#i talk sm in tags its nice to be noticed by someone

[hauntjester]

lil wip of me and my girlfriend's fursonas :3

[sugar-omi]

omg idk if u do nsfw request but could you like write jealous cove x fem reader nsfw? i think cove isn’t the type to feel possessively jealous but there’s times he can’t let it go but it’s not a like “your mine!!” type possessive more like a “im yours!!” possessive? IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE SORRY

DW IT MAKES A LOTTA SENSE N I AGREE W EVERYTHING U JUST SAID!! i hope i lived up to your rq 🙏🙏 i enjoyed writing this sm

tags : NSFW, fem reader, jealous cove, service top cove, hand jobs, penetration, between step 3 and 4, you are in college, mention of wanting to marry you

(mentions step 3 "happiness" moment and you getting upset when cove doubted you'd still be together at the end of summer in step 3.

also i'm thinking abt the patreon moment n how cove likes just a hint of pain n runnning w it, i'll never recover from it!)

synopsis : cove is jealous and worried about you finding another man, so you ease his anxiety.

you have always reassured cove that you love him, that he makes you the happiest girl in the world. you promised him that he doesn't have to do anything special to make you happy, that he alone makes you happy.

cove can't help but feel loved every time he thinks about it. and after you got mad at him for doubting the strength of your relationship, brought to tears by the notion, cove promised himself to never make you cry sad or angry tears ever again if he can help it.

but you're standing there, talking with a classmate of from one of your classes and you're laughing and he's looking at you with one too many hearts in his eyes and a darker voice in the smallest crease of cove's mind wonders if you'd like if he looked like that.

hair styled in a way that was casual but handsome, and a ribbed turtle neck under a cream jacket.

cove quickly dismisses that thought, knowing you prefer him in less layers and that you'd never ask him to change his style unless the weather called for more layers must to his chagrin.

unable to take anymore, broken by the guy putting a hand on your shoulder. cove steps out the car, easily taking long strides and he calls out to you.

"y/n!"

you turn around, happy as a peach to see your boyfriend and cove's heart throbs at how easily you forget about the guy in front of you. "are you ready to go eat? its gonna be lunch rush soon..." cove bites h is lips, wondering if thats a good enough excuse to get you out of this guys reach before he puts too many moves on you.

"yeah, just-" you adjust your backpack straps and turn to address your classmate but you step towards cove, taking his hand in yours. "i gotta go, but you should check the online class board, you can download the notes from there! bye!"

cove pulls you away as you barely finish your greetings, opening the car door for you but he slams his own door and winces but pulls out the lot nonetheless, making the drive back to your shared home.

"cove? what's wrong?" you put your hand on his thigh soothingly but cove just jumps at the sudden touch, his head hits the steering wheel, trying to use the break at the stop light to push away his jealousy.

knowing he can't hide from you, cove address you, looking at you with teary puppy eyes, not wanting to upset you but his heart is in turmoil.. "i'm jealous. i know i shouldn't be but- but! that guy was definitely hitting on you and i know you love me but i'm worried you'll leave me for someone better an-" cove whimpers, blinking his eyes as he focuses on the road again and turns onto your street.

"cove... i'm so sorry baby, i- i didn't even notice he was hitting on me. he was just asking about what he missed during class... if it helps, he's only in my elective class! we're not even in the same major so-"

cove cuts you off, quickly and smoothly parking the car in your designated space. "it's not just him. like.. baxter, or derek. i know we haven't heard from baxter in awhile but he was so smooth and flirty and confident. and derek, well derek is nice and reliable and.. i don't know." cove leans over the console.

"i don't want you to leave me for someone better, i know you said you won't but. i love you so much. i wanna be your's forever, i wanna marry you one day! i love being your boyfriend so much, y/n.." cove frets, pushing his head into your hand when you cup his cheek, fighting tears and failing.

"cove. i love you. you'll always be mine." you kiss his face, hovering over his lips, "you'll always be my special lover boy."

cove purrs, melting into your kiss. when you pull away, cove looks at you with hooded lids, "l-lets go inside..."

you barely make it through the door, your hands running under cove's shirt and he trembles trying to put the key in the door, steadying when you wrap your hand around his and guide him.

when the door unlocks, you pull cove in, kissing his neck as you reach behind him to flip the lock and slip the chain through the track. "y-y/n, ahh.." cove mutters breathlessly, some other words escaping his mouth in a jumbled mess but you hear a stuttered "feels good" and you keep going, pulling him through the house to your bedroom.

on the way, your shoes are left haphazardly in front of the door and a trail of clothes breadcrumb the hallway.

you push cove onto the bed, stepping out of your bottoms and left in just your underwear, you help cove unbutton his shorts, pushing away shaky hands.

you slip off his boxers, deciding to take care of cove while he's still pliable. "shh baby, let me take care of you.." you settle in his lap and cove throws his head back in a shaky moan when your hand wraps around his sensitive cock, stroking him slowly and swiping your skilled hands over his weeping slit, knowing how to work your boyfriend's body in the best ways.

"y/n..." cove whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you grope him through his boxers.

"t-tighter, please.. ah!" cove groans when your hand tightens around his cock the way he likes, feeling a knot build in his abdomen at your increasingly faster strokes. "i'm, i'm close.. mh-" cove gasps, finger tips digging into your hips.

in his lusty haze, cove looks at your bra and works the front clasp the way you showed him. you grin knowingly, enjoying cove's blush as his eyes train on how your breast bounce when the clasp comes undone.

you arch your back, encouraging cove to play with your chest. his lips clasp on your collar bone, nibbling and sucking lightly so as to not leave marks but when you flex your hand around his cock cove bites particularly hard, sure enough to leave a bruise.

something primal inside of him feels pleased at that.

cove shudders, looking up from your chest to meet your eyes. "w-why did you stop?.."

you smile, kissing your lovely boy on the cheek. "don't want you to finish yet." you reach for a condom, urging cove to lean against the pillows.

you're not too worried about stretching yourself as you'd had sex the night before and only applying ample lube for what will definitely be a bit of a long night, thankful your classes are over for the day.

cove takes his place, shaking when you roll the condom over his sensitive cock. you straddle his lap, hands gripping his shoulders as you line him up with your cunt.

you sink onto his cock, moaning sharply when his tip hits your bladder from inside, your cunt sensitive and nearly dripping with your slick.

when you finally take him to the hilt, his cock rubbing all the sensitive spots inside you and reaching deeper than you could ever reach on your own.

cove gasps and holds you tighter when your cunt trembles around him, kissing you as you gently bounce on his lap. "cove, cove..." you mutter, breathless and your eyes water at the sensation of his cock dragging against your gummy walls.

cove grips your hips, grinding your hips together making you moan loudly. "can i.. *swallows* can i move too?"

you nod, whining when cove instantly bucks his hips into yours, taking the lead at your instruction.

you pull cove into a kiss, your tongues dancing together before the kiss turns gentle and loving. breaking away for air, cove trails kisses down your neck as you gasp and moan, his cock hitting your walls in a way that makes you leak with more slick and clench tightly around him.

"i'm gonna cum, fuck please cove! more!"

cove reaches for your clit, his thumb circling your sensitive clit as he brings you over the edge. "i love you y/n, so happy to be yours.. please cum, wanna feel you cum around me." cove whispers sweet and dirty words in your ear, "you feel so good.. ahh fuck, thats it.. agh fuck!"

cove trembles, cumming into the condom as your pussy tightens and your thighs shake on either side of him.

cove collapses into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and you both shake in each others embrace.

"i love you." you kiss cove's head, coming down from your orgasm.

cove kisses your neck back, his lips tickle against your sweaty skin as he speaks, "i love you too.."

"cove? what're you-"

you pull yourself off his lap, cove throwing the tied off condom in the trash and before you can get up he pulls you back into his lap.

cove's brilliant blue eyes drill into you, sparking the flames of your heart and your cunt throbs with need. "i still want you.."

you laugh, happily sinking into the bed with cove on top of you.

cove grabs a condom from the open drawer and rolls it over his sensitive but still hard cock, quickly sinking into your warmth.

he moans shakily, drawing his hips back and slamming back into you, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist so he can fuck you and still steal a kiss from you.

cove leans into your neck, his body supported by his forearms but he still looms over you. "i love you.. so happy to be your boyfriend, ngh-.. i-i love belonging to you."

you scratch down cove's back. "you're mine.. ah!" cove picks up the pace, ignited by you agreeing that he's yours.

cove mumbles happily into your neck, most of his chant muffled by his face buried in your neck; sucking marks and hiding at the same time. most of it is moans, but you hear a few "yours.. yours..." among his moans.

cove grunts at the use of the nickname, buoyed to go further and he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit.

feeling that knot in your stomach, you tell cove you're coming. "c-c'mon cove! make me cum, want my sunshine to make me cum!"

you reach orgasm together for the second time, cove dripping sweat onto you.

you both pant, the temperature making you squirm.

cove speaks first, "..i love you, love you so much. i'm sorry i got jealous.."

"its okay cove, if this is how its gonna be you get jealous more often!"

cove groans, embarrassed by your teasing. "carry me to the shower?"

cove pops up, bright like an obedient puppy. "yes!"

[neoheros]

how would haikyuu boys handle getting shipped with a friend on tiktok? feat. kuroo tetsuro

kuroo tetsuro has a crippling tiktok addiction and he’s in denial about it but everyone around him knows because all he does in his free time is get on that app

that’s canon i’m not arguing with anyone about this

he’s the kind of guy to fall asleep from scrolling through his fyp and the moment he wakes up he looks for his phone under his pillow to watch more lmaooo

so anyways

you share classes with him and he’s not really the kind of guy to have crushes especially on people he’s not close with

but then one day he’s on his fyp and he stumbles on one of your videos

and he’s just like ?? woah

he recognizes you obvi, he’s not one to talk to people out of his friend group but he’s not completely ignorant to everyone else

he immediately sees that you have indeed quite the following and have almost majority of your posts going viral

so yea you can say he’d notice you more in class now

at first it was subtle, looking at you more when he’s spacing out or paying close attention to you when you’re reciting

he doesn’t even notice how he includes you more in his thought process until the day kenma pointed it out to him how he’s been a bit more distracted lately

he brushed it off thinking it wasn’t really anything serious

but then boy Oh boy !!!

he started noticing the fact that you’ve got a really nice room in your vids and your fave led lights are the red ones since you almost always use them

he’s also really into the fact that you upload more on comedic videos than dancing ones

but HONEY when you posted your take on the dance trend of savage by megan thee stallion ,,, he was GONEEEE !!!

he sent that video to kenma like five times in a row with the caption “aha brb gonna LIVE for this woman 😗✌️”

kenma be like: simp city population - u

at this point he just accepts it, like flat out he took it within himself to UNDERSTAND how much he’s crushing on you and kenma asks him if he’s gonna do anything about it and he’s like ????

like he gets how awesome he is and stuff cause duh captain of the volleyball team and most probably the most beautiful man on campus but you’re also really good in class and very attractive

not to mention that you’ve never even looked his way before

he was hurt, man !!

only he could feel as rejected as someone who actually did get rejected

nevertheless, he got over that and just woke up one day telling himself that he was gonna shoot his shot anyway !!

so one day in class, right after the lunch bell rang, he took a deep breath and rummaged his insides for every drip of confidence he could muster

he walked to your seat and you were kinda surprised because this boy right here has never once talked to you before

his opening line was “can i sit here?”

you were still really confused but then he said something about wanting to be friends and your heart was just really warm cause !!!! that’s so NICE !!

and he mentioned how he knew you from tiktok since you practically lived on his fyp

you were really embarrassed and he got to see in action how your ears turn really red when you get shy

kuroo, internally: “that’s so FUCKEN CUTE !!!!!”

he had to reassure you that it was indeed really cool that you made bomb ass tiktoks

you were so grateful cause like one minute you were having a terrible day because of your stupid teacher then bam this 6’2 beauty of a man came swooping in telling you you were terrific

you two became friends after that and it made you really happy to have someone as cool as kuroo as your best friend

kuroo likes to sit with you at lunch except when you’re with other people then he gets a bit dejected so he’s just “well damn maybe tomorrow then”

it’s all good though cause he has invited you to numerous of his practices and that’s when you SEE how amazing this man is at volleyball

one day you’re like “hey wanna do a tiktok with me?”

and he’s like “the one where you kiss me?”

you, flushed: DIPSHIT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT !!!!1!1!1!!

you guys do the one where you dance to supalonely by benee

it went OFF !!! 700k likes and a solid ass 2.7M views because apparently the viewers really like it when kuroo dances next to you in his varsity uniform and has sweat dripping on his forehead

your comments for the next two weeks are just like “bro post another one with kuroo please PLEASE”

kuroo: guess people just like me more :)

you: leave my mentions <3

sometimes you’d get people replying to your videos with “you and kuroo look really good together”

you see them but you most likely ignore it because even if you did know how much you liked kuroo, you didn’t wanna jeopardize the friendship, yk?

anyhow due to popular demand, you include him in your videos again and every time you do they always go viral !!!

it’s very cute especially when you do the ones where you snapchat him song lyrics and he answers even if he does know it’s a trend

“can they please just get together already, we all know they’re pining but they’re too coward to say it !!”

you: ok u know what user9728182829 since u’r so good at this why don’t u be the one to make tiktoks at a volleyball court and dodge all those stray balls 😤

you were so fed up with it that you actually tell kuroo about the entirety of tiktok shipping the two of you together

he was worried that you were upset because people liked you and him dating that he thought maybe you just weren’t into him

BUT THEN !!!

because of the corona virus all the schools shut down and people were forced to stay in their houses for quarantine

it was sad that everything got cancelled and you weren’t allowed to see your friends anymore

but that’s ok cause kuroo insisted to facetime everyday

you: why can’t we just text

kuroo: because what if you forget what i look like 🥺

you: hey i’m not that blessed ❤️

it was like the quarantine never happened since you still saw and talked to him everyday

sometimes he’d show up at your place but refuse to come inside cause social distancing

this mfer threw rocks on your glass window just to get your attention once

kuroo: i got you those edible cookie dough in pints !!

you: omfg 🥺👉👈

then he chucks it at you because he ain’t boutta break the law to get you food 😤

it’s ok though you have really good reflexes and it only hit your elbow the first 2 times !!

you got it all on camera and posted it on tiktok and everyone in the comments were LIVID at the fact that you captioned it with “best friends b like”

“i just know that kuroo is punching the air right now.”

“imagine risking the corona and still being friend zoned.”

“when you realize kuroo is actually the president of simp city.”

other times he’d snap you at 3 in the morning asking if you want anything from starbucks

no one:

your snapchat dms at 3:28 am: you really went to bed you SN A KE !!

and when you wake up the next morning you find out that this guy is still awake and that he’s been chilling in the starbucks parking lot all morning !!!

that’s ok though because other than the fact that his sleep schedule is completely wrecked he still got you your venti strawberry acai refresher

you: thank you sm 🥺 what do i owe you

kuroo: a kiss on the cheek

you: you can have the drink back ❤️

that’s when the new tiktok trend started and people were posting the hottest guys on campus or revealing their crushes since 1st grade

you, feeling brave because school is cancelled: aight bet 😎

you do a tiktok hopping on the trend and you captioned it with “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the boys from campus that i’d date for real”

you stall for the first 30 second by vibing to the music and when the beat drop !!

you showed a picture of kuroo and you put in the text “kinda missing him too”

you were extremely regretting this but numerous people already saw it and the comments went on and on about how unsurprising this was

press f ma’am

so one afternoon while kuroo was scrolling through his tiktok, he was surprised by the amount of notifications he was getting

cause he doesn’t even post videos ??

he’s only there to watch funny stuff and leave insulting comments on your posts cause he’s a good friend

he checks and they’re all just tags of him in this one video and he was kinda worried cause what if it was a hate post ??

but then he saw that it was yours and he’s less nervous !!!

kuroo, texting you: if you diss me in this one i’m posting the screenshot of you falling asleep on facetime

so he watches it and ??????????????

bro he went 🥺

before he messages you he went straight for the comments and !!!!!

“who knew it was kuroo before watching the whole video?”

“don’t be shy put some more photos of him !!”

“if kuroo duets this i’m gonna make sure to never fall in love unless its like this.”

“y’all he did it boys!! he graduated from the best friend zone!!”

he’s still really surprised by this and he really hopes you’re not kidding cause bro you??? like him????

thanks to that comment he saw, he decides to duet your video by using the same sound and doing the same dance with the same caption “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the ones from campus that i’d date for real”

and they’re all just pictures of you 🥺

it blows up but before you see it on your fyp he’s already asking to facetime and when you answer you swear he’s just got the biggest smile in the world i’m :(

kuroo: lol remember when you publicly told majority of the internet how much you liked me

you: lol remember when you weren’t talking ❤️

[alovesongshewrote]

Hiiii idk if you’re taking requests or anything rn but!! My birthday is coming up in a few days and I wanted to ask if you could do a cute one shot with douxie celebrating his witch gf’s birthday 🥺 pls don’t feel obligated!!! I just love your writing SM hehe ❤️

BIRTH(Day) | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader

Plot:  Your friends tried their best, and you had to give them that.  Besides, fire was your thing!

Word Count: 1,621

Warnings:  Pyromania

A/N:  Happy birthday anon!  Hope you enjoy this!  Also, fun fact, on my seventeenth birthday i got hit by a car, rip :/

Tag List: @furblrwurblr

“Wizard Dad, is the Witcher distracted?  Over,”

“War hammer, the Witcher is very distracted, are you sure this was a good idea?”

“Absolutely, don’t let her know what’s going on!  Over!”

Douxie sighed, “Over,”

The plan was pretty simple.  He was supposed to keep you distracted while the guardians of Arcadia set up a surprise party in your apartment.  He could only hope that things were going well on their end because distracting you was more difficult than it seemed.

But he’d managed!

You were now helping him fight off at least twenty shadow mephits, and you were not at all focused on the fact that it was your birthday.  

He wasn’t sure how it had happened.  You’d been walking through Arcadia, just vibing, when suddenly, mephits.  Douxie didn’t know if that was inconvenient or not.  On one hand, it was a distraction that he didn’t have to put any effort into.  On the other hand, you both had to wrangle the mephits.  It was, in his opinion, a draw.

“Douxie!  A little help please!?”

“I’m on it!”  

He blasted a few of the mephits away from you before rushing to your side.  You kicked one of them in the face before spinning around and firing a spell at two more.

“There’s too many of them, do you have a plan?”

He did have a plan, but that plan involved coming out of this unharmed and getting you back to the apartment.  It was not useful against shadow mephits.

“No, just keep fighting,”

You did for a few moments more before you remembered the can of hairspray and the lighter at the bottom of your bag.  Why did you have those things on your person at all times?  For situations like this, of course.  You were actually a little disappointed that you hadn’t thought of this earlier.

“Cover me!”

“Wait, (Y/N), what are you doing!?”

