#id be a terrible patient lol

[kindred-spirit-93]

ah yes

playing my favourite game of "why are my insides tormenting me?": stress, gastrointestinal infection, intolerance to something, probably ibs, cramps, cancer god forbid, dehydration, stress, gut bacteria shenanigans, hunger, the plague (long covid), stress....

[matrix-pawz]

ISTG I wanna ramble on to somebody about ghost and pals but it'd all be gibberish :/

[thefadecodex]

Hi! I came across a post a while back about Mythals spirit. Basically they said they didn't agree with the idea of Mythal being a spirit of "Benevolence" and they said It made more sense that she was a spirit of "Protection".

I thought about it and based on past Dragon Age lore she was called the All Mother and the Protector. People went to her seeking Protection Justice Vengeance. And everything she did throughout the Dragon Age games did fit with someone who embodied "Protection". Helping our heroes save the world. And even when she ruled as an Evanuris the terrible things she did was to protect her People.

And When I think of "Benevolence" as a concept I see it as Compassion Empathy Kindness Generosity. Like I can't really see a spirit of Benevolence making the Titans tranquil?

The Mythal fragment that was the most like her original self called the titans monsters and I do not think she (and honestly most of the Elvhen back then) had the compassion/empathy to even see the dwarves as people. They just took what they wanted to benefit themselves and their empire and it led to war. So it doesn't feel benevolent, I guess.

Anyway, I'm definitely inclined to agree with that person's post... but Im also not pleased with how this revelation conflicts with canon (Hate when that happens LOL) it's kinda like I wanna reconcile the two together?

Basically, Morrigan calls Mythals spirit "Benevolence" but do you think "Protection" suits her better? Or is it something else ? whatever your thoughts are on the kind of spirit Mythal is id like to hear it!!

(Sorry for rambling! Love your work ❤️)

Greetings, seeker of veiled truths!

First, thank you so much for your kind words, and don’t worry—you weren’t rambling at all! This is such an intriguing question, so let’s unpack it together.

When Morrigan refers to Mythal as a Spirit of Benevolence, it’s crucial to remember how DA defines spirits. A spirit embodies a concept, but that concept isn’t a neatly human-friendly archetype—it’s a primal force, distilled and absolute.

In this context, Benevolence isn’t limited to kindness, compassion, or warm nurturing. It’s an overarching, self-sacrificial commitment to the well-being of others—specifically, in Mythal’s case, her people–the elves. This form of Benevolence operates on a grand, often cosmic scale, and its methods may not always appear kind or gentle from a mortal perspective.

Benevolence Doesn’t Always Look Kind

The tension arises because we often view Benevolence through a mortal lens—a figure endlessly warm, patient, and selfless. But spirits aren’t bound by mortal morality or sentimentality. Their concepts manifest in ways that can feel cold, ruthless, or even cruel.

Mythal’s actions—calling the Titans monsters, exploiting the dwarves, and even her acts of justice or vengeance—weren’t born from softness. It is likely Mythal saw her actions as pragmatic choices made to ensure her people’s survival and prosperity. In her view, these decisions likely aligned with her deeper purpose, even if they were morally fraught.

To Mythal, the Titans were dangerous. Regardless of why/how the conflict began, they were at war. Mythal wasn’t observing the Titans as neutral entities—she was facing them as an active threat to her people and her purpose.

In war, perspective shapes action. To Mythal, the Titans weren’t just colossal beings—they were adversaries, capable of immense destruction. Whether her judgment of them as “monsters” was fair or justified is debatable, but in her eyes, it was likely a necessary stance to protect her people and their survival.

Protection as a Reflection of Benevolence

Protection is, in many ways, an expression of Mythal’s Benevolence. Sometimes that protection was fierce, even brutal. Sometimes it looked more like justice or even vengeance more than kindness. But at its core, the why of her actions—the driving force—was still rooted in Benevolence: the preservation and flourishing of those she cared for.

To draw a parallel: a mother wolf protecting her cubs isn’t gentle when her fangs are bared. She doesn’t negotiate with the predator threatening her young. But the reason she fights—the fire behind her fury—is love and care. That is Benevolence, expressed through the raw and unyielding instinct to protect.

In short: Protection is a tool. Benevolence is the purpose.

Morrigan recognizing Mythal as Benevolence is likely because she sees the root of Mythal’s nature. Beneath all the violence, cruelty, and compromises, Mythal’s purpose was always to care for, nurture, and preserve her people.

This isn’t a soft or idyllic Benevolence—it’s one that wages war to keep loved ones safe, that makes impossible choices in the face of extinction. It’s sharp-edged and relentless.

At her core, Mythal embodies Benevolence—not the comforting warmth of gentle compassion, but the unyielding drive to ensure others thrive, even when the means are harsh, messy, or morally complex.

It’s entirely valid to see protection as an integral expression of her Benevolence, but I think Morrigan’s insight holds: Benevolence was the root, and protection was the tool she wielded in its service.

Thank you for bringing such a thoughtful question to The Fade Codex—it’s one of those topics that reminds us just how layered and complex spirits truly are.

May your path through the Fade remain well-lit!—The Fade Codex

[thejugheadparadox]

loving reign of the paladin!! while patiently waiting for the next chapter do u have any jarchie fic recs the people are starving

HIIII thank you this is huge for me :) next chapter is about 2/3 done id say. she's on her way. thank u for reading.

okay im gonna keep this relatively minimal bc i dont honestly read that much fic + have a terrible memory for that which i have read + i am extremely fussy about the tone of riverdale fanfiction lol. however. when you really trawl it there is some really good stuff, and much of it is writer by prolific users boos (essentially a celebrity to me) or instead (ari changed world). none of this is to say that and the below are the only good fics out there, they definitely aren't theyre just some of my favs.

my obscene vanity and need for validation also oblige me to recommend my own ridiculous violently heartfelt screenplay jugheads weird fantasy. i still edit it once every couple of months

sad and short and by the most talented writer i know the wonderful grace from their beronica focused ww1 series: and each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds

multiple povs and fabulous riverdalean hijinks: archie's weird high school reunion by focacciabread

HE LIVED IN HIS FUCKING HOUSE. everybody moved on but me and frank stayed here. like jughead. stayed in that house.: nothing to be done by theflick

kept up with this one like it was new riverdale episodes. really good dialogue: i could write it better than you ever felt it by gloomyboygirl

very dense and intimate and funny and interesting: olber's paradox by kickedshins

just really well articulated. auguste gets it: robert frost was right by philcollins

a lot of the earlier stuff from around 2017/18 is not my vibe in terms of characterisation but i like this and this and this. really i just cant fathom teen jughead ever being able to truly articulate his feelings to himself. but i think those pull it off well

and finally im sorry for really enjoying this no im NOT. I'M NOT.

[batw1nggg]

"dr character analysis anon" again, hi. Saw the thing about Komamiki. I have...mixed feelings about that ship.

While Komahina does objectively have the most going for it, I'm personally a multi-shipper for Nagito. I think the fandom really sleeps on a lot of the ship potential he has with some of the other cast. Admittedly most of the potential is with male characters. But outside of some fun platonic BroTPs (like Sonia and Nagito), I'd say there are 2.5 good f/m ships for Nagito. Komanami, Komazumi, and depending on the writer, Komamiki. Because a writer I know who's played around with it over the years has done some pretty interesting stuff.

Now I say "2.5" because like...I have noticed a REALLY weird pattern with Komamiki. In that it seems to be the main Nagito ship pushed by fans who are incredibly harsh on the character and vocally against Komahina. Who are typically also Hinanami shippers. I've even pointed out examples to that writer, and they found it pretty baffling too.

Like one of the most insane takes I've ever seen (and the writer wholeheartedly agreed with me despite being only mildly into Komahina) was someone pointing to Komamiki as "a healthier alternative to Komahina". Because like...one of the most interesting things to explore about the ship is that it has a high probability of turning quite ugly and toxic. And to actually get a healthy Komamiki outcome requires quite a bit more work than most other Nagito ships. Like one of those good Komamiki stories I read had both of them go through therapy before meeting again as adults after Hope's Peak closed down (a kind of non-Despair AU).

Yet those detractors of Nagito seem to really think that they could just hit it off pretty quickly. And that Nagito's worship of Ultimates would be a boon to Mikan's self-confidence. As well as Mikan being a nurse making her a perfect partner for Nagito. Which is just...no. A happy relationship between Nagito and an Ultimate should have him gradually come to see them as a partner and an equal. And Mikan's FTEs show exactly why giving her a partner medically dependent on her is a TERRIBLE idea. She would need to come to terms with just how unhealthy her desire for control over her patients is before having a partner like that.

