Hello! I ran into your skin Fading echoes and was curious if you had any tips for coding a main forum that is hover/tabbed for the rp section like that? I've been searching everywhere for something similar, or even tips on how to start that style. I saw one waaaaaay back in the day and fell in love. I'm an amateur skinner with big dreams, so if you have any advice or sources that would help learn to make a main forum body like that, I'd love to have them!
Sure! I can't claim that the method I used for Fading Echoes was the most efficient, since it was my one of my first attempts actually getting tabbed forums to work - on a skin I planned to sell, no less - but hey. If it works, it works.
I would like to also mention in advance before I explain these convoluted methods that Niobe & FizzyElf have a script resource for tabbing forums and categories. I didn't come across this until MUCH later, after I'd already sold Fading Echoes, which may be a better and more efficient method than the ones I'm about to explain.
The "Style" of Skin
First things first: typically, when you're making a skin for a Jcink forum using HTML Templates, you're expected to only put one type of markup/structure per template and the system then repeats it for every instance where that structure is meant to occur - i.e. you only write a single forum row structure, and that structure is repeated for every forum, etc.
For example, we have my WIP "Kingdom of Calamity" skin, which has the same forum row style in every category, each of them identical to the last and the next:
(Where you can see all the structures are identical when viewed from the index, and there's only one set of markup in the Forum Row template for the skin.)
When you mention skins "of that style" in your ask, I'm assuming that you mean skins with a highly customized index like Fading Echoes, where every category has a different layout for their forums. In these instances - a custom index where forums in certain categories are going to have a drastically different structures from one another, and isn't something manageable with CSS - I give each of them their own markup.
This means that you'll have multiple sets of markup for each different structure you want, for each different template. This is less important for the Category Headers, and more important for the Forum Rows.
As an example in this case, take my WIP "Garden of Dreams" skin: it has a different layout for its forums in each category, and even the layout of each forum per category wildly varies from one another-
If you look under the hood of the skin inside of the HTML Templates - specifically, the Forum Rows - you'll see that I have a lot more markup here than a normal skin calls for:
This is because for each different forum that's going to have a different structure or layout, I'm writing completely new markup for it.
That's the general "gist" behind skins with custom indexes or ones done in this style: we're not using a single markup style with hard-coded elements (though that can also be done) but customizing each category and each forum to its exact placement on the index and in the skin.
To do this, I do two things:
First, slap IDs on fucking everything, and I mean everything. You can see in my screenshot the first few forums (for "announcements" and "moderation" respectively) that the first attribute on those containers is an ID for "fr-(ID variable)". I also have IDs on the category for "cat-(ID variable)". I've started to make it a habit in my newer skins to put an ID variable on anything and everything I can get my grubby little raccoon mitts on in the skin, up to and including even the body element and anything within that such as categories, forums, post containers, profiles, etc.
That sets you up for the second thing, which is setting all forum/custom containers to "display: none" with a style attribute. I do this to prohibit any and all structures from displaying by default in every category, and potentially mucking stuff up when their styles, size, or formatting isn't compatible with the new/other/different category and surrounding forums.
These two steps, when combined, make it so you can selectively chokehold any elements on your index and wrestle them into submission with CSS - making sure they're visible where they need to be, and hidden where they don't need to be.
(And please, for God's sake, make sure your ID's are unique to only that container/element. That's a mistake I made often in my earlier skins that could have saved me a lot of grief: CLASSES are for repetition and grouping. ID's are not.)
Tabs on the Index
So, I can admit that I've never experimented with a hover on the forums before - mostly, because I still consider complex hovers and transitions to be my arch nemesis (although, it is on my list of things to eventually master) and I can't imagine that hovers are so different that the information provided above wouldn't be helpful in some manner. So, do as you will with that.
Tabs, however, can be accomplished in a variety of ways. In general, I consider there to be two separate ways to get tabs on something:
Using Javascript/jQuery/some type of script to trigger events for clicking.
Using radio button inputs and CSS to control display, also for a click or selection event.
They're both means to the same end, in some regard: you click on something, usually a button. That button controls what shows or hides. It's just the inside stuff that changes.