“Just trust me!”  you yelled, diving for your bag and digging through it.

Douxie covered for you to the best of his ability, but he was one wizard, and there were way more than twenty mephits now.  This was no longer a draw between inconvenient and otherwise, it was straight up not a good time.  He was seriously wondering what ancient deity he had pissed off to have this as a distraction, or what deity you had pissed off to have this happen on your birthday.  It could have been puppies.  There could have been puppies in the road for you to gawk at and play with, but no.  Some god out there had decided on shadow mephits.

One of the creatures jumped at you, but before Douxie had a chance to call out a warning, you spun around setting the thing on fire.  The wizard was pleasantly surprised by this, although he was a bit concerned by the fact that you had the tools to craft a flamethrower on your person.  Did you carry those on you all the time, or-?

You carried them on you all the time.  Aside from joining to form a successful flamethrower, hairspray and lighters were just important tools to have on hand.  You only used them to build flamethrowers though.

“Doux, watch out!”  The wizard jumped out of the way as you turned the flames in his direction, singing the edges of his hoodie and setting the mephits around him ablaze.

You cackled with utter glee as you set fire to the world around you.  To a bystander, it would be concerning, but you were having the time of your life, and Douxie was used to this.  He was actually more than used to it.  He’d been dating you for years, this is what he’d fallen in love with.

The fire jumped around you, seeming more alive than any other fire on the planet.  It moved almost at your command and burned brighter and longer around you.  It didn’t take Douxie too long to figure out that this wasn’t regular fire.  It was magic fire.

When you were done, you set fire to the sky for a moment, laughing still as the flames continued their dance above you.  And then, you were done.

With the mephits defeated and the fire out, you tossed the hairspray and lighter back into your bag and calmly walked over to Douxie, kissing him on the cheek, “That was the best birthday present ever.  Thank you, babe!”

You sounded so sweet, and not at all like a woman who had just set fire to a bunch of monsters.    

It was pretty hot.

You made your way back to your bag, making sure everything was in its place before zipping it up.  Out of earshot, Douxie spoke to someone you couldn’t have seen even if you were looking.

“Wizard Dad, we’re in the clear, send in the Witcher, over,”

“Perfect timing, Toby,”

“War Hammer!”

“Yes!  Right, sorry,”

“Who were you talking to?”

Douxie nearly jumped out of his skin, “Nothing!  No one!  Come on, love, let’s go home,”

“Aight.  Are you okay?”

“Yes, darling, never better,”

You bit your lip, looking at the singed edges of his hoodie, “Cool beans.  Let’s get gone,”

He smiled at you as you spun around, heading in the direction of your home.  

To anyone else, it might just be a regular apartment, but to Douxie, and to you, it was everything.  It was a place where safety was confirmed, where the two of you could be yourselves and just exist without the pressures of being known by anyone but each other.  And Archie.  Douxie loved living with you, spending time with you, all of it.  Even if some of the towels were singed, he wouldn’t want to live with anyone else.

“Douxie?  You sure you’re good, babe?”

The wizard smiled at you, “I’m more than okay, I promise,”

“Then come on,” you grabbed his hand, “Let’s go,”

Douxie was glad to follow you home.

He was less glad to open the door to your apartment to see a bit more than the towels singed.

“Oh, fuzzbuckets,”

“What?  I didn’t do this?”  you entered your apartment, trying to figure out who burned literally everything in your home if it wasn’t you.

“SURPRISE!!!!”

“OH MY GOD!!!”  you screamed, flinging your bag in self defense.  It hit Krel, knocking him out even though it didn’t hit his head.  You weren’t sure how that happened, but there was no time to think about that.  At the moment you were focused on the faces of your very embarrassed friends, trolls, aliens, changelings and humans, all of whom were probably responsible for burning everything in your apartment.

And it wasn’t only burnt.  Behind them, a white banner hung on the wall, the word, “BIRTH” was written on it in large red letters.  Someone had thrown glitter at the sign in an attempt to make it better.  The glitter, however, had not stuck to the banner, instead, it coated everything in your apartment.  You were pretty sure there was frosting on your ceiling.

“Happy birthday?”

“Aww, you guys!’  You exclaimed, looking around your apartment, relishing in the chaos, “Thank you so much!”

They all visibly relaxed, thankful that you weren’t mad about the mess.  But why would you be?  You were a witch, you could clean it.  Also, fire was your thing.  You were fine with a little soot.

Your eyes were wide as you took it all in, “You’re all so amazing!”

“It’s no problem at all, (Y/N),” Jim said, his nerves slipping into his voice as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You heard her guys!  She’s okay with the scorch marks!  Let’s party!”  Toby yelled, eager to stop stressing after what had been a very tense and flammable party set-up.

And so the party began!  It was pretty chill, there were many vibes, I don’t know how to describe it because I’ve been to one party in my entire life, but let’s just say it was dope.  Halfway through Krel woke up, and was totally fine.  Everything was going well.

And it kept going well.  

It seemed that the universe decided that a metric ton of shadow mephits and a burnt apartment were enough for one day. By the end of the night, you were pretty tired.  You’d sent the children and trolls home at a reasonable hour because you were a pyromaniac, not an irresponsible influence.

You and Douxie used magic to clean the apartment after everyone had left.

“Are you actually okay with the burns and the glitter?”

“Okay?  It literally could not be better,”  you looked at Douxie, smiling brightly, “Our friends tried their best to do something nice for my birthday.  Did they burn the apartment?  A little, but I don’t care.  It was sweet, and,” you picked up a handful of glitter, “They gave me free ammo,”

You threw the glitter at your unexpecting boyfriend, hitting him in the chest.

“Oh no, you don’t!”

The glitter fight that ensued was glorious.  You both fought bravely, not stopping for anything.  Your tactics were well thought out and nearly fool-proof, but alas, you were battling against the person who knew you best rendering all strategy moot.  After a fierce and shiny battle, you found yourself cornered by your wizard.

“Surrender, love?”

“Never,”

Before Douxie could throw more glitter on you, you grabbed his face and kissed him.  He melted into it, not noticing your hand reaching back for more glitter until it was too late.

You came away from the kiss before throwing glitter into your boyfriend’s face, giggling at the displeased look on his face.  Your laughter made him crack a smile before he kissed you again.

“I love you, Doux,”

“I love you too.  Happy birthday, (Y/N),”

[burningblake]

show your process

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES - When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you'd like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours.

I have been tagged by @lordbelacqua to talk about this gifset (thank you sm, I always wanted to make my own sort of gif tutorial hehe). Also, shout-out to lordbelacqua’s gifset here.

Since this is going to be long, I put everything under the cut.

planning: so since this is an inspired gifset, obviously the idea came from another post, this one here and as you will see this post has an insp credit on its own, but the user changed their url so I had to do some search to find their gifset. anyway, it’s here. the first gifset includes the greek words ‘eros’, ‘philautia’, ‘storge’, ‘philia’ but you will notice in my gifset I have an extra word which is ‘agape’ (my personal favorite as a greek person), this extra word I saw from the second gifset. 

At first, I wanted to do this with #alina starkov from #shadow and bone, but I realized that the word ‘eros’, i.e. romantic love would go for #darklina, whilst ‘storge’, i.e. familial love, would go for alina and mal, and becaure of the ship wars in the fandom, I didn’t want to potentially attract haters from doing this. btw, someone else did this after I posted the yennefer gifset and I was really happy to see it, especially because they used many moments/relationships I had in mind, so shout-out to @darkstarkova for the gifset. 

anyway, I also ended up choosing yennefer because for me it just felt much more meaningful to do such a gifset for her, since she has so much love to give and so few chances to do so. I also wanted to do right by it and use quality frames, so I went the extra mile and downloaded higher quality episodes. then I had to choose the shots that would work. some of the words, like “eros” and “storge” and “agape” I already had an idea what they would be, but for the words “philautia” and “philia” I had to fast-rewatch some episodes again. long story short, I first planned to blend this gifset for “philautia”, i.e. self love:

but then I rewatched the scene at the end where yennefer burns it all and as she was remembering all the times she’d been abused and maltreated, I teared up (I always do) and that scene just felt much more powerful to me, because it was then that she truly accepted herself and “let her chaos” be unleashed. 

giffing: to sharpen my gifs, I used the light sharpening action from this post. for the coloring and blending I’ll use the first gif as an example, but more or less, I didn’t follow any specific color palette, but went with what looked nice and what didn’t. so at first I had this gif: 

after I finished staring at this (took me a few minutes), I actually focused on the coloring. so first I used a curves layer and chose the light and dark areas (left pic below). Basically you choose the marker in the yellow circle to choose the lightest spot on yor gif, and the marker in the dark circle to choose the darkest spot respectively. I also play individually with the greens, blues and reds (right pic below) until I get a lighting base that I like:

Now at this part I usually just add a levels and brightness layer to further enhance the light and dark spots. At this point the gifset looks like this: 

personally I didn’t like the red tint on their faces and the cyan tint on geralt’s hair, so I used a selective color layer and turned up the cyans in the reds and turned down the cyans in the cyans like below. I also turned down the yellows in the cyans but I see that this didn’t change much, so it’s something I simply forgot to turn back to normal. 

I also added a color balance layer. With this I usually increase the blues, the magentas and cyans for midtones, shadows and highlights. So now: 

At this point, I add a gradient map layer in b&w, right-click on it, select ‘blending options’ and turn it to soft light, then play with the opacity if necessary:

Usually this is where my coloring ends, but I still didn’t like the result so I played around some more and ended up adding a second gradient map layer in b&w, left it at normal blend mode and turned the opacity down to 47%. So this is what I have finally:

So then I colored the second gif similarly and blended it in. For blending gifs, I follow this tutorial here. So now I had this:

As you can see, the coloring and light of the blended gif doesn’t match the base gif. Adding a similar second gradient to the blended gif didn’t really work nice. Then I decided to turn it b&w with a simple black and white layer and voila, the result just clicked. 

For the text I downloaded various fonts from here. So the title line “eros” is in the Bellerose font and the rest are in the Avenir font from here. I used the gradient text effect described here for the title line. And as for the second subtitle text, I simply opened “blending options” again, set the fill opacity to 0 and used a white stroke of size 1 px. Final result:

For the rest of the gifs I did similar coloring and blending.

arranging: To arrange, I simply play around with what looks good. The size I used is 540 x 450, because in the first gif I needed yennefer’s dark hair to take quite a large proportion of the gif, so that I could place the blended gif on (it does not show on light areas), so this determined the dimensions for the gifset. 

posting: I always “save as draft” before I post any gifset because I want to make sure all gifs play out correctly and also I want to see if the mobile app shows them correctly as well. So after I verify this, I add the caption and I search the necessary blogs to tag to spread awareness. 

I’d say it is my most quality gifset yet and I am kind of proud of it :) 

I’m tagging: 

@starkkov​ for this gifset | @captainheroism​ for this gifset | @swanthief​ for this gifset | @aleksander-alina​ for this gifset | @the-darkling​​ for this gifset

of course you can just ignore this or choose another creation of yours to show the process for <3

[jinnyu]

Oh I love your blog already!! If its not too much trouble, could I also get Hop x gn/male reader with prompt 73? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (Im the same anon that requested the Bede ome btw. I loved that sm ty!!! maybe one day ill come off anon but for now you can just call me 🌻 anon :)))

Used artwork credit here

A/N: Hey!! Im glad you enjoyed the last one! And glad to see you here again, sunflower anon!! Your requests always put me in a whole fluff writing mood, so hopefully, you'll like this one too! Thanks for requesting!

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

Zacian gallops your way, returning the ball toy you threw for it to play; it retrieved the toy with full of enthusiasm, eager to play more with you until its hungry and waiting for its meal later. To think that the legendary pokemon who protected Galar would be here, playing fetch with you joyfully as if its a well tamed pet. Oh what are the odds.

You gave the legendary pokemon a pat on its head, not forgetting to gently ruffle its fur too afterwards as you took the ball from its mouth; giving out praises as you do, in which Zacian replied with a cheerful howl— you could never get enough of how adorable Zacian is, even if its capable of banishing The Darkest Day with it's partner, that doesn't reduce the cuteness level it has.

As you were about to throw the ball again, Zamazenta came rushing your way, followed by a laughing Hop who seemed like he was playing tag with the said legendary pokemon.

The sight infront of you surely is contagious, filled with laughter and glee which made you laugh too at it's silliness. Zacian seemed like it's enjoying the camping time with it's partner, and it didn't mind Hop's presence too. All is well. Its rare to have a time where you're able to camp together with your bestie like this, out in the open wild

Being the champion sure has it disadvantages; much less time for your bestfriends, casual talks, and all of that. Most of it are only filled by interviews, interviews, and even more interviews. No one ever said being the champion was easy, and you expected nothing less— no wonder Leon seemed like he's really busy and not able to stay in one place for just a second, not to mention his terrible sense of direction that only makes him lost easily. Its probably caused by a lot of thoughts in his head, therefore mini amnesia.

"Zacian!!"

Hop called out while Zacian was playing with Zamazenta. This made the legendary pokemon look up and tilted it's head a bit in confusion before finally walking to the boy who called it. Apparently Hop has something in mind, and it seems like he's been wanting to try this for awhile now.

"Easy boy"

He tangled his hands in Zacian's heavy fur, acting like he's massaging the pokemon, only to move his hands to Zacian's neck and beginning to scratch it, waiting for a reaction from the said legendary pokemon. Zacian stands tall before him, slowly starting to enjoy Hop's tiny gesture of affection by scratching the area of it's neck. Not long, Zacian lets out another happily satisfied howl, followed by a big grin appearing on your bestfriend's face. It really didn't take much for Hop to be happy, just seeing your pokemon enjoying his effort and affection is enough, it seems.

You then walked to a nearby small rock, sitting down on it as you watched your legendary pokemon have a bonding time with your bestfriend from afar. Its nice to have one day of quality time with with people you held dear to you, and of course, your beloved pokemon.

Zamazenta seems like it was quite lonely though, so you decided to call it to you in order to make it feel not left out. Zamazenta happily obliges and walks to you in a calm pace; you opened your arms, urging for it to hug you or nuzzle onto you as it came close to you, in which, it did nuzzle to your face and booped your cheek as an act of affection and respect for you. Zamazenta realises that you're Hop's bestfriend— someone important to it's trainer, therefore it should show the same respect it has shown for it's trainer, possibly even more.

"Look at youuuu" you cooed as you buried your face in the Shield-like legendary pokemon's mane, it was quite thick and warm, it's fur brings warmth and a sense of protection; somehow the vibes you're getting from Zamazenta is similiar to Hop's vibes. Warm, and you feel safe whenever he's around. I guess the trainer's personality reflects on their pokemon, huh?

Aside from that, you pulled away from the said pokemon, giving it a fuzzy ruffle one last time before letting it rest it's head on your lap, taking a short and quick nap. Oh arceus, Zamazenta is adorable, and the fact that it's resting it's head on your lap right now, it means that you cant move or else you'll wake it up.

You carefully ran your fingers through its fur, combing your way through as you feel it snoring lightly on your lap, indicating that its finally letting it guard down around you and take a rest. Still, you couldn't move at all, you dont want to wake it up, it would be a horrible thing to do if you indeed woke it up— you're not gonna lie though, half asleep Zamazenta probably would be twice adorable, just like your own legendary, Zacian.

Time passes by as you hummed, going through your rotom phone while your other hand kept patting the legendary pokemon's head. The area surrounding you has became quiet too, and it makes you wonder. Where is Hop and Zacian? You didn't hear their joyful interactions anymore.

Ah oh well, if Hop is lost, you have his pokemon with you, you could politely ask it to help you search for it's trainer. You continued scrolling through your phone as you enjoyed the sound of rustling on the grass... or so you thought.

Before you could react, Hop surprised you with a backhug followed a shout-whisper "Gotcha!". His arms wrapped around your torso carefully, noticing that Zamazenta is vast asleep on your lap— though it didn't stop him from his mischievous thoughts of teasing you, like always.

His fingers began trailing up and down on your sides, treading it lightly that made you feel a little bit ticklish, resulting in you trying your hardest not to flinch or make any small movements that could possibly wake the sleeping pokemon.

You held back your laughter as one hand was covered your lips, other hand placed on top of one Hop's hand, gripping it lightly as an act of telling him to stop.

With that, Hop's eyes widened, twinkling with amusement before turning back into a mischievous look, lips curling into his usual happy-go-lucky smile.

"Oh, are you ticklish?"

Oh no. Nope, no way in hell you'd admit that— not that you could anyways, you were in a state where any word that manages to slip out your of lips would be fatal, by fatal i mean that it would make Zamazenta wake up from it's slumber. And you dont want that.

Hop should've known that you're ticklish since you two were toddlers. Maybe he had forgotten it, you're grateful if he did, but this was not the best timing for him to be doing this to you— can he not see his pokemon is sleeping??? What kind of a cruel trainer would do this???

Back to reality, his fingers kept digging on your ticklish spot, which made you curl forward, holding back your laughter and hoping to Arceus that you wont slip.

You could hear hop snickering behind you as he's determined to make you lose your control and laugh freely, and he's gonna give all of it to make that happen, until that is, Zacian ambushed him from the side, making him tumble to the grass below him as your legendary pokemon held him down, in an act of saving you.

Your fingers wiped the tears thats threatening to slide down your cheeks, turning your head to the side only to see your bestfriend being held down by your trustworthy companion. This made your mouth turn into an O-shape as you gave it a thumbs up, thanking it for saving your dear life, and Zamazenta's beauty sleep, of course.

"Gah!! Zacian!!" Hop struggled under Zacian's powerful stare; it looked down on Hop as if it was telling Hop to back off and not bother it's trainer anymore. Hop got it's message clearly and smiled apologetically, followed by a small chuckle before Zacian finally lets him go, still watching him carefully from afar incase you're being tortured by his tickling again.

A huff slipped past your lips as the pokemon on your lap shifts; lifting it's head slowly and looked at you drowsily. "Avenge me later, Zamazenta" you muttered with a chuckle, but Zamazenta seems like it didn't understand what you were saying, nonetheless, probably Zacian will explain it later, in their... legendary ways, and if you're lucky enough, Zamazenta would really avenge you.

You changed your direction to where Hop was. He was dusting off his shirt, fixing his hair until he noticed our gaze on him. "C'mere!!" You stood up carefully as Zamazenta followed your move, you're gonna get back at him right now, just incase Zamazenta doesn't avenge you.

Lucky for you, Hop is also ticklish, so two could play this game.

[snickiebear]

yo nadia <3333 i'm bored in my online classes and u reblogged the questions thingy at the right time lmao, so get ready: 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 17, 23, 24, 28, 30!!!, 34, 38, 39, 40 (the intimacy of being understood) (imma stop here lol) (also i'm sorry u're not feeling well, ily and hope u'll feel better soon!! <33333)

ELE ILY. (and thank you, i’m stayin home today cause,,, yeah. i appreciate you sm.) you’re the literal best, i adore you. 