So yeah, tldr, I think Komamiki can be an interesting ship to explore, but I can't help but view some of the people pushing it with a bit of mistrust. Like I almost wonder if a handful of them are doing so in bad faith. And perhaps they actually do want Nagito to end up in an unhealthy co-dependent relationship where his partner has power over him.

ok see i agree with a lot of the points here ive always been interested in the komaeda mikan dynamic, just platonically. because i cannot see him liking women romantically (or her liking men romantically) at ALL like i just cannot see it. their dynamic is very intriguing from what little hints of it we get from chapter 3 its just that in my eyes they wouldnt be toxic lovers theyd be gods worstest girlfrenemies. i support the dynamic i do not support it romantically lol. and also id never trust a komamiki shipper like ever at all because of what you outlined . its like how youre always suspicious to trust junkan shippers because their dynamic can be interesting to explore but it has to be handled carefully to be brought justice yaknow.

[morphinejunkie]

hi!! i recieved my copy of Crush today and im loving it!! the book design is really well done. can i ask about how you went about like, printing and publishing it? id love to do something like that with my own fic but have no idea where to start! (if thats too big an ask i understand!! thanks anyway!!)

glad you got it safe and sound and thanks so much for being patient with the orders.

for the book, i formatted the contents with a scriptwriting program called highland 2, which has a novel making template (non-watermarked is paid). it's not terribly robust but gets the job done. i know most professionals use indesign, tried it before but it was honestly unfeasible for me since crush was just way too huge. i definitely would recommend using it if you want more control over your margins, text, layout, etc.

i used a printing house called lulu, which has really high-quality printing and manufactures books on a made-to-order basis (a lot of printing houses usually make bulk orders, so lulu was preferable to me in that way). they provide the cover templates that i used to create the actual cover, and that was just a photoshop job. they sell at retail prices for smaller orders. i've also had friends use amazon to self-publish and i believe they also provide an isbn, but i preferred the quality of lulu's paper to amazon's.

of course crush is self-published, so i didn't go through any publishing companies or anything, it's just a story with a cover and a spine. don't know if i even could get crush published with the copyright issues. but i am planning on getting actually real-human published someday with my original fiction, so hopefully i can help you out in that regard in the future lol.

thanks again for the ask!

[shyficwriter]

Sorry if I've already asked this but I'd love if you did a fic (or put it somewhere in your Temporary Home fic) where Peter or reader accidentally call Yondu dad then they get all embarrassed. ID CRY. ty very much I love ur fics and I'm so excited for more Temporary Home!!

Hi, yes you (or possibly someone else with same idea lol) did already send this in. Sorry for not responding sooner, but you'll be happy to hear I do plan on adding it in, just have to find a place to write that scene in. I already have one idea in mind :) But if you want something now, I do have a couple fics where I've written parts with something close to this: You Are So Screwed - (Reader, Peter, Yondu) The secret that you and Peter have been keeping about Terrans is about to be spilled, and there’s a good chance you’re both screwed. I’m Mary Poppin’s Y'all! - Yondu eventually finds out who Mary Poppins is- it doesn’t go too well for Reader. This 5-line sentence starter And this one And this one, but in reverse? lol And a few where it happens, but Reader doesn't remember: Shots (Yondu x Reader) - Reader gets drunk for the first time - like REALLY drunk - and Yondu does nooot like it. Sick - You are quite sick, and unfortunately for everyone else, you won’t stay in bed. Might have something to do with being delirious with fever, or maybe you’re just a terrible patient. Who’s to say? And I know there's some of it in here too (mostly chapter 1 and 2 though):

Life Goes On (ongoing)

A story about Reader’s life with the Guardians. Lots of drama and angst. (Chapter 14 in progress)

(I feel like there's more, but that's all I found off the top of my head lol)

[sessakag]

I can't thank you enough for sharing your struggles. A lot of people treat mental illness like its a big secret or like people that struggle are demons. I have bipolar too and its nice to be able to know im not alone. Are you pure bp or is there another on it too. I have bipolar and ocd. I hate the med cycle too. its always up and down every time a melt down happens and trying to get help is awful. sometimes id rather just suffer than to hear everybody telling me theres nothing they can do to help.

Oh no, it'd be too easy to just be bipolar, lol. I've got bipolar II and comorbid borderline, so it's like up and down all damn day. If I'm not trippin on bipolar, the bpd is acting up. Trying to treat one lets the other just fester, and then shit gets crossed, docs are shaking their head like wtf, and I end up in a damn hospital like wtf now? And the fucking stigma is CRAZY. How the hell do you have stigma against a mental illness in the mental health field?? Make it make sense! I have dealt with so many practices that refuse to take BPD patients because of the difficulty in treating it. Then you finally get a doc qualified to deal with it and somehow, someway, they bounce, and you get shoved to a different doc and have to start all over again. It's like an endless cycle of getting broken, getting half repaired, then getting broken down again over and over, then you lose your shit and folks are like "what's wrong with you?" 🤦🏾‍♀️And the med cycle, omgl. There's a pill for everything, and I swear it's like being on life support, you're just artificially being pushed through the human cycle. Pill to sleep, pill to stay awake, pill to stop the hyper activity in your brain, pill to treat the depression, pill to fight the effects of the other pills, then god FORBID you fall off the bandwagon or one of those damn pills stop having an effect and you have to readjust those meds. It's like being turned on your damn head, you're just dazed and tired, and angry and hopeless and like you say, don't wanna keep reaching out for help anymore. That's the kicker, since middle school people tell you, "there's help out there" and I'm like, where???? Where is it? Getting into a clinic is ti's own terrible battle, staying in treatment, funding treatment, getting the appropriate treatment in the first place, nobody mentions any of that, and sometimes I feel like folks don't care about it. That band aid phrase is thrown out, and folks wash their hands of the situation. One and done. Ya stepped through the door of a clinic and everything is fine now. Everything is not fine. This system is fucked up.

Anyway, I'm done ranting. I'm just so damn frustrated with myself and the system.

I'd love to just be fuckin normal.

On a positive note though, I'm glad my sharing helped you, and in turn, your sharing has helped me too.

[phantomss-pain]

Saw you reblogged an ask game. You’re always asking me such fun questions so I want to return the favor! Let’s do:

B, C, O, and Z.

I’ve always wanted to do an ask game and answer asks so I’m glad you decided to ask me haha. (Also if you want you can definitely just give me the whole alphabet for this ask game). Anyway I’ll keep it to fnaf only as that’s something we both share in common.

B) Definitely Charlie and Michael lol. It’s funny because I didn’t consider them as a romantic pairing until I read the fic Adorable and Fluffly, then your Autophobia. After that I just fell in love of the concept of Charlie and Michael being a couple after all the hardships that’s happened in their life.

C) Probably Elizabeth and Charlie. I’ve never seen the idea behind making them friends or lesbian lovers. Charlie has Jessica for that. That is probably my Michael and Charlie bias coming through but yeah. Not a big fan of Charlie and Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Susie being girlfriends on the other hand

O) This one is going to be super random but Solway Firth by Slipknot is how I think of Charlie’s rage towards William and how he killed all of mci kids. It’s one of my favourite songs of all time and if you like metal I highly recommend listening to the full album that Solway Firth is from because it’s so much better in the context of the album.

Z) I guess the thing that’s been bugging me recently in terms of fan related things is how the fandom treats fnaf theorists. More importantly when I talk about fnaf theorists I’m more so talking about the current big four fnaf theorists that being Matpat, John from Fuhnaff, ID’s fantasy and Rye Toast.

What I mean is how just how they are currently treated. Everytime Matpat uploads a fnaf video either on GTlive or normal game theory I am bombarded on twitter by people saying how terrible Mat is as a theorist and how he doesn’t understand fnaf, he was never good or anything.

That annoys me as I do think it’s fair to criticise Mat and his theories. My main problem with it is when it comes to attacking him as a person and rewriting history. Cause Mat’s theories were good or had some sense behind them (minus fnaf 1) until Forth Closet (which personally I cite as when the fnaf lore broke but that’s something for another day).

Hell Mat fucking called Gregory being patient 46 but nope Mat is evil and only cares about money. He is ruining fnaf.

Now with John, ID and Rye it’s very funny how people started turning on them. It started because they don’t believe the tales books are in the game timeline and people started turning on them and attacking them over it. John had to deactivate his personal Twitter because of the hate he was getting. And all of this happened because of they disagreed with Talesgames.

It disgusts me and it just reeks of hypocrisy as after ID pointed out flaws in Tales games people went after her and said that she was just creating problems and that the problems she pointed out were “mistakes” so we should not care about them. But that’s not how it works.