Funny enough, using a script of some sort is going to be what I consider the more "beginner friendly" option, and it's what I used for the tabs in Fading Echoes. In fact, I used this script in specific, which is a tutorial one from W3 Schools, and I just modified it to use the forum stuff instead of city names. It's important to keep in mind that for Fading Echoes, I also had unique Category Headers (new markup) for every single category, as well as unique Forum Rows like discussed above. I put the "tablinks" (the buttons/labels used as tabs) inside of the category markup, and I just created a new forum layout for the IC/RP forum containers as the "tabcontent". That make it so the tabs only displayed in that category, and specifically only worked for the forums with a corresponding ID number.
There are also other scripting methods of doing this, like Noire's script that I mentioned at the start of this. And that one, if memory serves, wouldn't force you to make multiple different category types like Fading Echoes did.
The method of radio buttons/inputs is also possible to use, though it does require you to have a good working understanding of using radio buttons for toggles - because if you don't understand what's going on with :checked attributes, you may not understand how to write your CSS in order to select the correct forum to display. I've done this method only once, on my vaguely "House of Night" themed skin that I'm still working on, and while it's a little buggy in some regards, it's also very much functional!
Here, I just made a second forum row structure (the other forums all use the same type of structure) and put the input/radio button inside of the forum, along with it's label, and corresponding elements for the forum. Then, the toggle - or which forum is displayed when you click on the tab - is controlled via CSS, as is the case with most input-based tabs like this.
Full disclaimer, the "little buggy" part I mentioned is that I had to use jQuery to get the correct tab to select when the page first loads, before a user clicks on any tabs. Otherwise, it was trying to select the first radio button/label combo on the page, which was technically in another category for a forum that had that "display: none" property set on it. (Remember, each forum structure you put in your "Forum Rows" HTML Template will get used for every forum being displayed. By putting IDs on them, we're just hiding them from showing with CSS, but they still very much exist on the page.)
If you've never worked with CSS tabs before, I have a few versions on my portfolio site that are considered "base" templates you can play around with:
Basic HTML & CSS Tabs
Basic HTML & CSS Accordion
Basic HTML & CSS Checkbox Toggle
I'd highly recommend getting used to them as a template for a post, to make sure you're really grasping how they work and the CSS selectors at play, before you try putting them into a skin.
I hope that helps, and as always, I'm willing to answer any coding questions people might have - not just stuff related to my work, but also general "how does [X] work" or "how do you do [Y]" - provided that I know the answer. I'll be the first to admit that I'm very much self-taught, and not a professional. I don't know everything, but I'm a Google search away from learning at least one new thing.
Hi honey ^^! Hope you are doing just great, i was wondering if i can ask for a Pedro One Shot, where he's in a relationship with a more young female reader (she's 25), and one day when all started with a cuddle sesion after days where they can't see each other, the cuddles just turn into something else, the reader and Pedro just want to feel each other with loving amd cute sex but of course with a lot of pleasure.
Hi lovely <3 I'm sorry for the little wait since I'm a little busy with irl things but I loved this request idea :) I hope I did it justice with the cute and loving aspect of things. Thank you for requesting ✨
Summary: Pedro returns home from TLOU filming and you both cuddle in bed watching a movie. But as you both get closer you just so happen to make up for all the lost time in other ways.
Pairing: Pedro x !f reader
Warnings: Oral (f receiving), p in v sex that is unprotected (what can I say I love it but still, safe sex is great sex first and foremost), creampie (i think it's fitting since they've been apart). Besides that, just a pile of loving Pedro <3
Word Count: 3.3k
Masterlist
You were waiting at the airport for Pedro, twiddling your fingers as you wanted to watch him walk through those doors. After a few weeks of being away due to him filming for The Last of Us, you were practically wanting to hug him for hours on end to make up for the lost time. You knew he loved his jobs but the distance could be a little hard on you both as you wished you could be on set with him. But all the missing him went away the minute you saw his infamous curls and his luggage. You ran to him and he let go of his luggage to hug you back, his warm embrace making you smile so widely. He always knew how to make you feel safe in his arms, like the world could never touch either one of you when you were together. He kissed your head a few times, the soft intimacy feeling like home.
“How’s mi vida doing?” You loved the names he had for you, always finding a new one every day.