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

The first fanfiction i read was for The Lunar Chronicles when I was like 11?? and it was 100% on accident and it scarred me because it was a hardcore porn one with a period kink and i was like WHAT IS THIS??? OH MY GOD???? LMAOOOOO i didn’t pick it back up until i was 13-14 and really got into the Fairy Tail fandom. I still reread my favorites on ff.net cause i love them. 

As for writing, I wrote a horrible, terrible x-men fanfiction when I was twelve. (my friend still brings it up and REFUSES to delete it so it still gets comments and views, that shit HAUNTS ME ELE.) then tried again for Fairy Tail, posted like two chapters before taking it down cause i wasn’t really feeling it. And then I posted The Intimacy Of Being Understood and here we are. 

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

OMGG okok 

@murd3rm1ttens ‘s The Problem How Time Works IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YOU GUYS NEED TO HOP ON IT ASAP. MITTEN’S WRITING SO SO SO SO GOOD. SAKURA AND INO ARE TOTAL BADASSES. KAKASHI IS A SIMPPPP. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. 

@mouseymightymarvellous ‘s We Were Screaming In Color (Only A Possibility) yes, yes I KNOW. i always point into mousey’s direction but i WILL always advocate that everyone reads her fics, they’re literally so beautiful???? i just happen to be rereading WWSIN rn 

@safelycapricious ‘s Shaking Up And Breaking Down series. I found this like?? idfk but i’ve been raving about it ever since. ALSO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS IN GENERAL. 

fuck i have more than three but also check out @ambivalens999 ‘s Masks

i do wanna make a fic rec thing where i just rav about my favs,,, might do that later or sum

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Omniscient third person. I don’t like it. Like I can understand that it can be a little hard to stay in one person’s perspective but, in my opinion, if you can, it shows how disciplined you are as a writer. Plus, i just get so confused when I go from A’s thoughts to suddenly what B is thinking about A. 

When writers use ‘ ‘ instead of “ “. When writers put thoughts in ‘ ‘ instead of just italicizing them. It’s small things but like they just bother me sO MUCH. most of the time i can ignore it and try to enjoy but other times i just dip. 

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

@espoir-et-reves !!!!! THEIR SHISAKU FICS ARE SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. And they have a warring states one going on THAT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH. 

@writer168 idk if they’re really “underrated” but THEY HAVE SUCH GREAT FICS ON AO3. Like theres an AU with sakura, kiba, and shino that i reread constantly because it just. is. so. fucking. GOOD. and they posted a new one that i’m YELLING about. 

@eggtoasties okay they only have 2 in the naruto fandom (one shisaku which is still ongoing) BUT THEIR WRITING STYLE IS SO NICE?? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I still go back and reread their shikasaku one cause UGH i can’t get enough. I love it. 

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Fandoms: Naruto, Soul Eater, The Old Guard, ATLA

Parings: KakaSaku/ShikaSaku/ShiSaku/MultiSaku, SoMa, Joe X Nicky, Zukka

Character: SAKURA. I will read anything with Sakura as the main character and her being a fuckin badass or becoming a badass. I love her.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

aha.. haha.. well. I check my email like three times an hour. its the first thing i check in the mornings too. I’m literally a whore for praise and literally eat up feedback like its going out of style. I also reread a lot of my stuff because i make so many mistakes and spelling errors, or the spacing is weird oR SOMETHING. plus, literally any and all comments make my day, i go back and reread them cause they just make me feel so tingly and warm like “wow. this person enjoyed the fic/my writing enough to tell me. thats HUGE!”

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Angry, feral, bloodied, morally gray women. They aren’t bad guys, they’re probably the good guy, but that doesn’t mean they cant be fucking raging at the world with raw knuckles and blood on their teeth. I just love an angry woman who struggles with her emotions and just has so much inner conflict but that doesn’t take away from her character or badassery, it adds to it. 

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

The fake dating or miscommunication troupe. LIKE GUYS JUST TALK. AND TELL EACH OTHER OMFG. the entire like obliviousness of “nah they dont like me” while the They holds their hand and kisses their cheek. MOFO WHAT. it makes me so impatient and like mad HAAHHAHA. its probably because i’m a pretty confrontational person so seeing stuff like that just “cmon bro, USE YO HEAD.”

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

I have yet to receive a negative comment! Which i was really surprised about tbh. As for deadlines or pressure to update, i just kind of do whatever. I do set goals, but i set them flexible enough that hey, if i can’t do it, that’s okay. 

I have a lot of mini goals, like “i want to write this chapter and get it done this week” and then the large goal is “FINISH BY END OF MAY” so i have time. 

Actually, now that I think on it, the entire pressure to update thing is probably why i’m waiting until I have all of OL&W written to post it weekly,, cause well. I wouldn’t wanna leave you guys waiting as I tried to write and work out the next chapters and stuff, you know?

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

AAAAAA YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE AHAHAHAH

Have you seen the way the dead dance, World Breaker? They roar, half mad and starving. Do you not wish, do you not hope to see them twist and bend and dance to your will?

Shikamaru snarls, looking behind his shoulders to where his Shadows lay. “Patience.” He spits. “Is of the essence, Things of Ancient. Know your place as the dark you are.”

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

None of my experiences match up to anything I write tbh,,, probably the only thing that is me in my writing is maybe the emotional turmoil? I’m pretty emotionally and mentally mature because from a pretty young age i started forming my own opinions, started looking into the world around us and being like “dude what the fuck this is not what disney advertised”. Then i started talking (read: arguing and debating) with my dad about a lot of it. So, like emotions are kind of hard for me. Like i’m pretty good at controlling them or understanding them, but still. idk its hard to explain ig.

Like the weight of stress, the anger, the sadness. It’s kind of therapeutic to write. Cause i don’t know how to put those feelings to verbal words so writing them really helps. 

As for my readers’ image? Probably like some kind of hunched over figure typing away in the dark with a maniacal grin on their face. I honestly don’t know AHHAHAHA but it is fun to think about. I think they’d see me as someone with potential but a lot of room to grow and someone who is imperfect but in a charming way LMAOOOO

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

I’m gonna be real honest. Its probably like a 2. I’m a bit of a control freak so I almost always go in chronological order, my writing is pretty linear. Unless, i get bored and jump to one of my fav parts. It's pretty much i sit down, i open the doc, read over my notes and just start writing. 

It’s a little boring to explain AHAHAHA but once i get into the groove of things its really fucking great, I can like feel myself in the world, I can feel what i want the characters to, i love it. I catch myself mouthing the words as i type too, which i find hilarious.

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I rather like how raw my writing is sometimes. Which might sound really vain, but i do like the way i word things or describe things. I love juxtaposition and repetition, or making a good ole circle back to some minute detail that wouldn’t stand out until i repeat it at the end and you’re like “omg” AHAHAHAHA.

Like those little poetic snippets or certain wording i just sit back and go “damn thats kinda good nadia! go you!’ HAHAHA  

40. How did you come up with the idea for The Intimacy Of Being Understood?

AAAAA this fic is like my first child, my pride and joy LMAO

so the idea initially came when i was reading some fic, idk if it was even naruto, but i was like “i don't like this, but i do like the rain symbolism.” And I knew i wanted to write something kind of slow paced, something a little sad and angsty, but would show KakaSaku slowly but surely falling in love.

Idk if you’ve noticed but a lot of my fics, the pairings don’t change each other dramatically. They accept each other as they are and then they grow with together. Like that acceptance is something i just love writing, its so subtle, it isn’t something you declare. Its simply “I am going to love you. I am going to love you despite your flaws and faults. I am going to love you unconditionally because I know you, I understand you, and there is nothing you could do to drive me away.” 

The fic kind of wrote itself after that first scene. I kept going back to the rain, go being ghosts, and resurrection, and the small epiphanies one gets. I wanted to focus on each character’s growth with each other. They didn’t find light in life because of each other, but with each other. And i think that’s my favorite thing about that fic. 

I wanted something raw and real and just something beautiful. I’m actually really proud of it tbh. Would i go back and rewrite/edit it? Oh of course! I’d do that with every single one of my fics, but i’m not gonna cause i think its in its rawest form right now. :))))

ask me shit plz

[markschanel]

[13:12 pm]

You stand nervously in the recording booth after you finish your third take of your singing sample for the monthly evaluations, waiting for the cues of the producers on the other side. To your surprise, you get satisfied hums and cheers of approval as you’re flashed a thumbs up as a cue you’re finished for the day.

“Great job, (Y/N)! SM’s very glad to have you join us.” The manager compliments you sincerely, as you bow repeatedly in gratitude at the rare showers of praises the company is known to give due to the high standards expected in its future stars.

Just as you made your way out to your next dance lessons planned on your trainee schedule, the door swings open and Idol!Mark appears in front of you as you both stand frozen by the doorway.

    “Oh, I’m so sorry, sunbae-” You apologize frantically, finding your usually more sure self now flustered in embarrassment of almost barging in front of the company’s ace and golden boy.

    “Ah, Mark, this is the new trainee we were talking about with you- she’s amazing you have to hear her sing she’s incredibly talented-”

Even in just his plain white t-shirt, grey sweatpants and black bomber jacket, you’re stunned speechless at his charismatic, boyish charm that you’ve finally encountered in person.

You’ve listened to NCT’s discography throughout the years and noticed him standing out even at such a young age, and to finally see the man, the myth and the legend yourself leaves you in a state of daze.

    “It’s so nice to finally meet you- (Y/N), I’ve heard all about you and can’t wait to hear your future work.” He flashes you that timid, humble grin as he rests his palms behind his neck, and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He switches to English, understanding how your Korean level of fluency may be basic at best as you just moved from overseas a few months ago before moving into the agency.

Is this right? Am I dreaming? He’s the sunbae here, years ahead of you after having debuted in the industry more than four times, and he was regarding you with the same respect and admiration that you should’ve been showing openly. 

     “It’s so nice to meet you too, Senior. I’m a big fan of your work and I’ll continue to work hard.”

“There’s no need to call me your ‘senior’ especially when we’re speaking in English, and you’re not that much younger than me either-” He chuckles lightly, his hands into his pockets as he leans against the wall in efforts to make you feel more at ease. Almost at home.

“If you insist then- I’m just so glad to finally find someone speaking English here.” You respond in relief, shoulders slumping as you sigh with a relaxed smile, one that he mirrors as he observes you carefully.

“I hope I’ll see you around then, (Y/N).” Mark remarks as you make your way outside the recording room, as you bow respectfully and nod in agreement.

Not wanting to seem rude, you finally make eye contact with him, yet once you see his authentic, friendly grin and his dreamy, puppy-like eyes up close- you know you’re in for some trouble.

                                                    ...

(A/N): I might sporadically do future blurbs about this more senior, established Idol!Mark with the new trainee and eventual rookie idol (Y/N), who’s a member of the new SM girl group, who also finds herself as the same centre, all rounder and how that’ll bring you closer to working more with him and maybe some feelings emerge?? Who knows HAHA hope you guys enjoyed this.

edit: reposted because it suddenly stopped showing up in the tags oop lmao 

[cloudphillips]

I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

Summary: Of all people, Joohyun was the last person Seungwan expected to betray her.

Seungwan was sitting on the backseat of the car, mildly shivering from the cold and casually staring out the window as the world passed like a blur.

 It was a stormy night. The moon was barely visible under the dark clouds that loomed over the heavens, even the stars have disappeared. Droplets landed on the earth like miniature bombs and drenched everything in its path. Seungwan sighed. Looks like it won't stop raining anytime soon.

 Her gaze drifted towards her members, each of them preoccupied with something to ease the boredom. Seulgi was kind enough to drive for them. Her fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel in time with the melodramatic music blasting through the speakers that Joy was listening to. Yeri was passively scrolling through her social media & occasionally giving directions to Seulgi by consulting the GPS in her phone. Meanwhile, Joohyun was beside her, arms tightly curled around Seungwan's waist while resting her head on her shoulders as she slept peacefully despite the storm. The older girl complained about the cold earlier but she was starting to think otherwise. Judging by how she was hogging Seungwan like a blanket proved how Joohyun was just finding excuses to cuddle with her.

 Her girlfriend has been acting weird lately.

 Sure, she had always been weird. With her obsession of fabric conditioner and doing household chores, Joohyun couldn't be anymore bizarre, but this was a different kind of weird. A good kind of weird.

 Ever since that unfortunate SBS incident where Seungwan fell off the stage during rehearsals, her girlfriend got a little more clingy, always keeping her close and touching her at every given opportunity. It's like she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Seungwan wasn't complaining of course, especially when she finally discovered the reason why.

 ~~~

 "What's with this?" The blonde broached the topic to Joohyun one day. She was reading a book when her attention-seeker of a girlfriend decided that it was the perfect time to invade her space and sit on her lap.

 "What's what?" Joohyun asked.

 "This sudden clinginess?" Seungwan gestured at how Joohyun was wrapped around her like a koala and pointed out how the older girl preoccupied herself by breathing her in, like she couldn't get enough of Seungwan's scent. It was cute really, but the vocalist was slightly perturbed at the fact that someone was sniffing her neck, even if it was her girlfriend.

 "But I'm always clingy?" Joohyun was confused. She only ever showed this side of her girlfriend. Sure, her members get glimpses of it once in a while but Seungwan was always, ALWAYS, the recipient of her hugs and kisses.

 "Not like this. You weren't this touchy before the incident." Seungwan brushed away the stray locks of hair to properly gaze into Joohyun's eyes. "What's wrong babe? You can tell me."

 Joohyun pursed her lip and looked away. How can she keep hiding the truth, how she felt the overwhelming need to always touch Seungwan. After much contemplation, the older girl decided to reveal her secret.

 "It's for my reassurance, I guess." Joohyun shrugged, acting as if she didn't just admit an earth-shattering revelation that could probably change the world. It's quite dramatic, she knows, but when it comes to Seungwan, the older girl was never one to take things lightly. "Some comfort for me to know that you're still there."

 Joohyun casually played with blonde locks, fingers drawing lazy circles on Seungwan's nape, a gesture so small but a significant impact to her. "When that incident happened during the SBS rehearsals, I watched you get taken to the hospital. I didn't know what to do." She frowned, as if the memory stirred unpleasant feelings that she fought hard to keep buried. "You took so long recovering from that emergency operation. It felt like you were slowly slipping away from me and I had no idea how make you stay."

 Seungwan had no idea that the older girl felt this way, that she carried this burden all alone by herself without anyone knowing. "Hyun, I didn't know."

 "Of course you don't. I never planned on sharing it to you. Not yet anyway since it's quite unpleasant for me" Joohyun took a deep breath to steady herself despite her voice trembling when she said. "I haven't been the same ever since, knowing that you could disappear in just a flash. Maybe that's why I always find myself touching you, to reassure myself that you're here with me."

 "That you'll never go away."

 She held onto Seungwan, hands clutching her shirt as her grip tightened, and pressed their foreheads together. "So promise me something Wan."

 "Anything Hyun." Seungwan whispered against her lips.

 "Don't go anywhere where I can't follow."

 ~~~

 "You okay back there unnie?" Sooyoung spoke from the front seat, eyes sparkling with mischief when she noticed Joohyun draped over Seungwan like a Boa constrictor. "Should we just drive by a motel instead and get the both of you a room?"

 Wendy was unable to hide her blush. "Shut up."

 "It's like she has this overwhelming need to touch you always." Yerim commented offhandedly beside the sleeping girl. To prove her point, Joohyun tightened her hold around the blonde, if that was even possible, and sighed contentedly. It looked like she was having a nice dream. "You were gone for 8 months. Not a motherfucking century!"

 "Language Yerm." Seulgi, ever the loyal best friend that she was, came to the rescue. She gazed at the driving mirror and flashed Seungwan a smile. "Besides, Joohyunnie haven't had a proper rest ever since that incident." She spoke the last word in a hushed whisper, like it was a forbidden sin to even talk about the reason why Red Velvet's leader developed insomnia in the past 8 months was because of the sudden disappearance of their main vocalist. "Even during the subunit preparation, she's always worrying about Wannie."

 "True that. I've lost count of the times she bombarded me with texts asking about how you were and if you were eating well whenever I visited you in the hospital." Yerim rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it all. Her phone's memory was greatly depleted just because of Joohyun's messages alone. It's ridiculous. "It's like I've been thrusted into this annoying task of babysitting you."

 "You have her wrapped around your fingers Seungwan-unnie." Sooyoung had this shit eating grin plastered on her face and the blonde couldn't help but be wary. The tall vixen only ever acted like this whenever she was planning world domination or just literally making everyone's lives miserable. "It's about time you conquered her uncharted lands, if you know what I mean." Her brows wiggled suggestively and for such an innocent-looking person, Sooyoung possessed such a crass mouth.

 "You're disgusting." Wendy frowned because there's no way in hell she'd conquer Joohyun's uncharted lands. Well, if her girlfriend wants to, but not right now. She needs to get her consent first because Seungwan was a gentleman-- err, woman-- like that. She decided to change the topic before Yerim could join in and turn this into a raunchy NSFW conversation. "Anyways, why are we doing this anyway. Whose brilliant idea was this to announce a game night while a full-blown storm was raging outside?"

 "It was mine actually." Seulgi had the decency to look sheepish when she pouted adorably and caused Seungwan to melt at the sight. "I just thought that we need a break after everything that's happened lately. It's a good bonding moment too."

 It's quite a miracle that SM gave them a day off and allowed them to go gallivanting on their own without the nosy staff sniffing into their business. The once strict company was now being lenient towards their idols. It was quite unbelievable. Maybe the new management were making some changes.

 "But Laser Tag? Seriously?" Seungwan scoffed in disbelief. They could've went to the salon since she still needed to dye her hair. She quite liked being blonde but the company wanted her back as a brunette. She had no choice, really.

 "How dare you speak blasphemy! I happen to like Laser Tag!" Sooyoung was quick to object.

 "Yeah, but you suck at it." Yerim shot her down.

 "You bitc--"

 Before Sooyoung could launch an all out war against the maknae, Joohyun slowly stirred awake. She rubbed her eyes to chase the drowsiness away and gave Seungwan such a breathtaking smile that the blonde thought about dying right there and then. "Hey."

 "Hey." Seungwan had this stupid smile on her face as she tucked a strand of raven hair behind her girlfriend's ear. "Sorry, did we wake you?"

 "No. It's okay." Joohyun yawned adorably and snuggled closer in her arms. "I had such a pleasant dream thanks to you."

 Seungwan didn't care if she was blushing like a tomato right now. She stopped caring a long time ago because of Joohyun.

 But of course, her members decided that it was the perfect time to ruin this precious moment.

 "Really? In front of my salad?!" Sooyoung groaned in annoyance even when it was obviously clear that she wasn't eating a salad. Heck, she wasn't even eating anything. She was only doing this to spite Seungwan.

 "Get a room!" Yerim hid her disgust behind an obnoxious cough. "It's reeking estrogen in here!"

