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scoobydooisadetective · 1 year ago

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Timeline (So far)

This won't include MER's accusations. You can read a breakdown here.

Any opinion, thought or rumor will be in italics.

2022

March — ?

MER says they started dating by the end of march, when they went on a trip together on her statement.

Tenoch said in his statement this relationship lasted a few months.

April

Elena is part of the podcast El feisbuk de la Malinche Podcast con Prietxs

August

22: Representative Ana Valenzuela (PAN) presents a law to sanction stealthing (thank you @luzsp9-1981 for the screenshot). It's not approved.

29: First approach from el Feisbuk de la Malinche to pay MER

October

27: Second approach from el Fesibuk de la Malinche to pay MER

November

11: Black Panther Wakanda Forever hits theaters and it's a massive success.

14: Los pájaros en el Alambre say that MER wants a political career in this post

26: Tenoch meets mexican president Andrés Manuel López Obrador (AMLO/political party: MORENA) and they watch a soccer game together.

December

2: Elena calls out Tenoch for the first time in a podcast. She does it at the end and links it to the AMLO reunion. (around 14:00)

She says, "Of course it is a political act to have the president inviting a football player, for him to invite another politician who's from opposition and of course, when he invites them, things don't change, they are just stances, social status that the president sends as a message. And I don't have anything against the president. Recently, he invited Tenoch Huerta. How is it possible that we, the ones that live in the town, are actually fighting against racism. And he can represent, for his brown skin, whoever he wants to in the movie that came out, but it's not fair that there are brown representations... It's not worth at all if they're sexual offenders. I leave it at that."

(Sorry if it was a messy translation, but she kept getting distracted)

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17: Third attempt from El feisbuk de la Malinche to pay MER

2023

January

Allegedly, Elena starts mentioning Tenoch as a sexual offender in reels and livestreams. Sadly, we don't have proof of this. But @cutelatinagirl can testify this one. She and a friend.

23: Fourth attempt from El feisbuk de la Malinche to pay MER

April

7: Luz Valdés calls out Hijos del Maíz for taking advantage of Feliciana Bautista for the Rebozo Tenoch wore on Milan's Fashion week. Tenoch had nothing to do with it, but he was thrown into the polemic. (He wore the cape back in september, 2022)

(This is a rumor, but some people think Luz and Elena are friends, as of July, 1st. they follow each other on SM

She also supported MER's claims against Poder Prieto

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8: Tenoch makes a statement about the situation

13: Fifth attempt from El feisbuk de la Malinche to pay MER

14: Tenoch makes another statement. This one also alludes to the Rebozo polemic, but adds:

Since his meeting with AMLO, the attacks towards him have risen. They have reached the point of various groups attacking his career, intimacy and even doxxing his family (adresses, workplaces and his daughter's schools).

He calls out the press for the lack of rigurosity when writing the news about the rebozo.

He talks about how now that his fame has grown, the attacks have too.

He says that he doesn't agree with everything AMLO does, like what happened in Ciudad de Juárez, where 40 immigrants died.

He mentions he's receiving legal advice.

June

Sixth attempt from El Feisbuk de la Melinche to pay MER

MER calls out Poder Prieto for sharing the podcast, asking them to pay her. She calls Tenoch a predator. She also says in her IG story that Poder Prieto treated her badly because they were defending Tenoch

"What are the important achievements made by Poder Prieto? What topics have they put on the table? Serious question.

She replies. "That Tenoch huerta pretends to sleep with young women when they arrive at Kapital Films, I mean, Poder Prieto".

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Tenoch has the table read for his new project Fiesta en la Madriguera:

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She's asked about context for the accusations. She replies "Slow, dear, there's no rush"

Talked about the Rebozo polemic and what Maya Zapata did

"[About maya] the one that mocked an artesan that's younger than her and then uploaded a video like 'your envy feeds my ego'?

MER replies: "The one that in her Festival Poder Prieto asked more artesans to go free at los Pinos (because they aren't famous, they're making them a favor)

(Not related to Tenoch, but I think it's important to show she seems to have something against Maya and Poder Prieto)

When asked "why is Tenoch a sexual offender and predator?" she replies "because he is, why else?"

When asked if Tenoch had sexually assaulted her, she replies "yes, and many more".

She says that Poder Prieto protects the sexual offender and predator Tenoch Huerta. She also states they went to look for her at a concert so there wouldn't be any polemics because of his Marvel movie (and she tags Marvel Latam).

She also tells Maya Zapata directly "I'm not playing".

Tenoch replies to the accusations, denying them:

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Talks about how hard it is to speak up about emotional and power abuse. (Changes the allegations. Mind you, she was saying he sexually assaulted her in the latest tweets).

Shows screenshots of random people threatening her with acid. Calls Tenoch a "abuser, manipulator and sexual predator".

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She issues her own statement

In it, she doesn't directly adress him when referring to stealthing.

Basically says he ghosted her

She says that Tenoch sleeps around with women in Poder Prieto and a lot of them do it because they want to advance in the movie industry.

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She posts the statement in english

17:

She's confronted about the accusations made by different sources about the way her family lived in Oaxaca (these are supported by legal papers). Says those are "paid campaigns" by Vera Carrizal (her attacker) so they can silence her.

21:

Makes a thread. In it, she says "They are not unsubstantiated accusations. Rape is not fiction and is substantiated."

Takes her three hours to post the first "proof".

It's an anon

The anon accuses him of stealthing. There's no proof because the anon deleted everything.

Tenoch exits his movie Fiesta en la Madriguera. He sends a statement to the news. He mentions he will be taking legal action.

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22:

We get a different anon. Now it's a dissorted voicemail. (And a weird emphasis on her age). Again, no proof.

23:

shows more "proof". now it relates to raciel rivas.

in these screenshots we learn that she might have accused tenoch of stealthing because a woman called raciel rivas out and tenoch dismissed it, saying he does it too. she had this message since june 12th, and if you remember, she issued her statement on june 15th.

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Raciel Rivas denies what MER said, therefore, tenoch being there saying those things never happened either.

Raciel Rivas asked his ex partner to speak up. Video is here.

26:

Her acid attack case has its mid-hearing. She asks not to use proof unrelated to the fact. You can see it here.

She also says she won't refer to the other accusations (aka, Tenoch) for the time being.

27:

(After she said she wasn't going to talk about it)

Another anon post. Again, no proof. (And mostly shaming a brown man for his kinks)

29:

Los pájaros en el alambre, an independent news outlet, say her lawyer is connected with the PAN and they made up the story about tenoch to boost the law made by Ana Valenzuela. They also say she wants to be a representative.

(Read it here)

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A few comments about it:

So far, she hasn't been able to prove that he has sexually assaulted, or r*ped a woman.

She has blocked most of tenoch's fans and journalists who approached her to talk about the topic.

Statements made by her about her mental health have resurfaced (here).

A lot of people from Oaxaca have spoken up about what happened there and her connection to murat, she blocks them.

MER's connections to transphobic groups have resurfaced (here)

It's election year in Mexico

that's all I can think about for now. I hope this helps anyone who's lost see what's up. If I missed anything, please add it!

#tenoch huerta #timeline #sort of

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ilhoonftw · 9 months ago

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Fjfjfjfjfjfjf what!?!?

let me explain the gyuri boyfriend lore

they started dating in 2019, broke up in 2021

he is the grandson of guy who was once in charge of major construction business so the whole family is rich

they were known for being a noona - dongsaeng couple bc of 7 years age gap.... officially. but then after his car accident he was exposed for ageing himself up 5 years because 'young people aren't treated seriously in business' so in reality they have 12 years age gap 🫣

you'll be the judge. him at 21:

the news about his age came out loong after they broke up, when he announced he's gonna take part in elections and... gyuri subposted him on ig story

On January 12th 2022, KARA Park Gyu-ri posted six letters with an ambiguous meaning on her Instagram story. What she wrote was “loss of humanity”. Some people speculate that she might have written this after knowing about the recent issue related to her ex-boyfriend Song Ja-ho. However, this is just speculation, and there is a possibility that it was written as she wanted to express an opinion on social issues or her personal matter.

june 2021 ... dui

According to media outlets, Gyuri’s boyfriend Song Ja Ho, also known as the eldest grandson of Dongwon Construction founder Song Seung Hun, was caught drunk driving in Cheongdamdong. He reportedly fled the scene after hitting another vehicle in the parking lot. At the time, his blood-alcohol level was high enough for the cancellation of his license. Song is also accused of confinement as he allegedly confined a woman in the car even when she requested to be dropped off.

september 2021 official breakup confirmation (to be fair a lot of korean celeb couples not rarely release breakup announcements late, to the point you have actors talk about their ex on variety shows like they are still dating bc officially they are... all while their new partener co-star promoting the same drama on the same show is watching 🫣 jiyeon's ex did that. there's a whole i think happy together episode that's super awkward to watch... later he married the co-star but they are now divorced and co-parenting)

official reason was 'oh we are both having busy schedules, it's hard to meet'

they both deleted all photos of each other etc from ig right away. and they were a very public couple, they did charity stuff together and were pretty known

before i start the fraud part, gyuri did post on ig that she was unaware of what he was up to 🧐

If I did something wrong, my biggest mistake was not ending things earlier. As I stated in my official position, I am not involved, so I hope everyone writes based on the facts that have been revealed. — Park Gyuri

so basically 2 weeks ago he was released on bail after 7 months of detention

The Seoul Southern District Court’s Criminal Agreement 12th Division granted Song’s bail application on February 5, setting the stage for a trial that involves nearly 14,000 victims and a scam amounting to approximately ₩33.9 billion KRW (about $25.5 million USD).

Song Ja Ho, who ran a shared economy art company, was arrested last July. The charges against him were severe, involving violations of the Act on the Aggravated Punishment of Specific Economic Crimes. Song was accused of recruiting investors to put money into artworks that he had not secured and then manipulating the market price of a virtual asset known as PicaCoin. Alongside brothers Lee Hee Jin and Lee Hee Moon, Song is suspected of a massive embezzlement scheme that has left thousands defrauded.

The court has set stringent conditions for Song’s bail, including a 200 million won bail bond, a prohibition on leaving the country, the requirement to wear an electronic device for real-time location tracking, and restrictions on his residence. These measures reflect the court’s attempt to mitigate the risk of flight, given the gravity of the accusations. This case is particularly notable because of Song’s high-profile connections and ambitions. Prior to his arrest, Song declared his candidacy for the Seoul Seocho Gu National Assembly by-election, signaling his interest in entering the political arena.

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jaywritesrps · 1 year ago

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I saw this post on L Chat and I wanted to share here cause it was very accurate. I am going to cut some parts too invasive, but the rest is a good point:

"Okay, can you all chill a little about Sophia and Ashlyn? We know nothing more than what we know already, and there's too much here that is just stuff people create in their heads and others believe for nothing. Many of the info you are spreading we will never know if it's true or not cause it's not our damn business.

About Sophia's lovelife, herself and her friends talked a couple of times about this subject. She said herself that she had two major flaws: she is too gullible (as in she can see the other person flaws, but she ignores it and chooses to focus on the person's positive traits rather in the negatives) and she is/was a people's pleaser, which makes her doing whatever it takes to fit in on the expectations on her (you can get these infos on her both podcasts and in her interviews. But if you don't feel like looking cause they are a lot, watch the interview she gave to Michael Rosembaum in 2021, which is one of the a few times she talks about CMM, and the one she gave to Jameela Jamil two months ago) Hilarie confirmed this in one of the early episodes of Drama queens when she told that one of the problems her and Sophia had in the first seasons of OTH was cause Hilarie said straight on her face what was going to happen in her relationship with Chad Michael Murray and Sophia got pissed at Hilarie for trying to warn her. Many fans pointed that pattern too at each new relationship she made public.

Now focusing only in her marriage with Grant, this happened with him too. Many fans pointed out that she seemed a lot more into him than he was into her. You could see she was putting too much effort and not getting the same in return. In Grant's defense, I think he was relief when she asked for the divorce, cause he was very quick to erase any sign of her existence or their marriage in his IG. Prior the rumors of her being with Ashlyn started, and even prior to Cannes, many of her likes from IG were about stopping letting people making you feel small and unwanted, or to stop letting other's define you or tell you how you should feel or invalidate your feelings. So the marriage was faded to die, Ashlyn was just the last drop.

With that being said, this relationship between them is far too new to anyone say anything yet or to determinate how their dynamics are or even if Sophia or Ashlyn are repeating their patterns.

So far, the solid things we have are:

1) they are a couple

2) they went to Rapinoe's retirement party as a couple

3) they went to Big Sur together

4) they did tattoos together

5) they are balancing schedules to spend time

6) Sophia looked happy in the events she went and in recent podcasts while Ashlyn is avoiding the drama from fans, that are fed by cryptic messages from Kyle Krieger, focusing on attacking solely Ashlyn (If you think about it, we didn't heard Ali's side of the story directly from her, cause the only thing she did was posting a vague message and let the internet helldogs create stuff. But she didn’t really said anything, which per se is weird overall)

7) it looks like it's a serious deal for them

Anything outside of these is pure speculation. We didn't even have one picture of them as a couple to try a guess of how they are, the only thing out is just posts on social media that is being taken out of context to stir more drama and people online are falling very quick in this non-sense, already claiming that Ashlyn is broken and Sophia is paying her bills, or that Ash is going to live in California with Sophia or that Ashlyn was fired from Gotham.... None of these are true and it's also none of our business. I know this is a forum and a place for conjectures, but conjecutures are just guesses, nothing more nothing less, they are not true and we can't know if they are because none of us have the big picture, and probably not even Sophia and Ashlyn have that figured out just yet. So chill out, okay"

#ashlyn harris #ali krieger #sophia bush #jay rants #enoooough #im tired of this shit

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megareader93-aka-composcreator · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,220 times in 2022

That's 641 more posts than 2021!

37 posts created (3%)

1,183 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@freeusemuses

@ofdarkestdesires

@tokufan400

@spongebobssquarepants

@delugedecade

I tagged 45 of my posts in 2022

#youtube - 7 posts

#kamen rider - 5 posts

#marvel - 3 posts

#update - 3 posts

#dnd - 3 posts

#peter parker - 3 posts

#genshin impact - 3 posts

#comics - 2 posts

#spider man - 2 posts

#aganation - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 83 characters

#and peripheral stuff that has happened around me made me extra sensitive to this ig

My Top Posts in 2022:

Stuff like this makes me think that we should not try to adapt this in America. Just dub it. Or make more wise spread

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Amazing! Makes me want Kamen Rider Fighting game even more! Could be like Smash or even LOL. Though the timing of the Disney symbol made me scare of the idea of Disney trying to adapt Toku. That shit would not go well.

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@tokufan400 @delugedecade

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I feel like mourning. @dragonkings444 can’t be found!

Stupid tumblr! Their side blog @worlds-of-degeneracy was already shadowbanned, and now this!

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Prayers for Genshin Sumeru Event- An event based on Ramadan and Eid! I think it would be amazing to have an entire 30 day event, complete with cinematics and cutscenes, based on the month of fasting. Think about it, special challenges where you can only eat food to heal and buff once at the beginning, or maybe even special foods that could only be acquired during Ramadan. Then a special event at the end to celebrate. Plus the story of Ramadan in Genshin would be great!

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My #1 post of 2022

Why Raven of the Inner Palace is Great

In watching this series, one scene that always amazes me is this small moment in Episode 3. We have three characters, the Raven Consort, the Flower Princess/Consort, and the Emperor himself. When the Flower Princess reveals she had a lover, there are no big reactions from the other characters! Most anime, even historical ones with the same tone and style as this one, would have big reactions or some sort of outburst of surprise from one of the characters.

