was and still am quite baffled with V's choice to be a BA for a financial firm based in Indonesia. Not a very well known one at that. How did he end up there? Do you think there was a personal connection to someone in that firm who facilitated this?

Tae is the only one who hasn't released a single or collab. Neither have there been any rumours (just fans wishful thinking of a GAGA collab).

Unlike JK and Jimin who have travelled multiple times to US and have been working with international producers and/or artists, there have been no similar things done by Tae.

Really worried about his album being treated as just a mixtape (either by his own choice or lack of labels interest) rather than an international solo debut album in terms of promo and reach. Also with such less time left and so many more possible releases of other members to come, things look difficult.

They obviously had the money but also...

According to independent research Tae (closely followed by JK) is the most popular member of BTS in that area of Asia...

Remember also, BTS had a massive deal with Tokopedia, the largest e-commerce company in Indonesia. So really it's not that much of a stretch to know why he's a BA for them.

As for the album, I expect the similar level (maybe different forms) of promo as FACE. I think Tae's album (and HYBE's involvement in its promo) is probably going to surprise a lot of people, not least those solo stans, antis and uber toxic shippers.

I'm not expecting a Gaga collab, I expect any collab to be with more known people in the Jazz genre.

#tae #bts v #kim taehyung #taehyung #my asks

[silver-queen]

pls elaborate on the chef juna im confusion😭😭😭

AHAHASGDHAD ok idk if you're one of my indonesian mutuals but just in case chef juna is one of the more well known cook here, being one of masterchef indonesia's jury. because i'm a shut-in not well versed in indonesian pop culture and my current major being culinary arts, i decided to look him up. admittedly i exaggerated my tags in that post but knowing his reputation as a no nonsense chef i still find his background funny 😭

apparently he spent his highschool years in a bike gang and dropped out of college for doing drugs (and, according to IDN wikipedia's citations of dubious credibility and subjective language, was apparently also kidnappend, tortured, nearly shot and overdosed at some point???)

the only thing that made his current career possible, in my opinion, is the fact that he moved to america to go to flight school after dropping out of petroleum studies at trisakti, two things that only the most privilidged indonesians can afford, though he did have to sell his bike once he got there. his flight school went bankrupt before he got his commercial license and at the same time there was a monetary crisis happening back at indonesia so his parents couldn't send him money anymore and he was basically on his own at that point. which is when he applied to work at a sushi shop and later at a french restaurant and got personally trained there. and then he came back to indonesia and of course the hospitality/culinary industry would take a liking to him for having experience working in america, the "superior" country

this got very biased so take it for a grain of salt 😭

also my favorite sentence from his indonesian wikipedia page

[ID: A passage from Wikipedia in Indonesian with a highlighted sentence that says, "tetap [sic] kuliahnya tidak selesai karena dirinya terlalu nakal." /End ID]

"he was very naughty"

#asks #anonymous

[ghoulystay]

A Y/N story with Jungkook and Hyunjin. This is part of the Jungkook and Y/N story that I previously posted. This story takes place afterward. If you haven't read that one, make sure you do so it makes more sense. Thanks.

Female reader. POV story.

It's not a real story.

It's been three years since the break-up of y/n and Jungkook. They broke up in 2020. Not only were they forced to by the companies, but it was a very bad time in the world at the time, with covid and disturbing threats from people who didn't want y/n and Jungkook together. They went their separate ways. Jungkooks appreance changed drastically, and so did his outlook on people and things. His band mates noticed it a lot and felt bad for him, but they had responsibilities to take care of. With time, y/n was busy doing the usual, which was work, touring, public appearances, making music with other idols. She kept herself busy to mend her broken heart. Y/n never got over the break-up with Jungkook, and she never really had a moment to process it as well. Her manager kept her busy as much as he could, the night's were always difficult for her because that was when she was alone, alone with the reminder that he no longer was there and it was a painful memory at that point.

November 2022, two years later.