 Joohyun ignored their jabs expertly and addressed Seulgi. "Are we there yet?"

 "Nope." Seulgi consulted the GPS and squinted because due to the poor lighting, her ability to read has greatly diminished. "It says here that we're about 2 hours away from the nearest arcade."

 "Oh good. At least I can use the time to spend it with Seungwan." The older girl nodded her head in resolution before resting her head on Seungwan's shoulders and intertwining their fingers together.

 That act didn't go unnoticed by the devil duo and judging by the smirks on their faces, Seungwan knew that it was gonna be a long ride. There was a brief moment of peace before Sooyoung dropped the bomb.

 "So Joohyunnie, have you conquered Seungwan's uncharted lands yet?"

 ***

 When they arrived at the arcade, Sooyoung wasted no time dividing them into two groups and barking orders at everyone. Laser Tag was quite expensive but Sooyoung had no qualms about swiping her black Amex card on the cash register like hot knife on butter as if paying for a ridiculously pricey game was another everyday occurrence.

 It was a war between two nations as Seungwan got paired with Seulgi and Yerim and even before the game started, the instructor assisted them in fastening the protective gear and equipment, she already knew that they were fated to lose. Why? Because the arrogant smirk donned by Sooyoung and the fire burning in Joohyun's eyes was enough indication that they were going to get obliterated.

 "Cheer up unnie!" Yerim must've noticed her trepidation because she sidled up next to the blonde and spoke words of encouragement. "It's not like Sooyoung is an expert in this game."

 "It's not Sooyoung I'm worried about." Seungwan adjusted the straps of her helmet and sighed. Is it too late to back out now?

 "Oh, you mean Joohyun-unnie. Don't worry Wan. I'm pretty sure she'll go easy on you." Seugli, ever innocent, trusting and naive Seulgi, meant well but she doesn't know what she's talking about.

 "You're clearly underestimating Joohyun's tendency to become competitive."

 And when the lights went out, they jumped into action. The whole place was like a maze and Seungwan had a hard time navigating through the dark. How could she when she spent the whole time bumping into walls and trying not to die. Plus, the flashing neon lights were giving her quite the vertigo.

 At one point, she took a rest to recover some of her energy but after hearing Seulgi's surprised shriek followed by Sooyoung's maniacal laugh echo through the air, she realized that they lost one teammate. No! Seulgi had been brutally murdered! This cannot be happening!

 "Help!" Yerim screamed before a series of gunshots were fired.

 Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!

 "Hold on Yerim I'm coming!" Seungwan sprung into action and ran until her lungs burned. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her sane now. She needed to save her teammate and not let Seulgi's sacrifice go in vain.

 Seriously, she should NOT be doing anything even remotely dangerous. Heck, she shouldn't be doing anything in the first place! Her physical therapist advised her to take it easy on her daily activities, lest she injured herself once again, yet here she was, playing some stupid Laser Tag just because she couldn't say no to her friends.

 Seungwan stumbled on a wide clearing devoid of peiple and the alarms blared in her head, screaming at her that this was an ambush and she should just motherfucking get out of here. She noticed a stack of wooden crates and decided to hide behind them but before she could move, something cold pressed against her back and heard a sultry whisper.

 "Don't even think about it."

 It was Joohyun and despite the sweat cascading down her forehead and being completely in disarray, she still managed to look beautiful. Seungwan swallowed the lump in her throat before slowly turning to face her girlfriend.

 "Hey babe." The blonde smiled nervously because holy fuck! Sweaty Joohyun was causing unimaginable things to her already weak heart. "Fancy seeing you here."

 "Stop talking." Joohyun growled as she pressed the tip of the gun towards the blonde's chest. If the vocalist wasn't intimidated before then she surely was now. The older girl took a step and didn't stop until Seungwan's back hit the wall. Her gaze was sharp, critical, like a predator prowling its prey, as if she was contemplating to how to properly assassinate her girlfriend without spilling too much blood.

 Seungwan couldn't run.

 There was no escape.

 Nowhere to hide.

 Of all people, Joohyun was the last person she expected to betray her.

 Her girlfriend was trying to kill her.

 Fuck! She didn't expect to be defeated this early. She vowed to save Yerim and avenge Seulgi but it can't be helped. What her girlfriend wants, she gets. At the end of the day, the blonde was merely a pawn to the grand scheme of things.

 If Joohyun was Death then Seungwan would gladly lay down her life if it meant dying in her arms.

 "Look, just make it quick and---"

 Seungwan gasped when Joohyun roughly grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in for a kiss. There was something differnet about this kiss compared to all the other kisses they shared. It contained part of worship and part aggression. Like Joohyun was reclaiming something that was hers. Like she was engraving every bit of her essence over Seungwan.

 Suddenly, everything else faded away. It was just her and Joohyun. Never mind that the older girl was suddenly kissing her with such intensity that left her breathless.

 Never mind that her girlfriend was devouring her as if she had long been suffering starvation.

 Never mind that despite the ongoing war between two nations, Joohyun was holding her as if nothing else mattered.

 When her girlfriend pulled away and abruptly ended the kiss, Seungwan felt dazed. She was so sure her lips were bruised. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that." Joohyun sounded breathless, winded, as if kissing Seungwan was a taxing exercise. Their foreheads touched and Joohyun preoccupied herself by playing with the hem of Seungwan's shirt. Her fingers accidentally brushing against warm skin and she bit her lip to keep a smile from bursting when she heard the blonde inhale sharply. "I've missed you."

 "I've missed you too." Was all Seungwan could manage because Joohyun's fingers proved to be quite distracting.

 And in the darkness, they held each other. They found solace in each other's arms despite the chaos.

 Laser Tag be damned! Seungwan would give everything just to make this moment last a little longer.

 "I'm sorry about this though." Joohyun stated cryptically and when Seungwan was about to ask for a clarification, she felt the vibration hit her chest when the trigger was pulled.

 Seungwan got killed.

 She was murdered by her very own girlfriend.

 Tag.

 You're out.

 "What?"

 Joohyun merely smirked and whispered softly into her ear. "I won."

 "But that's hardly fair." Seungwan whined. She knew that she was acting like a baby right now but heck, she expected Joohyun to give her some leeway, to let her win just this once. She was her girlfriend after all.

 The lights went back on as the champions were announced. Joohyun had a proud smile on her face when she said. "What? Just because I love you doesn't mean I'll go easy on you."

 "But--" The blonde tried to protest but all thoughts left her mind when Joohyun closed the distance between them and kissed her again. She was soft and gentle, completely different from the previous one. Like she was taking all the time in the world familiarizing herself with Seungwan.

 "Hush now Wan." Joohyun briefly paused the kiss to whisper against her lips, eyes momentarily fluttering just so Seungwan could see the galaxies in them. "Being a sore loser isn't so bad."

 And maybe Joohyun was right.

 There was no shame in losing.

 For Seungwan just died in her arms tonight.

[moduinne-and-redjamie]

Here We Go Again (its a long one)

You know in school when they said “ignore the bully and they’ll go away”? Yeah, that’s a load of bull. It never worked in the school yard and it clearly doesn’t work on SM either. 

It’s come to my attention that this guy is at it again, accusing me of another secret identity (seriously, I can’t make this shit up). As if I have time to have kids home 24 hours a day for months, run a household, make videos, and still have a SM presence AND keep track of secret identities??? I mean, it took me 2 days just to find the time to write this. I should be flattered they think I have impressive super powers. I’m not going to focus much time on that, I mean, he’s been proven wrong the last time, he said it about me and my sis before and we proved them wrong. They said they had the IP dress of the person “pretending to be Jess” so my sis offered her’s up proof on twitter for the whole world to see, and they didn’t come back with anything because they don’t have anything, and when Jess posted pics of her place, it’s proof she’s lived in Europe and we don’t, also Bernie-whatever-her-name-was attacked me and my sis on SM and even her friends told her to step back form us cause they knew it wasn’t true-oh yeah, and she’s been blocked off Twitter because of her vile harassment. If there was any sort of proof that I have another SM identity, show it, but you can’t, cause there is none. I’ve never been into crazy conspiracy theories. Most people with 2 brain cells aren’t. 

Everyone knows I used to be a shipper. That was never a secret. I never hid it and I never cared to. I shipped from 2015-2017 or 18 ?-whenever the video of Sam and Cait came out saying they weren’t together. I was never an extreme shipper by any definition at all. 

So first, it’s important to define what an “extreme shipper/troll shipper” is as William Shatner (WS) has said…

I totally agree with him.  I am also FULLY!!!! against doxxing (yes, you know who you are)

Now look at any of the tweets that this guy has shared of mine?  Did I once do anything WS defines as extreme? Nope! Even in 2016, I said I “HOPE” they would get married one day. That is the definition of a “wishful shipper” NOT an “extreme shipper. Nice try guy. Notice all the dates are form 2015, 2016 - 4 to 5 years ago!!!! OMG it’s beyond ridiculous. 

Therefore, I’m not an extreme shipper. In fact, I challenge anyone to find ONE tweet, comment, ANYTHING that I have sent to Sam/Cait their SO, or anyone involved in the cast and crew-guess what, you would never be able to because I never have-not once.  Theres a lot more about this bullies lies below 

Here’s another thing, I’m am not a WS fan, he does his thing and I do mine. I don’t care much either way. If he wants or anyone wants to believe crazy proven wrong conspiracy theories, go right ahead. People who know me don't believe the lies and anyone who does I just don't care about.

BUT I will defend his and other’s right to defend themselves when they’ve been attacked 

See, I even blocked this person who kept insisting I was wrong for defending WS. 

Now to this tweet by Nancy, sure, seems “nasty” BUT what I find interesting is how this guy takes EVERYTHING out of context. This tweet is in response to an Anti-shipper meme that was making its rounds around SM to shoot shippers (before Sam and Cait’s denial video) Now, as I said with WS, everyone has the right to defend themselves if they’ve been attacked. And being threatened to be shoot someone is very extreme. But hey, there are some antis that are very extreme and are trolls. And I don’t confuse them with regular respectful antis or NTS 

I couldn't find the meme, but this is the pic and they wrote that they would shoot us if we said Sam and Cait were together. Talk about extreme. 

This one actually made me laugh!!::: this guy says: 

The guy admits he has no idea what I’m talking about, but somehow uses it as an example of “extreme shipping” (how one can square THAT circle is beyond me-if you don’t know what I’m talking about, how is it extreme?) What’s most interesting is that that tweet is talking about a video that non other than his friend WS shares of NANCY talking about being a respectful shipper (you know, not sending Sam and Cait and their SO hate, doesn’t mean you have to like them, but don’t send them hate, the key-don’t send them hate!). The video was taken down with our YT page, you can type the link into your browser, and see that it isn’t there anymore. 

Here is what I was responding to; you know, what rational people call “context”: 

he even thought it was funny that Nancy called him “Shitner” because in the video she mentions stands AGAINST attacking him

Oh! and this LOL:

“Here’s Nancy tagging Julia on a meme of calling Anti-shippers cows.  I didn’t notice Juila disagreeing” 

oh my. She isn't calling antis cows anymore than Joey is calling Monica a cow! Its a line from friends about OPINIONS and how their moot vs. what Joes thinks “moo”! Goodness gracious. And me not responding means what? You know, it likely means that I didn't see, cause this is one of my favourite lines from Friends LOL Are you tired of being wrong yet? 

Let’s move on to this “ship on” tweet. Oh yes, LOL Again, doesn’t meet WS’s definition of extreme. But also, let’s see what the Straz exec says during the time I wrote this tweet. 

 “”fun kind of fantasy world...go on with your bad self”...so yes “Ship on” was in line with what the Starz president said. If it’s aggressive or harassment, then its an issue, Again, non of my tweets were aggressive or harassing. 

Let’s see what Cait has said about what crosses the line. 

Did I do what they define as “crossing the line”? Nope! Nothing abusive towards anyone from me and definitely NOT anything sent to Sam/Cait or any one associated with them. 

There is nothing wrong with shipping properly. Even Elle magazine is a cute shipper article after Sam and Cait went public about not dating.  

https://www.elle.com/culture/celebrities/news/gmp30165/sam-heughan-caitriona-balfe-outlander-pictures/ ). 

Are you going to now accuse Elle magazine of harassment? Please. I agree with WS, it’s when it gets into harassment of them that it’s a big problem. And I’ve never once done that. I’ve been incredibly vocal against it. 

That’s what I find so hilarious about this. All my tweets form when I used to ship fit perfectly with WS’ own definition of respectful shipping AND Cait's, as well as the Starz exec during the same time period! How on earth is the extreme?? Well, its not. 

Here’s another one he shared-of course out of context again LOL, but here's what I was responding to

Again, I was not rude to this anti troll at all, even though she did insult me. Again “ship on”...there is nothing against shipping as WS, Starz, and Cait has said, harassment is wrong. 

Now, I came into shipping in 2015, I used to follow Puffy but stopped when she sent Sam and Cait hate. So why bring out a tweet with me laughing in response to something she and Nancy said is beyond me. I mean, if it would prove I was an extreme shipper, then he would have shared the whole context right? But he didn’t so I guess it doesn’t. I can’t even find that tweet myself to put the context up. 

The tweet about stalking? Yeah, I’m against stalking-always have been. Somehow that makes me an “extreme shipper”??? I’m against calling hotels to see if Sam’s there and who he’s with-you know who you are. I’m against standing outside people’s apartments to spy on them. I’m against taking pictures of people on the beach and trying to pass it off as Sam-ahem…you know who your are. I’m against stalking where people’s family members are buried (we all know who did this) And, like WS, I’m against doxxing (which extreme antis aren’t). I’m against ANY type of stalking.  

So lets take a look at the context about me saying getting sources from stalkers is wrong. In 2016 neither Cait nor Sam had gone public about any relationship then.  So how did they get the information about Cait's relationship for two years (before she even stated Outlander at this point) and Sam dating other women? Sam didn't go public with any relationship until Mackenzie. So any info would have been from “other sources”. Being against stalking is extreme??? Wow. That’s a new one! LOL. And this is the context of the tweet. 

So really, I challenge anyone to share a tweet or comment or anything harassing/insulting that I have ever SENT to Sam/Cait their SO or anyone in the show. Go ahead! Find one tweet or anything of MY comments that fits WSs definition of extreme/troll shipping. I dare you, go ahead. While we’re at it, any tweet or comment about them lying and being together AFTER their video. Go ahead. 

WS is not extreme so neither are my tweets.

This is the BEST he had to offer about me being an “extreme shipper”?? This the the most “extreme” I get? 

Seems like a bunch of malarkey to me.

Oh! and here are some other tweets from Nancy and me about NOT sending  Sam and Cait and their SO any hate. You don't have to like them, keep that in your own space,  but don't harass them-ever! 

In 2015, intrusive trolls were sending Cait congratulations on her “engagement” to Tony---in 2015! LMAO. Where would they even get this idea? I have no clue, because I never stalked anyone. 

[chimmyboii]

Complete - Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You felt like you were on top of the world. Good job, nice place, loving fiance. Then, your dad asks to see you at your family’s hotel. It’s there you meet Kim Seokjin, who manages most of the hotel activities nowadays. You two become close friends. He makes you laugh, makes you smile and comforts you through hard times. At your engagement party, you discover something that will change your life for good.

I eyed the large building in front of me, the sight of it made me nauseous. It had been years since I’d been here, yet it still held a familiar aroma about it. As I entered, I noted the layout had changed a bit. The walls were no longer a bright white that was blinding when you walked in. Now, it is black with white roses decorating it, the old wooden reception desk had been replaced with a glass one. The old book that contained the booking orders was no longer there, in its place sat behind the desk was a large Apple iMac in all its glory. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips, this was not the hotel I had grown up in that was for sure.

“Excuse me, Miss, but can I help you?” Turning around, I met soft doe eyes. A man stood in front me. He must work in the hotel as he was wearing a waistcoat and a name tag. I could make out his name: Seokjin. Upon further inspection, I note how handsome he is as well; plush full lips, straight nose and sparking brown eyes. “Miss are you alright?” he repeats. I jump out of my daydream.

“Yes, I would like to speak to Mr. Y/L/N” The man, Seokjin, frowns for a moment before answering.

“Mr. Y/L/N isn’t here at the moment; I can leave him a message. I’m Seokjin, I’m in charge of the hotel whilst he is away.” Right away I can tell he’s lying, it was too rehearsed, probably reciting what the old man told him to say. I let out a soft chuckle before shaking my head.

“I know he’s here,” Seokjin eyes widen in surprise. “Tell him his daughter is here and that I’m not leaving until he speaks with me.” Seokjin nodded, a small smile taking over his lips as his eyes light up in recognition. As he leaves, I walk to take a seat in the reception area. It’s almost twenty minutes later before Seokjin arrives back. He looks uncomfortable, I note.

“He told me to send you up to his office on the fourth floor. I want to warn you though, he’s not exactly sober.” I scoff while rolling my eyes.

“There’s a surprise.” I snarl before stalking off to the elevator. I press the fourth-floor button, ignoring Seokjin’s watchful eyes. The doors close and I’m left with my thoughts. I hadn’t seen my father in years, most likely a good thing if I’m honest. He wasn’t much of a father. He spent the majority of my childhood drinking away any money we ever had – I let out a bitter chuckle at the memory. The elevator comes to a halt before the door opens. The office is straight ahead of the elevator. I didn’t bother knocking, I just entered with my head held high.

There he sat, the man who took part of bringing me into this world. He was hunched over his desk, bottle of beer in hand; a sight I was used to. His glazed eyes brighten as he sees me, letting out a cheer.

“Ah! There she is, my brainy little girl.” He hiccups before staggering to his feet, he leans over the table to attempt to hug me. I take a step back before he reaches me, sighing as I cross my arms.

“You emailed me to come here so we can talk, and you couldn’t even stay sober. Good to know you haven’t changed Dad.” I growl, getting ready to leave. Before I could turn to leave, he latches onto my wrist, holding me in place. I glare at him, ready to snatch my arm away.

“Wait don’t go, there’s a reason I asked you to come here,” he slurred, even though he’s drunk I can tell he’s serious. “I want to pass the hotel onto you. Think I’m going to retire, I’m too old now Y/N. Don’t think this is for me anymore.”

“What you mean is: is that you’re an alcoholic and can’t keep up with drinking and running a business,” I retort before adding, “So you thought, ‘why not put the business onto the shoulders of my daughter while I drink myself into my grave?’ Am I right?” He sighs, letting go of my arm.

“You never make things easy, do you?” He takes another chug of his beer before looking back at me.

“Why should I? You certainly didn’t give a fuck about making my life easy when you came home drunk nearly every day, blasting the stereo till three in morning, knowing I had school the next day.” I took a seat on the chair in front of the desk. Looking around the room, I notice the pictures on the wall. All of me, from a child to a teenager. He even had a photo of my graduation from University, which I didn’t invited him to it, knowing he’d turn up drunk. Mum must have sent him a copy. I also spot a picture of my mum; it was sitting on top of a filing cabinet, in the far corner. She was younger, maybe in her twenties, she looked happy smiling away at the camera. My dad interrupts my thoughts by slurring nonsense.