I recommend watching ID’s new video on the problems with Talesgames to understand why I side with her with Talesgames.

Anyway that’s enough rambling. Thanks for asking I hope you do ask me more from this ask game :)

[transgaledekarios]

11, 16, 22, 31, 33 for Ever 👀

Wahhh thank you for the ask 🧡🧡🧡

11. Who is in Ever’s inner circle?

My beloved blorbo is terrible at genuinely getting close to people, so their inner circle is pretty small. Even Kaidan, who they romance in 1, doesn’t really manage to make it in (not really) until they become good friends in 3 (after Ever has learned how to let people in). The people closest to them are James and Miranda. James, because he happens to meet them at just the right time. Miranda, because she and Ever knew each other from their youth. Their friendship is a little weird, but they’re both happy. Tali and Ever have potential to be close friends, too, but they’ve got some issues to work through, first. (Jeff and Zaeed are honorable mentions)

16. What additions did Cerberus give them?

Gonna be honest. Id never even considered this lol since in my head, Ever doesn’t really die die. Just gets really close to it.

22. What was the post-Lazarus reunion with Ever and joker like?

Lol they don’t talk about it, but they’re both pleased to see each other. Ever in the start 2 is very emotionally distant (even more than usual), so they don’t hug or have an emotional chat about the whole thing. Not in 2. They’re friendly though not particularly intimate friends. They hang out and banter, but rarely have meaningful, deep conversations about anything really important. There’s still a mutual affection there, though. Just from hours spent next to each other. Chatting and laughing. It’s just they don’t really talk about feelings lol

31. Ask Dr Chakwas. What kind of patient are they?

Ever is a model patient. They go for regular checkups and follow her directions to a T. If, in 2, a significant chunk of those checks are for stds, that’s no one’s business~ lol they’re very responsible about their health. Chakwas never has to hound them to come in. They’re aware of the std risks given how many new partners they have frequently, so they go on their own.

When they get sick, they’re also a good patient (be it with Chakwas or their post-canon partner). They obediently take their medicine and mostly sleep. (Though they will want extra cuddles from their partner)

33. What does the council think of their first human Spectre?

Ever’s ability to handle complex political situations that require diplomacy impresses the council. I imagine the council really values spectres who need very little by way of oversight or advice. People who can get shit done. They get the job done and do it well.

[aubzikins]

Attempting to write a fanfic so here goes nothing...

I have always wanted to write but usually end up getting frustrated and delete my stuff. This time, I'm following through. I apologize in advance if its not the best! This is also going to be a little bit of a slow burn... Please be patient <3

Also this work is COMPLETELY Fictional. It is completely made up. I am working on my writing skills lol

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I’ve always been a clumsy person. Its been a running joke for years with anyone who has ever met me. "Put her in bubble wrap!, The hospital must give you VIP Parking, Do you have a punch card at the ER? 5 visits and your 6th visit is free?" It was kind of funny at first, but then it gets frustrating to hear time and time again. I'll never let it show though. I laugh it off, add it a "yup" or "mmhmm" and then go about my day. I’ve always dealt with this and always thought it was just shitty luck. I must’ve done something terrible in a past life and now this is my penance. I never thought it would be the reason for one of the most amazing times of my life.

A random April Saturday...

I don’t know what made me think going exploring around the hot springs was such a great idea. I’ve never been an outdoorsy person because it came at a risk. There is no way I would come out of it unscathed. For some reason I decided to go on a whim.

Everything was fine until I was saying hello to a random stranger and tripped, falling into someone. I apologized profusely but when I looked up, I nearly died. In front of me was the LEGENDARY leader of Stray Kids. CHRISTOPHER BANG CHAN. I thought my heart was going to explode. "I'm so sorry sir! So sorry!" Chan looked at me and realized I recognized him. His hat had fallen into a puddle but he still had his mask on. I took off my hat and hurriedly put it on his head and whispered to him "Sorry about your hat, here take mine. You’re recognizable just by your eyes but with your hair showing, you’re way more recognizable..." I handed him his hat, apologized again and went to walk away... that’s when he grabbed my hand. "Hit and Run?" He asked with a smile showing in his eyes.

"Oh... um... I didn’t want to intrude anymore than I already have." I said avoiding eye contact.

"It’s okay really, things happen. Can you write down your number so I can get your hat back to you?"

"Um, no worries. You can keep it or toss it. I promise my hair is clean!"

He looked at me and started giggling a little, "I am sure it is, but I really would like to return it to its rightful owner."

I handed him my business card with my cell on the back. "It really is not a big deal, but if it will make you feel better, here..."

"I didn’t think id ever meet a stay so reluctant to have more contact with one of us." He was eyeing me amusingly.

"Shh!... Before you announce that you are… well you, and get bum rushed. You are on a different level that most people, so it's a bit of a shock to even be able to have a conversation with you. Also id prefer to talk to you like a normal person and not as a massive celebrity" I look up at him and smile slightly.

"It’s very much appreciated. Thank you for the hat to use, I will send you a text when I can get it back to you. I have to head out now, thanks again. Would you be okay with a hug?" He opened his arms slightly.

I stepped in and gave him a hug and smiled. "You really are a sweetheart. Happy to know that that is the same." I smiled, bowed a little and walked away before he could say anything else. When I got to my car, I sat there in disbelief. "Holy hell..." I started my car and headed home. That whole interaction was a LOT to process and of course, I didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it...

A couple hours later, my phone goes off;

Unknown: Hey thanks again for earlier. By the way I didn’t get your name... also I like this hat, it's comfy. Mind if I take you up on your offer to keep it?

Me: Oh! My name is Nia. Yes of course you can keep the hat. I know it's not a beanie like you normally wear but you still made it look good. *I figured it was Chan so I saved his number as Chris so it wouldn’t ever be easily figured out*

Chris: Nia, it was nice bumping into you... 🤣 I appreciate the hat, it did help with my escape out of there. Looks like you were the only one who recognized me. Thanks for not blowing my cover!

Me: No problem, you deserve a bit of peace.

Chris: I want to thank you properly, have you eaten yet?

Me: You don’t have to do that. I am happy you didn’t get recognized lol

Chris: I want to, do you want to come over to the BnB we are staying at? I’ll have a driver come get you.

Me: Are you sure? You don’t even know me…

Chris: We have security, so we are safe. You’ll have to get a pat down before you come in but yeah…

Me: I have a feeling that you aren’t gonna change your mind about this dinner are ya?

Chris: Nope! What’s your addy?

Me: *sends address*

Chris: Driver will be there in about 20 minutes. See you soon

The driver showed up exactly 20 minutes later, so I sent a text to Chan telling him I was on my way. 20 minutes later, we were pulling up to a beautiful Air BnB. The driver didn’t even give me a chance to open the door before he was there opening it. When I walked up to the door, I was greeted by Chan and security. He tried telling them he wasn’t concerned but I insisted on security doing the necessary checks.

Chan laughed a little, “I told the guys about you, and they would like to meet you as well.” I looked at Chan with a little bit of worry, “I am going to meet all of them? That’s a tad overwhelming.”

“They wont bite I promise and if you want to leave at any point, our driver will take you back immediately.” He said smiling.

“Okay, ill meet them. But it was just a hat ya know? Basic common courtesy.” Security finished patting me down and going through my purse. The one guard gestured that I was free to go and then looked at Chan “She has nothing dangerous sir, would you like us to hold on to her phone?” Chan shook his head no, “I don’t think that we need to do that. If she was the type to forego privacy, she would have exposed me earlier today. Nia, there are some slippers right there if you would like to switch to those.” I took off my shoes and put on the little slippers that were left out for me and then followed him into the living area.

Chan walked over to the stairs and yelled up “Guys, Nia is here. Please do not rush her!” Then chaos erupted. Felix peeked out from the kitchen “Channie, we are almost done making dinner, can you set the table??” Felix turns towards me and smiles, “Hello Nia, I’ll come properly introduce myself in a few moments. Lee Know as well.” “Hello Felix, hello Lee Know!” I waved a little to Felix.

Chan walked into the kitchen to get the plates and silverware to set the table. I stood there feeling a bit out of place when Hyunjin walked up to me and held out his hand. “Hello, I’m Hyunjin. Nice to meet you Nia. Thank you for keeping Channie safe earlier today!” I shook his hand and smiled, “Hello Hyunjin, nice to meet you as well. I honestly didn’t do anything but lend him my hat and basically run off from embarrassment.” Hyunjin giggled and gave me a huge smile.

Next came the younger two of the eight, IN and Seungmin. Both smiled, shook my hand and said hello. After shaking my hand, they went to sit down. Changbin and Han came down from upstairs and also shook hands with me and said hello. Han then pulled out a chair next to the head of the table and motioned for me to come sit down. Chan had just finished setting the table.