Instead, the Raven Consort just looks to the Emperor, judging his reaction. And it's just her eyes moving! Not the entire head or even her whole face! Just the eyes!

And the Emperor does the same! Probably feeling her eyes on him, his eyes turn to her with a neutral look and everything else about him remains neutral. This is enough to tell the Raven Consort that he already knows about this. She responds by looking away, cleary processing this information. But once again, it's just the eyes.

Some might see this as lazy or minimalistic. Maybe that is a factor in why they did the scene like this. Even so, this is great! and it totally makes sense for these characters to have such subtle reactions! I prefer to see it as genius!

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Youtube

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leight0nmr · 1 year ago

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hey friends. it’s almost 7 in the morning and i haven’t had any sleep yet so if this blog doesn’t make sense, well, bear with me. i was just scrolling in my ig account, watching stories, whatever. so these stories i’m watching were my used-to-be peers’ during high school. they are all mostly in uni having the time of their lives, well.. as i perceive so. they all have new peers and new circle of friends that they share the college experience with. and you know what? i have dreamt of that once. about college and all being away and free from the burden of hometown. this was about to be a good start for me. a fresh one. maybe if it wasn’t for the pandemic, i would be better. i just shut down. i spent my first year in college through online class, well it was easy i would say. but then comes the second year where face to face classes were once again official. mind you, i have never made friends during the online class because for me what was the purpose? i have a few but i can barely call them friends. we just use each other is all. my blockmates were sort of friends already like they were divided in different circles, and me? i talked to a few really. but comes break time or vacant i am alone. and i was okay with that. i try as much to just be a part of the class not a circle because i don’t know what the f is wrong with me but i didn’t want to associate at the time. but there was this one person, a girl for that matter who was always nice to me. she greets me out of class and all, she reaches out to me, buuuuttt i kinda dont like her because she’s like the rachel of bs mls 2e and somehow i became a part of the circle i was avoiding to be involved in. it was because of stupid gossiping which i wanted to leave in high school or at least at home because first of all, i dont know any of these people and second, i am trying to just not be that person anymore, fresh start, right? but then they become handy, suddenly i was back in my high school self all over again, cheating on tests, becoming too eased about school. this is what i was avoiding, this crowd that makes it too easy. i was determined during

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emmybrown · 3 years ago

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omg ok so,

Ivy, Rose, Violet and Phyllis?

oooo thanks for the ask bestie

ivy

1: sexuality headcanon - bi queen ivy stuart, truest hc ever

2: otp - i love the idea of her and daisy together and you already know that (love you for opening my eyes to this ship)

3: brotp - also her daisy!! besties who kiss each other

4: notp - her and jimmy or her and alfred for obvious reasons

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - in a modern au, she probably would have been a twilight fan

6: one way in which I relate to this character - i dont think i really relate to her, but tbh i dont generally relate to characters

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - the whole one sided love stories between her, jimmy, daisy and alfred were super embarrassing 😭 heterosexuality won im afraid

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? cinnamon roll, definitely

rose

1: sexuality headcanon - look at my face and tell me rose didn't go around kissing girls. you cant

2: otp - i really liked her relationship with jack and it hurt to see it end. idk if i agree that part of her was doing it to spite her mother, but she was so young and naive anyway. its a pity that they didn't have a chance to just try to be together, you know? i liked atticus but i think i prefer jack

3: brotp - i loved to see her and matthew interacting those few eps they shared. kinda makes me sad because like, she was just a teen and it makes me imagine how matthew would be if he had a teen daughter. lmao pain

4: notp - that creepy dude that she was having an affair with during s3. girl was 18 and he was friends with her dad and married. yikes

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - pretty sure its canon, but even if they are very different, rose reminds people of sybil and its just :( pain again

6: one way in which I relate to this character - not at all lmaoooo

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - she is over the top sometimes but its ok its kinda campy actually

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? cinnamon roll who is ready to turn problematic at any given moment

violet

1: sexuality headcanon - definitely straight but like i wouldn't be surprised if she practiced kissing with some girls when she was young lmao

2: otp - not really anyone? ig prince kuragin is ok

3: brotp - her and isobel. their scenes are always so amusing to watch and even if i get frustrated at one of them at times, i always end up laughing at something

4: notp - there aren't really any ships with her in the first place

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - i like the idea of her being really skilled at something in particular, showing off and being like "mwah isobel i bet you didn't see this coming"

6: one way in which I relate to this character - i am know to lowkey hate on my family from time to time but thats ok look at this legend

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - nothing, i think? like, she isn't perfect by any means but you just look at maggie smith completely stealing the show and its hard to feel embarrassed

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? problematic fave for sure

phyllis

1: sexuality headcanon - unlabeled

2: otp - her and molesley!! they are serving an unnecessarily long slowburn and i think thats so *chef kiss*

3: brotp - her and thomas but honestly i dont understand her because i would want thomas dead if he blackmailed me like he did to her. but she is the best person in the show so really that isn't surprising

4: notp - not really any ships to begin with and i dont think anyone ships them but her and that dude that seduced her. yikes

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - her first kiss was with thomas' sister

6: one way in which I relate to this character - i can't, she is just too good

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - nothing

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? certified cinnamon roll

#long post #thanks for the ask!!!#downton abbey #bestie kap #asks #ivy stuart #rose macclare #violet crawley #phyllis baxter

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cmtcahrule · 4 years ago

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Statistics from LC IG account: Year 2020

I am going to share some data and observations and ask questions.

LC had 83 posts between January 1, 2020 and the divorce announcement on July 10, 2020. That is where I stopped counting. That is 192 calendar days.

Travel: Minimal travel in 2020. I get the dates below off her IG posts so not sure if they are accurate.

Jan 1-7: Mexico Feb 14-15: Chicago; Feb 18: Dallas March 8-9: New York City March 10 and beyond: St. Barts and Cayman Islands 2020 starts off with the Hammers in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico for New Years. It appears AH comes back to LA earlier than LC but not certain. He was at an event in LA on the 3rd and she was posting Mexico pics with her and the kids through the 8th. AH and LC are in LA and TC is in New York City. AH is spending time with the kids and they celebrate Ford’s 3rd birthday with a drive in a firetruck and attend a few other kids’ birthday parties. AH posts the song Drawn Out Like An Ache on Twitter and not sure if this is in reference to his pending divorce. TC is in New York celebrating his grandma’s birthday, shopping and going to Madison Square Garden to watch basketball. I noticed he liked a Kendall Jenner post…are they friends? On Jan 25, AH gets two tattoos…LC says it is a spontaneous decision. I question that. She probably could just not control him anymore. They also celebrate Niki’s 30th birthday. TC posts an IG story with the Prodigal Boy playbill while AH heads to Chicago on the 27th to start rehearsals for The Minutes. As soon as AH is tucked safely away in Chicago, TC blows all of the Charmies away by posting the famous HFA backless bib!

Side note: If you want some insight into TCs mindset when he posted the backless bib, listen to the four songs he posted on IG at the same time as the bib: 1) David Bowie/Lady Grinning Soul; 2) Pastor TL Barrett and The Youth/Nobody Knows/Like A Ship Without A Sale; 3) James Francies/Will Come; and 4) Pusha T/Puppets. I can only imagine AH lost his mind. Consequently, the next day, he struck back with a sexy selfie from the window of his Chicago hotel room wearing the boyfriend sweater. True love.

To close out January, LC hosted a pre Oscars luncheon while TC celebrated Kid Cudi’s birthday.

AH spent the first half of February in Chicago in rehearsals for The Minutes. He shared many pictures of Chicago with fans. Honestly, IMHO, AH looked so amazing both in Chicago and when he moved over to NYC on Feb 18 – like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

There are so many pictures of him wearing the boyfriend sweater during this time. I think he wears the same 5 sweaters…the boyfriend sweater the most. Maybe that is all he brought with him. I get the vibe he is happy to be away from LA (except for the weather and missing his kids) but he looks happy being involved in the theater production and signing autographs after performances. Plus he’s probably ready to start his life with TC.

In mid February, TC presents at the Oscars and is accused of looking like a postman. I thought he looked fabulous in that blue Prada suit with the AH Hammer ruby red brooch. I would go as his date. LC went solo to the Oscars after party – I think. I wonder if she and TC crossed paths? Post Oscars, TC was excited to promote The French Dispatch.

In an odd turn of events, LC brings the kids to Chicago on Valentines Day for what appears a day trip. AH had to go to London for Rebecca reshoots from Feb 15-16. Maybe there is already a post written about this time period somewhere someone can send me?

AH lands in NYC on Feb. 17 and “keeps hitting his head on the lightbulb in his apartment”. TC is out in LA still. I am unclear if AH and TC ever crossed paths in February. On Feb 20, TC is spotted at LAX and on Feb 21 he is spotted at Heathrow. Not sure if he had a layover in Chicago between these cities. He posts a beautiful gold “Small Fortune” bracelet on his wrist on the 20th and it made me wonder if it was a gift from AH.

AH wears the boyfriend sweater and a rope belt on The Minutes press day on Feb 20; TC teases us about the DAZE China shoot and we learn that AH is cast in a film called Gaslit with Joel Edgerton – love him with TC in The King!

At the end of February 2020, AH is performing final rehearsals for The Minutes while TC is rehearsing 4000 Miles at the Old Vic Theater in London. Talk about synchronicity. The boyfriends on stage at the same time. LC is keeping busy with speaking engagements and luncheons and the Chopped Sweets show.

We next see TC at the H.A. fashion show in Paris on Feb. 29 – always looking his sexy best with those shades - and he is also reading Bob Dylan’s The Chronicles.

On March 1, I notice AH signing autographs with no wedding ring on and wearing the boyfriend sweater for the third time in 10 days in NYC. On Mar 2, AH records the love poem in Central Park. On Mar 3, AH posts a story referring to PENN Video which sells sex pills and also Tweets out that “its crazy your nipples are older than your teeth”. Horny?

LC and kids are with AH in NYC on Mar 8, which I assume is to see his production. We see the family of four take what will be one of their last strolls through Central Park together. COVID has now hit the US and it is announced on Mar 12 that all Broadway shows will be shut down temporarily.

LC posts pics of being with the kids in St. Barts on Mar 10 so she jets out to the islands ahead of AH. On Mar 14, AH hops in his car to head back to LA via Detroit but by the 17th he is in the Cayman Islands quarantining with the family. I would love to have more details on the decision made to go to the islands. So AH did not go back to LA to at least pick up some clothes? What about Archie?

Obviously, TC is not happy about this situation. He posted a sad selfie in pink pants in London when this all goes down. I’ve heard he was going to meet up with AH in LA after wrapping up his time in London. AH did try to cheer him up with his Free Hugs from NYC post.

I do not know when TC flew from London to LA. I do know he drowned his sorrows in listening to new music by The Weekend and playing video games. A bright spot in all this chaos was the release of AH’s Central Park poem to TC on Mar 23.

"My heart has made its mind up / And I'm afraid it's you. / Whatever you've got lined up / My heart has made its mind up / And if you can't be signed up / This year, next year will do. / My heart has made its mind up / And I'm afraid it's you," the poem reads.

During March, we see AH making the best of the situation in the Cayman Islands – reading Dr. Seuss to his kids and helping with chores like mopping and sweeping. TC is passing time by listening to Billy Eilish and reading New Yorker cartoons.

By early April we begin to see AH start to crack. He is now on to Ting and Appleton Estate whiskey. There is hope however when he makes homemade ASMR videos. By this time, AH has picked up a handlebar mustache and started counting the number of his gulps when drinking water.

LC and AH celebrate Easter with the kids probably trying to keep things as normal as possible.

TC starts posting DUNE pics on Apr 13-14 to help us all feel better as we suffer through the pandemic.

And then BOOM AH shows up with a goatee, blue fringed half shirt and handlebar mustache. When TC sees his sexy Tiger King he fast and furiously causes the Earth’s axis to tilt by posting two fire flame emojis. NO WEDDING RING ON IN ARMIE’S SELFIE. ARE YOU NOTICING THIS WORLD?

SIDE NOTE: I have no idea what the arrangements were in the Cayman Islands. Did AH have his own apartment or at least his own bedroom to stay in while there? I assume he and TC were facetiming daily.

Quarantine life continued through April with AH learning how to eat Cheetos off his chest and LC reminding us regularly that he still has not gotten rid of that mohawk. LC is also sharing her opinions about vaccines, home cooking and wishing everyone a Happy Earth Day. Kid Cudi is getting ready to release new music and TC has become his unpaid greatest promoter.

On Apr 30, Tim posts a single pad of paper with pencil emoji. I am wondering what this is in reference to fandom.

On Mother’s Day, LC posts pics of AH giving her flowers as well as giving her breakfast in bed – and she reminds us all he still has the mohawk. The marriage is over but she is still painting a picture that all is well.

Here is what goes down on May 10: LC posts the fully staged Mother’s Day breakfast in bed shot; AH puts out this strange sequence of Tweets: 1, 2 1/2, 3.25, 4 1/4 (1hr ago) and all I can think of is maybe he is counting the number of cocktails he has been drinking to get through the day. And then we hear a loud boom coming out of Los Angeles. Some would register this a 10 on the Richter scale. TC lays down the gauntlet with the infamous “You don’t have a husband” story. He has had enough of her shenanigans and shuts down LC dead in her tracks. This is a critical moment in the AH and TC timeline.

On May 12, Ford shaves off AHs mohawk.

I start to witness AH crack even further starting in mid-May. It’s actually quite painful to watch.

But to the rescue comes TC. On May 17, TC again posts a single pad of paper with pencil emoji – what is this fandom? Does this have to do with the divorce, or is it a love note? TC writes these beautiful words on Twitter: sincerely yours, forever more + it's the day I've been waiting for + memories, I've been waiting for. At the same time we see that pad of paper with pencil. There are lots of theories about these words but I for one believe they are an exchange of words between AH and TC.

May 25 was LC and AHs 10 year wedding anniversary. On this day, LC posted what will be a final anniversary pic between the two. I take note that both AH and TC like her post.

Side note: The day before this anniversary post, TC shares a story of him in Amsterdam with Will dated Aug 6, 2019. In it, he is mouthing the words to a rap song and looking oh so sexy. TC went to Amsterdam right after the DUNE shoot wrapped and final scenes were shot in Norway. We speculate that AH was in Norway with TC in August 2019. On Aug 5, 2019, LC posted a picture of the Tower of London and circled the words Traitor’s Gate. Separately, I also thought it was interesting that right after TC liked LC and AH anniversary post he posted an IG story referencing the Karlheinz Weinberger book called Together and Alone. I looked this up and found out the book includes unseen photos of rebels, outsiders, construction workers and more celebrating the distinctive gay male gaze of Karlheinz Weinberger.

Also on May 25, Minneapolis police officers arrested George Floyd and we all collectively witnessed his horrific death globally. This incident caused global unrest and deeply affected AH and TC. They both post a significant amount of content on IG and Twitter about policy brutality and racism in America clear through the end of June. TC even heads out on the streets of LA (with Niki – AH’s best friend) to support the Black Lives Matter movement. LC posts a few supportive BLM posts too.

AH finally leaves (or flees) the Cayman Islands on June 27…after previously being desperate enough to try to find a boat to take him to Cuba. He is over and out and done. His mental health has taken a toll and I believe he is desperate to be with TC.

On a side note: It’s not until late fall of 2020 we learn AHs received support from a therapist while on the island and we are thankful for that.

Once he is safely back in the United States, on his way back to Los Angeles, AH stops off to see his grandparents and his mom to check in with them. I think this is when AHs mom tries to rub all the demons out of him with oil.