“Well despite my mistakes you turned out alright.”

“Yeah, well, that was no thanks to you. My main goal growing up was not to turn out like you. So, yeah, I think I did pretty well, thanks.” The office falls back to silence, apart from my constant sighing and dad downing more beer.

I let out a final sigh, “Look if that’s all you wanted me here for, to ask if I would manage the hotel then the answer is no. I’m not interest in the hotel dad, I have my own job, one I’m proud of. I’m a director at a large advertising company, I don’t need this, give it someone else.” Standing, I grab my bag when the door gets a knock. My dad lets out a slurred ‘come in’, Seokjin enters. He smiles as he sees me but when his eyes drift to my dad, he grimaces.

“Mr. Y/L/N, that’s my shift finished for today, I left Anton in charged so you don’t have to worry about anything. Although, I think perhaps you should also head home, I don’t mind driving you,” Dad lets out a hum, pulling himself out of the chair before stumbling right into a cabinet knocking all the photo frames that sat on it, before falling down himself. I groan, rubbing my forehead. I moved to pick him up but Seokjin beats me to it, grabbing my dad’s arm and wrapping it around his shoulder. I watch as Seokjin whispers to my dad to lean on him and proceeds to walk him, very slowly to the elevator. I follow closely behind, stunned.

As Seokjin carefully places my dad into the passenger seat of the car, I stand and watch unsure of what I’m witnessing. The dad I knew, when I was a little girl, didn’t like anyone telling him what to do and here I just witness some employee basically tell him to go home, and he didn’t argue. After my dad was buckled up, Seokjin shut the door and turned to me.

“Would you like a lift? I don’t mind dropping you off.” I shook my head, deciding it was best to wait for Andrew to come pick me up.

“No, it’s okay, thank you. My fiancé is coming to pick me up.” Seokjin’s eyes fly to my hand, automatically zooming onto the finger that held my engagement ring. Seokjin looks at my dad, his head leaning against the window, no doubt passed out.

“Does he know?” he questions still looking at my dad. I shake my head, whilst looking at him too. I knew I didn’t have to explain myself to Seokjin but somehow, I found myself blurting out every detail of why I haven’t told my father that I’m getting married.

“I wanted to tell him, it’s just hard. I haven’t spoken to him in years and all of the sudden he contacts me saying he wants to talk. I’m scared he’s going to ruin the one bit of happiness I have.” Staring down at my ring, the diamond glinting in the sunlight.

“I was going to tell him today, but once again he showed me why I’ve haven’t told him. I’ve been engaged for two months now. It shouldn’t be this hard to tell your father that you’re getting married.” Seokjin is silent while I stare off into the distance, thinking if things could have gone differently. “Sorry, Seokjin, you don’t need the drama.” He shakes his head, his hand coming up to rest on my shoulder.

“Call me Jin and its fine, don’t worry,” he lets out a soft smile before walking to the drivers’ side of the car. “Your dad hasn’t been drunk for months, by the way. I know this won’t change anything, but I think he was just nervous about seeing you again, and that’s why he resorted to drinking.”

I didn’t get the chance to say anything as Jin got into the car, quickly waved at me before driving off. However, the stupid little girl in me hoped maybe Jin was right, that my dad had been trying to give up the drinking.

-

About a week later, I received a detailed email from my dad. One I wasn’t really expecting, if I was completely honest.

To: Y/NL/Nxx@gmail.com 

From: F/NL/N111@gmail.com 

Subject: Wedding Proposal

Dear Y/N,

I deeply apologise for my behaviour last week; I didn’t mean to get so drunk. I was nervous about seeing you, so I decided to have one beer to sedate my nerves. But one beer turned into two and then… you know the rest. Anyway, I didn’t just want to talk about handing over the business to you, which was selfish of me as I know how hard you worked to get the job you have now. (Also, I have decided to consider Seokjin as a possible candidate). Your mother had texted me about the news of your engagement. Congratulations! I’m so happy for you. I completely understand why you didn’t tell me yourself, I’m just glad I know. I’m not sure where you are with your wedding plans, but I thought as part of my wedding gift to you; you could have your wedding at the hotel. I know we’ve had some bad times at the hotel and perhaps you want to forget them, but I thought maybe we could erase these memories by creating new ones. Of course, you don’t have to, it is just an option.

Anyway, speak to you soon.

Lots of love, Dad

I sat in silence, re-reading the email over and over again. I then thought about what Jin said, about how my dad hadn’t been drinking as much as before. Sighing, I leaned back against the chair. There’s a small part of me that wants to email him back, telling him to ‘fuck off’ but the other part of me wants to try and attempt a relationship with him. I let out a groan into my hands.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Looking up, I notice Andrew leaning against the door, arms crossed and amused smile on his face.

“My dad.” Was all I said, Andrew lets out an ‘Ah’ before walking over to me. He stands behind me, reading the email before he too lets out a sigh.

“So that’s why he wanted to see you. Babe, you know he’s just going to mess up like he always does. I don’t know why you’re even considering this.” I nod, knowing he is partly right. But I remember mum telling me to give it time, that if she can forgive him then so can I. And now I think this might be the time.

“I know, but I feel like I should try, just for a week I’ll visit him and if he continues to drink then I’m done.” Andrew sighs before saying ‘fine’. I know he’s disappointed, but this is something I need to do.

-

I had emailed my dad back explaining my end of the bargain. I had also taken the week off from work for some wedding planning. He was extremely delighted and had even invited me to stay at the hotel for the week, which I accepted (much to Andrew’s dismay). He was still unsure about me agreeing to this.

As I arrived at the hotel, I suddenly realised how popular it had become, the lobby was full of people checking in and out. My heart swelled with pride, I remembered how little business we got when I was a child. Back then, the hotel was a run-down building with major work that needed to be done. Now, it was beautiful and very modernised.

“Ah! Miss. L/N, welcome to L/N Hotel, the finest hotel in town!” Jin announced, smiling cheekily. “I am your host, Kim Seokjin but you can call me Jin. I will show you around the hotel and even to your suite for the week!” at that he threw a saucy wink which made me burst out laughing. Jin summoned the bell boys to start taking my luggage, before leading me around the hotel. Everything has changed, there were no more cracks in the walls, no more TVs that can’t connect to channels. Now it has Wi-Fi, large plasma-screen TVs, the whole lot.

“Jin, where did my dad get the money to modernise this place?” This question had been in the back of my mind since I first visited.

“Well, your dad and I teamed up together to get this place up and running, kind of like a partnership. By putting both our money together, we were able to afford this.”

“Wait, if you’re a partner then why did my dad offer me this place and not you?” Jin sighed before shrugging.

“To be honest, I think he was trying to win you back. He did ask me about you taking over, if I had any objection – I didn’t. Although, it does feel kind of good knowing I’m going to be running this place and not you,” he smirked. I scoffed whilst giving him a light slap on the arm.

“So, how did you come to work here then?” I questioned, as Jin seemed to be a bit of a mystery. He was a handsome guy; he could have probably made it as a model or an actor.

“Well I wanted to be a chef, but my dad was against it and sent me to business school where I got my degree in management. My dad is a big business man himself and didn’t like the idea of me basically slaving away in a kitchen – his words. Your dad had put a job offer online looking for someone with my degree. It wasn’t much pay, but it was better than the job I was currently in, so I took it. And here we are.” We both stopped outside a door, 35B, I guessed this would be my room for the week. “Well, Miss. Y/L/N, I hope you enjoy your stay here. If you need anything just call for me!”

I called after him as he walked away, “Jin, you can just call me Y/N.” He turned around, with a grin on his face and nodded before once again walking away.

-

For the rest of week, I managed to spend some time with my dad. He remained sober, thankfully, and I have to admit it has been surprisingly enjoyable. I don’t know where my dad changes in attitude came from, but I was grateful for it. Also, I spent a lot of time with Jin, I discussed wedding details with him.

“What do you think about having the engagement party here as well?” Dad asked as he entered my room. I looked up from writing the wedding invitations.

“What, here?” He nodded, I frowned confused. I knew a lot of my friends were a bit reluctant about travelling all the way here for the wedding let alone the engagement party. However, the hotel has a lot a of space and the staff to cater it.

“Maybe… I’ll ask Andrew about.”

“Oh! When am I going to meet my future son-in-law?” For the last week, I had been constantly texting Andrew to come out to the hotel, he kept making excuses saying he has to work late or he’s tired. I know he just doesn’t want to meet my dad, that’s why he keeps putting it off.

“I’m hoping soon, definitely before the wedding. He’s just been working a lot lately.” My dad let out a hum before shaking his head. “What?” I asked, leaning back against the chair.

“Nothing, I just remembered when I proposed to your mum. I had to ask her dad for permission first. I get it, before you start shouting at me that you didn’t want me in your life, and you don’t need my permission, but I still think he should have come and met me first. It would have been good manners.”

“Well, dad, he’s been busy,” I sighed out, not wanting to argue with him. He was right in some ways; the least Andrew could have done was come out at least for a day or two to meet him and see where we are getting married. Honestly, it felt like he wasn’t interested in the wedding at all these days.

Later on, that day, after not hearing back from Andrew, I decided to host the engagement party next Saturday. I texted Andrew the plans and stated he needed to take the weekend off. Fifteen minutes later I got a phone call from Andrew.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N?” Andrew snapped down the phone. “Did you even think about what I wanted? I had a plan, you know. I was going to book the wedding in Rome, like you dreamed of.” My heart stopped for a second. It was true, I had originally wanted to get married in Rome but now I liked the idea of being at home.

“I’m sorry, Andrew, but I’ve changed my mind. I like it here. And dad’s been on his best behaviour.” Andrew scoffed down the line, I can visualise him shaking his head in disagreement.

“Yeah, ‘till the wedding day when he fucks up. I get you want to give him a chance, Y/N, but he’s only going to break your heart again and you know it. He’s done it to you all your life.” I don’t know what came over me, but his tone of voice was beginning to make my blood boil. It was like he was speaking down to me, like I was a stupid little girl.

“He’s my father, Andrew. And yeah, ok, he may have been a shit one at that, but I can see he’s trying. Every single day, he spends time with me and he’s actually sober. Going back to the engagement party, I gave you the chance to discuss this but no, you were working, like you always do!”

“I have to work, it’s my fucking money that’s paying for this wedding or did you forget that!” He yells at me. “While you’re away having a grand old time with Daddy, I’ve been working my arse off to secure deals. And while we’re on the topic of my busy work schedule, I’ll be in Paris the next three days so don’t bother contacting me!” He hung up.

Guilt began to eat at me, I was being selfish. I knew how hard Andrew worked for us, it’s all he has done since I met him. He would constantly stay late to ensure his team had performed well before submitting the work over to his boss, it’s what makes him a great leader. However, sometimes, I get lonely. I miss having him at home with me. I miss sharing a meal together and sitting back and watching Netflix or something. But I understand that Andrew’s boss is a total bitch. Shelia is never off Andrew’s case about the workload. She constantly nags at him about deadlines and how his work is never good enough.

Sighing, I lean back against the headboard, I sent Andrew a quick text apologising and saying how much I love him. He ignored me, not that I blame him. Rubbing my forehead, I decided I needed a drink. I grabbed my dressing gown to cover my pyjamas I head down to the bar.

I spot Jin talking to the bartender – he’s laughing with him. His eyes are almost shut and are crinkling at the side. His smile is almost blinding, I can feel my own lips tug at the sides. Walking towards them, I feel my hands tingle a little. “Can I get a small glass of red wine please?” I ask the bartender, interrupting the laughter. The bartender quickly nods before grabbing a wine glass and fulfil my request. Jin turns to me and eyes up my attire and smirks, I feel my cheeks burn slightly.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, humour filling his voice. I shake my head, thinking back to my disagreement, if you can call it that, with Andrew. A frown taking over my features. “What’s wrong?” Jin queries.

“Nothing,” I sigh, Jin raises an eyebrow. “Ok, me and Andrew got into any argument.” The bartender hands me my glass, I politely thank him and was about to pay but Jin waved it off. I take a sip, Jin waits for me to continue.

“I decided to have the wedding and the engagement party here and Andrew feels like I’m making these decisions on my own and should take into account what he wants. I have tried contacting him on it, but he’s been so busy with work that he hasn’t had time to get back to me.” I take another sip of the wine, Jin hums from beside me. “I feel like I’m being selfish for not really including him.”

Jin leans on his hand and stares at me for a moment before commenting. “I don’t think you’re necessary being selfish. You’ve contacted him about it and have been trying to get his input on the wedding. So, you’re not really being selfish.” I nod, not entirely convinced but I did appreciate the gesture.

“He also brought up my dad and how he’s let me down all the time. Usually, I’d agree with him but tonight I just wanted to scream. Dad has been amazing since I’ve came here, and Andrew just keeps trying to put doubts in my head. Saying how he’s going to fuck up at some point. I get he’s trying to protect me but he’s taking it too far.”

Jin frowns, his eyes begin to dark slightly. He looked angry. “No offense here, Y/N, but your fiancé shouldn’t be making comments about a man he doesn’t actually know. He’s never met your father, apart from what you’ve told him in the past, but as you have said your dad is trying to change. Making predictions about a man who is trying to beat his addiction is, quite frankly, shit. He doesn’t know your father or his troubles so he shouldn’t judge him.”

I knew Jin was right, my dad may be an alcoholic but he’s trying to get help. Andrew shouldn’t be so judgemental.

For the rest of the night, Jin and I hang out. I learn about past life before the hotel, about ex-girlfriends, his parents, his older brother. Everything. Also, I learned that Jin is shit at jokes. He’ll make a pun about anything but, even though they were cheesy, they made me laugh so hard. And it was nice to actually have a conversation about something other than the wedding or work.

-

The run up to the engagement party was stressful. I was very surprised I hadn’t ripped out my hair. Some of my friends had texted saying they couldn’t make it, and some had asked if I could reschedule the party to somewhere in the city. However, the organisation of the party was running smoothly, Jin had taken care of everything. He had taken care of the caterers, the music, the decorations. All I had to do was select what I wanted on the menus and the playlist and, of course, what I was going to wear. The day before the party, I had my friend Emma come with me to shop for the perfect dress. Since I already had my wedding dress made, I wanted my engagement party dress less extravagant but still beautiful. We shopped around until I found a baby pink silk dress, it was low cut but not too revealing which was perfect for the party. Back at the hotel, I order a bottle of wine to take back to my room for both Emma and me.

“Why don’t you try on your wedding dress, I know you got it delivered here! I’m desperate to see you in it, please!” Emma giggled, the wine already hitting her since she is a complete light weight. I shrugged before chugging back the rest of the wine. The dress was my dream dress. It looked like it came out of a Disney film. It was puffy at the bottom; the trail was made of silk, the sleeves glisten in the light. I was in love with this dress. As I slipped it on, Emma quickly zipped up the back when a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in!” I shouted, a little out of breath as I tried to smooth out the dress. Emma pulled the trail so I wouldn’t trip. The door opened to reveal Jin, in his hands was another bottle of wine that I forgot Emma had ordered.

Jin stood there wide eyed, his mouth fallen opened a little. Emma looked between Jin and I, amusement on her face.

“Wow,” Jin breathed, a small smile began to spread on his lips, “You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N.” I felt my heart rate increase, my tongue felt swollen in my mouth, his eyes were soft as he gazed at me. I let my own smile take over my features as I gazed down at my beautiful dress.

“Thank you, I feel like a princess right now!” I giggled, doing a little twirl. Jin placed the bottle on the table by the bed, Emma watched his every move. I nudged her, nodding my head at Jin. Emma just smiled and shook her head. Rolling my eyes, I turned to the large mirror on the wall to admire the dress and, once again, twirl. Jin excuses himself, turning around quickly but I shout his name. He peaks his head back.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, honestly, you’ve been amazing.” Jin smiles whilst nodding.

“It’s not a problem, Y/N.” With that he closed the door. Emma lets out a little chuckle causing me turn around.

“What?” Emma shakes her head, opening the new bottle of wine.

“Oh, nothing.” She continues to chuckle while I stand clueless on what I missed.

-

The party was amazing, almost everyone I had invited had shown up. At first, I was nervous about my mum and dad being in the same room, scared that it would be awkward. However, my mum quickly hugged my dad before starting up a conversation. At that, I let out a sigh of relief. Andrew was standing with his friends from work, he had a beer in his hand. Not once has he come over and stood with me. I’m guessing he’s still angry about the argument from before. I continued to make small, polite conversations with the guests, but my eyes stayed glued to my fiancé. I hoped he’d feel the heat of my stare, to feel how fucking furious I am. Dad wanders over to me and drapes his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” I smile at him before my eyes return to Andrew who lets out a roar of laughter. “Ah, I guess that’s my future son-in-law.” I nod slightly, my dad tugs me over to him.

“You must be Andrew, I’m Y/D/N, it’s lovely to finally met you.” Andrew turns to my dad; his blue eyes harden slightly at the sight of my dad. My dad reaches out a hand for Andrew to shake, Andrew stares at it with disdain for a moment before he shakes it himself.

“Yes, nice to meet you.” His voice was gruff, like he wasn’t interested. As if he was bored of my father already. My blood boiled, I could feel my cheeks flushing, my eyes narrow at Andrew who continues to drink his beer. His eyes make contact with mine; he sees my pissed-off expression, yet he just raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘what?’. Jin arrived in front of us, a tray topped with glasses of champagne in his hand.

“Champagne anyone?” Grabbing one, I quickly gulp it down. My dad and Jin look at me with concern, I ignore them.

“Andrew is this your beautiful fiancée I’ve been hearing about?” a female voice cuts through my heated stare off with my fiancé. I turn to see a tall blonde woman, dressed in a black dress with a Chanel purse clutched to her side. Andrew smiles at her before pulling me to his side.

“Y/N, meet my boss, Shelia, this is Y/N.” I nod politely, before pushing Andrews hand off me. If he thought for one second that I’m going to play nice to his boss – who he claims to be an utter bitch to him – while he acts like a dick to my own father, then he’s sadly mistaken. I storm off to the bar to cool down.

I don’t know how long I’ve been at the bar; I don’t really care either. None of this whole engagement has met my expectations. When I was a little girl, I thought I would be spending every waking moment with my fiancé. The both of us planning this wedding, that he would be as excited as I was. And when he saw me in my dress – wedding dress or engagement dress, it didn’t matter – he would be in awe. Yet here I am, sitting in a bar whilst my fiancé has the time of his life with his friends, completely ignoring me. It’s after midnight when I head back to the main hall to say thank you to the guests and wish them a safe journey. Emma hugs me tightly; she’s so drunk she’s tripping over her dress. Mum kisses me on the forehead and holds me in her arms. Her hug makes me want to cry; it makes me feel like a little girl again.