“Thank you Han.” I sat and looked around. Everyone was chatting and then Lee Know and Felix started bringing food out, Chicken and Seafood Alfredo. “I didn’t know if you ate seafood or not, so I made both. And if you are not good with dairy, Lee Know made Beef Bulgogi” Felix said as he put the serving bowls down. “I don’t eat seafood, so thank you. I appreciate it!”

Everyone sat down and Chan looks at me while everyone starts grabbing their servings of food. “What would you like? Lets get you some food before its all gone okay?”

“Id rather y’all get your fill and I’ll grab some then.” I replied.

Chan smirked “that’s not going to work for me.” He picked up my plate and put some chicken alfredo and some bulgogi on the plate. “Here ya go, you don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it, just wanted to make sure you were able to get some food.”

“Thank you.” I take a bite of the chicken and it’s delicious. I also try the Bulgogi and it’s so good. “Felix and Lee Know, these are both very delicious. Thank you so much.”

Lee know smiles and Felix starts doing a happy clap “Awesome, I was worried since Channie told me last minute that he invited you over. I’m glad you like them!”

“Sorry about that!” I look down.

“Hey now, no worries, nothing to be sorry about. He was just wanting to figure out a way to thank you. He kind of went out without security and if people would have recognized him, I’m sure it would have been chaos.” Felix looks disappointingly at Chan.

“To be fair, it was my fault to begin with, if I hadn’t tripped and knocked into him. His hat wouldn’t have gotten knocked off and he wouldn’t have been at risk of being recognized… which again I’m truly sorry. I’m a bit clumsy and should have been more careful” I looked down at the table.

“Nia its truly okay. Everything is all good.” Chan smiled at me. “Plus, I like your hat. Its my favorite color and the hoops and chains on it look amazing.”

I giggled, “Black is my favorite color as well and the best part about that hat, it was only 3 dollars online for it.”

Han looked shocked “Can you show me the website? I want to order one!” As he hands me his phone. I typed in the website and brought up the listing. When I gave it back to Han, he smiled and started typing. “I ordered one in every color!” The guys started laughing.

“So Nia, what do you do for work?” Seungmin asked.

“I am an accountant, so I work on financials for businesses across the United States, currently working remotely.” I say as all 8 men are watching me.

“Are you able to travel while working?” IN asked.

“As long as I have internet access or cell phone data, yes.”

“Noted.” IN said smiling

After everyone finished eating, I went to help take dishes to the kitchen and these men acted like I kicked Seungmin. Han grabbed the dishes so quickly that I stood there in a bit of shock. “You are a guest Nia, we can handle this.” Han stated when he saw my shocked face.

I watched the guys clean everything up and do the dishes. My offers to help were denied every time I offered. When everything was cleaned up, I had fully intended to ask if Chan could have the driver take me home, but before I could ask, Felix walked up to me with a plate of Brownies. “Brownies?” I nodded and grabbed a small brownie while telling him thank you.

“Now that dinner is over, would you want to stay and watch a movie with us?” Felix's eyes sparkled as he asked.

“Um… sure?” I said a bit hesitantly. “I don’t have any work tomorrow so I guess a movie wont hurt. Are y’all sure you want me to stick around?” Worried I may be a bit overstaying my welcome.

Lee Know walked up next to Felix, “If we didn’t want you to stick around, we would have already had the driver here to escort you home.”

“Do y’all normally invite people to dinner and a movie?” I was half joking and half serious. Hard to believe these 8 amazing men would impulsively invite some random person into their personal space.

Chan looked up at me from the couch, “Not normally, but you helped me without asking for anything in return. Also… I may have looked you up online since you gave me your business card. So, we had a general idea of who you are based off of your social media.”

“You really should lock your social media a bit more, just for safety reasons.” Changbin interjected. “We found out a LOT about you in a very short time.”

“Oh, well I normally don’t meet many people, and definitely don’t usually meet international celebrities.” I said with a laugh.

“Well can you do us a favor and make sure you protect yourself a bit more? Don’t want to have to worry about people stalking you or anything.” Changbin smiled. I pulled out my phone, then pulled up my Instagram and Twitter and started messing with the settings. “Now try to look at my stuff then Mr. Safety” I smirked. Changbin searched for my username, and everything came up private.

“Good Girl” he said while showing the rest of the guys. My face pinked a bit at the words ‘good girl’ and I tried to hide my face. Changbin saw though because when I looked at him, he had a smirk on his face and winked.

I sat down on the couch next to Chan while Han put a movie on, “Free Guy”. I knew they loved Ryan Reynolds so it wasn’t a shocking pick. It was lighthearted and fun. Once the movie was over, I asked Chan to call the driver.

“That was fun, thank you very much for dinner and the movie. It’s been awhile since I got to hang out and enjoy company.” I didn’t realize how much I was smiling. It had genuinely been a blessing to have spent some time out of my house and with other people.

“It was definitely fun, we should do it again sometime!” Felix said excitedly.

Each member gave me a hug and Chan walked me to the door. “We enjoyed having you over, and text me when you get back to your place so I know you got home safe”

“I will, y’all have a great visit and a smooth tour. Hopefully I’ll make it one of your concerts soon.” Chan closed the car door and the driver started to pull away. This was one of the best nights of my life and the start of something I could have never imagined…

[imy2]

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2-2 oooo hi hector , didnt realize he'd be so soon •

oh damn goodbye mack. should've expected that was this ep w vasquez comin in... ughh the way murphy looks when addy's staring at him :/// •

2-3 "woahh don't be so negative; worry is poison - that's why you don't crap right." lmao random dude, too real •

"you are not the boss of me -.- she is." one of my fav murphy lines •

ok i regret not taking notes last eps so recap of what i rmbr then onward.. rc2-4 z weed lol • rc2-5 nvr noticed b4 that they call this ep aka lucy zombaby - makes sensee , but s1 zombaby is true zombaby in my heart. lucy's lucy :p ... ugh serena was so pretty this ep.. even looked cool as a zombie • rc2-6 gb4n lucy.. also cassandra :(( </3 • rc2-7 sketchy n skeezy were here again .. • rc2-8 i thiiink it was this ep that this happened but if not close enuff.. warren said to murphy, "the time is coming where you're gonna have to decide what side you're on - and when that time comes, remember which is trying to help u survive n which wants to eat ur brains." ooo i never noticed how good of a line that is bc well warren which side is which! half the zombies dont care abt murphy atp and yall r takin him to be experimented on .. hmmm • rc2-9 this is always a fun ep • rc2-10 idt docs cool aop in this ep... • rc2-11 addys hotelwoman moment :') • rc2-12 oo the zeroes.. warrens sooo pretty •

2-13 murphy savin warren, hell yeah. murphy listening to warren, helll yeahh. again warrens gorg.. hector n doc n murphy all also look cool .. el camino B) 10k w slingshot - also cool •

2-14 lmfao doc pre-z(beginning of z actually) "oh jeez, sorry, didn't mean to intrude! -- what a minute, what did i just see.. larry and his gay lover? it's funny he never mentioned him.. 2 patients wrestling on the couch? .. it's a damn zombie! hang on larry!" lol him pullin a joint from his beard .. • •interlude ... i used to say i wish i had a beard all the time as a kid 9-like12, love that for me..idt id want one now, i do wish i had more body hair tho man my arms n legs look hairless basically -.- my brother used to always comb his hand thru his thick ass leg -.- #jealous .. also hairy stomachs r so hot -.- anyways.. i also need to do smth diff w my headhair like sooo bad. its been like 6yrs since ive had a haircut its badd. i wish i cld do a cool haircut but my hairs thin n straight so.. no cool cuts look how i'd want them to w/o stylin n i cannot put stylin effort into my hair everyday.. i need a genius to tell me wtd w my hair basically! but im scared of goin anywhere..

also on subject of gender(re my feelings abt my hair) i've been kind of (aka when i rmbr to lol n when it dsnt feel awk) tryin to speak in a deeper pitch .. i hate when my voice sounds as high as it does smtimes :/ also.. well nvm 4now •

"why me? i don't want to be shit. this is all some terrible mistake. i just want to crawl off and die like everybody else. why me? what did i do? where is my mercy?" murphy n mercy (n me) i said it! •

omg pre-z murphy looks so different n cool. & postal fraud man.. he shld be pissed •

"if you were really my friend, you'd help me." "but i'm not your friend." ... "they're gonna hurt me. you know that, right?" "i won't let that happen." •