But first, and unfortunately for us and them, the boys PR teams launch another publicly visible sham trying to paint the narrative the boys are indeed straight and that TC is not a homewrecker. Over the weekend of June 23rd, we see TC packing on the PDA in a pool at a Mexican resort with actress Eiza Gonzalez. This is in the middle of a global pandemic where no one is supposed to be travelling anywhere. The whole thing has a stench to it, we know its purpose but it is still a bitter pill to swallow. And TC gets a lot of public blow back by this action. It showed me just how much TC loves AH and is willing to do anything to be with him. But as quickly as the “romance” began it ended and a check was put in the mail.

On July 10, 2020, AH and LC jointly post their divorce announcement on IG. TC has been off all social media platforms from when AH got back into the United States until this very day. And he keeps quiet on sm until pretty much the end of August.

And the rest is history. After 5 long years, we believe our lovers meet up at the Woodstock cabin in the woods between July 17-30. Both of them are off social media platforms during this time period.

I’ll let AHs words from July 30 close out this 2020 timeline post:

I’ve had a splinter lodged deep under my thumb nail for the last 2 weeks and finally got it out. And just like that 2020 feels like it’s turned a corner.

**I will make a final post that looks at all 5 years collectively and holistically and asks questions of the fandom.

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mydayserenade · 3 years ago

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Pretty Please?

> San x OC!

> rom, fluff, ig slice of life?

> setting: flower shop

> Florist San is involved in this fic (i have very little knowledge on how to take care of flowers so please do correct me)

> Flower language is used here so I will Italicize the flowers being used that are important in the story and will be leaving a little definition thread at the bottom of this fic! However if my meanings are wrong, feel free to correct me as I am not an expert in this type of field.

> reversed roles! the girl is going to chase after the guy this time ;) just something new to meddle with heehee.

fic inspiration!

"Mr. Evan definitely picked the right flower, I've always liked Yarrows." San ties his pink and white bouquet with a pastel pink, silky ribbon to top off the whole flower arrangement his client requested. He carries the flowers delicately and lightly places it inside a clear, plastic box with a name embelished on top of it; he grabs his marker and bites off the cap to write the shipping details the client left for him, hastely jotting down the phone number and name before he gives it to the delivery man with a 90 degree bow. In the midst of San's work, Miya struggles to pierce a single stem through the foam, grunting and aggressively cutting the ends of the flower more and more without caution or direction. In the reflection of the windows that San was standing next to, he catches Miya in the act and immediately rushes over to her, pulling away the foam, tulip and scissors she had been wrestling with for the past 30 minutes and already at its ugliest form.

"You can never own a flower shop... actually scratch that, you can never take care of plants." San pants rapidly and hugs the items in a protective matter, trying his best to see if he can still resurrect the almost wilted tulip in his grasp. Miya launches herself off the marble counter, bringing along the stacked papers San had given to her about the lessons and and procedures about flower arrangements, she looks at the frantic black haired boy with an eyebrow raise as he places the items back on the counter and packing the tulip in a vacuumed pack for freeze-drying, ensuring that the tulip still had use and a life to work with.

"I was just following what was instructed San, I'm really trying my best to do whatever you taught me."

"Well I didn't teach you to neglect their existence did I?"

"No, but I'm really trying though! That whole thing was unintentional." she sighs and throws her head back in agony, "I don't even know why I agreed to this deal, more so I don't even know why I'm allowing you to tell me what to do."

"Cause you want to date me that's what Lee Miya."

It was no secret she liked the handsome florist the minute she walked into his store to buy a basket of Angelicas for Mother's Day but thought it was only infatuated love. He was broad, tall, respectful, had a cheery smile that can swoon millions and a voice as addicting as candy, Miya was head over heels... actually more like "whipped" for this guy. That is why every day she would always find an excuse to visit his store even if there wasn't any special occasion for her to attend to or bring flowers for. It was strange for San at first, thinking how weird for this woman to show up 7 days a week just to stop by and create a conversation but he eventually caught on despite her not ordering anything from him on those days. San did not mind that at all however and would always enjoy her company while he works, sharing many life stories and interests that made their bond stronger than ever and eventually catch feelings for one another more and more.

Miya blushed, uttering words out to try and become sarcastic towards him but was completely shut down due to being delirious and flustered by San's straightforward reply. He laughed, clearly amused on how she was acting in front of him, San watched as Miya stormed out in a speed of light, smiling widely at how childish she was and proceeded to finish up the last order of the day.

Problem is however; despite the romantic emotions she had for him and is reciprocated to her, deep down inside the fiery exterior of hers, she was always afraid of this one thing and one thing only. Commitment. Miya never envisioned herself to allow someone come in her life nor bind to anyone romantically, she would always think negatively of the end results in a relationship and be in her head too much about these things causing a slim chance of actually giving dating a shot most especially considering she was already so fond of San and confessed to him. The more she felt that she wanted to be with him the more her insides felt that this was not the best decision and she'll end up regretting everything, but San was supporting her all throughout, giving her enough time to make the right choice and helping her get over her slump. Until one day Miya had created a proposal not only to challenge herself but to create a special bond between them as lovers that San had excitingly agree to, which was to teach Miya the ways and hows of flower arrangement. Their deal was that once Miya perfected one of the many flower arrangements she had chosen and that San approved of this, she already had let go of her fear of commitment and that she was ready to start a journey with him.

Miya unlocks the door to her apartment, still in a daze regarding the events that transpired in San's flower shop. She shakes off her shoes and settles in her trusted friend, the couch; dropping the stack of papers she had brought home for her to scan through beside her. Miya takes a sharp sigh and looks over to the clock, "10:00, seems like a good time to get things going." She launches herself off the couch, washing up and getting dressed comfortably for tonight's business, Miya goes inside her stock room to look for the needed materials, collecting them one by one and proceeding to drop them off the rustic chest-designed coffee table. Once she had obtained her needed equipment, she ties her hair in a ponytail, stretches out her hands and plops down on the carpet to begin her personal project.

The next day...

"Hey Miya! Over here!" A brunette shouted and popped his head out amongst the crowd of people in the cafe and waves excitingly, she rushes over to him and afterwards he offered the warm seat next to him. Seonghwa, a trusted colleague of San's who normally visits the shop to check the freshest flowers every now and then.

"So so so sorry for running late Seonghwa, traffic was shit as always." she pants, slouching in the sofa and putting aside her bag on top of the wooden table.

"No it's fine, I just got here 15 minutes ago. I ordered us a fruit ade if that's alright?"

Miya nods while silent, clearly exhausted from the marathon she had to endure to be able to reach Seonghwa as soon as she can. The waitress lays down the ades in their table, Miya immediately grabs the drink and starts to slurp the ombre-pink drink, almost finishing it within a minute while Seonghwa was just about to sip and was clearly baffled at the sight in front of him and how dehydrated she was. She sighs in relief and starts to sit up straight in her chair, signalling Seonghwa to start the conversation.

"So tell me, why are you doing this?"

"You know exactly why Seonghwa, I need to prove something to him."

"Is this about the whole arrangement you guys have? Oh wait sorry not arrangement, that's too decent of a word... proposal?"

"Yep"

"And you want to do this because it's part of your scheme?

"Mhm"

"You know San gets up pretty early to prepare for the day right?"

She just nods and nods, clearly sick of hearing Seonghwa shooting a ton of questions towards her like she was being interrogated.

"Are you trying to create a revenge plan? What gives?"

Miya rolls her eyes towards Seonghwa's never-ending queries and deafening nagging. "No sir, I am not." she breathes deeply and lets out a huge sigh, massaging the temples of her head. "Look, it's not like I'm gonna commit arson or some shit that can put me in trouble. I'm telling you I have no bad intentions, just simply a little surprise I have for him. Have a little faith in me please? Mr. Park?"

"Fine." he rummages through his leather bag and pulls out a velvet box containing the item Miya asked him to get for her. He slides this towards her slowly, giving Miya a hesitant glare before eventually reaching it to her at her end of the table.

"Thank you."

"I don't know what you got planned but I hope he'll like it. San may look intimidating but he has a soft spot for sentimental things, most especially the things that are dear to him." Seonghwa said, making Miya's head perk up from her bag. She smiles, giving assurance that everything was going to be fine. "Good luck by the way" he said as Miya stood up from her seat to leave, "hope the hassle is worth it". "I hope so too" she mumbled and bid farewell to Seonghwa before she left to go continue her business on the outside.

A week later...

It was a bright and summery morning for San as he hummed along the sidewalk heading towards his shop, even if it was just an ordinary day for him, he still feels uneasy towards the sudden ghosting of Miya. The many times of him calling, texting, basically anything to reach her, have always resulted to no one answering. This went on for a week after their confrontation in the store and yet here he was, without even a single tip about her whereabouts. So he just thought of ways and reasons for her not coming so that his anxiety can at least lessen even if he was worried sick about her well-being. Lost in his thoughts about Miya, he didn't take notice that he finally reached the back part of the building.

He reaches in the pot of the fern, digging around to find the key to this door yet after a few minutes of feeling around, unfortunately, it somehow disappeared into thin air. "You have got to be kidding me" he shakes the doorknob ferociously, banging on the metal door to try and see if he can budge the locks. San swore to himself that he kept the key in the soil of the fern that was standing next to the back door of the shop and it was always in that area where it was hard for the intruders to find. He scratches the back of his head and pulls out his cellphone from his back pocket to contact anyone close to him who knows the inside and outside of his store but a few dials and miss calls later, he was sure having an unlucky day. San grunts, kicking on the door once more to release some stress before going around the block to enter through the main entrance of his store.

San reaches the main entrance and unlocks the door to his store by which he was greeted by the fragrant aroma of the lavenders that made his face lit up, completely ignoring the fiasco that happened 30 minutes ago. He approaches the staff room, settling down his personal belongings in his office and shakes off the leather jacket on him. He then proceeds to the main area of the store, grabbing his hanged brown apron to tie around his tiny waist before he starts organizing for today's orders.

"So, 8:00? What do you say Acanthus?" written in calligraphy on a basic white card with gold boarders embedded on the sides of the paper which was laid flat alongside a boquet of luscious lavander roses, valerians and baby's breath all bunched up in a laced white ribbon caught San's eye as he was laying down the equipment on the counter where the mysterious gift was. He thought at first that this was a missed order he didn't seem to finish yesterday, but knowing his work ethics he always tries his utmost best to complete every order on time. He picked these up carefully, examining the hand-writing and the way how the bouquet was created, it wasn't entirely as neat as the ones he sold but it was definitely pretty and thoughtful enough to be given to someone. He then squints his eyes to take a closer look at the flowers chosen for the bouquet, remembering what each flower represented or what message it conveyed for the receiver to decipher. A million thoughts and people raced through his mind, wondering who would've given this to him. It couldn't be one of his customers, they did not have any access to enter his store out of office hours, even his closest clients too. It couldn't be Seonghwa since he really isn't the type to use loud and vibrant colors in his flowers, San reviewed many people in his mind that he had close contact of but none did not even come close to the culprit of this bizzare situation... except for one. The corners of San's mouth slowly rises, creating an admiring grin as he finally realized who gave this to him and what they wanted to say to him through the use of flower language.

"Acanthus... I like that, seems like she studied well." he murmered, sniffing the flowers and smiling ever so vividly for her job well done and the efforts she had put into this. He now knew why Miya had ghosted him for a couple of days only to be surprised by such a gift that San will treasure for a lifetime and a memory he will never forget. "I can't wait to tell you how much I am so proud of you" he whispered, counting down the many hours he had to work for until he was able to see Miya again but this time, as a significant other.

"What a great way to start off my day."

DEFINITION FOR EACH BLOOM!

> Angelicas - inspiration

> Lavender rose - love at first sight

> Valerians - readiness

> Acanthus - a fine art

> Yarrows - everlasting love

> Baby's breath - innocence, trust

#Spotify #ateez san #san #choi san #ateez romance #ateez fluff #ateez #ateez fanfic #flowers

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 4 years ago

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Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader

genre: angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers

word count: 7.3k | reading time: 40 min

chapter summary: flash backs clear the mystery of their first encounter, they fight over it, and then things get a bit heavier

warnings: there’s finally some sexy stuff going on yall, alcohol usage, metions of cheating, some dirty talk ig, some not very fluffy smut, almost angry fucking, dubious I’d say, fingering f.receiving, oral f.receiving, kinda dom!Tae, name calling kink? idk

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Chapter 5: Irresistible urges of the past

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 7:35 pm

The party was Yoonji's idea but you never complained. Well, okay, you complained a little bit. But that was only when you heard the approximate number of guests that had been invited so far and argued your small, shared apartment would probably collapse from the total weight in it. You offered to move the function over to the bar down the street, but apparently, that's not a house-warming party.

"How on earth are so many people coming, anyway? We have, like, five friends at most. And that is including the lunch lady."

Yoonji gave you those puppy eyes. "Well, actually, Jimin just made an Instagram story to get the word out, not thinking many would wanna come," she mumbled under her breath, almost like she was trying to avoid giving you the explanation. "But it turns out ever since that video he did, lots and lots of people wanna be his friend now."

You exhaled hard, making a pathetic sound. "You gave the guy you've only been seeing for a couple of weeks permission to invite people to our party?"

She pouted at you. "I thought you liked him. Plus, he offered to do this for us. We barely know people here, Amy, this party is going to be the best to see new faces."

You chewed your lip as you were setting the drinks on the table in a nice order and contemplated your roommate's words. "What do you need new people for?" you whined. "You already have a best friend and a hot boyfriend."

Yoonji bumped her shoulder on your arm playfully. "But you don't. Who knows, maybe you'll like one of Jimin's friends."

You rolled your eyes at her, but that didn't cover up the smile that had started to form. "Doubt it," you objected. "Models are not exactly my type."

You heard Yoonji laugh from the kitchen. "Jimin's not a model!" she shouted back. Then peeked her head around the doorway to raise an eyebrow at you. "I mean, you're not entirely wrong."

People that you had never even seen before started showing up at your place, and without fail, they all asked where Jimin and Taehyung were. Rude, you thought. That was not their party; something that could easily be deduced by how they weren't even there yet. Also, when had Jimin become so popular all of a sudden? And who the fuck was Taehyung?

At about an hour after the place was already packed and your roommate's boyfriend had finally made an appearance, Yoonji just so happened that she was constantly MIA, and the task of welcoming the people that kept and kept on coming, fell entirely on your shoulders. A task that briefly seemed not so bad when you opened the door and a brown-haired, pretty boy stood in front of you. You guessed models were indeed invited to that party, the only explanation you could come up with for why the most handsome man you had ever led your eyes upon was looking at you and smiling.

"Is this Yoonji's and... Amy's party?" he asked and you were taken aback by his deep, raspy voice that countered his charming face.

"Yes," you said, letting him in. "And are you on the bride's or the groom's side?" You hated the joke the moment it left your lips, a moment too late to take it back. Five full seconds spent with a cute boy and you were already acting weird.

But the boy laughed, and the sound quite literally lifted your spirits. "I am with Jimin if that's what you're asking."

"Of course you are. Jacket?" You offered your hands up for him.

"Oh, right, where can I leave this?" he asked as he slid the piece of garment off his shoulders. You opened the door right behind you, a door that normally led to a small storage space, but you had turned into a temporary closet with all the jackets and purses you had shoved in there. The boy leaned next to you as he tried to find somewhere to leave his outerwear without just dropping it on the pile on the floor.

"Let me," you offered, taking a random jacket that hung from the ironing board, abandoning it on the ground, and replacing it with the pretty boy's one. That's pretty privilege for you.