Once everyone is gone, I head back to the room both Andrew and I are sharing. I assume he’s at the bar or headed back. Taking off my heels, I walk along the hallway with them clutched in my hands. Swiping my card on the door, I push the door open. The heels that I clutch in my hands fall to the floor with a thud, the tears fill my eyes as I take the sight in front of me.

Andrew thrusts into Sheila, his hand clutch tightly at her throat as she continues to moan and plead to Andrew to let her cum. Her breasts bounce harshly at his pounding, his moans sound animalistic as he throws his head back. Their fucking comes to a halt as the sound of my heels turn their attention to me. Andrew’s head shoots up, eyes widen at the sight of me at the doorway. Quickly, Andrew pulls out of Sheila, shooting up and rushing over to me. His erection is still evident, I could also see the slick of Shelia’s arousal making me almost gag. Andrew grabs my arm, trying to force me to look at him.

“Baby, please, I’m sorry.” He pleads, I let out sob, my hand clasping my mouth. “It was a one-time thing; I’m drunk and you’re mad at me.” Shelia lets out a sarcastic laugh from behind him. My eyes shoot to her, she was seated on the bed with the sheets wrapped around her.

“One time? What about Paris, Andrew? Were you not fucking my pussy then?” At her words, I run to the bathroom. I vomit into the toilet bowl; Andrew comes behind me and rubs my back.

“Get off me!” I croak, nudging his hand away. After I finish, I flush the toilet before I face him.

“You get the fuck away from me, you cheating scumbag! You looked down on my dad and yet here you are fucking your boss like some whore! You’re a fucking hypocrite! You can forget the fucking wedding, it isn’t happening. You can fuck off back home, I want your shit gone by the time I get back, got it?”

“No, Y/N, listen-”

“GOT IT?!” I scream, he nods quickly. I storm out the room, rushing out of the hotel. At the entrance I break down. I let out a wail before falling to the ground, clutching my chest. It was like someone has punched me right in the chest, knocking all the breath from me.

“Y/N?” I hear a voice shout, closing my eyes abruptly I pray it’s not Andrew. Soft warm hands rub my bare arms. I open my eyes to see Jin crouched down before me, his warm brown eyes are wide with concern. “What happened, what’s wrong?” I let out another sob, my head falling into his chest, gripping his shirt. I continue to sob into Jin’s shirt until there’s no tears left. Jin just holds me, not saying anything even though I know he’s desperate to know what happened.

“He’s cheating on me.” I whisper. Jin stiffens, his hands grow tight on my arms, not painfully though. “He’s been fucking his boss. All this time he’s been fucking her and making me feel guilty because I’ve not been including him in this fucking wedding. I let him guilt trip me into believing that I was being selfish.” I let out a bitter laugh which turn into another sob as the image of him and Shelia comes back to haunt me. “It hurts so much Jin. Why did he have to fuck her, he had me! Why wasn’t I good enough?” I wail. Jin shushes me before kissing my forehead and holds me closer.

“You are good enough, Y/N, too good for him.” He whispers, rocking me back and forth.

We stay like that for a while before I fall asleep crying in Jin’s arms.

-

1 year later

After news broke out about Andrew, I had left the hotel and decided to go stay with Emma for a while. Dad tried to persuade me to stay but I needed time to heal. It had been over year since Andrew had been caught. Last I heard Shelia had fired him for making her look like a slut in the office. Well, karma’s a bitch. Emma has been trying to persuade me to go back to the hotel, she believed there was chemistry between Jin and I. Every time I think of Jin, my heart flutters a little. Dad and I have kept in contact over the year, he kept me updated with the hotel. He has officially retired and has bought a beach house not far from the hotel. Jin has taken over as the owner and from what my dad had said he’s been doing an amazing job. So amazing that even a few celebrities have stayed at the hotel.

This time I decided to visit the hotel as a guest myself, I missed it. I walked to the reception area and was greeted by a young man.

“Hello, I have a room booked under the name Y/N L/N.” The young man typed my name quickly into the computer but before he could hand over my key, a voice sounded from behind me.

“Y/N?” Turning around quickly, I meet Jin. He stands there shocked for a moment before a wide grin takes over his features, I grin back. Rushing over to him, I throw my arms around him pulling him into a hug. I feel him stiffen slightly before he wraps his arms around me.

“Hello,” I say softly, Jin lets out a soft chuckle before saying hello back. Pulling away I scan his face. He looks exactly the same. More handsome, if that’s even possible.

“You look well,” he comments, I smile nodding.

“I feel well too. The places look good, better than I saw it a year ago. I noticed you’ve changed the wallpaper – about time!” And just like that, Jin and I fall back into friendly banter. I had originally thought it would be awkward since the last time we saw each other I was crying over a man who broke my heart. Talking to Jin felt natural.

-

Throughout my stay, I spent most of my time with Jin or my dad. But mostly Jin. He took me out to dinner almost every night, secretly I counted those as dates. Yet he never asked me officially on a date, I just assumed they were. The restaurant we were currently in was a lot fancier than the previous ones, it had candles on the tables which I thought was adorable. The waiter brings over our third bottle of wine of the night. I felt a little tipsy, I could tell Jin was too. His pouty lips were redder than usual along with his cheeks.

“I must say, Y/N, you look beautiful tonight. Not that you don’t always look beautiful!” I let out a laugh, my cheeks becoming a little hot. I shyly say thanks, as I tug at the end of my white sundress.

“So, have you met anyone since you know who?” I snort before taking a sip of wine.

“You know who? What is this – Harry Potter? To answer your question: no, there hasn’t been anyone. I’ve got expectations now!” I hiccup, I drink more of my wine. Jin raises a brow before he too lets out a laugh.

“Okay then, what are these expectations of yours?” I think for a moment before revealing them, I didn’t want to sound stupid or like a snob or something.

“Well first of all, he better not be a cheater.” Jin nods, drinking more wine. “Secondly, well… I just want someone to make me laugh. That sounds kind of stupid, but I can’t remember the last time Andrew made me laugh in our relationship. I would like someone to binge watch TV shows with and teach me how to play the PlayStation. Just him being there would be enough I think.” Looking back at my hand, I suddenly start thinking about the man sitting in front of me.

“Wait, you don’t know how to play the PlayStation?!” Jin exclaims, I let out a laugh shaking my head. “Ok, they’re not bad expectations considering what happened. I’ve just got one question though,” I nod indicating him to go on. “I hope you don’t think this is too fast, but… do I live up to your expectations?” He begins to fiddle with his fork on the plate, looking away from me. He gulps when his eyes meet mine again; he’s nervous.

Looking fully at the man in front of me; I think back to when I first met him and how he cared for my father. I think about the night at the bar when we laughed all night about how crazy his ex-girlfriend was and how he considered growing a moustache to get away from her. I think about his face when he saw me in my wedding dress; the look of pure awe in his eyes as if I was an angel. Finally, I think about the last time I saw him; how he wrapped his arms around me and soothed my sobs. Yes, Kim Seokjin definitely met my expectations and more.

“Yes,” I whispered, my mouth suddenly becoming dry as I watch his eyes lighten up and large grin splitting his face. “You meet them and more.” Jin practically leaps over the table, his hand grips my cheek softly before his full lips touch me. I gasp softly at the feel of his warm lips, kissing him back I capture his top lip between mine letting my tongue run across them. Jin softly moans before pulling back, panting slightly.

“Okay, we’re moving a bit too fast.” He exclaims, flopping back on his chair. For once I don’t agree with him, Jin isn’t some stranger I just met. He’s a friend, a very good friend who I happen to see myself falling completely in love with; I think I’ve already begun too. I shake my head, gripping his hand before tugging gently.

“No, I want this. I want you.” Jin audibly swallows, before standing, going to pay for the meal. I too stand, grabbing my jacket before walking to were Jin stood at the till. Once paid, I follow Jin back to the car where he drives me back to his apartment.

-

His apartment is beautifully decorated, but I don’t get time to admire it as his soft lips begin to trail kisses along my neck.

“Are you sure about this, it’s not too soon?” Jin mumbles against my neck, I shake my head, a soft moan leaving my lips. Spinning around, my hands grip Jin’s shoulders as I reach up connecting our lips. As we kiss, Jin leads us towards his room, slowly he lowers me onto his bed. Lifting up my leg, Jin takes off my heel, kissing softly at my ankles. I let out a soft giggle as he trails kisses up my calf’s before reaching for my other leg and doing the same. He reaches for the edge of my dress pulling it up and over my head, leaving me in my underwear. Part of me wanted to cover up, feeling a little insecure but the thought leaves my head as Jin presses kisses along my stomach. Soft lips kiss the stretch marks adorning the bottom of my stomach. I shudder as his tongue traces the top of my panties. Jin’s hand reaches underneath my back and unclasps my bra, slowly dragging the material off my chest, revealing my breasts. Jin groans at the sight, coming up to them he kisses around the breast before taking the nipple into his mouth, I moan, a hand coming up to pull softly at his hair.

“Jin, take off your shirt.” Not needing to be told twice, Jin steps back and quickly unbuttons, his hands shaking slightly. He reveals his bare torso to me, he was slim but had some muscles that poke out of his skin, creating a shadow of a six-pack. His shoulders though, are what made my mouth water. Jin bends down, nearly ripping off my panties, throwing them to the side.

“Sorry, I didn’t shave.” I whisper feeling a little self-conscious of my pubic hair, Jin shakes his head, a grin on his face.

“You’re beautiful, don’t worry.” With that, Jin’s lips came into contact with my clit, he gently sucks at the bundle of nerves before running his tongue along it. I let out soft moans as Jin repeats this action before teasing my entrance with a finger. He enters one. I let out a gasp then a moan as he slowly thrusts it back and forth. He then adds a second.

“Jin!” I moan, tugging at his hair. Jin continues to scissor his fingers and lick around my clit helping me reach my euphoric orgasm. As I lay panting, coming back down from cloud nine, I don’t notice Jin shuffling out his trousers and boxer shorts. My vision refocuses on Jin placing a condom on his hard length. My eyes widen as I take in the size. He was big – bigger than Andrew.

Sensing my worry, Jin smiles softly before connecting his lips to mine. “Are you sure?” he whispers against my lips; I nod before kissing him again. I feel his length brush against my entrance causing me to jolt. Jin laughs a little before gripping my hips with his other hand, he guides his length into my heat. I sigh, letting my legs fall open more, my hand grips Jin’s shoulder whilst the other grips his hip. Jin lets out a groan as he continues to push into me before fully bottoming out, which causes me to moan. As I adjust to him, Jin runs his hand through my hair, kissing me gently before I urge him with my hips. Pulling back, Jin detaches his lips watching my reactions as he ploughs back into my heat.

“Oh!” I moan, gripping onto his arms as Jin begins to set the pace. He continues to plough into my heat, his length brushing against the spot that has my eyes rolling back. I can hear Jin moaning against my neck, his lips sucking bruises into my skin. It doesn’t take me long to reach my climax and as much as I want to keep going all night, the pleasure is too much. My walls tighten around Jin, causing his hips to stutter a bit.

“Jin! Jin, I’m going to cum!” I whine into his ear, I press kisses to his neck, cheek, until Jin pulls back and our lips connect. Moaning against his lips, the burning feeling in my stomach snaps, my hips bucking up into his as I tremble in his arms. Jin pulls away, watching as he snaps his hips harder against mine, pulling a wail from my lips. He’s close now, his length twitching inside me. Jin continues snapping his hips harder against mine until he comes to a halt, throwing his head back, he lets out a loud groan. Rolling onto his side, Jin pants heavily before running a hand along his face. I turn onto my side, curling up against him. Jin looks down at me, smiling instantly before pressing a kiss against my lips.

It’s silent as we continue to cuddle into each other. I trace patterns against Jin chest, thinking about how much I want to be with this man. I want to fall in love with him, I want a future with him so badly. I fantasise about marrying him, his face when he sees me walking down the aisle. Him holding our child. Our children running around the lobby of the hotel, the same hotel I used to run around in. The one he currently owns. I want a life with Kim Seokjin. Somewhere during my fantasy, my own little magic shop, tears fell down my cheeks. Jin shoots up, grabbing me with him. His frantic eyes search mine.

“What’s wrong?” he practically yelps. I laugh lightly as I wipe away the tears. I smile at Jin before deciding to confess how I feel.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about you. How much I want you, I want to be with you all the time. I want to fall in love with you, maybe get married and have kids. I know this is far too soon, but I don’t know, you just somehow make me feel complete.” Jin smiles at this before reaching over and kissing me deeply, pulling me into my arms.

“You make me feel complete too, Y/N.” he whispers against my lips. Eventually we lay back down together, sharing kisses now and then before falling asleep. 

As I sleep, I dream of a life with Jin. The sound of our children squealing as the run around in the hotel, brings a smile is on my lips. Unconsciously, I snuggle closer to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my ear.

[pengychan]

[Coco] Nuestra Iglesia, Pt. 11

Title: Nuestra Iglesia Summary: Fake Priest AU. In the midst of the Mexican Revolution, Santa Cecilia is still a relatively safe place; all a young orphan named Miguel has to worry about is how to get novices Héctor and Imelda to switch their religious vows for wedding vows before it’s too late. He’s not having much success until he finds an unlikely ally in their new parish priest, who just arrived from out of town. Fine, so Padre Ernesto is a really odd priest. He’s probably not even a real priest, and the army-issued pistol he carries is more than slightly worrying. But he agrees that Héctor and Imelda would be wasted on religious life, and Miguel will take all the help he can get. It’s either the best idea he’s ever had, or the worst. Characters: Miguel Rivera, Ernesto de la Cruz, Héctor Rivera, Imelda Rivera, Chicharrón, Óscar and Felipe Rivera, OCs. Imector. Rating: T

[Tag with all chapters up here.]

[Also on Ao3]

A/N: On one hand I'm sorry for the delay of this chapter, but on the other hand I got to post an Easter-centric chapter on Good Friday and I'm not that sorry. So, uh, happy Easter? Art is by Dara and @senoraluna!

***

“Why is the dog here?”

“Because Miguel wanted to help and he follows Miguel everywhere.”

“We’re in a church!”

“This is an attic.”

“Of a church!”

“Look, it’s not like we let the dog do his business in the chapel,” Ernesto pointed out. Padre Juan made a face that he supposed meant he was conceding the point, and made sure to stay several steps away from the dog, who was sniffing enthusiastically the floor, only to sneeze out clouds of dust. That place was going to need a serious clean-up, Ernesto thought, gaze pausing on the table on the far end. He could see some empty basins, and bottles. “Not fond on dogs?”

“Not especially,” the gringo said a bit pointedly, walking up to the table. “They’re boisterous, unhygienic, and they carry--” he trailed off, stilling. “Good God, a Brownie!”

“A what?”

“An Eastman Kodak Brownie!”

“Can you go back to speaking Spanish?”

Padre Juan turned, and Ernesto was so startled by his expression - he was grinning like a child, he really was - that at first he didn’t notice the aluminium box he was holding. “This camera,” the gringo said, holding it up. It caused Miguel, who was still struggling to contain Dante, to light up.

“Oh! Yes, that’s Padre Edmundo’s camera! Everyone was curious about it because it doesn’t have a tripod like his old one.”

“It’s far better than I was expecting. This will make everything much easier,” Padre Juan said. He looked down at it, wiping the dust off it with his sleeve. “I had a camera much like this, Father bought it as a gift when I turned--” he trailed off suddenly, and his gaze turned oddly blank. It was such a stark contrast to his unexpected giddiness it made something in Ernesto’s stomach clench. Beside him, Miguel looked confused.

“So, uh. These are commonplace in the States?” Ernesto asked, not really caring to know but wanting to say something to snap him out of it. Luckily, it worked: the question seemed to shake Padre Juan out of whatever thoughts crossed his mind. He nodded, the smile back on his face.

“Yes, quite. These were a huge commercial success - it’s the No. 2 Brownie, see? An improvement on the original I used to have, that one was made of cardboard with artificial leather. Still, it served me well - astonishing in its simplicity. It uses a simple meniscus lens, the shutter is integrated-- see? And the viewfinder! My old one did not--”

“I think we get the picture,” Ernesto, who knew precisely nothing about cameras aside from the fact you’re supposed to pose in front of them, cut him off. It seemed a better thing to say than ‘it’s all Greek to me and I really don’t care’.

“What do you need to get it to work?” Miguel asked.

The gingo looked around. “Film-- number 120, I believe. Kodak produces specific film for each specific camera. Hopefully there will be some of that around here, too. Not much point in having a camera you have no film for. I am amazed to see one of these here.”

“We don’t live on the moon, you know,” Ernesto grumbled, but he was still too taken aback by the absolute glee on the gringo’s face to be too annoyed. He hadn’t seen him that excited over anything before. And really, a weirdly excited Father John was easier to deal with than the sanctimonious ass he generally was. So, no complaints.

For now.

***

“Run this by me again - we’re supposed to pose and look holy for the gringo.”

“Sister Sofía! Padre Ju-- John has a name and you’ll be using it! Have you learned nothi--”

“... Did you almost call him Juan, Madre?”

“A-absolutely not! I have enough respect--”

“He keeps calling you Mother Gretchen.”

The remark caused Madre Gregoria’s wrinkled face to twist for a moment in the darkest scowl Imelda had ever seen on her - and that was saying… a lot. “Well, he’s a priest and--”

“An insufferable ass,” Padre Ernesto supplied, causing the old bruja to nod.

“Yes, accurate.”

Héctor smiled a little. Behind la Madre Superiora, several nuns covered their mouths to hide a smirk, or coughed. “Really now, Madre?”

A shrug. “Well, he is the parish priest. Who am to argue his judgment?”

Padre Ernesto laughed. “Your trust moves me. To answer So-- Sister Sofía’s question, yes. He thinks some photographs would help convince… whoever there is to convince that we’re really deserving of some support. Which we need. Like, a lot. No objections there, right?”

No, of course, none at all; Imelda wasn’t surprised. Their situation was not yet desperate - donations had helped them buy some more food - but it was serious, and they needed funds to ensure a steady supply of food until… well, until harvest, at least. Or until that war was over.

“So, he’s going to take pictures during Mass?”

“Among other things, yes. So, let’s all act like good Catholics and--”

“We are good Catholics,” Imelda said, maybe a bit more pointedly than she should have, and entirely ignored the glare from the Mother Superior. Padre Ernesto, however, didn’t seem fazed. Considering that their first proper introduction had happened while they both turned up at a guy’s place to beat the crap out of him, Imelda would have been surprised if he were.

“Yes, of course, but you know how the gringo is. Let’s keep him happy.”

“He’s impossible to make happy,” Gustavo muttered sourly from his corner. It was the only contribution he’d given to the meeting up to that point, and Imelda barely held back from rolling her eyes. She noticed that Héctor’s own eyes twitched upwards for a moment before turning to her, sharing with her an exasperated look. Look who’s talking.