“I’m doing better now that I’m seeing you.” You pulled your head up to see his tired eyes looking down at you, still full of love. He kissed your forehead, your nose, both your cheeks, and then your lips as a 4 part because he told you that how could he only kiss one part of you.
“Still so beautiful. You get better every day you know that?” He grabbed his luggage and you led him to the elevator that led to the parking lot. You got in first and he followed before you pressed the floor number.
“I could say the same for you. You age like fine wine.” He rolled his eyes as the elevator doors closed.
“Fine wine you say? Might have to pop open one of the bottles we’ve been saving.” You had already planned on opening one of his favorite bottles, a 1975 Napa Valley wine that he had been saving for a while. You figured two glasses wouldn’t hurt and it would be a nice surprise along with the dinner that you had planned for him.
“I have it all planned out. All you have to do is just relax since you seem to want to move around too much.”
“Me? Moving around? Maybe,” It was your turn to roll your eyes as the elevator dinged and the doors opened, letting you both walk out.
“I will strap you down to a chair if I have to.”
“Strap me down? Don’t threaten me with a good time,” You playfully hit his arm as you hit the car alarm on your key to find where you parked.
“You never remember where you park do you?”
“It’s not my fault the lot is so big.”
“We’ve been in the smallest of lots and you still forget.” You ignored that last comment as you saw the lights on your car blinking all the way down to the end.
“See, I remember.”
“Sure you do.” You both walked down to the end a little faster, popping the hood of your car and helping him put his luggage in. Once you closed the trunk you hopped into the driver’s seat and he went into the passenger seat, having to move the seat back far for him to fit.
“How close up do you have to be?”
“It’s not my fault I’m average height and you’re taller than me.” You started the car and began to pull out, looking for the exit to get out.
“You mean below average height?”
“Still gonna make fun of that doctor’s appointment huh?” Once he heard that the nurse said you were below average height, he never let it go.
“Your face was priceless hun. But you know I love your height.” He took your hand that was resting on the gear and kissed it before you pulled it away to turn and get out of the lot. The drive was short with Pedro being the DJ and playing Prince tracks all the way home which you found to be endearing. Hearing him sing a little off-key during Purple Rain put you in a fit of laughter as he fell right back into his fantasy of singing with Prince. But that all came to an end when you pulled into the driveway of your shared home. Turning off the car right when the song ended.
“Thank you for the performance of a lifetime.” You joked, and he rolled his eyes.
“You got all the jokes don’t you?”
“I’m a part time comedian, didn’t you know?” You both got out of the car, walking to the back of the trunk and popped it.
“Oh so there’s more than just the 20 hats you wear in a day.” You pulled his luggage out and handed it to him. You close the trunk and you both went walking to the pathway leading to your front door.
“What am I? Cat in the Hat to you?”
“Maybe. You just have so many things in that head of yours that I can’t wait to see.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you opened the door. Just as you walked in you were greeted by Edgar who ran over to you both to get his usual head pats and hugs. You petted him before he ran to Pedro, jumping all over him and Pedro gave him all the love in the world. You knew that he would forget about his luggage so you brought it in and set it in the living room, kicking off your shoes just as Pedro finished with Edgar.
“I see Edgar let me have you back,” You joked as Edgar ran off to somewhere, presumably to his dog bed.
“Hey, he may be man’s best friend but you’re man’s best lover.”
“That acting gig of yours really pays off you know?”
“I know. It led me to finding you on set.” He began to take his luggage and bring it to the room just as you were taking off your jacket and hanging it up in the closet. You walked into the bedroom to see Pedro already taking off his outer layers, your eyes drifting to his soft belly that was showing due to his shirt rolling up. He caught your stare and playfully stripped off his pants, making you burst into laughter when he took them off and swung them in the air before landing it in the hamper.
“Stick to the acting.” You took off your outer layers and climbed into the bed, him following suit right after.
“You know you loved the show.” He pulled up next to you and put his hand on your waist, making butterflies grow in your stomach.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”
“You’re so cute when you lie.” He tickled you a little, making you jump.
“Ah, please don’t!” Your eyes widened as he got on top of you, rolling up your shirt.
“Please what? Oh you want me to tickle you?” The mischievous smirk on his face made you frantically shake your head no. He dove in anyway, ticking your sides as you cracked up.