He chuckled. "Whose was that? Is that okay?"

"Who cares, it's my house."

"Oh," he exclaimed, watching you more closely as you closed the door again and turned to him with your lips awkwardly pressed into a thin line. You pinned your body on the wall, waiting for him to move or say something. "You're Amy?" You nodded, and the boy burst out a big smirk. "Well, well, well..." he rasped. "I'm gonna kick Jimin's ass so hard. He didn't tell me Yoonji had such a cute roommate."

The way your entire face felt like it had caught on fire in a split second almost scared you. It definitely made your eyes widen and your head go into a defense mode; you had never flustered before, of course your brain would think it was under attack. And of course you would reply with something stupid again, like snorting and saying: "Right. And you are?"

"Kim Taehyung, freshly graduated and aspiring big photographer," he proudly introduced himself. It all suddenly seemed to click and you barely held yourself from gasping right in his face. He extended a hand to you, and you took it, ready to shake it. Instead, he surprised you by bringing it to his lips and planting a soft kiss right between your knuckles. "Enchanté," he whispered with his dark eyes piercing yours.

The stupid fire all over your face got worse. So worse all you could do was quickly pull away and scoff at him, but also laugh. "That was too much!"

"Sorry," he chuckled and gave you a big, boxy grin. "I was trying to make you swoon."

You couldn't help but mimic his energy. "Does that ever work on anyone?" Well, what a liar you are. It had literally turned your stomach into a knot.

And Taehyung, almost as if he knew that, smirked at you. "You'd be surprised."

Okay, so you may have overreacted a tiny bit when you took off running away from Taehyung. There could possibly have been other ways to go about it, like gently pushing him off and telling him this was a mistake, trying to talk, or even staying silent. Your head was spinning so hard as you stumbled down that path wishing you don't get lost in the foggy state your mind had dipped in due to the haste. And it had almost cleared, you had almost stopped to think about this rationally and wait for the photographer so that you could walk home together, but the longer you thought about it more clearly, the faster you ran. You didn't even know if it was fear or shame that was powering your flight, but it had to be one of those.

The further you stayed locked in your room, the later emotion became more and more prominent. You saw Taehyung emerge from the trees sometime later and get in the house, you heard him on the downstairs floor, you saw the lights turn on and off... He was everywhere, and you were hiding away, terrified and ashamed. How could you ever meet his eyes again? But most importantly, how would you face yourself in the mirror? You knew that was the worst part of the whole situation; you let your own self down.

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 1:23 am

You returned on the corner that Taehyung and you had been occupying all night long with a drink in your hands, swaying around and trying to survive the mob of drunk college students that were doing what you were sure they thought was dancing in the middle of the living room. Some of the drink spilled on the way and you're not sure if it was because of all the bumping on people or the way you had started seeing everything double and losing your balance pretty easily.

"What the hell happened to my chair?" you whined as you found the photographer sitting there alone when you had specifically asked him to save you the seat.

He shrugged. "I couldn't defend it, sorry." Then he spread his legs wide and pat his thigh, looking up at you with a smirk. "Just sit here."

You didn't think twice; sat down on his offered position, swinging your legs to the side to completely lie on his lap and an arm around his neck for balance. Your face was inches away from his, so much so you could smell the alcohol in his breath, his hands instantly on your waist and hips to pull you close. But it felt so comfortable. Since the moment you met, you hadn't left each other's side, and you hadn't stopped touching. Touching as in holding hands while talking or pushing him while laughing, playing with your clothes or stroking each other's hair. It seemed like there was always an excuse, or, better yet, constantly a need to touch.

"Ugh!" he gagged when he took one sip of the drink you had brought right to his lips. "What is this shit?"

You giggled. "Tequila."

"Is it just tequila?"

You kept giggling. "Actually, we ran out of soft drinks so I mixed it with water."

His mouth dropped open and he started laughing, too. "Of course! Why wouldn't you!" His hands around your body squeezed you tighter and you had to squirm around, still a need to get even closer.

"It's not that bad," you proclaimed, then took a sip from the same straw and had your entire face scrunch up. "See?"

Taehyung had gotten serious, staring at you intensely, as he slowly brought the straw right on his tongue yet again. He took a generous gulp, then offered the drink to you, his eyes fixed on your lips and the way they wrapped around right where his had just been. His stare gave you goosebumps, and you pressed yourself even closer, your hip flushed right against his lower abdomen.

"You know I don't drink," he said in a whisper. He didn't need to speak louder, you were right there. "I'm only doing this for you."

"Well," you mumbled as your fingers ran through the back of his hair. "That makes two of us doing something we don't usually do tonight." And you meant it. You never did this; whatever this was. Sitting on a cute boy's lap that you had only met a couple of hours ago, ready to devour him with the first chance you got. And boy, would you devour him.

"We haven't done anything yet," Taehyung noted, his hand dipping between your legs to pinch your thing.

"Yet," you murmured, pressing even closer to him, feeling his erection grow against your hip.

Your eyes alone could communicate. And all they conveyed was the urgency to get out of there. The need to be alone. Your entire body burned with that need, or maybe it was the alcohol. With no words spoken, you both got up, holding hands not to get lost in the crowd, and searched in the apartment for an empty room. The bathroom was locked, the kitchen busy, one bedroom filled with boys playing video games and the other with smokers. Taehyung pulled you towards the exit; he wasn't about to let the moment escape him. He would get you in his car or even back to his place if he had to, just to get his hands properly on you.

But you didn't have time for that. You needed him right away. So you opened up that makeshift closet and shoved him inside. Space was limited and your bodies were naturally pressed together. The moment the door closed behind you, you realized how dark it was; the light switch being outside, forgotten. You felt his hands ran up your body, trying to blindly find your face with haste like he was being chased.

His lips found yours. And you indeed devoured each other. He had you pinned against the door and his fingers through your hair as he kissed you like a starved man. You know how first kisses almost always suck? How it takes a while to find the right rhythm, to lean into it just enough to match the other's technic? That was nothing like that. It was the best kiss you had ever had, it was so perfect and so right. The way his lips moved over your own and his tongue stroked you, it was like you had done this a million times already, or simply like you were made for each other.

Nothing could stop you now. Not even your common sense that would advise you against fucking just anyone in that tiny space, when everyone was still outside. But common sense had left you long ago. Your body was being controlled by an innate, animalistic hunger. And you moaned his name as you straddled his waist and let him suck hickeys into your neck. And you thought about how this is the best thing that had happened to you as you started taking off his belt.

You heard it again; a thump in the room. This time it was certainly not just in your head. You looked around -let's be honest- scared out of your mind because the last thing you needed right now was for something to be hidden in there with you.

"Tae?" you asked in a low voice, just in case he was playing a stupid prank on you. But you were met with silence.

Until it happened again, a louder tap, and this time you determined it was coming from the window. Slowly, while keeping your body as far away as you could, you got closer. You stared at the glass, trying to figure out why it was making that sound. Then you saw it; a small pebble clashing on the pane and disappearing just as fast. You opened it immediately and leaned outside.

"What the hell?" you shouted when you noticed the shadow-covered man standing in the garden under your room. "What are you doing down there?"

Taehyung tossed away the stones he had in his palms, straining his neck to look up at you. "I wanted to talk to you."

"And you thought -instead of just coming to my room- it'd be easier to walk downstairs, get outside and throw rocks at my window?"

"I thought you wouldn't let me in if I just knocked on your door," he explained.

You groaned. He wasn't wrong; you would have probably continued to hide away and avoid him. But he didn't have to be so dramatic about it. Well, not that you are one to talk. "Ugh, just- get your ass in here," you shouted back.

"You're gonna talk to me?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

You groaned again. "Yes!"

You saw Taehyung run inside as if he was afraid you would change your mind in the meantime. Perhaps you would. You really didn't want to talk to him. What would you even say? You had no excuse to give him, or no excuse you wanted him to know, anyway. All you wanted was to pretend he wasn't even there until morning came; then you could drive back home and go back to pretending you didn't even know each other.

"He is crazy," you mumbled to yourself as you decided you couldn't evade this anymore. "No, that man is certified insane!" you kept on complaining to no one as you opened your door and dashed away.

You ran into him in the middle of the staircase. Stood there, just a step away from him, with your arms folded over your chest, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him.

"So?" you spat.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said in a whisper, a tone that sounded like he was guilty of something.

"Yes, I got that. You can talk now."

He looked down at your feet. "Here?"

You scoffed and moved past him, jogging down the stairs and taking a turn towards the kitchen. The boy followed you diligently. When you reached the room, you immediately grabbed a glass and filled it with water, chugging it down in one go and going for a second turn. You really wished this was something stronger, looking around to see if you could spot a bottle of some kind of liquor. You would need it if you were to have the conversation you thought you would.

"I have a confession to make," Taehyung announced after he decided the silence was enough.

You froze, the glass of water still against your lips, and you looked at him from the corner of your eyes. "Oh, please," you groaned but still couldn't move. "No more confessions from you."

He sighed, walking until he got right in front of you so that he could look you in the eyes for this. "I remember your party."

See, this is exactly what you feared the most. This...This conversation was what was making this place truly haunted for you.

"What?" you weakly breathed.

"Your... welcoming party? With Yoonji?" he continued. As if you didn't know what party he was talking about. "I remember everything about it."

"But-"

"I wasn't that drunk."

The glass hit the counter with such force, for a second you thought you had broken it in your grip. But it had just provided a loud noise as you gaped at the boy in front of you. What were you supposed to say, now? Where to start?

"You didn't even remember meeting me!" you called out.

"Yeah I- I lied."

The worst part wasn't that he was pretending he didn't know who you were. No, that was low-key genius and you would have done the exact same thing if you were quick enough to think of it when you found yourself in that sitting room, across the person you least wanted to see. The worst part was that you had believed it. You felt like such an idiot. You had believed it and thought it meant you could have a clean start.

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 1:44 am

You didn't want to stop, but you still did, when Taehyung's phone went off. When he pulled away, gasping for air and apologizing. You thought you were having a moment there, you know, a moment where no matter who was calling, it wasn't important enough to pick up. But he apparently didn't see it that way. He took one look at his screen and asked you to be quiet.

Maybe your eyes accidentally caught the pet name on his contact for a split second, or maybe it was the girly voice that came muffled from the speaker, but your head started spinning without warning. And the space was suddenly too small, and it was choking you. You found the knob before he realized what you were doing, and with your body weight on the door, you were launched outside; into the light that burned your eyes. A girl was standing on the other side of the hallway, looking at you with judgement in her eyes and her phone in her hands, then immediately averting her pretentious gaze. A hand tried to hold onto your shirt to keep you back, but you escaped.

You stumbled through the place, not sure where you were trying to go or who you were trying to find, solely trying to keep yourself up and not barf on the new carpet. You wanted to get away, but where could you go? You lived there. You heard Yoonji's laugh before you even saw her, sighing in relief when you spotted her in the kitchen and letting your body fall on hers.

"Baby, baby, everything alright?" your roommate called for you, but you just held onto her without a word. She tried to bear your weight as best as she could, holding onto the counter so that you wouldn't both plummet onto the floor.

Another hand rubbed your back. "Did you drink a little too much, Ames?" It was Jimin's sweet voice. You whined into your friend's neck before you pulled back to look at her boyfriend.

"Jimin, is Kim Taehyung your friend?" you asked him.

He frowned, a little confused as to how the conversation got there. "Ye- yeah. He's my best friend. You met him, right?"

"Yeah," Yoonji responded for you. "I saw them talking earlier."

You took a deep breath; everything seemed to be against you at that moment, even the air itself, and you were trying so hard to not crumble. "Does he have a girlfriend?" you dared ask, even though you thought you might vomit if you heard the answer.

"Who? Tae?" Yoonji mumbled. You nodded, and she gave you a smirk right away. "Ohh... Why do you ask, baby? You interested?"

You rolled your eyes as both of them started teasing you. "No," you tried to tell them.

"Why, was he flirting with you?"

"How does he get every girl like that?"

"No, guys-"

"I don't blame her. He's so hot."

"Hey! I'm right here!"

"Just answer the damn question!" you yelled at them, and they finally stopped. Jimin looked at you with the same frown again.

"He does," he said and everything that was spinning in the room stopped abruptly. "Sorry, love. I promise you'll be the first to know when they break up."

Everything was foggy, and you felt numb. So numb, there was absolutely no thought in your head. You barely noticed the couple turn their heads to the door, barely realized who it was they were looking at.

"No, thanks," you whispered to Jimin then and pulled Yoonji away. "Bathroom," you simply stated and she carefully took you there, avoiding successfully the boy that was the topic of your conversation. For the first time of the many, many more that followed. All those times you stayed clear of gatherings you knew he would be at. All those times you changed your way, left a coffee shop, stayed silently in a corner in places there was nowhere else to go. You never told Yoonji exactly why you didn't want to be in the same room with him again, but she was very supportive no matter what.

You weren't sure why, either. Whether it was your hurt ego, your high standards for the people surrounding you, or the shame you felt every time you met his eyes, you couldn't tell. One thing you knew for sure was how you vowed to never fall for that again. Not from Taehyung, and not from anyone else. No more hooking up with random fuck boys at parties. No more associating yourself with people you don't even value enough. Kim Taehyung was an asshole, and you didn't care what he did or who he did it with, but you would rather be caught dead than be caught with him ever again.

Yet there you were. With him.

You cleared your throat. "And you're telling me this now because...?"

The photographer frowned, mostly at himself, clenching his jaw and looking at the ground. "Well, because you kissed me and ran away as if your life depended on it. Thought it might have something to do with that."

"Right." You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding slightly as you tried to think of what to say. Truly, what could you say? There have been so many things torturing your mind, but you didn't know which of those would be worth saying aloud. "Okay," you simply mumbled. "Are we done then?"

You tried walking past him but he held you back. "Wait, wait, hold on. You promised we would talk."

You just looked at him with your eyes wide. "You said you had a confession to make. You made it. There’s nothing more to say about that."

"Yes, there is."

"Like what?"

Taehyung snorted, finally letting you go. "Like what your problem with me is!"

You released a bitter laugh. "I thought you said you remember everything about that night."

He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. "It's been three years-"

"And you stay lying to me." He looked at you intensely but you didn't back down. You might not have wanted to have this conversation, but now that it was happening, you wouldn't cower one bit.

"Look," he started, taking a step closer. "What I did was wrong. Both to you and to my girlfriend. I understand, it was very shitty and I don't have any excuses. I'm not here to give you any excuses."

"Yeah, 'cause there is no excuse for such a thing," you bit back.

Taehyung sighed at your attitude, somewhat losing his patience, but continued. "Right," he mumbled through his teeth. "I told her what I did and we broke up. Actually, she forgave me and wanted to stay with me but I insisted on breaking up because I didn't want her to be in a relationship where I made such a mistake, I wanted her to find someone better."

You shrugged, folding your arms over your chest yet again and tapping your foot on the floor. "Alright. Good for her. What do you want, a cookie?"

"No-"

"You really did less than the minimum, there, buddy. I don't know what you want from me right now."

"I- nothing!"

"Then why are you telling me this?"

He paused, opening and closing his mouth again, clearly not knowing how to reply. Maybe he expected a different reaction, or maybe he was nervous and it all translated into a type of irritation, but he was starting to look angry. "Because!" he said in a louder tone. "Because you keep treating me like that, you're acting like I'm this huge asshole, and I get it- first impressions are hard to change, but I'm not! I'm not that asshole you've made me out to be and quite frankly it's starting to get pretty annoying."