“This is still worth a try,” Padre Ernesto was saying, his voice calm but devoid of the usual warmth. “Let’s pose for nice pictures, so that he can argue for us and get us the money.”

“You mean charity,” Héctor said, causing Padre Ernesto to raise an eyebrow.

“Was that such an important distinction to make?”

“Makes us sound better.”

“... Point taken. We need charity, so let’s all behave and watch--”

“I’m not gonna watch my mouth,” Chicharrón loudly informed them all, despite having never been spoken to once. The old gravedigger seemed entirely unaffected by the looks he got from all nuns present, herself, and Héctor. He shrugged, leaning back on his seat, peg leg stretched before him. Imelda sort of liked him, but right there and then she’d have happily strangled him with a rosary. “Words aren’t going to show on photos, no?”

“... Fair enough,” Padre Ernesto replied. It was the voice of a man who’d decided to pick his battles, and that the one at hand was not worth fighting. “Not to worry though, I don’t think he will want to photograph you specifica--"

“Padre Ernesto should be in the photos,” la Madre Superiora spoke up suddenly. As everyone fell quiet and turned slowly to look at her, she had the good grace to look embarrassed and shrugged. “Well, he’s… appealing.”

“He is,” the Delgado window - who was mainly there due to the fact telling her anything was the quickest way to make sure the entire village would know it by dusk - nodded in agreement.

As all nuns suddenly looked down as though very interested in their shoes, some of them coughing again, Imelda shot a quick glance to her left. Sofía was staring at the Mother Superior like she’d never seen her before, while Padre Ernesto looked unfazed. If anything, he seemed flattered: the smile that followed was much more of a grin.

“Well, as the parish priest, I suppose that cannot be helped,” he said. “He will want to take pictures of the children at Mass, so make sure all those in your care look at their best.”

“Well, not too much at their best,” Héctor muttered. “Last thing we need is for some Bishop in the States to decide we don’t look like we’re in enough trouble to get the money.”

“Charity,” Padre Ernesto corrected him, elbowing his side with a grin. “Makes us sound better, I think you said.”

Héctor laughed, and it was… nice to hear. All their meetings had been about such serious matters lately, Imelda had found she missed his laugh. “Right. Charity.”

“Also, he will take pictures of the Palm Sunday procession tomorrow, so you better be the best Jesus you can be,” Padre Ernesto added, and Héctor smiled.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good. Get ready to do the same for el Vía Crucis, too.”

Héctor’s smile faded in a confused look. “... What? Who decided I’m going to--”

Padre Ernesto waved his hand, putting an arm over his shoulders. “I did, just now. I’m sure you’ll do great. Can someone ask Prospero to get to work with the cross?”

“I already did, Padre,” Gustavo said magnanimously, and grinned in Héctor’s direction. “I told him to make it as heavy as the one our Lord had to carry,” he added, gaining himself a blank look from Héctor. It took all of Imelda’s self-control not to grab her crucifix and hurl it to his face.

“Oh, how generous,” Héctor said drily. Gustavo shrugged.

“For realism.”

“Of course.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Padre Ernesto said, smiling at Gustavo as he let go of Héctor’s shoulders. “Great thinking. You should be given a part, too.”

That caused Gustavo’s own smirk to waver. “A-ah, that would be kind of you, but--”

“Oh, I insist! You earned it, after all. You’ll be Simon of Cyrene, helping out Lord carry the heavy cross,” he added, and Héctor had to bite the inside of his cheek not to laugh; Imelda could see that even from a distance. She almost smirked herself… until Padre Ernesto spoke again. “And Ime-- Sister Gisela, you’ll be Verónica.”

Santa Verónica, the woman who wiped Jesus’ face clean on his way to crucifixion. The thought made her falter a little - it seemed something too… too intimate to be doing. As she opened her mouth to protest, she didn’t notice Héctor’s foot suddenly landing on Padre Ernesto’s, causing him smile to become forced. “I’m… touched, but maybe someone else-- la Madre Superiora--”

“Ay, la Madre Superiora should be Holy Mary, I’d say,” he cut her off, and tilted his head towards Madre Gregoria, whose cheeks were quickly reddening.

“Oh-- that would be-- a honor, but--”

“No buts, you’d be amazing,” Padre Ernesto replied with a wave of his hand and a wide, charming smile. Imelda could distinctly see Sofía rolling her eyes. “The other Sisters can be the women of Jerusalem. Would that be all good with you?”

As the sisters in questions nodded - several of them glancing in Imelda’s direction with knowing smirks and making her wish to kill Padre Ernesto, all of them and herself in quick succession - Padre Ernesto smiled.

“All settled, then,” he exclaimed. “Just act at your best starting tomorrow, and Padre Ju-- John will immortalize it. Any questions?” “Juanita doesn’t like cameras,” Chicharrón declared.

It took Padre Ernesto a clear effort not to roll his eyes. “We won’t involve your rooster more than strictly necessary - just make it crow three times before el Vía Crucis starts, for drama. Anything else? No? Wonderful. Now go and spread the word. And most of all, smile for the camera.”

***

“Are you ready or not?”

“Yes, yes. Just… give me a minute.”

“It’s an old donkey, Héctor. Are you seriously afraid to climb on a donkey?”

“It’s not that, it’s… Ceci did a great job on this tunic, but it doesn’t help and the wig keeps getti-”

“Por Dios, just get on this damn burro!”

“Hey! Careful how you speak to Jesus!” Héctor grumbled, finally sitting on the saddle. He wasn’t a good rider, be it on a donkey or a horse, and it sure wouldn’t kill Gustavo to be a bit more patient. As a response, Gustavo scoffed.

“You’re just playing a part, cabrón.”

“Do you kiss you mamá with that mouth?” Héctor snapped back, only to of course regret it the second it left his mouth, as Gustavo’s frame stiffened. He remembered suddenly of all the times, when they’d been kids, when Gustavo had repeated over and over that he was not an orphan like them, that his mamá was alive and would be back for him soon, any day now, any day now.

Mierda.

“I-- lo siento. I didn’t mean--”

“Just get going,” Gustavo snapped, and suddenly smacked the rear of the donkey, which bolted forward. All right, it didn’t quite bolt, but it set out at a quicker pace than Héctor would have liked, heading towards the main road where, he knew, all of Santa Cecilia was waiting with palm branches… and, in Padre Juan’s case, with a camera.

Make us look good, Padre Ernesto had said, but it was easier said than done, clinging as he was to a trotting donkey. Maybe if he pulled just a little on the bridles, he could make it slow down before he made the entrance and--

“Woof! Woof!”

“Wha-- Dante?” Under Héctor’s stunned gaze, Miguel’s dog appeared - seemingly out of thin air - in front of the donkey, who abruptly slowed down, clearly taken aback by the dog walking ahead of it, head turned back to Héctor rather than towards the path ahead. With a sigh of relief, Héctor smiled.

“Gracias,” he called out. He straightened himself on the saddle, made sure the long wig was still in place, and headed down the main road and into the town.

***

The whole arrangement was… picturesque, John had to admit.

People stood on both sides of the road, waving blessed palm branches, dressed up in their best clothes - which were… quite colorful, but he could allow that. After all, Jesus’ arrival to Jerusalem was a day of celebration; he would talk to Father Ernest about having people wear something slightly more subdued during the Via Crucis procession on Good Friday, later.

For now, he would take pictures.

“Pretty impressive, isn’t it?” Father Ernest said, his voice smug as it could be. Normally, John would have reminded that pride is the root of all other deadly sins-- but right now, he was too focused on capturing what was happening before his eyes. Father Edmund had left behind a good amount of film, but it wasn’t infinite, so he had to make each shot count.

The parishioners with the palm branches - the people of Jerusalem celebrating Jesus’ arrival in their holy city, less than a week before turning on him, choosing the life of a criminal over his and sending him to his death. Click.

Brother Hector - a slightly unconvincing Jesus, though no for lack of trying - waving at the crowd as his donkey kept going, over the palm branches thrown in its path, towards the main square and then the church. Click.

“Maybe he should have cried.”

“... What?” Father Ernest blinked. “Why?”

“In the Gospel according to Luke-- never mind. The other three didn’t mention it, anyway.”

John moved along the road, taking more pictures - a child on his father’s shoulders holding up a branch, a little girl throwing hers right before the donkey, a woman crossing herself, the twin boys who had organised everything smiling so widely, Mich-- Miguel with them; there was chatter and cheering and laughed, none of which the camera could capture.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

By the time they reached the parish, John was smiling, holding tightly onto the camera. He took another shot as Brother Hector dismounted, the church in the background; a couple more as Father Ernesto joined him, smiled, patted his shoulder. Another one as they smiled at the children from the orphanage, crouching to take something - flowers? - from a few of the little girls. They both looked so at ease, making the children laugh, and John took more pictures.

Click. Click.

Father Ernest laughed at something a boy had said, and he turned towards him, the smile still on his face. He looked positively delighted, and John’s finger froze on the shutter, heart leaping in his throat. To his relief - and a pang of something that wasn’t relief at all - Father Ernest’s eyes moved to his left, where Miguel was holding up a basket full of donations. He hadn’t been smiling at him, after all. His heart sank from his throat down to his stomach. What he felt now was not quite lust, but something similar and yet different, and even more terrifying.

Focus, focus, focus. A few more pictures, just a few more. Do your duty.

He took several more pictures, trying to keep himself from turning the camera towards Father Ernest - but of course, when he developed them in the attic, he found he appeared in most of the shots. He told himself that was normal - he was the parish priest, he was there, that couldn’t be helped. He could almost convince himself of that, really. Just almost.

That day’s photos developed, John forced himself to tear his gaze away. He excused himself from dinner and went to his room, to deal with his affliction in the only way he knew.

***

“All right, we’re good to go.”

“We look nothing like women of Jerusalem,” Imelda muttered, adjusting her headdress. Of course they couldn’t change in different clothing - as nuns, they had to keep wearing their robes - which made including them in the Via Crucis procession especially stupid.

“Well, neither will anyone else,” Sofía reasoned, and handed her a piece of linen with a smile. “Here you go, Verónica. Make sure to wipe our Lord’s face nicely.”

Imelda took the linen with a scoff and a suggestion as to where to put it that was unbecoming of a novice, or any kind of lady in the first place. Sofía just grinned.

“With Lent almost over with, I’m really hoping to have Antonia see to that.”

“You’re the worst nun I have ever met.”

“And I want to keep the title, which is why I’ve been trying to get you out of here since day one.”

Wait, what? “You have some nerve, trying to imply I’d somehow be worse--”

“Assuming you’d be better? That’s pride.”

“That is common sense!” Imelda snapped, only to get an angelic smile and a pat on the hand.

“Temper, novice. A good nun holds her temper,” she said, all sweetness and light. Madre Gregoria’s voice was the only thing that kept Imelda from using the linen cloth to strangle her.

“Let’s get going, everyone-- you chattered enough! Silence is virtue!”

“Yes, Holy Mary,” Sofía muttered with a roll of her eyes, and Imelda felt like strangling her a little less. Maybe she’d settle for a smack, later, away from witnesses. Right now, she would just focus on the procession and getting that nonsense over with.

She really hoped the gringo would get them some funding from his church in the United States as he said he would, because it was the only reason why she put up with any of it.

***

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry at all.”

“What kind of Jesus can’t endure a bit flagellation?”

“The kind that’s just pretending to be Jesus, Cheech. And that’s unnecessary, anyway. No one’s gonna see a thing until I step out.”

“Was trying to get you into the character,” Chicharrón muttered, but there was a smirk on his face when he left the sacristy, leaving him standing there with the cross - it was really heavy, dammit - across his shoulder. Of course he was smirking, Héctor thought, adjusting the crown of thorns - not real thorns, thank God, which was what he’d have gotten if Gustavo had a say in it. Why had he let himself be talked into it?

“You’re looking good,” Padre Ernesto muttered, and grinned, slapping a hand on his shoulder. “Jesus Christ, heading off to steal hearts.”

“That’s… not exactly what this procession is about,” Héctor pointed out, only to be ignored.

“Now, when you come across Verónica, make sure to look as tired and suffering as you can. And put those eyelashes to work. Don’t make my perfect casting go to waste.”

“Hijo de puta.”

“What?”

“... Praise the Lord,” Héctor muttered. Padre Ernesto laughed.

“That’s just what I thought you’d said.”

***

This is so stupid.

The thought kept circling in Imelda’s head as her hands clenched on the linen cloth she was supposed to use to dry Héctor’s face. Jesus’ face, really - that was how she should think of it. For as long as the procession went, Héctor was meant to be symbolically represent the son of God, so it wasn’t his face she’d be wiping, not really. In a way, it made sense.

… Except that it didn’t, who was she kidding? She got stuck into that stupid role because Padre Ernesto didn’t know any better - she refused to consider he had known about the implications because he was the parish priest, por Dios, for all his eccentricities he wouldn’t do a such thing - and now she would have to wipe Héctor’s face.

Which wasn’t supposed to be a big deal at all, but it was and she rather resented that.

This is ridiculous. It will take a moment. I’ll do it, and it will be over with.

The cheering went up, and Imelda looked down the road to see that Héctor was staggering forward, rather good at feigning exhaustion despite the fact he wasn’t carrying the cross: that was currently being dragged by Gustavo, as the angriest  Simon of Cyrene Imelda had ever witnessed. Despite everything, it made her smirk a little.

Serves him right.

Of course, all too soon he had done his part and he quite literally dropped the wooden cross right back on Héctor. He staggered - Imelda suspected it wasn’t an act at all now - and kept walking, dragging the cross… until, of course, he paused before her.

He looked… awful, really: his exhaustion hadn’t been an act. Panting, all sweaty and wig askew, with hair stuck to his face and neck, he sure looked the part of the suffering man condemned to death. Nothing especially pleasant to look at, and yet…

… And yet.

Héctor looked back at her, and he seemed to freeze for a moment. There was nothing unusual about her appearance, she was sure, but his eyes were wide and fixed, jaw slack like he was looking at something incredible. He looked mesmerized-- something in her stomach twisted-- oh God, she had to do something.

Imelda leaned forward and went to wipe his face - gently, carefully. To her relief, his eyes closed a moment. One more moment of that gaze, and… she didn’t know what she’d do or say, and she she was glad she didn’t have to find out. When he opened his eyes to look at her again, he looked oddly lost - then he recoiled when Imelda sharply tilted her head - go ahead.

He staggered away, wavering a little more than he had before. She watched him go on for a time, dragging the cross. Some distance ahead were the other sisters, as the women of Jerusalem, but Imelda refused to look their way, keeping her gaze fixed on the cross. Any moment now he would have the second fall, then… then… wasn’t he supposed to fall about now, before reaching her sisters?

“Fall, Héctor,” she heard Miguel muttering, perfectly audible somewhere the left. “You must fall!”

Something that looked suspiciously like Chicharrón’s peg leg shot shead from somewhere in the crowd, hitting Héctor behind a knee and causing him to finally fall for the second time. Only a couple more stations, and then he would get to the point where Jesus would stripped of his clothes aaand no, no, she had to turn her thoughts to something else entirely just about now.

Imelda looked down at the linen cloth in her hands, face aflame and all to aware of several pairs of eyes fixed on her.

***

“Everything hurts.”

“I think you did great.”

“Everything hurts everywhere. I was not supposed to fall off the cross. ”

“But you absolutely nailed it the second time. Heh, nailed, get i--”

“Suffering is the meaning of the Good Friday, Brother Héctor. Certainly your pain is nothing compared to what our Lord went through.”

Padre Juan’s voice seemed to lower the temperature in the chapel by several degrees, causing Héctor to still, hand halfway to his aching back, and Ernesto to roll his eyes. Whatever magic finding that camera had worked on the gringo, it clearly had ran its course: he was even more standoffish than usual, lately, and ate his meals in his room rather than joining them.

He spoke little with anyone, and with him even less; he was stiff even in the way he stood, and when he sat he hardly even touched the backrest. It made Ernesto wonder what exactly had crawled up the guy’s ass and died, but he decided to try being civil.

“Taken good pictures?” he asked.

A sharp nod. “Quite,” was the curt reply. No more details, no giddy talk about the photos he’d taken and how good the camera was. “No, I’d like to use this chapel for its purpose and pray.”

Héctor and Ernesto glanced at each other with one clear, shared thought - the hell is wrong with him now? - and it was Héctor to try again.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us--”

“You’re welcome to join me in prayer, if you can be bothered,” Padre Juan snapped, kneeling. He did so slowly and stiffly, and maybe Ernesto should have wondered, but he did not: he was just too annoyed. Padre Culo Blanco could be an ass all he wanted: Ernesto was done worrying for him. He had no idea when or why he’d even started worrying in the first place.

“Maybe later,” he muttered, and turned to talk out of the chapel, gesturing for Héctor to follow him so that they could talk more about the very obvious look he and Imelda had exchanged during the procession.

Neither of them noticed the way Father John’s features twisted in a pained grimace as he braced his elbows, leaned his forehead on his joined hands, and prayed in silence.

***

“You know, you were close enough to kiss.”

“I am not hearing this.”

“I’m sure you thought of it.”

“I did not!”

“You were turning red, Imelda.”

Oh, damn her. She couldn’t deny that, could she? “... I wasn’t thinking of kissing him,” she finally muttered. After all, it was not a lie. She’d been thinking of him nearly naked.

Far from discouraged, Sofía raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what were you imagining?”

“None of your business. Are we done now? We have priorities here,” Imelda snapped, putting some more rolls of clean bandages and disinfectant - she could even get her hand on some morphine, in case someone needed to dull the pain - in what had been a fruit crate long ago.

“Yes, yes, the medical supplies. Viva la Revolución. We can still talk while we do this.”

Imelda groaned. “And do we absolutely have to?”

Sofía grinned. “Yes,” she replied. “Yes, we do.”

***

“This is awfully unnecessary.”

“First time seeing la quema de Judas?”

“The-- the hanging and burning of some puppet is-- unbecoming of such a solemn occasion!”

“I’m pretty sure they do that somewhere in Europe, too. Feliz Sabado de Gloria.”

“That doesn’t make it appropriate!”

“Look, we’re burning Judas. We’ve got more than a few reasons to be sort of pissed at Judas.”

“That thing doesn’t even look like him.”

“... What, you knew him personally now?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Padre Juan grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring at the scene before him. The effigy of Judas was hanging high, on a rope stretched between two houses at the opposite sides of the plaza. Truth be told, it looked an awful lot like Victoriano Huerta; it was clear to everyone as it was clear to the gringo, but of course none of them said as much aloud.

Plus, at least they hadn’t made him white as someone had suggested only half-jokingly at one point. Ernesto felt the gringo had no reason to complain there. “Not taking any pictures?” he asked, lightly elbowing him as he kept watching the crowd all around the effigy parting to allow Miguel to walk up to it, head held high and all solemn-eyed, holding a burning torch.

Padre Juan scoffed, stepping aside. “I’m supposed to try making the lot of you look virtuous.”