2-15 "i did not spend three years fighting my way across 10,000miles of zombie-crazed america just so i can be a blood bag for a few billionaires." hell yeah •

bye vasquez .. hey hector.. hey(almost) kaya n dr. sun :-) aww lucy.. •

•s2 done.. overall rating.. 3.5/5 .. i didnt rate s1 brb.. 3/5 .. huh kinda surprised s2 came out on top •

3-1 hi red.. hi the man... •

ooo i nvr noticed the red details -right b4 walking up there's red cloth in a basket, then - redofc, 5ks keychains, warrens bandana, 10ks socks n bandana n shirt stripes, docs suspenders n sunglasses, cassandra's jacket, addy's shirt n jacket tassels .. very obvious, cool .. then just blue murphy. interesting. enuff red down the line tho •

"got a name?" "10,000. but everyone calls me 10k." "10,000? that's a number, not a name." ... ''so what's ur name?" "red." "that's not a name, that's a color." - wait lol, "you asked me my name, that's my name" red u did it to him first •

3-2 • intros.. s1 was 3bullets, s2 was 2bullets-chomp, s3 was 3bullets+spin .. fun stuff •

now murphy got red pants this ep.. after they first reinforced blue by only showing shirt/skin/hat.. interesting •

ahh murphy wanted warren to go w him so bad :/ "seriously roberta?" .. "ttfn" •

3-3 got a fun screenshot from this ep .. terrible quality ofc.. •

3-4 10k off the bridge n merch khs .. fair enuff•

3-5 tbh the way reds been here so far(aka e1 n now) is so weird.. •

[lostacelonnie]

Gotta keep that hope around for sure i will keep my fingers crossed for you. Oh that is a win win i gotta remember that, i say as if adhd wont make me forget. I usually just look for em to see like. What kinds are around. Whole ones. Broken ones. Weird shapes. Its interesting. Dont take any with me though. That. Makes me wonder how they teach english over there. Honestly yeah i look for a name in the bio or just. Shorthand the username somehow because i gotta have some way to refer to people. I havent used a bio in years so people use my username all the time. Oooh norway i have always wanted to go there. I dont camp as much as id like to but i should more tbh. I have seen her stacks & i gotta say. Clara is wild cant believe i let her sit unused. I dunno how much ill get but im gonna for sure be savin as i can. I think that one is last yeah. I am always interested at the start but fade by the end because the new stuff always slows down. Same ive been playing indies more like gris & obra dinn. To try & branch out. Good story annoying exploration is chasm in a nutshell yeah. True big cities be like that. I live in a smaller one now so very little happens. Mine hold dye decently well which i appreciate. Just wish we had true permanent dye. Maybe one day. Thats how i am with nail polish i always get it on the sides & mess up but ive gotta just. Be patient & let myself learn. Happy 1.2 star rail update

sorry for the late reply shfjglk i truly have no excuse other than "i was holed up in my room in an attempt to avoid interaction with my grandma but i accidentally also avoided interaction with Everyone Else" so im. So sorry ab that. COMING BACK hehe thankies!! if things go wrong i guess ill just move out for a while and then come back Suspiciously A Different Gender. nobodys gonna know. but yeah good luck on remembering that shdjfk!! and ahh thats fair i just usually visit pretty big beaches so theres not many around by the time i get there. english is taught just so you know the language but following the education system without external classes will get you a2 knowledge At Best and its getting worse with each year so. lol. and yeah frfr i use usernames as names alllll the time...... norway is very fun i recommend it!! esp if you prefer colder climates like i do. ahhh understandable!! i dont actually. own a tent but as i said, maybe one day. id rather go with friends tho which is a problem in on itself cos i dont have that many friends that actually know each other. unless i go with my photo camp friends. thats an Idea actually. YEAH CLARA IS GREAT.... i unfortunately dont have her quite built [terrible relic luck...... plus ive been more focused on trying to prepare for kafka recently] but seeing as shes my main [despite having jing yuan] i Will get her better stuff someday. i have 140 pulls rn so im equally nervous as i am excited. yeah it really Is like that bc im always paranoid ab spoilers so i always do at least the new story as fast as i can. except for right now as i still havent played the new honkai chapter [but tbf my game only managed to download the update yesterday, 3 days after the launch of 6.8] and i honestly dont have the energy to do it today so maybe tomorrow. ah that sounds fun!! i came back to minecraft recently idk why but ive been having a Great time. after 130 in-game days i am finally no longer homeless. and oh when i get older id like to move to a smaller city [since i like having things close but dont like having drama all the time] but im still thinking ab where. ah thats cool...... i tried looking for the dye that i used on camp but couldnt find it. rip. and yeah same tbh thats why i never paint my nails. and yeah happy star rail 1.2 o)-( i like the double planar ornament event since thats the only thing im missing for kafkas things......

[jacobseed]

have u ever written about ellis' favourite van der linde gang members? id love to read about that :D

I haven't! but I suppose I could lol so here's her favorite members although it's not many, Ellis isn't a people person and she keeps to herself.

She's very fond of Tilly, they play dominoes together and Ellis is patient as she listens to her talk about her day, her past, the things she likes the things she hates. She becomes very protective of her over their travels.

Swanson is a special case, but she is incredibly close with him. He was the first that wasn't afraid of her and he found comfort in her never blaming him for his mistakes and listening to him. While battling his addiction she would never make the choice for him, but she was his biggest factor on deciding to get sober.

Next in line would be Hosea. He didn't like her much - she was terrifying and dangerous, but she liked his wisdom and how level-headed he was. He had told Dutch it was a terrible decision to ask her to join the gang, but he changed his mind soon after. She was necessary.

Charles wasn't the closest with her, but they could sit in comfortable silence and he didn't mind her company. He taught her how to hunt properly and she learned a lot from him. There was something about him that calmed her and she wasn't used to it, but she didn't hate it.

There's definitely more but these are the main! thank you dear!

[genshinimpactlife]

hi! can i please get a matchup for genshin? sfw & nsfw if that’s okay:) im bisexual, cis, & use she/her pronouns!

personality wise, im fairly sensitive, optimistic, & affectionate! i love any kind of physical touch and im usually clinging onto the people i care about or they’re carrying me lol. i can be a bit airheaded, am easily distracted (adhd brain brr), & i like daydreaming! i love animals, gardening, baking, yoga, walking, and napping! i can be very stubborn and bossy at times, especially when people are being too rude or not taking my seriously. im not very patient, which is terrible because chances are id do better with someone exceptionally patient ahsjdjje.

for my appearance, im 5’2, have hazel eyes, long light brown hair, fairly pale skin with perpetually rosy cheeks, a few moles scattered across my face, & a button nose. i like to dress pretty cute and revealing most times, which can screw me over when it’s cold or my shoes get uncomfy :/ i also really like doing my hair and makeup!

nsfw wise, im a sub & pillow princess essentially. i can be a brat & i love hi kids and scratches of that sort— i have long nails so might as well use them ahskdjdjdjrj

please & thank you <3

I would match you with...

When Jean is working, she can't have anyone clinging to her, but when she's off duty, she loves having you cling to her.

Always has an arm around your waist or holds your hand.

She opens up one of the garden plots at the Knights of Favonius headquarters for you to decorate and fill with flowers.

Jean is a very patient woman and can help talk you down and be more patient about things.

She loves your cute clothes and has no problem with your more revealing wardrobe.

She always gives you her jacket when your cold cause of your outfits. NSFW Below

Jean loves pillow princesses.

She loves to make you feel good, and loves hearing your moans.

Jean always leaves hickies on your body, but somewhere you can hide them.

Sometimes with your more revealing clothing, they show, and Jean can get embarrassed if someone points it out.

She loves when you get lost in the pleasure and start scratching at her back.

I hope you enjoy! <3

[hansolmates]

g.p.s - god, parents suck | m

summary; seokjin just wants to enjoy the disney treatment and you are more than happy to deliver pairing; dilf!jin x hotelier!reader genre/warnings; crack, humor, gets a lil emotional, teenage daughter issues, one very minor allusion to a daddy kink LOL, a very vaguely implied sex scene, so CHEESY  w.c; est. 5.1k a/n; wee my first jin fic! this is for @btsghostiewritersnet​ #DynamiteDads event! I was supposed to go to disney this year but sadly miss rona had to cancel our plans so this is just pure self indulgence. as always thank u to @eerieedits​/ @chillingtae​ for the disney dream fic banner!

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“Left, left!” Seokjin cries, holding onto the emergency break for dear life, “not my left, your left!” 

“We’re facing the same way! We have the same lefts!” 

“Clearly not if we’re going right, Sweetheart.” 

“But the GPS says to go right!” 

“In four-hundred feet, keep left at the fork,” Google Maps interrupts pleasantly.  