You chuckled. What else were you supposed to do? You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Excuse me, but I have the right to believe anything I want about you. If I have a certain idea of who you are and it's not affecting you in any way, then what's the problem?" You saw Taehyung roll his eyes and turn away, his hands on his hips as he shook his head and sighed. "If I think what you did is bad enough for me to never change my mind about you, then that's my opinion."

He was mumbling his words out, not being able to form a sentence long enough for it to make sense. "But that's- you-" He kept grunting and shaking his head at you until he finally spoke up. "Three years!" he announced. "It's been three years, Amy, and you're still punishing me for this. Alright, it's your opinion to determine the gravity of it, but don't tell me it doesn't affect me. Not when you've been avoiding me for three years."

"I haven't-" you tried to lie.

But he knew better than that. "Yes, you have. Every time I wanted to come along with my friends, something always came up and you'd bail. You didn't even show up at Jimin's birthday for crying aloud! Because you knew I'd be there. And I wanted to talk to you, apologize to you. I liked you and wanted to make this right and you never gave me the chance." He took a deep breath after having given his monologue in a haste, almost like he was scared his words would bail, too, if he wasn't quick enough. "And then you're wondering why I pretended I didn't remember you?" You blinked at him when you realized he was waiting for an answer. You had none to give him. "What was I supposed to do, huh? What could I have done that wouldn't have resulted in you getting back in that car and driving away?"

You stayed silent, looking at him through your lashes, then averting your gaze again. You sniffed your nose a couple of times as you were trying to get your thoughts straight. Kicked the floor once or twice as you felt your body squirm under his stare; he wouldn't relieve you from the scrutiny. "I..." you finally mumbled. "I'm not interested in reconciling with you." You gulped but noticed his stance and expression didn't change at all. Like he expected those words. "I'm sorry if that's what you wanted to do, and that I prevented you from even trying. But I won't change my mind about this."

He licked his lips, looking at you with a serious frown, then simply said: "Why?"

Why was he even asking? Was it not obvious? "Look, I simply don't like people who do things like these. I don't want them as boyfriends, or friends, or anything. Nothing personal."

"But that's what I'm trying to say!" he insisted. "I'm not like that." He came close, so close his face was hovering above yours merely inches away, staring into your eyes with a sort of urgency. An urgency for you to understand him. "I'm not normally like that. That night... I don't know. That night was an exception. I really don't want to give you cliché excuses, but I thought you knew. I thought you felt it, too. I'm not crazy, right? There was something there that you felt, too?"

You gulped again, looking him up and down with fire all over your face. Because you knew instantly what he meant. But it had to take a few moments for it to actually sink in. That it wasn't just you. And that he, too, was unable to keep his hands from you that night. It certainly didn't justify his actions or lessen your disdain for him. But at least it felt a tiny bit good to know that you weren't just a naive little girl who had fallen for the pretty boy's trick, just like dozens of others.

"That still doesn't explain..." you started saying, keeping your opinion openly still the same, yet not denying his words.

"I know it doesn't!" he was quick to say. His eyes traveled all over your face, the tone of his voice having calmed a bit. "It was very douchy of me and I don't expect to be forgiven for it. Which is why I didn't stay with that girl." You jumped slightly when you felt his hands land on your arms. But you didn't pull away. "But I don't understand why you have to be so harsh on me. It's been three years, and this is still obviously bothering you. You haven't let it go even a little bit."

You looked away, taking a step back, but he quickly made up for it. "It doesn't bother me," you said, tongue in cheek.

"Well, it clearly does," he insisted. "When you are cold to me one moment, kissing me the next, and then running away like I hurt you."

"You did hurt me."

The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Before you even knew what you were saying yourself. He hurt you. You had never admitted that before. Always blaming your anger and aversion to him on your morals or whatever. Yet that was the true reason you didn’t want to see him, and you didn’t want to talk to him, and definitely not kiss him again.

Taehyung paused, taking a deep breath. He leaned nearer as he looked down at your lips as whispered. “I know,” he said in a sweet voice as if to reassure you. “I know.” That meant you weren’t crazy. “But why is it still hurting you now?” You tensed up at his question. “Why do you care -about me- so much that this is, to this day, an open wound?”

You scoffed. But you couldn't say anything. You tried pushing him away, and for a moment he let you, but then he was right in front of you again. Even closer, perhaps. “What are you…?” you murmured, looking quite lost. Especially with the close proximity that was driving your mind into a frenzy.

“Do you still like me?” he asked, straightforward.

“No!” you called immediately. But he didn’t seem convinced, raising an eyebrow at you. "I’m not still hurt. I just… I told you. I simply don't want anything to do with someone like you. So it's fine when you keep your distance, but it's not fine when you kiss me. I said I don't want- ."

"Yeah, yeah, you don't want a boyfriend nor a friend like me," he interrupted you to finish your sentence. "Not that I ever offered to be either of those."

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away immediately so as not to get caught. "I- I didn't say I wanted you to."

Taehyung chuckled. The sound almost scared you more than when he was shouting earlier. Because you knew a casual, flirty Taehyung was always more dangerous. "You know, you kissed me!" he reminded you.

Your mouth dropped in a dramatic way. "You seduced me into kissing you!" you complained.

And the boy laughed even harder. "Seduced? Is that your way of saying you couldn't resist me?"

You tried to fight back at his remarks that clearly only served the role of firing you up -whether that was with anger or something else, you weren't sure. And then he had the audacity to wonder why you still didn't like him? But your voice cracked, as you backed until your body hit the kitchen counter and your hands held the edge tight. "Is not!" you managed to get out.

Taehyung’s arms trapped you in that counter, his hands holding onto it on either side of your body until you were caged between them, as he leaned even closer, standing one breath away and staring at you with a smirk on his lips. It was clear then, he wasn’t trying to talk anymore.

“C’mon,” he rasped, a voice so low that it vibrated in frequencies hard to hear. “I know you can’t resist me. You couldn’t do it three years ago and you can’t do it now.”

Your palms hit his chest, trying to push him away from you as you breathed heavily, hearing your own heartbeat in your head and feeling your control slipping through your fingers. But you still couldn’t form any words. Your brain had shut down when it came to that. Just spinning around as Taehyung kept getting closer. What the hell was he trying to do?

"I'm just saying… There is no one here to judge you for it. No one will know you went against your morals," he purred, a hand leaving your side briefly to swipe your hair off your shoulder and caress your neck in the process. The contact made your palms clench into fists, his shirt pooling under your grip. And there were two ways you could go about this; either push or pull him.

“Tae…”

“Go on then,” he said in a teasing tone. “Show me how much you hate me, princess. How you despise me and everything I stand for. Resist me.”

You did hate him. And you hated being proven wrong. So, those two together should result in you pushing him away and going to your room. Right? You should resist that man, it couldn’t be so hard, anyway. So tell me why the way he was looking at you made your knees buck? Why his words filled your stomach with butterflies, his scent numbed your brain like a hallucinogen? Why you couldn’t resist him.

Tell me why you pulled him in by the shirt.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around yours. Didn’t waste any time to hold you by the waist and press his body on yours. This was the third chance he was given for this and he was about to make it work. And he seemed to have been waiting for it. He already knew what to do, how to hold you, how to kiss you in order to make you moan in his mouth. It was the party scene all over again; as in, you were devouring each other in a sort of urgency, bumping your lips together like you were drunk and had just found the person you were feeling the craziest chemistry with, grinding on each other as if you were trying to merge together.

And maybe he was right; you could never resist him.

Your fingers dipped into his soft locks and he moaned your name. He snaked his arms under your thighs to push you up, letting you sit at the edge of the counter. He immediately filled in the gap between your legs, hands rubbing up and down your back, while you started kissing down his neck, making sure to mark him as if he was yours. He hissed and growled every time you bit him, riding your shirt up to get a feel of your skin underneath. Then finding your hands, intertwining your fingers together, and pushing them past your body, almost like he was trying to confine them away from him. And you hated not being able to touch him, hated how he pushed your body back to have you almost lay on the counter completely, and you couldn’t move. Because you wanted more.

And maybe he was right; no one would ever know about this. So perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to do this. This mistake. Taehyung.

“Princess, if you plan on regretting this and running away again, you better tell me now,” he rasped while kissing your collarbone. “I might not stop later.”

He was giving you an out. And normally you would have taken it. But at that moment the only thing busying your mind was that implied promise of what was to come.

“You better not,” you mumbled, more to yourself, but heard him chuckle when he heard it, too.

His hands clenched harder around yours before he released you in favor of grabbing your ass and your thighs. He squeezed you close, pulling you until your crotch was rubbing against his clear erection under his pants, and all you could do was whimper. Still kissing his neck, that sweet spot under his ear, biting his lob, and hearing him grunt at the way you were making him feel. Your hands, free now, could run up his toned arms and enjoy his body like you wanted to for a while.

He pulled his head slightly back to look into your eyes. His seemed so unfocused, so dark, like he had gotten high from you. “You want me to make you feel good?” he asked with a smirk. You weren’t sure if he was asking for permission or just building the anticipation.

“Can you?” No, you weren’t making a plea. You were questioning his skills. And he picked it up from your tone immediately.

“Can I?” he snorted, his eyes turning to the ceiling before he let his fingers slowly and very slightly brush your naked belly, moving further down. Your entire body squirmed with the rhythm of his fingertips. “You shiver every time I touch you. So, yeah, I think I can do anything I want to you.”

You immediately punched his chest, pushing him away. “God, I hate you.”

But his smug smirk wouldn’t back down. And he wouldn’t let go of you. “We have already established that,” he murmured, as he lowered his head down- and farther down- until it was right in front of the fly of your pants. And your stomach was sucked in the entire time, your whole body, actually, as if you were trying to take up less space. As if you were trying to pull away from him, even though at the same time you could feel your lower half burning from want, and your lips were already missing his.

But then he looked up at you too, as he was bent down there in front of your crotch, to stare into your eyes through his lashes with a hotshot grin and his tongue between his teeth; and you forgot how to breathe. And then he unbuttoned you with his mouth, biting the zipper and pulling it down slow enough for you to feel every vibration on your body, without ever breaking eye contact; and you thought your soul left your body.

He was back at his normal height, pushing your pants down while licking his lips and examining your face. “Alright, princess,” he spoke in a low tone. “I will give you my best, on one condition.” The pants were completely off and he was working on your unimpressive underwear next. “Every time I do make you feel good, you have to say my name.”

He had gotten you all naked from your waist down, yet he still hadn’t even glanced there; kept his eyes stubbornly on yours. But when you tried to press your legs together, feeling shy and exposed, he was holding them tight. “That’s your condition?” you wondered, not seeming too hard to do. You were probably going to do it anyway.

He leaned down, keeping his lips close enough to rub on yours when he spoke. “Yes. Every time. I want you to keep reminding yourself who it is that is making you feel this way.” When he kissed you, it worked almost as a distraction to how one hand crept in between your thighs and pressed around your folds, yet avoiding the place you needed him to touch.

His lips moved at the same rhythm as his fingers, his tongue slipping in your mouth right as he finally moved them closer, getting them all dirty with your wetness. Index and middle finger rubbing up and down, brushing against your clit and over your opening but never giving into either. You hummed in frustration as you bit down on his bottom lip, your hips trying to move forward, trying to get more.

“What did I tell you?” he whispered, increasing his pressure on your clit just for a moment, a moment long enough to make you gasp with your mouth open over his.

“Tae…” you breathed.

“Say it,” he insisted.

“Taehyung,” you moaned, closing your eyes as he started moving his fingers in circles over the sensitive bud like a reward.

“You’re so wet, already,” he observed, something quite obvious from the sounds the simple movement was creating. “Is that all for me?” He pulled his head back to watch your reaction better, smiling when he saw you nodding. “Good girl,” he purred, rewarding you yet again with sliding one finger easily inside.

"Oh,” you moaned, your body immediately arching towards his. You still needed more. The better it all felt, the more you wanted from him.

The photographer inhaled sharply through his teeth, stilling his actions. “Amy, what did we say?”

“Taehyung,” you immediately obeyed. And you didn’t need to be told twice. “Taehyung,” you moaned, again and again, as he worked his magic into you. As he kissed you in that way no one had ever been able to replicate. “Taehyung,” as he pushed a second finger in to stretch you out. “Taehyung,” as he found your g-spot and massaged it softly as if he was working with something fragile. “Taehyung, Taehyung,” as he made you come, once, twice, thrice. With his fingers inside you, on your clit, his mouth french-kissing your pussy, his tongue dipping in and out as he lapped at your juices.

All while you had to make yourself think of who exactly was fucking you like that. Who was making your legs shake, your head spin, your sight and hearing unclear. Whose hair you were pulling, whose teeth you had marks of on your thighs, whose name you were screaming.

Kim Taehyung.

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Kalentine’s Day

Henry x Plus-Size Reader

You can find more of my writings in the Masterlist

This was a request from @born2stronger : “what about if Henry meets reader through Instagram (we all know sometimes he checks on the comments) so reader gets his attention and he messages her.” I hope you like it. 😊

Triggers: Fat- shaming; talking about the lost of a pet; feeling of nostalgia.

Tag list: @lunedelorient @henrythickcavill @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @mary-ann84 @desperate-and-broken @peakygroupie @summersong69 @ivvitm1109 @madbaddic7ed @iloveyouyen @the-soot-sprite @hell1129-blog

"Happy Valentine's day everyone! For all of my fellow single pringles out there, you don't have to be in a relationship to enjoy today, it's about Love. Enjoy seeing others in Love, love your friends, your family, and especially yourself. #Kal #ValentinesDay #BestDogEver #KalentinesDay"

Henry wrote and posted the picture of Kal laying on the bed with a rose on his Instagram account.

Nostalgia hit him hard later that day. He wasn't in a rush to get back on the dating game, especially not after a recent disappointment with a lady, but he missed celebrating that day with a woman he would care about. He starting to imaging how that day would've been if there was someone special in his life: he'd had made breakfast for her to eat on the bed; he'd taken a stroll down the park after that, to enjoy the beautiful morning. They'd have had lunch in someplace fancy, then watch a movie and he'd prepare her favourite dish for dinner and he'd finish the day by making her feel unique. Every woman in his life was unique on his eyes, for best or for worst. That thought made him sigh deeply for what he decided to check some comments on his post. Cheeking comments on his photos was his guilty pleasure. He loved the nice comments and would laugh out loud whenever there were thirsty comments; some were a bit distasteful, others were cute and there were others that were so odd that made him chuckled.