Y/n just came back to Korea from her North American tour, and she was so excited to be returning because she was going on holiday and she already knew how she was going to spend it. She was gonna spend it with her boyfriend. Yes, y/n had a new love, and he was definitely the love of her life. He was there at her lowest and put her back together. He was for sure and foremost in love with y/n. And yes, he is most definitely famous and well known. Hwang Hyunjin. She was going to spend the rest of her holiday on the road with him while he tours. Stray kids were touring at the time that y/n went into holiday. They were in Indonesia, and y/n was gonna take a flight out there with her bodyguards to join up with Straykids and, most importantly, to reunite with Hyunjin. They reunited in the most emotional and passionate way. They truly were destined for each other. She spent every day with him until the tour finished in California, and after that, she joined him in Japan for his holiday, and he made it into a romantic holiday for both of them. She was truly happy with Hyunjin, and the best part was that she was not only accepted by the company but she was also accepted by Straykids and the fandom. Everyone supported their relationship so much that everyone always wanted to see them together. Everyone wanted a glimpse of the couple, a picture, an interview, a photo shoot, you name it, and it brought them joy. They were definitely the "it" couple.

May 2023

Y/n was getting ready to make a public appearance at Calvin Kleins after party that she was invited to. She was invited by Jennie from Blackpink, who was the host of the party for her pop-up store that she opened and was a big success. They weren't best friends, but they were very professional and mature, while she was done getting ready. Hyunjin was in the living room with khamii watching a movie he asked y/n if she was sure she didn't want him to accompany her, and she reassured him that it wasn't going to take long so not to worry that she'll be back as soon as possible. With that, they kissed, and y/n left to meet her driver outside.

That night at the party.

It was a nice but kind of boring party. She was missing hyunjin terribly. She mingled with other idols and people until she noticed someone staring at her from the balcony in the second floor, she couldn't believe it at first until she noticed this eyes those seducing dark eyes that she knew to well. It was him, her ex, her first love, her once upon time, her everything. Jungkook. He was standing there reclining on the bar on the balcony with a drink in his hand and staring at her with such intensity. Y/n was so surprised nobody had told her who was going to be at this party. She didn't know what to feel, so she decided to walk away and go somewhere else where there was nobody in sight. She had to get away just looking at him was way too much to bear at the moment. She found a private balcony outside. Once there, she couldn't help but take a deep and long breath to catch her breathing, which was intense. Y/n hears a door close behind her, and when she turns around, there he is, standing inches from her. "Hi." Y/n said low and softly. Jungkook just stared at her. "Okay, well, I'm gonna go." She says, but when she was about to walk by him, he grabbed her by the wrist. "I missed you y/n," He says. Y/n closed her eyes and shook her head. "I can't, jk." Those little words triggered something in him, so he decides to pin you against the wall and whisper in her ear. "I forgot, you moved on, huh, tell me baby is he better than me." He has one hand on your neck, and the other roams on your body down to your breast he gently squeezes it. "Jk, please don't." He stares into your eyes and says, "Tell me, baby, do you love him?" With tears slowly filling your eyes, you say,"Yes, I do." He laughs after he hears your answer. "You're mine y/n, you always have been, and you always will be." He kisses you and lets you go. "May the best man win," He says before he exits, leaving you alone on the balcony. You couldn't help but call your driver and go home. This night was a disaster not just for you, but now everything is about to change. Jungkook is coming back in your life was now a fear you couldn't stop thinking about. Thoughts in your head cloud your judgment. "What is he planning?" You thought while you rode back home to the man you love with everything in you.

To be continued.

What's going to happen next? Stick around for more.

The End.

#hwang hyunjin #spotify #stray kids #hwang hyunjin pov #pov #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkoooook #bts jk #bts #ex boyfriend #new love #to be continued

[beasiannow]

Things seem to have taken a bold advance at the travel agency known as Gaikoku Hito Rinjin (Foreigner Neighbor), where through the use of super science, foreigners have been able to visit Japan not as awkward tourists but as someone seemingly native-born, appearing not just physically Japanese, but fluent in the language and customs of the area visited. 

Then three weeks later, the visitor returns spontaneously to their former self so they can return home with the most unique vacation memories possible. (unless they are part of the + or – 11% who find they don’t change back.)

As promised, the brilliant scientist founder of Foreigner Neighbor, Hiroko Rokkaku, has figured out how to expand the transformation matrix beyond just Japan and opened up the capability to visit anywhere in the world.