“Burning evil is virtuous. I think. The Church did that a lot.”

“Dark and ignorant times,” was the sour reply. “Evil is to be vanquished from our lives each day, every day. There is no need nor point to make a… a spectacle out of it.”

Ernesto rolled his eyes and turned to retort, but words died in his mouth when he noticed one of Padre Juan’s hands had slipped under his sleeve where, he knew, this fingers were now running over a thin raised scar. His mouth was pulled in a tight line, skin even paler than usual; Ernesto paid no mind to that. Only minutes later, he’d wish he had.

I tried to raise my arm to shield myself of the rightful punishment. They did the right thing.

“... Well, you know. It’s a bit of a distraction for what’s going on,” he muttered in the end.

“Comfort should be sought in prayer, not with these-- fetishes,” he pointed out stiffly, but he let the matter drop. Not that Ernesto would have heard him either way, because the next moment two very familiar voices reached him.

“Hola, Padre!”

“Like our Judas?”

Ernesto glanced down at Imelda’s brothers, and grinned. “Love it,” he said. It was true: he liked the idea of watching the face of the bastard who’d had him drafted in that damn army go up in flames. He liked it a lot. “Padre Juan here was just saying how impressed he is,” he added. The gringo stiffened, but the boys paid him no mind.

“Thank you for letting us put fireworks in the effigy!”

“Ah, you’re wel--” Ernesto trailed off, brain finally catching up. By his side, Padre Juan looked extremely alarmed. “Wait-- I didn’t give you permission to stuff fireworks in it!”

The boys gave him two wide, identical grins.

“But you didn’t tell us not to.”

“Ah. Mierda.”

“Father Ernest! Langua--”

The rest of the tirade never happened, because Miguel had set fire to the effigy of Judas and that was it. A loud crackling noise, followed my whistles and smoke, caused the crowd in the plaza to back away from the effigy - but none of them seemed scared, or even particularly surprised, which Ernesto supposed could be put down to the fact most of them knew what to expect from the twins.

Flames enveloped the effigy, and more bangs rang out, greeted with cheers and laughter. Judas, aflame, rocked on one side and then the other before yet another bang caused it to jolt; the rope holding it up gave in, and the remains fell on the ground, jolting with each subsequent crackle to roaring laughter - including Ernesto’s own.

“That was great!” Miguel exclaimed, seemingly having popped by him out of nowhere after setting Judas on fire and dropping the torch. “Wait, where is Dante? Aw, I think he got scared…”

“There was-- nothing great about it!” Padre Juan snapped. People around them were already rolling their eyes and muttering to one another, bright smiles fading. “That was an awfully irresponsible and-- and blasphemous--”

All right, enough. He wasn’t going to let him sour the mood for everyone, so Ernesto forced himself to smile. “Hah! Come on, it was funny. Lighten up,” he laughed, and slapped a hand on his back.

John screamed.

It was unexpected, and loud enough to make everyone fall into a stunned silence. Ernesto stepped back, struggling to understand what the hell had just happened, just as the gringo took a staggering step forward and then sank on his knees, trying and failing to hold back something that sounded much like a sob. His skin, already even paler than usual, was now chalk white; he wheezed like all air had been used up for his cry.

“Pad-- Father John?”

“What is it?”

“Is he all right?”

“Come on, it was just a pat!”

“Is he pretending?”

“He’s got to be, it was nothing!”

“What is it with gringos…”

“Ju-- John?” Ernesto called out, still taken aback, and crouched. Father John Johnson was hunched over as though in immense pain - eyes screwed shut, teeth clenched and face reddened. It was alarming as it was, but seeing tears escaping the corner of his eyes made it worse. “What is it? That wasn’t me, I didn’t-- can you stand up, or…?”

“Make way,” someone spoke, and suddenly Sofía was there, crouching next to him. “What did you do?” she hissed.

Ernesto blinked. “Nothing! You saw it, it was just a--”

“I'm not talking to you,” she cut him off, giving Padre Juan an exasperated look before glancing back, at the crowd around them. Miguel and the twins looked completely lost, and a few men were moving closer, Héctor first of all.

“What happened? Is he ill?” he asked, eyes shifting to Ernesto like he thought he had an explanation. And he didn’t… but someone else did, or so it sounded like.

“It's nothing serious,” Sofía replied. “Call doctor Sanchez to the parish, we’ll take it from here.”

“N-no, I don’t need--” Padre Juan mumbled, but no one bothered to listen. Sofía glanced at Ernesto, who nodded and grabbed the gringo’s arm, passing over his shoulders before he stood. The idea was to help him walk, but he was so limp he pretty much had to carry him.

Only once they got to the parish, with no one else around and Padre Juan seemingly semi-conscious, did he speak again. “So, what is the deal with him? You sound like you know what the hell is going on and I’d really appreciate being filled in, because--”

Sofía sighed. “I think this idiota whipped himself raw.”

“What??”

“Explains the shriek when you gave him a pat. Don’t ask why, I have no clue whatsoever,” she added, entirely unaware that Ernesto did, in fact, have a clue. More than just a clue, really.

I need penance, he’d said. Prayer is not enough, he’d said.

“Crazy gringo,” he muttered under his breath as he carried him inside, hoping he hadn’t fucked himself up too badly.

***

“Not a bad place to be, huh? God, I was never in Veracruz before and I already love it.”

“Mph.”

“Oh, come on. It’s much better than marching under the sun all day. Getting stationed to Veracruz is the best thing that happened to any of us since this damn war started.”

“It’s the best thing that happened to me since your wife, Sergio!”

“Shut up, cabrón! At least I have a wife!”

“And who knows who else has her now!”

There was laughter, a couple of glasses thrown on a background of drunken singing. It made Santiago scoff, and he finished his own glass, sitting on the stone steps a little outside the cantina where half of his battalion spent much of their time, drinking and boasting and doing little else. He stared down towards the harbor and the sea, a thoughtful frown on his face.

Discipline had never been all that great, with so many of his comrades having been picked up from the streets or out of prisons; however, it was quickly getting out of hand now that they were there - supposedly to defend Veracruz in case the Constitutional Army decided to attack.

What a joke. Most of the men here couldn’t fight their way out of a wet paper bag.

Not that anyone really expected to fight, with Carranza’s forces far enough not to be an imminent threat; by all accounts, they had little to nothing to worry about, and yet… and yet.

“A peso for your thoughts,” Nando spoke somewhere behind him, and then he was sitting on the steps by him, a shot glass in each hand. He handed one to him. “As long as it’s not something on how we should be down south looking for de la Cruz, in which case I don’t want to hear it.”

Santiago let out another scoff, but he did accept the glass. “I’m thinking a bunch of children in a wooden cart could overpower us if they show up right now with all men drunk.”

“Oh, come now. They’re away from their families and celebrating Easter, and no one is coming.”

“We’re getting too comfortable.”

“And you’re too uptight. Come on, drink-- ah, look, midnight! Feliz Domingo de Pascua.”

They toasted, drank, and Santiago made an effort enjoy the uneventful Easter in Veracruz as much as he could, trying not to think of of how wrong it was, not having Beto there to enjoy the relative peace with him.

And trying to ignore the gut feeling that it wouldn’t last.

 ***

[Back to Part 10]

[On to Part 12]

***

A bit of extra art by Dara:

[simpcitybaby]

You and Me

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

 A/N: This gif has absolutely nothing to do with the writing but Cameron Boyce is so cute. This sucks sm and I know that some of you guys didn’t ask to be tagged but you commented so I tagged you.

Tags: @opalescentobrien @pinkgirlisepic @emrysaaryn @bubbles2428 @sweet-nightingale-171

Carlos’s POV 

Where could she possibly be? I didn’t know her well enough to know where she’d go when she’s upset. (Y/N) didn’t seem like the type of person to go back to her room when she was hurt. I racked my knowledge of the campus and thought of the prettiest place in all of Auradon. The Enchanted Lake, that’s where she had to be.

 I lifted myself up from the table and ran towards the lake with (Y/N) on my mind. I had only seen her cry once before but each time she scrunched up her nose in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing. When she wasn’t crying, she had the brightest smile on her face. She constantly looked up at people through her long eyelashes, something that drew others to her. When she was sleepy she would lean her head on the nearest shoulder before letting her big (E/C) eyes shut. (Y/N) absolutely adored Dude and he loved her just as much, often finding himself right next to her. Sometimes stray pieces of her hair would fall in front of her face during class and she’d blow it out of the way, too busy taking notes in order to properly secure it back in place. Why was I just now realizing these things? I’ve always disliked her, this whole soulmate thing really makes you go crazy. Maybe once you find your soulmate, your heart surges through the roof no matter how much you despised said person. I neared the pillar and there she was, running her hands along the water’s surface. “Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a happy experience. All he can do is deny that it’s me. Maybe the system really did mess up and I’m not supposed to end up with anyone.” Turns out, she was talking to Dude and he seemed to be agreeing with her. Mal really should’ve found a way to make him stop talking. My heart hurt as I stared at (Y/N) doubting herself. It was said that you would be able to feel your soulmate’s pain once you two were connected, I didn’t believe it until now. (Y/N) was so hurt and all I wanted to do was run up to her and hold her and let her know that everything was going to be okay and that I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. I’m the one who caused her pain and I had no place to do that. I let out a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding in before I approached her. She looked up at me with those lovely long eyelashes and my heart melted. How could all of my hatred dissolve and be replaced with love? Fate was weird in the way that it could just pull at your strings and make you change your ways. I sat down next to her and grabbed her hand before looking at her in the eyes. Those (E/C) eyes made me want to run but at the same time they made me want to know what secrets they held. She was mine and I had to make it up to her.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Why are you here, Carlos?” My voice cracked as I asked him the question and I looked down at our hands. “I’m sorry. I know that apologizing doesn’t mean much but I shouldn’t have said the things that I did. You’re my soulmate for crying out loud! You’re my person and instead of being nasty towards you I should’ve grabbed you by the waist and made it up to you. I was angry because I thought that you didn’t like me and you seemed like you were too good for me. You were the one person who didn’t trust me and that bothered me to no end. You’re beautiful and funny and smart, you could have anyone here and I was scared. I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.” He looked as if he was about to cry and I had the urge to run my fingers through his hair while whispering sweet nothing in his ear. “I’ve said some pretty hurtful things towards you as well and I can’t let you take all of the blame. I’m still really hurt and it’s going to take a little while for us to build up a relationship. You’re the person that I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with and I would rather not have us build a relationship on a rocky road. How about we smooth out the foundation and start over?” I pulled my hand out of his and stood up before sticking my hand out in his direction. As Carlos scrambled to his feet I began my introduction, “Hi, I’m (Y/N) of Agrabah and it’s so nice to meet you.” A smile made its way onto my face when Carlos grabbed my outstretched hand, shaking it before saying, “My name is De Vil, Carlos De Vil and it is my honor, princess.” His lips softly kissed my hand and in doing so he earned a giggle. “I’m the princess of the main princess.” Carlos then grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, his breath hitting my face. “If the princess can sneak out of her castle tomorrow night, she should be able to find me here.” I licked my lips before asking for a time while running my fingers through his hair, him leaning into my touch. “I’ll see you tomorrow, VK.” I walked away with my hips swaying and a smirk on my face and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. 

- Time Skip - 

Carlos’s POV

Blankets  ✔

Pillows  ✔

Chocolate  ✔

3D printer ring  ✔

The one thing that I knew about (Y/N) was that she LOVED stargazing. She could talk endlessly about the constellations and then the next moment she’s talking about aliens and the planets that they live on. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a loud knocking, I rolled off the bed with Dude in tow and opened the door. Low and behold, (Y/N) was standing there with a surplus amount of food in her arms. “It’s almost 1 pm and i haven’t seen you all day. Plus, Jay said that you haven’t eaten so here.” She thrusted the food into my awaiting arms and kicked the door shut before collapsing on my bed. This girl is definitely the person that I’d want to wake up to every morning. “I can’t wait until we have our own house with a huge bed that we could lay in all day.” (Y/N) laughed before saying, “You know nothing about me yet!” I could feel my face heating up as I bit back a smile and hid my face. She got up and made her way towards me before kissing my cheek, “Let’s eat and get to know each other.” A couple of moments later we were stuffing our faces and getting to know one another. That is when she tilted her head and brought up the words that disappeared from my arm, “You never did answer my question y’know. Is the S or C silent in scent?” I shrugged my shoulders and gave her the best response that I could even though I had no idea myself, “I’d say that the s is silent because cent is already a word and in order for it to mean something else, some lazy person probably just threw an s in front of it.” She nodded her head with her eyes in slits. It was now silent and (Y/N) had her thinking face on, I know that she felt a bit weird with us leaving our disputes in the past. We loved each other and we felt the need to protect one another even though we’re acquaintances. “There is only one person that I can trust anything with, and it will forever be you.” She confessed this in a whisper but it was loud enough for me to hear it. “I never knew that there was someone who would actually want me. My own mom didn’t even care for me, I was just there to clean the house and take care of errands. You’re my family and you mean so much to me.” I cleared off the bed before climbing in next to her and her arms immediately wrapped around my waist.

(Y/N)’s POV

Carlos may have been all big and bad on the isle since he was in the Rotten Four but it was different here at Auradon. He was vulnerable and he craved love just like the rest of us. I was his soulmate and I was going to love him with my entire being. After he said his piece, he climbed in next to me and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his waist. I let him be the little spoon in order to make him feel safe and it let him know that I was there. Chills were sent down my spine as Carlos ran his fingers along my arm and all I could think about was kissing him. I wanted him to know just how much I loved him but we just got acquainted and it would be odd if I did so. “Is my princess going to leave her tower and meet me tonight?” He mumbled as he turned his head in my direction. I took the opportunity and trailed small kisses up to his ear before responding in a hushed voice. “Wherever His Royal Badness is, that is where I am.” Carlos slowly turned to face me and cupped my cheek, I leaned into his touch. It felt as if we were the only two people in the world until we weren’t because the gang stumbled into Carlos’s room. “Well would you look at that!” I winced as Jay yelled out. I didn’t even realize that Dude had left when I first came to Carlos’s room, I now noticed because he barked out a quick explanation as to why he left which was because Carlos and I were being too lovey dovey. Lonnie pushed Jay and told him to leave us alone. Evie squieled with Doug before announcing our new ship name and how we were going to be the cutest couple on campus next to them. My friends were happy and I was happy, we were unstoppable. I was going to suggest that we all spend the rest of the day together when I realized something. The date with Carlos was in a couple of hours and if i wanted to impress him, we had to pause the cuddling. “Evie, Mal, Lonnie, Dude, you guys are coming with me!” I quickly kissed Carlos on the corner of his mouth before rushing out of the room with my friends. I loved him with all of my being even though I hadn’t said it yet. This date was going to be full of surprises. 

A/N: Hey guys! I did not proofread so I hope that you guys know what I meant if I made a mistake lol. I hope you enjoyed the part 2 of words sting and I think I’ll finish it off with a third part if this one gets a good reaction. I wanted to finish it here but it just kept getting longer and longer so I decided to do parts. 

[tuukks]

Get to know me tag game!

tagged by @solidsnake 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 ty for the tag im bored as fuccccc 😩 (i was gunna do this on the computer so i could do a read more but i can’t b bothered i’m sorry lmao)

LAST:

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: UHHH mom i think 3. Text message: dad (im cool and have friends i promise) 4. Song you listened to: drugs by kohh 5. Time you cried: literally like 5 min ago HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: aaaaalmost 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: when do i not regret it 🤔🤔🤔 8. Been cheated on: LMAOOO idr the number but uh yea a few times 9. Lost someone special: mhm 10. Been depressed: 😂😂😂 since i was born wym 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no actually! 12-14. LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: pink, gold, royal blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: ummmmmm not this year actually lol 16. Fallen out of love: not a new concept 4 me 17. Laughed until you cried: oh yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeeeaaaaa 19. Met someone who changed you: oh 4 sure 20. Found out who your friends are: ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm still not sure 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: oh maybe,,,never go on there, they might still be there lol

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: pretty much all of em, fb too personal for randos 23. Do you have any pets: 😢 no 24. Do you want to change your name: i gave up on hating my name its aight.. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: had a bad day 26. What time did you wake up: prolly 10,,wow… never sleep in that late… 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: i can’t remember, next question 28. Name something you can’t wait for: the monsta x concert on the 21st 😩😩😩 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: few weeks ago ): 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: someone zap this bpd/depression/anxiety outta my brain thats all i want 31. What are you listening right now: nuthin 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: uhhh i mean probably ? but i don’t recall 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: literally fucking everyone lmaoo 34. Most visited website: issa tie between twitter & tumblr im such a loser

RANDOM INFO:

35. Mole/s: got em on my body 36. Mark/s: 1 on my jawline and 1 on my lower back 37. Childhood dream: UMMM to be happy lol 38. Hair color: it’s weird & silver/purple right now 39. Long or short hair: always short 41. What do you like about yourself: i’m empathetic and understanding. i have a really good handle on my behavior even tho no one rlly notices that 42. Piercings: literally none, never been pierced 43. Blood type: i have nooo fuckin idea 44. Nickname: hani 45. Relationship status: single af man 46. Zodiac: leo 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: GHOST ADVENTURES been a fan since like 2009 i love it sm 49. Tattoos: sadly none 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: never had surgery 🙏🏼 52. Hair dyed in different color: yuh 53. Sport: hockey 55. Vacation: like…ideal location ? i’m dying to visit china so i can cry the whole time 56. Pair of trainers: nike

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: nuthing 58. Drinking: water 59. I’m about to: fucking die,,just kidding im gunna decide on a movie to watch 61. Waiting for: this week to end lmao 62. Want: to be fucking happy for like 5 seconds perhaps ? 63. Get married: i’d rly rly like to 64. Career: haha who tf knows

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: kisses 66. Lips or eyes: oh lips definitely 67. Shorter or taller: i like short guys nd girls. wanted someone tall 4 a long time but fuck it i love shorties….. 68. Older or younger: older maybe 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms 71. Sensitive or loud: i wanna say sensitive.. 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: kinda ? 75. Drank hard liquor: of course 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope i keep track of em pretty well 77. Turned someone down: i mean yeah probably 78. Sex on the first date: lmao no 79. Broken someone’s heart: yeah 80. Had your heart broken: not romantically 81. Been arrested: no thank god 82. Cried when someone died: mhm 83. Fallen for a friend: yeah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: i do but that don’t mean much 85. Miracles: yes 86. Love at first sight: yknow, it might be possible but its not a thing u would be aware of u feel me 87. Santa Claus: i really did when i was younger 88. Kiss on the first date: i would

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: me baby sierra 91. Eye color: green/blue 92. Favorite movie: i was gunna say inglorious basterds but i think it’s battle royale 😩😩👌🏼

i feel like i always tag the same ppl & i jus dont know who my mutuals are anymore so basically if ur interested u can do it & say i tagged u