As he was scrolling through comments, one caught up his attention. "@(your username) "KalentinesDay" you cracked me up, Mr Cavill! But I'd like to differ with the BestDogEver one; I love Kal, he's awesome, but my dog is...was the best. I lost him two days ago and I felt like my world crushed for I've had him since I was a kid. Being there holding his paw as the doctor put him down due to disease was the worst thing I've ever experienced. Sorry for ruining the mood, but thank you for the post, it lighted up my day! Have a nice KalentinesDay, Sir." He felt so bad for that person, so he entered her profile and hit the message option. "Hi Y/N. I saw your comment and I just wanted to say how sorry I'm that you lost your beloved companion. I've had Kal for a few years and I cannot even bear the thought of losing him, so I cannot imagine how must feel to lose your pal who's been there most of your life. Be strong. I'm sending you virtual hugs and lots of love. I hope you get better soon." After sending her the message, he checked her account for he saw a recent post with a picture of a lovely dog. It wasn't a mixed breed. It was a rescued dog. She talked so fondly of him, remembering the first day she met him and a few adventures they lived together. The stories warmed Henry's heart yet saddened him, knowing that his light had extinguished. There were a lot of pictures of her dog on her account and pictures of books and movies. Funny enough, most of the books she talked about were some of his favourites and the ones that he hadn't read, he took screen captures so he wouldn't forget to check them out. One of the movies she posted about was Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice and he had to see her thoughts on it. She agreed that the whole Martha plot was absurd, but the thing that bothered her the most, and in her opinion ruined the movie a little bit, was the fact that Doomsday was on the final trailer, for the movie would have been higher rated from her if she'd already known that he was going to show up. Yet, she disagreed with all the hate and the thought that the movie was bad: "It could've been better? Sure, Was it horrible? Absolutely not," "If it is too dark for you, don't watch it, period. Mr Snyder understands the soul of DC Comics. Dc is not lighthearted, accept that and move on" she wrote. Henry was too tempted to like the post and reply, but he decided that it was best not to do it. She didn't have many pictures of her, but he found one from two years ago. In the picture, she was standing to a bride and she hugging her. She had a pink dress on. Henry looked at her cute smile and was stunned by her beauty. In the caption of the photo, she wrote " Ignore my ugly fat ass... focus on my beautiful sister who just got married to her Charming Prince! Congrats, babe! Love you a lot and wish you a lifetime of nothing but happiness! ♥" Henry liked the picture and went straight to the comment section and wrote "You look gorgeous. I hope their love story is a good one and lives on." and press send. He was so caught by her, that without even noticing it, he went through every single post on her account, like all the photos she was in and same with pictures of books, movies and albums he liked.

He was having dinner with Kal when he noticed that he had a reply on IG. When he opened, he saw it was from the girl with the mesmerizing smile. "I think I should call the police, I have a stalker, 👀 😂" she wrote. "Thank you so much for the mood busting. It means a lot. He brought a lot of light to my life and it's hard to have to say goodbye." she confessed, "but instead of lying in bed crying, I'm going to use that energy to give love to another animal in need, that's what my baby would have wanted, I know it in my heart." she finished. Henry didn't wait for a second to answer her, even if that meant that his food would get cold. "Absolutely! Any animal would be lucky to have you as their momma." he assured, "Sorry for that, I didn't mean to be a creep. I swear I'm nice. I'm Superman" he joked. After a few moments, the girl messaged him again "Superman killed Zod, so...👀😜 ". "Low shot. Also, Zod was a villain" he went on with the conversation. " How do you know that I'm not a villain?" she joked, "Because villains don't love puppies" he grinned like an idiot in love as he pressed send. "Cruella did, though, 👀 😂" she said; "Touché. But I'm sure you're not a villain, you are too cute for that" he explained. "That'd be the perfect cover for a conquer the world masterplan, don't you think? To have everyone trust me and love me for me to be easier to control them?🤔" "Alright, you convinced me. You're the evilest villain in history. So, I should fly to wherever you are and get you." he playfully told her. "And I didn't want to sound creepy 😂. My apologies if my humour seems creepy," he apologized. "I think your humour is genius and I find it cute, no creepy," she pointed out. "Cute enough to meet me in person? 👀" he asked. "Absolutely," she accepted his invitation. "When are you free?" she questioned. Henry looked at the clock, it was 7:30 pm. "I'm free right now if you can." Henry offered, "Do you live in London?". "From the last couple of years, yes. I moved with my mom after my parents got divorced. She's was born here... I mean, yes, I live in London, sorry for the unnecessary information," she requested his forgiveness. "There's no need to apologize. I like getting to know more about you." he explained " Do you want to go to Mark's Club restaurant? It's a nice and quiet place where we can have a nice conversation" he proposed "I think I can get a last-minute reservation since I'm a member of the club." he informed her. "Sure, I'm going to get ready. Tell me if you get the reservations or we can go anywhere else, I'm sure there are plenty of nice places to eat where there are tables available 😊" she said. "Great, I'm calling them right now!" Henry exclaimed excitedly and went into his phone contact list and press the dial button. He was lucky enough that the manager was a Superman fan and was quite fond of him, so he agreed to reserve a table for him in the busiest night of the year for restaurants. He shared the information to her and went to change as well. He put a white sweater and a nice pair of black pants on and black shoes. A grey blazer was his coat of choice.

He asked for her address to pick her up, but she opted for meeting at the club and he accepted because he understood that maybe she felt unsafe by giving her living information to a stranger. He couldn't lie that this gave him enough time to leave Kal with his friend Ben.

He waited for her inside the restaurant for there were paparazzi outside the place. Mark's Club was an exclusive place where many celebrities choose to eat in, especially in such occasions like Valentine's day - Guy Ritchie and his wife choose that place to spend the night and so did David and Victoria Beckham. Both couples came to greet him as soon as they saw him. His table was about to be ready and she wasn't there yet. He checked for messages on his IG but there were none. Has she stood him up? That'd have broken his heart; no because someone rejected him, but because she did it. He thought that he was losing his mind: being afraid that a girl he met that day on the internet might have played a prank on him and make him believe that she was interested in him.

When he saw that it was 10 pm, he decided that it was better to inform the host of the club that he wouldn't need a table after all. He was about to get up when behind him a female voice called his name. He turned around and stood, speechless. A beautiful woman on a red dress was standing in front of him, showing that glorious smile that captivated him ours ago on his phone.

- I'm so sorry I'm so late.- you apologized profusely - It took me ages to find a cab and then I've spent literally thirty minutes outside trying to get in because paparazzi were being annoying and would get in the way for me to get in.-she explained. - No worries!- he assured her- Honestly, I was a bit afraid that I've had been stood up.-he confessed, styling his hair backwards with his hand. - Absolutely not! I don't particularly enjoy pranks. Especially not in niece people like you.- she smiled and his legs were shaking.

At that moment the waiter approached you to let you know your table was ready. Henry said "Ladies first" indicating you to go first into the table area. The place was elegant. Henry waited behind your chair and as you sat in, he pulled it close to the table. He sat in front of you, grinning like the devil. That charming smile took your breath away.

Every word that came out of your mouth amazed him for your charisma and intelligence. You were not only funny, smart, confident but also beyond beautiful. He knew that wasn't love at first sight, but he could see himself falling deeply in love with you.

Halfway through the dinner, Henry finally noticed that lots of costumers were watching them. He found that odd since he was a regular there and there were plenty of celebrities on that place that night -some way more famous than him.

- I apologized if you feel uncomfortable with people watching us. Usually, they barely look at me. They know I'm an actor, but these fancy folks don't care much for Superheroes.- he explained. You looked at him with a smirk. - They're not looking at you, they are looking at me.- you pointed out. - Are you famous?- he asked confused and you chuckled because he meant it and it wasn't sarcasm. - Yes, I'm Ashley Graham.- you joked and his expression showed ignorance; he didn't know who she was.- She's a model.- you explained and he laughed apologizing for his lack of knowledge on current pop culture. He was beyond cute.- No, I'm not famous. They're looking at me because I'm "fat"; I'm a plus-size woman and they probably can't understand why are you having dinner with me.- you said and smiled- In another point of my life this would have hurt. It did for a long time. Whenever I'd be in a date with a thin man, people would look at us as if they were thinking out loud that he was too good for me, that he could do so much better than a fat girl. Thankfully I'm no longer in a place in which I'd blame myself for their judgement. I'm who I am and I'm ok with that. They can look all they want, they don't mean anything to me.-you shrugged- But, I need to know if that bothers you. I won't judge you if you are not into me. Maybe I'm confusing things, but the fact that you made a last-minute appointment for dinner on this day is because you have some kind of interest on me and I do for you too. I'm in for getting to know each other and maybe be something if we feel it later on. But if that's the case, if I got things wrong and you are not interested in my, just tell me. It's ok and we can be just friends if you want. All I ask from you is not to waste my time. Don't get me to grow feelings for you if you have no intention in returned them.- you requested. Henry went silent for a moment. Then he put his hand on top of yours, grabbed it and kissed it. He grinned and replied, "You got it right, gorgeous."

The dinner continued with you two laughing, drinking fine wine and having delicious desserts. You tried to grab the check but he took it so fast that you barely saw it. "I'll pay next time. That's the condition for me going out again with you" you indicated firmly and he agreed.

As you were about to leave, he noticed you didn't have a coat. "I was so hurried that I forgot to grab one" you explained and he immediately took off his and gave it to you, despite you telling him that you were ok, and helped you to put it on. He held your hand to walk outside, not caring if paparazzi took photos of you and he called a cab for you. It was easier for famous people to get a ride, you noticed. He drove you to your place and walk you to the door. He was much taller than you, so he leaned in to kiss your cheek and kissed your hand as well. Henry promised to call you the next day and walked towards the car. You reminded him of his coat and he asked you to keep it safe for him until next time you saw him. With a big smile, he got in the car and after you entered your place, you heard the cab left.

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howtosingit · 4 years ago

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I haven't had a chance to fully dive into all the goodies last nights video has produced.. nor have I had a chance to read all your thoughts which you know I crave love . I was dumb and watched 3 911 episodes last night ignoring my ig notification that ronen had shared anything so then I had to go to bed bc of work and work has been crqzy. But anyways I just wanted to hear some of your thoughts and say Tarlos officially fried my brain and I really want to write in the spare time I don't have bc of work 🙈🙊 their soft smiles, kisses, possibly meeting the fam, their date (and let's be honest Carlos was hot as fuck sauntering up to the bar announcing he was tks boyfriend... you know someone got laid that night) sorry not sorry 🙈

Anyways hit me with your thoughts when you're free if you want ❤

LISTEN, LAUREN. I am always up to share my thoughts because they never end and they just keep coming and I have to unleash them somehow or I will definitely explode.

My brain was just like, ALL CAPS SCREAMING, for about 7 hours yesterday, so I’ll leave you to explore that hot mess on my blog if you want. 😅 But, in the time since, I’ve seen a lot of discourse and stuff about the moments that we’ve seen, so I’m going to use this ask as an opportunity to weigh in on everything under the cut...

FIRST, CAN I JUST SAY that at the moment that I am writing this post, we are still trending at #5 and we’ve been in the 4-7 range for at least the past, like, IDK, 18-20 hours maybe?! I LOVE THIS FANDOM AND HOW WE LOSE OUR SHIT AT THE SMALLEST THINGS

Okay, so let me go through this thing and comment on the parts, and then give some general thoughts below:

LOVE that this is a promo entirely about the LGBTQIA+ characters and characters of color. Not exactly surprised that they still tried to put as much Rob Lowe in it as possible (that’s Fox/the writers’ M.O. it seems - to squeeze Rob/Owen in whether he fits or not). Some of his comments were a little awkward, I thought (referring to Paul’s trans storyline as “stuff” makes me go 😬), but whatever. He’s not the point of all of this, so that’s the last I’m going to talk about him.

TOMMY VEGA. I AM READY TO STAN. I love Gina Torres, I already love how much heart and soul she is giving just in these quick peeks, I cannot wait to see her in action!

Also let me use this moment to say that while it’s obvious I’m not getting my Grace + Carlos friendship (that’s fine if it stays in fandom, I’ll live), I’m SO GLAD that her and Tommy are gonna be friends! One promo mentioned that Judd has known Tommy before, so it would not surprise me if they’ve been friends for awhile. LOVE THAT.

SPECULATION: This gives me a good time to just throw out a theory that I’ve been thinking about... We know Owen and Gwen are hosting Tommy at their place for a backyard dinner. I assume her husband may be there as well, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Judd and Grace are there too.

I ALSO would not be surprised if this is when one of the nights at Carlos’s place happens, like a parallel of the two dinner parties. That at least keeps every main character involved in both locations. We shall see though.

So this gathering at the firehouse seems like it’s going to be a pretty big scene, probably for episode 1. I think everyone’s gathered so that Owen can announce he’s in remission (we’ll hear him tell TK first, which is the hug that they share earlier in the trailer, I think).

But this gathering also includes a Tommy/Grace moment, a Tarlos moment, the others doing other things kind of moments. It’ll serve the same purpose as a lot of the season 1 bar scenes, and I’m so glad they’ve moved those to the firehouse. I want that place to really start feeling like a home this year.

(I want all of the locations to feel a little more grounded and special, if I’m being honest. Like, I’m SO GLAD that Carlos’s place is going to be a key location this season.)

There are now two instances of Carlos being next to Gwen (standing next to her while Owen makes an announcement and now sitting next to her at the table), so we better get some dialogue between them or I WILL BE SO UPSET. I WANT GWEN TO STAN CARLOS AS MUCH AS I DO.

EVERYONE IS SO CUTE IN THIS SCENE OKAY

TARLOS TARLOS TARLOS TARLOS

Like, WTF is TK’s face in this moment?! He looks so shy and bashful but also so happy and mushy and soft and in love. And then the way that Carlos softens because of how soft TK look?!?! WHAT IS GOING ON?!?! WHY AM I CRYING.

Seriously, I have to know what they’re talking about though to make TK fucking melt like that.

Emergency stuff blah blah blah

TARLOS KISS TARLOS KISS TARLOS KISS TARLOS KISS

IT’S SO FUCKING CASUAL AND PERFECT AND NATURAL AND LITERALLY JUST LIKE A “I came over to grab this food from you but since I’m here I might as well grab a kiss because I can’t help myself”

AND LIKE... Carlos just leans right into it?!?!?!? like it’s something that they do all the time?!?!?! WTF I LOVE THEM

Mateo watches this kiss and kind of looks like he was talking to Carlos, TK, or both of them, so I love that they’re like in the middle of conversation but still like “wait let me kiss my bf because he’s close by and so hot and I love him” SCREAMING

ALSO LET ME BE THIRSTY BUT CARLOS’S SHOULDERS AND BACK?!?!?! TK’S FUCKING ARMS?!?! I’M SO DAMN GAY

Speaking of arms: this rando bartender at the wrestling match (so Covid doesn’t last long on Lone Star, I’m assuming like 2 episodes maybe?) -- I love that they tried to put him in a tight shirt and make him look like a possible threat or something and I’m just like 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

IT’S LIKE THEY’VE NEVER SEEN CARLOS REYES BEFORE

AND THEN THE FUCKING GREEK GOD HIMSELF SAUNTERS UP WEARING A TIGHT FUCKING POLO - CHEST OUT, ARMS JACKED, HANDS IN HIS POCKETS TO DRAW ATTENTION TO HIS DICK AND I’M JUST SCREAMING AT THIS POINT

BOYFRIEND

But, like, seriously, there is no comparison. Carlos is fucking Hercules over here and this no-name wannabe boyband member could be a sand-colored rock for all I care.

YOU CANNOT COMPETE WITH CARLOS REYES, DON’T EVEN TRY IT

I do feel like these two clips (the calendar line and then Carlos’s line) are spliced together but they might not be back-to-back, and I would love to see how TK responds to the flirting before Carlos comes over

HIS FACE IS KILLING ME THOUGH WHEN CARLOS COMES UP

BLESS RONEN

I feel like I *think* I know what he’s thinking, but I also feel like I don’t. Certainly, the scene seems to end with them both smiling and happy, but I wonder if there will be a conversation about jealousy or something?! IDK BUT THEY’RE DEFINITELY GONNA TALK. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THEY SAY.

Someone posted how happy TK is going to be to have a boyfriend who is committed enough to him to be jealous, unlike Alex who didn’t care and cheated on him. I certainly think this could be a great moment for them to establish what this new relationship means for them, and I’m excited to see what they writers have planned.

I JUST LOVE CARLOS REYES THOUGH OKAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

How many times is Fox gonna use that clip of him holding his gun though? We get it, he raises his gun. I’ve seen it like 7 times at this point.

I’m not complaining, really. I’ll take his face where I can get it.