Mind you, this has also raised the number of persons finding themselves unable to return to their original selves from an 11.77% chance to a 23.55% chance. But like Subway not really going into detail about how little tuna is in their tuna; if you don’t talk about that a lot, most people won’t go looking for it.

Because of the expansion of options, Gaikoku Hito Rinjin has re-branded itself as

Global Immersive Travel Adventure Odysseys.

Travel has never been more exciting. Or a more interesting gamble.

Here we see four satisfied customers. (Names withheld because of their wealth)

“Nancy,” a controversial cable “news” hostess taking some time off from the heat, and notoriety, of being herself by spending three weeks on a small Philippine Island as a Filipina.

“Jimmy,” the son of a prominent Kentucky politician, here seen during his six-week tour as a female citizen of Seoul, Korea, where before his return to Frankfort, Kentucky as football hero Jimmy, she was able to get a brief part on a Korean drama.

“M” a Moderately famous female rapper taking a tour in Osaka.

And “don’t even use my initials,”  the female head of a former major firm seen to be on trial for fraud, sunning herself in Indonesia. (she tried to bribe Global Immersive into her “accidentally,” not being able to turn back and losing the paperwork on where she is. Sorry, but GITAO doesn’t play that! Get a good lawyer, honey.

However yes there are those (23.55%) who find that when it time for them to change back to original form them, they don’t. And not only that but people who have the still unknown component in them that causes this to happen are unable to ever go though the process again so they are permanently this new version of themselves.

However yes there are those (23.55%) who find that when it time for them to change back to original form them, they don’t. And not only that but people who have the still unknown component in them that causes this to happen are unable to ever go though the process again so they are permanently this new version of themselves.

Such as Susan Billie Abbot a highly accomplished journalist and finance graduate from Brown University. Who after graduating in 2013, she began her career in journalism and finance, first as a financial analyst at JP Morgan & Co. in New York City. From there, she moved to the Wall Street Journal and was quickly noticed for her reporting on world finance. In 2018, Susan won several prestigious awards for her work, including the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism. 

Following her success in journalism, Susan decided to take a break from her career and explore the economies of South-East Asia. She has since been on a journey of discovery, learning about the conditions and trends of the region's economy and its effects on the world. Susan has worked with some of the top financial institutions in the region and has been praised for her insightful reporting. She is currently on hiatus, researching the present-day conditions of the economy in South-East Asia.

Here she is finding out that after her three week fact finding tour she is one of the sort of people who can not turn back and must keep the new identity she was using (to be truthful we are not really all that “legal” and if government found out what we are doing the results would be dire for all involved) so that Susan Billie Abbot, American finance reporter, is now truly Syazana Binti Zainal Abidin, Mayla woman and citizen of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Fortunately GITAO was able to see to it that Syazana had to paperwork to get work at the largest bank in Kuala Lumpur, as a teller. But we are sure a go-getter like Ms. Abidin will be moving up in the ranks swiftly.

Some other customers who will be adjusting permanently to a new life elsewhere.

Paulette Patton of Ontario, Canada. An anthropology major who thought her term paper on “real life in modern Vietnam” would be helped by a three-week stay as a native of Saigon. Now that this study will continue for the rest of her life, at least Phuong finds that tuition is much less expensive where she is now.

June “Rosebud” Flowers of McComb, Mississippi, thought that if she could spend a little time “over there” as “one of them” “walking a mile  in their burka.” She would be able to take her Witnessing up two or three notches. However, she had not anticipated finding she had to stay in Istanbul as Haziran “Gül Goncası” Çiçekler for keeps or that she would be the one converting.

An interesting double-stuck pair of travelers is a would-be female rocker who uses a secondary color as her stage name (No, NOT Pink!”) who thought that a trip into India as an Indian woman would help her music even more than the Beatles trips to India as just themselves helped them  (nobody tell her). 

She was joined on what she thought would be a three-week tour by her show business manager Murry who was so dedicated to his client that he also agreed to not only take the change with her but also become a woman so they could save on hotel bills by staying in the same one as mother and daughter.

Mauve is doing her best to find where Indian music today “is” while Murry, well Murry, is adjusting as best she can.