“That’s it. Kim Yeji, pull over!” 

“But Daaaaaaaaad,” yet his daughter complies, sadly pulling over at the edge of the road. She doesn’t even have to step on the gas, just turns the wheel slightly so she can land slowly, pathetically on the gravel. 

“Angel,” Seokjin says levelly, reaching over to unclick the seatbelt. “I will drive the rest of the way, I gave you time to practice for you have to drive to college but we can’t get on the highway like this.” 

“You never let me do anything.” 

“What, I do! Who let you go to prom in that sequined excuse for a dress?” 

“Uncle Namjoon!” 

“Fine, I’ll give him that! Who let you dye your hair to a crisp—” 

“Uncle Hoseok!” 

“Uncle–” Seokjin is affronted, jabbing the seatbelt in it’s locked position when he gets in the front seat. “Forget it, let’s just have a peaceful drive for the next few hours until we get to the hotel,” he removes Yeji’s phone from the holder, placing it in her lap. 

“Dad,” she waves her phone around, pointing to Google Maps, “you need the GPS to get there.” 

He scoffs, “No, I don’t. We’ve been to Disney plenty of times. I know where we’re going.” 

“Oh yeah? When’s the last time we went to Disney?” 

“When you were two? Three?” 

Yeji relaxes in her seat, not ready to argue with her dad once more. “Alright, lead the way,” she gestures vaguely to the empty parkway, devoid of life for miles. 

Seokjin is undeterred, reaching over the console to pat Yeji’s blonde hair. He turns on the radio, only to be met with the sound of crunchy static and terrible country music. Cutting the radio, he immediately switches to an old Disney CD, telling Yeji to let it go as he pulls into the open road. Reddish dust clouds around the car briefly, ripping against the tires as they drive off to their hotel. 

“Is this the Princess Hotel?” 

“Nope, this is the Prince S Hotel.” 

You can’t help but grin at the way your current customer’s face falls. He’s a handsome thing, all plush and pillowy in the cheeks and lips. Despite his daughter hanging off his arm like a limp noodle—after all it’s past 2AM and they’ve probably been driving for hours—he still manages to look somewhat put-together despite you telling him they’ve got the wrong place. 

“Told you, use the GPS,” her daughter chastises weakly, tucking her cheek in his shoulder. 

His kid’s a pretty girl, kind of reminds you of when you were a teenager. “The Princess Hotel is about an hour away on the other side of the Disney resorts,” you say slowly, noting from the way the girl is swaying on her feet that her father must be equally as tired, “although, I would suggest staying here for the night. Your daughter’s about to fall asleep on my counter.” 

At the pointed look you’re giving the teen, Seokjin puts a protective hand on her slim shoulders. “Yeji-bear, why don’t you lie down for a bit,” he leads her over to a spare couch. “We’ll call our booked hotel,” he says shortly, looking over his shoulder to give you a forced smile. 

Ah, you’ve seen this scene one or two times in your days working at Prince S. A father too prideful to admit he may have messed up just a little with the directions, and a child that probably argued or simmered so hard on the way they’re passed into a stupor on your lobby couch. Tonight, or your early morning is a little special though, you’ve never seen a father as handsome as the one in front of you, exasperatedly calling up their real hotel reservations. 

“What? My reservation has been revoked?” her daughter groans when he jostles around his lap, knocking her head, “how can you do that? Past the time? I thought this was Disney!” 

You drum your nails against the counter, using your other hand to pull up your guest list for the night on the computer. The father, now furrowed in the face, walks up to you and leaves his daughter on the plush couch. 

“One double bedroom for the weekend, please,” the father pulls his cards out, flicking it to your side of the counter. He places down his car keys in the available holder, “I parked out front, you do valet right?” 

With a nod, you get to work. “Take it they weren’t very accommodating?” 

“They gave our hotel room to some Make-A-Wish Foundation kid!” he cries exasperatedly, hands in the air as you patiently book the room. Your eyes linger longer than usual on his driver’s license and ID: Kim Seokjin. Even his driver’s license mugshot looks handsome. He rests his arms against your counter, despondent. “Is it terrible for me to hate on some kid with a terminal illness?” 

“A little,”  you shrug, slipping his keycard under his elbow, “but I mean according to your, Yeji-bear,” you can’t help but giggle at the nickname, “if you used the GPS you’d be at the correct hotel.” 

“Don’t remind me,” Seokjin glares, hauling his and Yeji’s luggage in one hand, “baby, let’s go upstairs c’mon.” 

You watch the small family trudge to the elevators,  sleepily walking forward like zombies. No one spares you a second glance, they never do, so it gives you ample courage to take a look at Kim Seokjin’s toned body. Broad shoulders, a Dorito-trimmed waistline, and long legs that you want to climb up on.

Oh, daddy. 

“Hey,” Yeji pops up on your counter, looking much perkier than she did hours before, “do you have my dad’s car keys?” 

Trying not to raise your brows at your young guest, you give her a smirk, leaning over the counter. A spunky thing, with sharp eyes with a pretty cat-tipped eyeliner shape that has her looking well put-together. You wish you had your shit together as a teenager, you barely have it together now. 

“I do,” you quip, “why?” 

“I wanna get Starbucks,” she says simply, “the pineapple matcha is to die for, and I want to drink as many summer specials as I can before it’s over.” 

“Valid,” you reply, going into your master key to retrieve all the guests’ keys. Taking Seokjin’s from its holder, you note the expensive make. Peering up from your desk, you look at Yeji’s innocent features. Before you place the key in her waiting palm, you snatch it away, “Why do I have the feeling you’re doing something that you’re not supposed to be doing?” 

Yeji tilts her head, “I don’t think it’s any of your business,” 

Sassy. You like it. “Get me a grande matcha frappe and your secret’s safe with me.” 

“Deal.” 

Watching Yeji drive off in the large Hyundai Palisade gives you a little twinge of worry, but you quickly tamp it down to motherly instinct. If you were Yeji’s mom—which you’re definitely not, you’d be worried. Naturally, you feel similarly. 

The hotel phone rings, the red light from 921 blinking on your switchboard. Flipping down the room number you pick up the receiver, “Prince S Hotel, how can I help you?” 

“You do booking, valet, and housekeeping?” Seokjin’s exasperated voice says in your ears, “who would I call if I want breakfast?” 

“That would also be me,” you reply wryly, twisting the curly wire between your fingers, “we advertise ourselves as a hotel for the quality, although we are much smaller with only thirty rooms. Sort of like a bed n’breakfast, getting the true royal treatment.” 

“Would the royal treatment consist of some extra towels and a continental breakfast?” 

“You got it.” 

A little cliché of you to do the whole “whistle while you work” segment—a lacy apron to make sure your uniform doesn’t get dirty, a spot of coffee to keep you peppy and setting everything up on a gold trimmed cart. You didn’t think you’d see Seokjin again, especially after how upset he was about his room. 

With a little rap on his door, Seokjin invites you inside to set up. Their room overlooks the valley as opposed to the busy roads, so it’s a perfect way to rise with the sun. He immediately reaches for the coffee as you drag your little cart in, completely ignoring the cream and sugar on the side. After a long sip, he moans in pleasure. 

“Ah,” he exhales, a sound that has you teeming. You grip the handlebars a little tighter than usual, “Maybe it was fate that we ended up here.” 

“Maybe,” you fight the urge to bite your lip, because Seokjin has no idea how cliché of a line that is. He isn’t even speaking directly at you, talking in front of the sun like it’s his morning routine. “Say, have you seen Yeji around?” 

“Ah,” you shug, pretending to be oblivious, “I think she went out for a walk.” 

He turns to you, giving you a quivering brow, “She hates walking. Probably calling her friends in Korea or something.” 

Of course she doesn’t like walking, you think, that’s why she took your car for some overpriced drinks. 

Instead, you place the fresh pancakes and sides on the guest table, making sure everything is organized and in order. You place the towels atop the haphazardly made bed, making sure to put two mints on top. It isn’t customary to include mints, but you think the mints your hotel has taste great and deserve to be shared around more often than not. 

“So, it looks like you’re ready for Disney,” you remark, taking note of his outfit. He has on blush mid-thigh shorts, stretchy and made from a canvas fabric that looks airy and comfortable. Around his neck is a little portable fan, and on his head is an old Mickey baseball cap. 

“Ah, just for today and tomorrow! Sunday is my ‘me’ day,” Seokjin says, dashing across the room at the sight of fresh food, “Yeji is meeting with some cousins and will be spending the rest of the weekend with them.” 

“Sounds like a fun weekend,” you remark, turning to leave. 

“Will you be working the rest of the weekend?” 