LOVING the Marjan clips

LOVING the Grace/Judd clips

LOVING the Paul clips

I LOVE ALL OF MY FAVES

CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THEM DEVELOP THIS YEAR

Hearing Rafa talk about using his voice and speaking for his community just slaughters my heart, I love this man so fucking much and I’m so happy to be discovering him at the start of his career because he is going to go on to do big things and make the world a better place with his positivity and light and love and I’m so excited to follow him on that journey I just love him okay

ALSO THE MAN LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT ARE THOSE ARMS I WANT TO DIE

THE FARMER’S MARKET SCENE

Are they shopping for food for the dinner party they’re hosting?! Maybe!

WE MEET SOME OF CARLOS’S PEOPLE

There is so much speculation surrounding who these two people could be, and I’ve heard some super interesting theories about Carlos’s backstory.

I’m gonna be basic though and stick with the fact that I think they’re his parents.

AND IF THEY ARE HIS PARENTS, THEY SEEM SO HAPPY TO MEET TK.

His dad/the man, like, shakes TK’s hand with so much gusto, a giant smile on his face

And Carlos smiles as he hugs his mom/the woman, and she’s smiling too

THEY ALL JUST SEEM SO HAPPY

I CAN’T BELIEVE WE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE AVOIDING THE HOMOPHOBIC PARENTS STORYLINE COMPLETELY

Y’ALL DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT TRAUMA

I mean, I don’t know for sure, we’re going to have to wait for the episode. But god, do I hope for it with every fiber of my being. I want their trauma, if they have to have it, to be separate from their sexuality. They’ve done so well with TK so far, I want the same for Carlos. Let the story be fresh, let it be different, LET US HAVE DIVERSE GAY STORYLINES.

Y’ALL THE TEAM HANGING OUT AT CARLOS’S PLACE

I CANNOT

I’LL NEVER BE OVER IT

HE’S PART OF THE CREW. HE’S PART OF THE FAMILY.

IT’S EVERYTHING THAT I COULD EVER WANT FOR HIM OKAY

I’M SO FUCKING HAPPY

THEY ARE SO HAPPY

WE ARE ALL SO HAPPY

I’M CRYING

I’M DEAD

LOL that was a lot but so was this promo.

Now, some somewhat sobering thoughts...

We all know season 1 had a real diversity and inclusion problem, we’ve seen the numbers. We also know that during the promotion for season 1, we ALSO got a diversity promo focusing on the LGBTQIA+ characters and the characters of color. I love that Fox wants to highlight the incredibly talented actors and characters that they have, but all of it means nothing if they are still tokens on the show.

I have full faith that season 2 will be better, that some of the justified anger and frustration made it back to the writers and they internalized it and then make some real changes. However, because we did get a diversity promo last year, I have to remain a little cautious. This promo doesn’t really mean anything and if, somehow, season 2 goes the way season 1 did, it will be another instance of Fox using the characters of color to draw people in without actually giving them screentime and development. Which is a HUGE PROBLEM. So... I’m very excited and very hopeful, but also slightly wary.

Similarly, I’ve seen people say that they’re worried that, while there is so much Tarlos in this promo, this might be all the Tarlos we get this season. I don’t share the same concern, but like the diversity issue, I understand where that comes from. There was a lot of Tarlos in season 1′s promos and, as we now know, they got screentime in episodes 1-3 and then virtually nothing until episode 10.

I kind of lost track of the filming schedule, but I think before they went on the holiday/extended hiatus, they filmed the first 5-6 episodes? Maybe? And we know that we’re getting 14 total this season, which means it’s possible that they haven’t even filmed half of them.

I think the footage that we got in this promo is from, like, 3 or 4 episodes max. Definitely episodes 1 and 2, maybe 4, possibly 5. The crossover is episode 3 and I am still expecting to barely see Carlos in it - I just think it’s going to be very fire heavy one, especially with the members of the 118 coming in to steal screentime. He could be in one scene, maybe? Idk, I’m just not expecting a lot from that episode.

And sure, we could get a lot of Tarlos at the beginning and then nothing for a whole string of episodes, but that also just doesn’t seem possible with the way they’ve restructured the relationship dynamics. Like, it really does seem like Carlos is going to be a part of the family this year, so I think it will be easier to include him and harder to delete him entirely. (Please let him at least appear in every single episode, I don’t want to be so fucking angry like last year.)

Also, if all of these scenes stay in the episodes, we are getting AT LEAST 4 Tarlos conversations - the firehouse, the wrestling match, the farmer’s market, the flirting by the truck - and other scenes of them being in the same space as part of a group. I’m sure there will be even more that we’re just not seeing. I’m very optimistic for this season and for the Tarlos content, and I really don’t think we’ll see the front-loaded imbalance that we saw last season. I think when they get back to filming the later episodes, there will be a good amount of Tarlos content in those, too!

I will say, though, that I am worried we’ve just seen the only kiss that they’ll share in the first 5 or so episodes. I’m just so used to network TV placing a limit on gay kisses, and Idk how much that has really changed in recent years. I truly love this kiss, and I hope there are more, but I would not be surprised if we end the season having only gotten like 2-3. (PLEASE LET ME BE WRONG.)

ONLY TWO MORE WEEKS UNTIL WE FIND OUT FOR SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#911 lone star #ls spoilers #ls speculation #tarlos #this is like EVERYTHING that is taking up space in my brain okay #mtnofgrace #asks

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moonlitdesertdreams · 3 years ago

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Judgement Call (Din Djarin x OC)- Chapter III

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A/N: Trigger warning for miscarriage :(

Chapter III: The Compound

Zakia couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up as she watched her Mandalorian attempt to ride a Blurrg.

He was growing frustrated quickly after being thrown to the ground time after time, and the Ugnaught just watched. He insisted that being a lady, Zakia would be spared the lesson as long as Din was able to master it. There was no need for them both to learn the skill if only one was needed to direct the reins.

“Perhaps if you removed your helmet.” The Ugnaught called from his position beside Zakia.

She tensed, expecting a snappy remark about Mandalorian culture. Din surprised her, sitting up with hands propped behind him.

“Perhaps he remembers I tried to roast him.”

The Ugnaught shook his head, motioning to the Blurrg which paced aimlessly about the corral. “This is a female. The males are all eaten during mating.”

Zakia gave a one-shoulder shrug, tightening her headwrap. “Least I’m not alone.”

After another failed attempt and Din inquiring about a landspeeder instead of the creatures, the Ugnaught pointed at his chestplate. “You are a Mandalorian. Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur! Surely you can ride this young foal?”

Zakia watched the creature grunt and growl at Mando, but her partner seemed to have a realization at the Ughnaught’s words. He approached slower, murmuring to the beast. This time, he was not bucked off, and Zakia smiled brightly in his direction before remembering her face was concealed.

“‘Bout time, Mando!”

A brief lesson in long-distance riding passed, and the Ugnaught helped them saddle and mount the Blurrg. The creatures had a sharp slope to their back which made riding more taxing, but a special saddle lessened the effort. Their shared Blurrg huffed in protest when Zakia neared, but it merely shuffled about. Mando extended a hand from its back, and the blonde firmly grasped onto him. She pushed off the ground, and Din used his strength to catapult her onto the animal behind him. They settled quickly, and followed their guide into the rocks of Arvala-7. They crossed long stretches of cracked ground and rocky cliffs, the Blurrg toddling about as their riders directed.

It was at a cliff overlooking a circular clearing that the Ugnaught drew to a halt. Zakia peeked out from where she had been using Din’s cloak as a barrier between her back and the sun, squinting at the harsh light. She leaned around Mando, trying to catch a glimpse of the hideout.

“That is where you will find your quarry.”

Din offered the Ugnaught a small stack of credits, but the creature shook his head. “Please. You deserve this.”

“Since these ones arrived, this territory has been an endless stream of mercenaries seeking reward and bringing destruction.” Their faithful guide looked out over the hideout, and Zakia used Mando’s shoulders as leverage so she could do the same.

“Then why guide us?”

“They do not belong here. Those that live here come to seek peace. There will be no peace until they’re gone.” The Ugnaught appeared sad as he spoke, and Zakia turned to him while keeping a hand on Mando’s hip to steady herself.

“Then why do you help?”

A thoughtful look took over the normally neutral face of the small man. “I have never met a Mandalorian. I have only read the stories. If they are true, you will make quick work of it. Then there will again be peace.”

The other Blurrg spun as its ride tugged the reins. “I have spoken.”

As the alien moved away, Zakia shifted behind Din. “And I’m chopped liver.”

The pair placed themselves on a rocky protrusion, staying low to avoid detection. Zakia withdrew a pair of thermal binoculars and Mando followed suit with a small scope. She lost count while trying to assess the number of enemies.

“There’s too many.” She muttered, lowering the binoculars.

“Oh no.” Din groaned from beside her, and Zakia looked to him.

“What is it?”

Another glance through the scope and he answered: “Bounty droid.”

Zakia dropped her forehead against her arms. Bounty droids were, by far, one of the worst inventions. In her opinion. She did not share Mando’s severe aversion to droids, but she hated the bounty droids. Mindless machines created to take credits away from hardworking hunters like herself when she used to travel alone. “I hate those things.”

She watched the IG unit approach the hideout, its speakers blaring the pre-programmed surrender orders that were the same throughout all models. When one of the enemies- they appeared to be Nikto- lifted a blaster, the unit began firing. It took down several of the Nikto, though many escaped into the fortress of a building.

Din stood, shaking his head. “Droids.”

Zakia rolled her eyes at his dramatics but stood, sliding down the rocky slope a few steps behind the Mandalorian. He followed the droid’s path in, but hid behind pillars as he did so. Zakia stayed low to the ground, using various barrels and crates for shelter. Both blasters drawn, she had them at the ready on either side.

“IG unit! Stand down!” Din’s command was echoed by a blaster shot that ricocheted off his gleaming Beskar pauldron. Zakia scrambled for cover as Mando was tossed in the direction of her hiding place by the force of the droid’s shot.

“We’re in the Guild, you rusty pile!” Zakia snapped, snatching the tracking fob from Mando’s waist as he stood. She waved it around so the droid could see.

“You are Guild members? I thought I was the only one on assignment.” The IG until’s monotone crackled out of its speakers like it needed an upgrade.

“You thought wrong.” Zakia lowered the blasters, allowing Din to shove them both towards cover. The Mandalorian stuck his helmet out to watch the droid.

“So much for the element of surprise!” He hissed. Zakia shook her head, but kept both blasters primed and drawn.

“Sadly, I must ask for your fob. I have already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine.”

Zakia opened her mouth in what was doubtlessly going to be a loud and sarcastic remark, but Din held up a hand and swiveled to face their annoyingly by-the-book counterpart.

“Unless I’m mistaken, your are, as of yet, empty-handed.” Mando growled.

Almost childishly, the droid answered: “This is true.”

“I have a suggestion.” The Mandalorian made sure that Zakia was watching their back as he attempted negotiation with the droid.

“Proceed.”

“We split the reward.” Din offered. Zakia turned to him in shock. He told her there was a camtono of Beskar waiting. There was no way he would endanger something so precious to Mandalorian culture.

“This is acceptable.”

Mando sighed, “Great. Now let’s regroup, out of harm’s way, and form a plan.”

Zakia knocked her head against the stone pillar as the droid began to chatter about merit, but quickly snapped to attention when blaster fire began.

“Oh no. Alert. Alert. Alert.”

Din lunged out from his hiding spot to shoot the droid’s assailant. Another came out firing from a compound door, and Zakia was quick to drop him in the threshold. They began making their way across the compound, attacks coming from every direction.

“I’ll go high. You take out the ones on the ground.” Zakia exchanged a nod with Mando, and he yelled to the droid to move. Zakia took out most of the opponents using high ground to their advantage, while Mando and the droid focused on the ground assault. Zakia lowered a blaster once to shoot a Nikto who came careening out a door towards them, dropping him with a bolt hole in the head. They ended up ducking behind a wagon for cover, where Din withdrew his fob and checked the proximity to their target. A large utility door that was slid shut hid most of the compound’s insides, and the Mandalorian motioned to it.

“He’s in there.”

“Affirmative.” The droid said.

Both living hunters ran for cover behind more stable items, while the IG until remained in the open. Zakia might have some disdain for bounty droids, but she was impressed purely by the firepower and whirling machinery. Her and Din were separated by almost fifty feet, her behind a stack of thick crates and him with his back pressed into a stone wall. They fired off shots whenever the Nikto’s fire slowed, and the creature’s numbers seemed to steadily decrease.

Mando was exchanging words with the droid- both of whom were too far for Zakia to hear, while she continued firing upon the Nikto whenever she had the chance. She saw Mando run for the utility door’s controls, pulling at the panel whilst the IG unit covered him. Zakia kept up her shooting, helping the droid distract the Nikto’s from Din’s actions.

It became abundantly clear they were outnumbered. A Nikto dropped off the roof in front of Zakia, and she was quick to grab the dagger Din hid in her boot to slash at the creature’s throat. It choked momentarily before dropping, and she staggered back a few steps. She was still at least thirty paces from Din and the IG unit, who were back to back behind a stone wall. Zakia dropped to her knees, pressing her back into a stack of metal storage grates while she primed both blasters and replaced her dagger.

“Shit.” She spat, hauling in breaths in an attempt to keep her nerves in check. They were vastly outnumbered, with no reasonable chance of escape.

“We’re shooting our way out!”

Din’s voice was faint, barely audible over the chaos and blood rushing to her ears. Zakia leaned forward to watch her partner, who nodded in the direction of their enemies. She returned the gesture, swinging out from her post at the same time as Mando.

She froze. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A heavy repeating blaster was hovering at the mouth of the compound, one Nikto hanging onto the controls. He began firing at their appearance, and all three hunters found themselves pinned into their hiding spots to dodge the heavy fire. Zakia looked across the open space to the Mandalorian and the droid, watching as Din gestured towards the E-Web. He noticed Zakia’s glance and pointed at the droid then in the direction of the repeater.

“Drawing their fire. Got it.” Zakia nodded, and watched the IG across a short span of open space. The artilleryman immediately shot at the unit, and Zakia took the opportunity to peek above her crates and fire off two shots. One sent the gunner flying, and another took out the Nikto attempting to replace him. A grappling hook from the Mandaloraian’s armor shot out and hooked the blaster, spinning it back onto its owners. Zakia sped from her cover and hopped into the gunner position. Her slight form barely tipped the weapon’s hover matrix, but after she pushed the repeater its weight assisted her in spinning it. She aimed for each and every Nikto that was visible, spinning in a hard circle and keeping her finger tight on the trigger the whole time. The noise was almost unbearable and the recoil was enough to send her tumbling but she held on until no one else looked to be moving.

Mando was crouched down behind her and the droid was laid up against a wall near the door Din and been fumbling with. Zakia raised a brow and stepped carefully from the E-Web’s base. The circle had cast a bit of dizziness over her senses, but her adrenaline was pumping.

“Whew! Damn, that was crazy.” She rested her hands on her knees, pretending not to hear the chuckle that slipped through Mando’s voice modulator.

“Well done.” The mechanical voice whirred up again, sounding even more broken than before. “I will disengage self-destruct initiative.”

Zakia raised a brow under her headwrap. “Self-destruct?”

“He was trying to opt out when we got pinned.” Din told her, striding to the downed droid and helping pull to its feet. “You know, you’re not so bad. For a droid.”

“Agreed.” The robot replied.

Zakia nodded. Despite their initial spat, the droid had assisted them greatly. His relative invulnerability compared to her and Mando had come in handy. “I also agree. You took a good hit, though, is everything-” She waved a hand from head to toe, “-functional?”

“Running a quick diagnostic.”

The IG’s cylindrical head spun around once, and the whirring of computer parts echoed in the silent space. “It had missed my central wiring harness.”

“Is that good?” Din asked.

Zakia, disregarding their usual job professionalism, stepped forward. “Yes, darling, that is good.”

“The lady is correct.”

She could sense the eyeroll.

“Well…” The Mandalorian drawled. “Now we just need to get the door open.”

Zakia opted not to be the one firing the E-Web as they all debated using it as an impromptu way to bust down the door. Her ears were still ringing from the first go around with the gun, and she had no desire to swing around on it again.

Thankfully in Mando’s hands, the door was opened quickly and efficiently. The IG until broke down the smoldering metal after it had been thoroughly shot apart. Zakia could smell the burning steel, wrinkling her nose and stepping in behind Din. She jumped in surprise as the Mandalorian drew his blaster and fired in quick succession, taking out an ambush before she could spot it.

“Anyone else?”

No answer.

They continued into the darkened room. It was full of discarded items and random tech that the Nikto obviously lacked the skills to use. Zakia wandered out on Mando’s left side, approaching a pallet of empty camtonos and a strange white container. It was covered partially with netting, and Zakia pushed it away gently.

“Zakia,” Mando started, “It’s-”

She leapt back as the sides of the white container slid open, revealing a bundle of blankets hidden inside. Her jaw dropped as the contents became apparent.

It was a child.

The tiny form was green in color, with impossibly big eyes and ears. The ears were the length of its head, and the eyes watered nervously as she watched. It cooed softly at the blonde, reaching up tiny hands in her direction. Her heart skipped a beat, and her mouth moved like a fish out of water. She didn’t do children anymore.

Not since her own was taken from her.

“Miss! Miss, you have to relax! We’ll take care of you.”

Zakia’s vision was blurred by tears and the red-headed healer stroked her face gently. The pain shooting from her stomach into her legs was near unbearable, and she was sure the blaster bolt tore her to pieces.

“The Mandalorian- w-where is he?” She gasped for breath.

“Mandalorian?” The healer was frantically mixing some herbs together in a bowl, mashing them into a paste. “There was no Mandalorian when we found you. But you’re very hurt. Let me help you.”

The woman’s voice had a soothing quality about it that Zakia couldn’t fight against. She went limp against the bed. A sting on her neck and the throbbing, radiating pain in her body began to slow.

“I need to do surgery to remove the debris. This potion will render you unconscious.” The healer brushed a hand over Zakia’s wild hair, bringing the mixing bowl close to her nose.

She shook her head, trying to get away from it. “You- you can’t cut- I’m-”

“What is it?” The healer pulled the bowl away, allowing Zakia a final pure breath.

“I’m p-pregnant.”

Her savior froze, and Zakia felt her hands feel her abdomen. She didn’t flinch as the woman gently moved her legs, but she did track her as soon as she was back in view. The red-head looked on the brim of tears herself, and bit her lip.

“I’m so sorry.”

Zakia’s agonizing wail stopped as the potion was forced under her nose.

Zakia shook off the memory and turned back to Din, trying not to betray the emotion on her face. “T-this can’t be it. You said it was fifty years old.”

“Species age differently. Perhaps it could live for centuries.” The droid offered, stepping forward to examine the creature. “Sadly, we’ll never know.”

“No!” Din stopped the droid, while Zakia sat mute on the floor. Her normal sarcasm had abandoned her, and she knew the Mandalorian knew exactly what was wrong. “We’ll bring it in alive.”

“The commission was quite specific.” The droid said, pulling a blaster and aiming it past Zakia at the tiny bundle. “The asset was to be terminated.”

The Mandalorian was unmoving, but Zakia could see the fingers going for his blaster. He was too slow.

A shot was fired, and the child cried out in fright.

The IG dropped into a heap on the ground, smoke pouring from the hole in its head. Zakia dropped the blaster as soon as she’d fired, standing up. Her thoughts were swirling, clawing at one another like caged tigers. This thing was their bounty. It was a job.

But it was a baby.

Mando stepped forward, and Zakia swallowed thickly. She couldn’t do more than stare at her blaster as it laid on the floor.

“I couldn’t- I couldn’t let it-” She stuttered, but Mando spared her the embarrassment. His gloved hand reached out and wrapped around the back of her neck in a strange gesture of comfort.

“I know.”

#din djarin x oc #din djarin #the mandalorian #mandalorian #blurrg #ig-11 #star wars #mando x oc #oc

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just a little sweeter (pt. 7)

BIPOC rec: Check out Elsa Majimbo on IG. She makes hilarious videos about everything, especially poking fun about life in these COVID times. They make me laugh so much. And for some arty stuff, check out Allenmoreworks. She’s posting some stunning pieces.

w.c. 2.1k (fluuuuuuff, i’m realizing there is a lot less angst in this story than in the last one. hope you guys don’t mind that lol)

pt.1; pt.2; pt.3; pt.4; pt.5; pt.6

“You’re sure I’m allowed to be here?”

“Yes,” Jihoon laughs as he lets her into the company building.

She wraps him in a hug, and he can smell the coffee he loves in her hair. “Hi.”

Jihoon smiles at her. “Hi.”

“So, where is everyone?”

“Called it a night,” Jihoon tells her. They head to the elevator.

“And Eunha?”

“Sleeping on the couch in the studio.”

She lifts an eyebrow.

“I can’t let her stay home alone. My daughter’s not even 2,” he explains.

“But if she’s sleeping, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I have to finish this album. There were some things the members didn’t like in the final mix.” Jihoon pushes off the wall and leads her out the elevator and down the hall.

She trails after him in awe of the bare white walls and glass doors. “This is more business-like than I anticipated.”

Jihoon glances over his shoulder. “Oh. Yeah. Studio’s not that bad.” He pushes the studio door open and leads her into the room. Sitting on the table in front of Eunha is a phone that’s on a call. He picks it up to end it.

“Did you use an iPhone as a baby monitor?” she demands.

He nods as he tosses the phone on the desk. “Yeah.”

She turns, admiring the room. The neon lights are on, which cast a blue haze over everything. The red neon light of ‘Woozi’s studio’ near his workspace highlights that area.

“Thoughts?”

“Very… unlike you,” she comments, smiling at him. “More colour than I was anticipating. But also your style.” She hums. “Hard to describe.”

They both glance over at the couch when they hear Eunha mumbling. Jihoon is about to reach for her, but she gets to his daughter first. She scoops Eunha up and Eunha immediately rests on her shoulder, arms around her neck.

“You didn’t have to,” Jihoon says.

She shakes her head. “You asked me to keep you awake so you could finish your album. I brought a book. I’m here for conversation and to babysit,” she chuckles.

Jihoon holds the back of his ‘guest’ chair and she sits on it. She readjusts Eunha so that her little head is cradled in the crook of her elbow. The little girl is all pudgy limbs that curl around her. She brushes hair off of Eunha’s forehead and looks up to see Jihoon’s fond expression.

“Stop that,” she whispers.

Jihoon feels his face warm at getting caught. “Do you wanna hear some of the album?”

“Of course I do. You don’t know how much I’ve been anticipating hearing a work in progress.”

Jihoon plays a few tracks for her, stopping right before the parts he needs to change. The members were right. Some of the songs are not his best work and can be tweaked a bit to be hits. He watches her microexpressions, catching the tilt of her head at some parts. He mentally flags them for later.

“They don’t call you a genius for nothing.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

“You’re good, Jihoon.” She rocks the chair back and forth as Eunha begins moving in her sleep.

“Well, thanks, I guess.”

“Can we just talk about how good lunch was yesterday?” she asks, changing the subject.

Jihoon snorts. “Yes, we can. It was so good I made the members order it for lunch today.”

She grins. “I know the odds of there being leftovers is a long shot.”

Jihoon shakes his head. “I was planning on being in late and ordered us both something. It’s in the fridge.”

Her jaw drops. “You sneak. You were going to ask me over regardless.”

Since their first date, the two have been nonstop communicating. If they can’t see each other for a coffee break (not in her café) or a meal, they’ll video chat after Eunha’s gone to bed or in the morning before she goes to work. Somehow, his baby winds up in the call at some point or another, regardless of when they chat.

Jihoon shrugs. “Is that a bad thing?”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “No, it’s not.” Jihoon watches as she reaches for her bag on the floor to grab her book. She manages to do so without waking his daughter.

“You know, the members have been worried,” he says once she’s upright.

She puts her book on the desk and lifts her feet to prop them on his chair. “Yeah, they make a few comments when they come to pick up coffee.”

Jihoon frowns. “Like…?”

“Nothing rude. Warnings, I guess.”

“About…?”

“Just…” She tilts her head. “That you’ve been hurt before and that I should walk away if I’m not committed.”

He holds back an eye roll. “I’m surprised you haven’t run away yet.”

“What do you mean?” she chuckles.

“Just that… well, one, I have a full-on child. And two, I have overprotective members. You haven’t even met my mother yet.”

She nods. “Yeah, I know. I’m insane.”

Jihoon studies her. He can’t help but feel his heart swell every time she turns her attention to Eunha. The way she looks holding his daughter makes him want to laugh or cry or something. And he gets caught every time he watches her like this, interacting with his daughter. There’s no real point to be embarrassed anymore.

Doesn’t stop him from turning red every time anyway.

“I told my mom about you,” she says, her eyes on Eunha.

“What? Me or Eunha?”

She snorts and looks up at him. “You, you dolt.”

“And?”

“I let slip that you have a daughter.”

Jihoon’s stomach clenches at the thought of someone else knowing. “It’s your mom. I don’t mind.”

She gauges his expression. “As soon as I said it, I knew I shouldn’t have.”

“Sharing things with your mom is a good thing. I hope that Eunha gets to have that one day.” Jihoon takes a deep breath. “What… what did she say?”

“About you having a daughter? Plenty.” She chews her bottom lip. “Do you want to hear it?”

Jihoon hesitates for a second, but nods.

“She thinks I’m crazy to even consider being involved with you. You’re an idol, first of all. She thinks the lifestyle is crazy. She ultimately wants someone who dotes on me.” She shrugs. “I don’t blame her for that one. But when she found out about Eunha, she…” She tips her head both ways. “Let’s just say that if she could ground me and control everything I did from that day on, she’d make it so I moved back home and was never allowed to date anyone ever again. Because clearly I can’t make decisions.”

Jihoon whistles. “That’s… harsh.”

“I haven’t had a boyfriend in a long time. She wants to know what’s possessing me to date someone who already has daughter.”

“We come as a package deal.”

“And… I know that.” She pulls Eunha closer. “Or at least, I think I do.”

Jihoon starts to turn in his chair towards the screen. “So why?”

“Why what?”

“Why… date me?”

She lifts an eyebrow, a small smile on her lips. “You want a list?”

Jihoon pulls up the file he needs and slides his notebook closer. “I… thought I was undateable because I have Eunha. Figured that no one would be willing to be with someone who already has a kid. Especially at our age.”

“Ah. You also think I’m crazy.”

Jihoon glances over at her, finally seeing the smile quirking her lips. “I just want to know why.”

“You have a good heart. You’re a good person, talented, with a career.” She shrugs. “It doesn’t hurt that you’re good looking. What more could I ask for?”

“Someone without a kid.”

She snorts. “I’m surprised you want to date me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I could walk away at any moment, break your heart and make life even more difficult for you.” She picks up her book and holds it in her other hand. “I don’t know what you see in me that would be any bonus for you and your daughter.”

A couple hours pass. She’s dozed during the slow songs that Jihoon is mixing. They talk about light topics when he wants to keep his mind off the songs. But when Eunha starts whining, she gets up to go for a walk.

“Do you want your food?” she asks, holding Eunha to her chest. The kid’s head rests on her shoulder, the whining about to turn into sobbing. She presses a kiss to the back of Eunha’s head. “Do you want to stay with Daddy?” she whispers.

Eunha grips her tighter and Jihoon has to fight a smile. “If you don’t mind grabbing it on your own.”

“I can get it,” she snorts. “Tell me where it is.”

Jihoon instructs her to where the kitchen is. In the kitchen, she manages to get the food out of the fridge.

Before she can heat it, Eunha suddenly wakes up. As she looks around the dimly lit kitchen without her dad, she begins whimpering.

“Hey kiddo,” she hums, putting down the plate she was about to put in the microwave. “Hey, hey.”

Eunha’s whimpers start to crescendo to crying.

“Okay, okay.” She goes to turn the light on and Eunha squints at the brightness. “You’re okay. We’re at the studio. Daddy’s in the next room.” Eunha stares at her with red cheeks and tears welling in her eyes. “Do you remember me, hmm? We’re just going to make food and then we’re going straight back to Daddy’s office.” She turns Eunha towards the open containers on the counter. “Look, food.”

Eunha blinks away her tears, her crying subsiding to uneven breathing.

“See? You’re alright.” She uses her thumb to wipe away some of the tears. “If you’re going to stay awake, do you want me to put you—oh, okay.” Before she can finish her sentence, Eunha’s head is back on her shoulder. She bounces Eunha up and down as she puts the food in the microwave.

By the time she gets back to Jihoon, carefully balancing a child and a plate of food in each hand, Eunha is asleep again. At the sound of the door opening, Jihoon looks back over his shoulder. He gets to his feet to grab the plates out of her hands. He bends a bit to get a look at Eunha’s face.

“Did she cry?”

“Yeah, she did.” She follows him to the desk. “She’s asleep now, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is.” He sets the plates down and then manoeuvres Eunha into his arms. She lies against his chest.

“Now, I’m cold,” she chuckles.

Jihoon turns in his seat towards the couch. “There’s a blanket here somewhere.”

She sees it on the couch. She wraps it around her shoulders and sits back down. “How’s the music going?”

Jihoon shakes his head. “Let’s talk about something else. I can’t talk about it anymore.”

“That’s saying something,” she murmurs. They’re quiet for a moment, tucking into their food. “How are your parents?”

“My parents?” Jihoon tips his head at the question. “They’re good.”

“And have you told them about me?”

“Ah,” Jihoon chuckles. He carefully bends forward to eat. “Yes, I have actually.”

“And?”

“Be careful,” he quotes his mother. “After Eunha’s mother, they’re protective of us.” He presses a kiss to Eunha’s head.

She eats quietly, mulling this over. If this were just a case of two 20-somethings dating, then she doubts either of their parents would have much to say about them testing it out. But because of Eunha, it either needs to be serious or nothing. It’s an interesting way to date, she finds. It puts so much pressure on the early stages of a relationship to work out. Now it’s not just about whether she likes Jihoon; now she needs to consider if she wants to be involved in Eunha’s life too.

Jihoon must see all of this on her face. “I understand if you’re scared away by that.”

She smirks.

“It’s a lot of pressure to put on you.”

“And you.” She lightly kicks his knee. “You’re expecting yourself to be able to be the best judge of character. You’re not leaving any room for error here.”

His voice quiets. “I’d really hate to be wrong.”

“About?”

“You, me, Seventeen, this little one and how I raise her.”

“Those last couple ones are all you. You can control those things.” She takes another bite. “As of right now, I think I’m more a figment of your imagination than anything else.” She reaches for the water bottle in her bag. “But that’s why I’m here. To make me real. And to make you real to me.”

“You know,” Jihoon turns to scribble her words into his notebook, “if the café doesn’t work out, you could be a lyricist.”

She snorts, watching Jihoon carefully as he balances Eunha on his chest, his fork in his hand and the computer mouse in his other. “Could I? I don’t think so.”

#woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt #lee jihoon scenarios #lee jihoon

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