This is supposed to be small talk. You try to convince yourself that Seokjin is just being polite, wondering if his service is going to be impacted by you being around or not. There must be nothing sexual, or just mere attraction, going on between the two of you. Well, maybe on your side of things. The pink shorts and the baseball cap are doing things to your body that you barely understand. Unfortunately, the eager apples of his cheeks and the innocent upturn of his lips lets you know that any possibility of returned affections is virtually nonexistent. 

“It’s my weekend off,” you fight the twinge of excitement when you see Seokjin pout, “but Park Jimin relieves me, and he’s definitely a much better host than I am. He’ll make sure everything’s taken care of.” 

“Does he make better pancakes than you?” Seokjin asks, swirling a bite in a ribbon of maple syrup.  

“I’m afraid not,” you smile, “he makes a mean breakfast burrito though.” 

He shrugs listlessly, eating slower. He takes his time to make sure every pancake is cut in equal two-centimeter pieces, taking his time as if he’s savoring the last of your home-cooked meal. “Not sure if I’ll be completely satisfied then.” 

With a firm smile, you wheel your cart out as fast as you can. You can’t keep up the facade now, not with your trashy mind and your dampening panties ruining your sense of self. Quietly slamming the door behind you, you’re met with Seokjin’s spitting image. 

Yeji tilts her head at you, eating you alive with her dead-on stare. She places the keys and your matcha beverage on your cart. 

“Did my dad confuse you or something?” 

“Is it that obvious?” 

“He’s like that,” Yeji shrugs, taking a long sip of her drink, “don’t worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.” 

A good word? With an uneasy smile you wheel away, ignoring the burn in your cheeks.

“Can I have the keys?” Yeji asks the next morning, minutes before your shift ends.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You’re sure Yeji is a wonderful kid and has a good heart, but she’s seriously putting your five-star Yelp review on the line. Cocking one eyebrow you say, “What, need your Starbucks fix?” 

“Do you know how to parallel park?” 

“Why, need a teacher?” 

“It’d be better to have someone nearby to make sure I don’t park into a guard rail.” 

“Does Seokjin approve?” 

“You obviously know the answer to that,” Yeji replies, “and you and my dad are on a first-name basis, huh?” 

Fighting the heat in your cheeks, you busy yourself by locking up the money box and key tin, but not before grabbing the keys to the Palisades. “I’m doing this for you because I have impeccable customer service skills,” you feign haughtiness, leaving your front desk and scanning your ID to clock out. 

“Not because you think my dad is hot?” she follows you out the door. 

“Do you always talk about your dad like that?” 

Yeji is silent as she takes the keys from your grip, and you follow her in the passenger seat. A scent that’s fruity yet musky fills your nostrils, and you hug your arms for comfort. This is painfully awkward, at least in your point of view, but Yeji pays no mind as she connects to her Spotify playlist and turns on the air conditioner. 

“I’m not one of those prissy daughters that try their damn hardest to make sure their dad doesn’t date,” Yeji murmurs, adjusting the mirrors, “anyone my dad dates will be better than Hyehwa. He deserves to be happy for all that he’s done for me.” 

“Hyehwa?” 

“The biological carrier for nine months,” Yeji replies dryly. 

Your heart pinches, squeezing against your ribcage as you put two and two together. Hyewha, who you’re assuming is, or was Yeji’s mother, is definitely out of the picture. Yet seeing how confident Yeji is with herself, and how much he loves her father and wants him to be happy, is clear in your eyes. 

“You are one cool kid,” is the only thing you can say, hoping you don’t have that silly heartened look in your gaze. 

It seems that you do, because all she does is roll her eyes and put the car in drive. 

It’s nearly one in the morning when you get the call. 

You’re off the clock, but it’s graveyard hours and you and Jimin are craving pizza. So while Jimin tends to the last minute guests, you pick up a cheesy pie and hide behind the desk while Jimin does his job. 

You’ve polished off half the pie when the main phone rings, and Jimin sighs heavily. Late night and early morning calls are the absolute worst. 

“Get the hospital on speed dial,” Jimin jokes, but not really because the last time someone called at one, you really did wish you had an ambulance on-site. 

“Prince S hotel,” Jimin spins the cord between his fingers, looking like a dreamy teen heartthrob as he leans against the counter. He immediately swings the phone over to your greasy fingers, “it’s a personal call.” 

Wiping your hands on the box, you raise a brow. “Hello?” you ask, wholly confused. 

“Mm, it’s Yeji,” the voice slurs on the other line, “I need help.” 

“A-are you drunk?” you say, incredulous.

“Yeah, me and my cousin snuck a bottle downtown,” Yeji sounds nervous, and you unconsciously grip the phone tighter, “can you pick us up? I can drop you my location if you give me your number, please. My dad trusted me with the Palisade this weekend, I can’t let him know what happened. I know I’m always trying to get under my dad’s skin and whatever but I don’t want him to lose my trust, what we did is a dumb mistake.” 

A part of you feels for Yeji, you’ve done dumb shit like this when you were young. All those fond memories are nothing but memories, and definitely not reflective of your current life now. 

The rational, intelligent part of you knows that you should probably call Seokjin right now and tell him what’s going on. You don’t really want to get involved in their family matters, especially when as of late you’ve been inserting yourself in Yeji’s antics. 

With a sigh, you pull up your Lyft app, already knowing whose side you’re on. 

It takes no more than fifteen minutes for you to arrive at the scene, Yeji and what you assume is her older cousin sitting on the curb of a dilapidated Krispy Kreme, sadly polishing off a whole box of glazed donuts, Well, her cousin is polishing off the box, Yeji is taking nibbles at her proffered donut. 

You sigh, pulling Yeji up. You see tear-streaks, her previously perfect cat-eye smudged off and running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, sounding not as inhiberated as she did before, “I bothered you.” 

“Not at all,” you soothe, running a hand down her braids. You try not to melt when Yeji nearly leans into your warmth, but backs up at the last second, “I’m happy that you called. Would rather know that you’re safe now than later, yeah? I’m not mad at you,” you assure, pulling a crumpled brown napkin from the pizzeria to dab at her ruddied cheeks. 

“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” you turn your head dangerously slowly towards the cute muscle pig who’s still sitting on the curb, “Ya deserve a five-star Yelp review for this service—” 

“But I’m mad at you,” you pointedly ignore his drunken charm. He looks old enough to drink, which only further annoys you because he should be the one taking care of Yeji, “get in the damn car, Youngkook.” 

“It’s Jungkook—”

“Get in.” 

He swallows his tongue, and you notice Yeji stifling a giggle at your attitude. She wordlessly hands you the keys, clamoring in the front seat while Jungkook takes the whole back row. Yeji tiredly informs you the address to her cousin’s hotel, and you drive off into the night. 

“Did I ruin my dad’s chances with you?” you think that Yeji has no clue what she’s saying, but there’s a little sliver of heart in her tone. Her face is pressed against the window, the cold glass on the verge of keeping her awake as she stumbles in and out of consciousness. 

“You could never do that,” you mumble, and you smile when her eyes willingly flutter shut. 

“Hey, babe,” you practically hear desperation in Jimin’s voice.

“Jimin, no,” you already know that his request is sitting prettily on the tip of his tongue, “it’s my weekend off. I’m not getting out.” 

“But someone requested your pancakes,” he whines, and you can practically feel his pout on the other line, “and he said and I quote ‘I’ll be able to tell that you made them.’ I feel threatened!” 

“Did they offer to pay in diamonds?” 

“N-no. But he said it’s his daughter’s special weekend and he’d be really thankful if you’d come by and make your breakfast for him.” 

Daughter? Yeji. You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face. You have your own room separate from the hotel, a deal that has you living rent free in exchange for your hard labor five days a week. “Heat up the stove for me and crisp the bacon,” you mutter, hanging up and throwing the phone under the covers. 

Tugging your hair back and throwing on a large hoodie, you put on your slippers and pad down the little sidewalk that leads to the hotel. The sun beats down on you immediately, willing you to go back to your air-conditioned room to fall back asleep. Swimming through the soup that is the Californian air, you shuffle inside Prince S and make a beeline for the kitchens. You brush through busy employees, flashing a quick smile and “good morning” as you get to your station.

Jimin is already there, sitting at your workspace. All your ingredients are sitting out: flour, eggs, butter, vanilla, baking powder, baking soda, buttermilk, and fresh berries. However, Jimin makes  no moves to attempt cooking, instead looking at you with pursed lips and waiting for you to get a move on. 

“Get your butt off my counter,” you slap his thigh disapprovingly, pulling your sleeves up to start mixing the ingredients, “you’re dirty.” 

“I embrace being dirty,” Jimin replies majestically, kicking his legs back and forth. His Doc Marten creepers wave in your vision, “thank you for swinging by. He said that it was really really important that you come in and make them. Daughter’s request.” 

“They’re lucky they’re a cute family,” you mutter under your breath, although the words aren’t laced with malice. 

The batter is fluffy and puffy, rising with the scent of melted butter and caramelized sugar. You take careful fingers towards the berries, creating a smiley face in the uncooked pancakes. 

“Is your maternal side kicking in?” Jimin says in your ear, and you swing at him with your spatula. 

“Leave me alone, art is being made.” 

“Sure,” Jimin hops off the table, patting your shoulder, “I got a date with room 69,” you roll your eyes, there is no such thing as room 69. “So please continue to be awesome and finish off this favor by delivering it to Mr. Kim’s room.” 

“Jimin, no!” you don’t care that half the staff is staring at you amusedly, the other half uncaring because they’re so used to the two co-managers. “I’m not wearing—I’m not wearing pants.” 

You gesture to the obscene amount of bare legs out in the open. California’s hot as hell, you try to wear as little layers as possible. However, in the workplace you like to keep a modicum of decency. Even though Kim Seokjin is fine fine fine, you have decorum. 

But Jimin’s already off to visit the guest in room 69 and you’re stuck with a pile of fresh hotcakes and none of the workers want to get involved in your shenanigans. Typical. Begrudgingly, you force your Hallmark-esque smile and arrange the gold trimmed cart, taking care to put extra berries in the fruit dish. 

It’s a simple transaction. Get in, drop off the food, accept the tip if Seokjin feels generous, and get out. The door to room 921 looks larger than life, intimidating like the gates to heaven. You knock firmly, but gingerly. “Room service?” the voice that escapes your lips is your sugary professional voice, one that makes you wince immediately. 

A muffled “coming!” has you bristling at the door. You curse yourself, looking at your bunny-clad feet and your legs disappearing under your hoodie. 

As soon as Seokjin pops his head open you blurt, “I swear, I’m wearing shorts underneath this.” 

“Uh,” and that forces him to look at your legs. Dammit, it was a good intention but the wrong way to go. “Good to know,” he coughs, opening his door wider. 

The room is much messier on Seokjin’s side of the room, now filled with Eeyore and Baymax memorabilia. A large, white Baymax plush sits innocently at one side of his untouched bed. You crack a smile at that. 

“Where’s Yeji?” you ask lightly, putting both stacks of pancakes down on the available table. You absently wipe the crumbs off, leading the little pile of food-crust to the garbage can. 

“Yeji?” Seokjin asks, “why would Yeji be here?”

The way you put the cutlery down instantly slows, “You called Jimin this morning saying you needed pancakes specifically made by me to give to Yeji.” 

“Who?” 

“Jimin?” you raise a brow, losing your high-pitched commercial tone. “Tiny, annoying blond guy?” 

Seokjin stares.

You stare back.

“Yeji’s at her cousin’s townhouse,” Seokjin states plainly. 

“No, you called and said Yeji wanted pancakes—” No. 

Yeji, or Jimin, or both called you and set it up. 

“Oh, Jimin’s an idiot,” you tap your head lightly, wanting to bop out any potential embarrassing memory that has burned in your brain, “must’ve misheard. Or is hearing ghosts! Honestly he isn’t the right mind I’m so sorry I reallygottaneedto—” 

You can’t even breathe let alone exhale the rest of your sentence, so you instead do the only thing you can do—run away. You don’t bother to exude grace as you plop any trash on the cart from yesterday’s room service, whipping the cart around so fast that the side wheels fly off and pop a wheelie. 

“We don’t have to let the food go to waste,” Seokjin says pointedly, probably watching you like he’s watching a comic show as you try to bolt out of the room. 

The door is closed, and the little hallway is too small for you to put your body and the cart between the walls. You’ve trapped yourself. Maybe you could just leave the cart and dip? You’re sure there’s at least two extras downstairs. 

“It won’t,” you reply dumbly, “I can eat it in the breakroom or something, I haven’t made breakfast for myself yet. I mean, I was kinda craving an avo-toast this morning, but pancakes are always a classic.” 

Seokjin snorts at your incessant rambling, carding a hand through his chocolate locks, “I’m trying to ask you to stay for breakfast.” 

“You’re trying to—oh,” you mirror his expression, running a hand over your hair so it pulls out of its already messy style. You haven’t done much physical activity this morning, but you feel absolutely breathless as you’re glued to the cheap carpet, taking in Seokjin’s wide glassy eyes

“And if you stay for dessert, I’d like to thank you properly,” 

“I didn’t bake dessert,” you hide the shudder in your throat when he steps closer, pinning you against the cart. Your knuckles must be transparent by now due to how hard you’re gripping the cart. 

“You didn’t,” Seokjin agrees, “but you definitely brought it.” 

You yelp, actually, a whole little dolphin-squeal escapes your lips as Seokjin puts his hand against the wall. You’re actually living a Disney-esque scenario that you do not want to be in. Seokjin’s either trying to give you the Eugene-Signature-Smoulder, or the Prince Naveen charm that isn’t very charming. 

“You’re a cheeseball,” you try to snap back, but it only comes out as a small reply, fitting of your cramped situation. 

His buttery brown eyes are clear and warm, and his sweet scent envelopes your form. You feel impossibly small, sinking deeper and deeper into your hoodie until you feel the heat of his voice sinking deep into your skin. 

It’s then that he leans in and whispers in your ear, his voice a simple request, “Please tell me that you’re interested in me too.” 

Something clutches softly in your heart, tethering you to Seokjin’s gaze. You wonder how many times Seokjin goes through this scenario. You wonder if he’s happy being a bachelor. You figure that many partners must have doubts being tethered by a teenage daughter, or if Seokjin is used to fleeting hook-ups.

“Have been since check-in,” you reply smoothly, finding your breath and looking up from your eyelashes.

Seokjin’s lips find yours, and you swear you’re lip-locking with Cloud Nine. They’re soft and supple and taste a little like maple syrup as they mingle with yours, and you can’t help but weave your hands through his equally silky strands, tugging him closer as he hooks his arms under your bare thighs. 

He gives your bottom an experimental squeeze, leading you to the unmade bed.

Needless to say, breakfast has to wait. 

“So, I’m going to throw a cliché.” 

“Sure, we’re in Disney.” 

“Why me?” you slap his bare chest when Seokjin laughs, pouting, “I mean it! All I did was look cute and give you pancakes!” 

“So you admit you’re cute,” Seokjin smirks. 

“C’mon don’t change the subject, tell me!” 

Even though this hotel is partially yours, you’re still amazed at the softness of the Egyptian cotton as it engulfs both your bodies. Maybe it’s because you’re warm and bathing in the noon afterglow, maybe it’s your bed partner. Still, it feels divine as you lounge in bed, sipping champagne (left by the door, courtesy of Jimin.)

“Mm, caught you driving around with Yeji in my car.” 

You sit up straighter, clutching the sheets to your chest, “You saw us last night?” 

“You were also out last night?” Seokjin tilts his head, “I meant when you taught her how to parallel park.” 

“Oh fuck—I mean,” you slap your forehead, knowing you can’t get away with this one, “Let’s just say I helped her out of a sticky situation. Don’t blame Yeji, blame Yeji’s bunny-headed cousin.” 

“Noted,” Seokjin throws an arm around you, snuggling closer. You relax into his hold, melting between the sheets and his soft skin, “Knowing you’re pulling through for her. Let’s just say I’m a little soft for my daughter, no matter how old.” 

“She’s wonderful,” you say genuinely, taking slow sips of your bubbly drink. 

“Wanna go visit her for lunch? I’m supposed to be meeting her in an hour.” 

You don’t feel deterred or nervous to see Yeji, or even the possibility of meeting Seokjin’s extended family. So you agree, run back to your room quickly to throw on a reasonable summer outfit that doesn’t consist of hooded sweatshirts and booty shorts. 

Seokjin offers to drive your sedan, and since you feel a little princess-ish today you decide to let him take the wheel. After a few minutes attempting to drive in the direction of the townhouse however, you lower the volume on the radio. 

“Jin? I think you’re going the wrong way,” not only do you live here, but you went to the townhouse last night and you’re sure it’s in the opposite fork, “do you want me to plug it in the G.P.S?” 

“I know my way, hon,” Seokjin waves you off, confidently streaming through the oncoming traffic. You smile nervously, you have a feeling this situation has happened once or twice. 

“Oh, is that why you ended up in my hotel?” you tease, “because you’re so good at directions?” 

“Duh,” Seokjin reaches for your hand atop the console, “after all, my intuition led me to you.”