“A-Ah! P-Pedro!” You were squirming with tears in your eyes from laughter as he tickled you.
“Say please,”
“Please!” You barely got it out but once you did, he stopped and wiped his eyes from the tears, his rich laugh filling the room. He let you catch your breath as he laid back down beside you.
“Payback is a bitch.” You were already devising a plan to get back at him.
“We’ll see about that.” He wrapped his arm around your waist again, snuggling close to you. You smiled as you looked out the window, enjoying the soft glow of the sun entering the room. As you were cuddling, he drew light circles on your exposed skin thanks to your shirt still rolled up from his previous antics. You snuggled closer to him by scooching back, feeling him pressed up against your back. The close proximity made you smile, his warm embrace and the tender intimacy making you forget all about the world and the troubles in it.
“I really missed you hun. You make my days better,”
“I missed you more. I got to have you all to myself, mi pedrito,” He lightly kissed your neck as you spoke, his soft lips unable to ignore. “But I see you missed me in other ways.” You half laughed at what you said yet it turned into a sharp moan as he began to suck a small hickey on your neck. His hand moved from your stomach to the waistband of your sweats, trailing down slowly to tease you even with the layers on. You just so happened to roll your hips into his touch, needing more. You missed his strong hands exploring your body pulling you close, stimulating you effortlessly. He pulled off of your neck, creating a huge mark that couldn’t be covered up.
“I missed seeing pretty marks like that on you. “ You moved away to pull off the rest of your clothes and he did the same with his. He moved to the foot of the bed where he could pull down your sweats in one go, slapping your ass when you lifted your lower half up.
“Never gonna stop doing that huh?”
“How could I? I have to make up for not doing it at the airport.” He winked as he pulled off your sweats that were dangling at your feet. He took one of your legs and kissed right at your ankle, peppering as he went up your leg, your soft and smooth skin in start contrast to this mustache that was prickling at it. You watched him in awe, seeing how he enjoyed the foreplay just as much as you did. He got close to your inner thigh and he gently put down your leg, spreading it a little so he could have a perfect view of you. He kissed your inner thighs and even teased with kissing your outer lips, dangerously close to where you wanted him to be yet not doing it just yet.
“How is it that you went away and you’re still teasing me?”
“That’s the fun part about this, doll. Why rush when I just got home? I get to have my way with you without stopping or rushing.” A man of patience he was and that drove you insane. He moved a little back from your thighs and just eyed your glistening pussy, like a hunter stalking his prey.
“I can’t get enough of how wet you are.” His finger gently touched your clit, “We’ve only been cuddling for a few minutes and you’re already soaked to the touch.” You whined as he moved his finger down to your pulsating hole, pushing in a little but not as much as he should which made you want to move him in yourself.
“Pedro, please!” He looked at up you, and you could see those honey-hued eyes darken into obsidian as he fell for your needy state. He dove in, a light stripe on your slit sending shivers down your spine. Deft fingers toying with your hole and finally being pushed in, stretching your walls with ease and curling inside you. You brought your hand down to card through his soft curls, lightly tugging once he got to using his lips to suck on the raised nub that ached for him.
It was as if he never left, the ease in playing with your body and leaving you yearning for more, the way you knew no one else could bring you to the brink of overstimulation. He always knew how to make obscenities fall out of your mouth, how even when you were normally quiet he could make you scream practically for all the neighbors to hear unless he decided to put a hand on your mouth to shush you. And here you were, the soft whimpers and breathless begging for more, soft ‘fucks’ and ‘s’good’ flowing out of you as if it was nothing. And he was drinking it all up while he tasted you, not getting enough of how sweet like honey you were.
The more his fingers curled inside you with precision, the more your velvety walls closed around them, pulsating even due to the dual pleasure you were receiving. He knew that his humming as he happily tasted you would send you closer to the edge so he did just that, humming as he sucked harder on your pleasure spot, all to make you ruin his face just the way he wanted you to do. You tugged on his hair just a little harder, feeling that build up in the pit of your stomach rise faster than you could handle.
“So close,” You whimpered, your breath catching in your through as he curled his fingers once, twice, three times to bring it out of you, your back arching in reaction to the pull of your orgasm washing over you instantly. You screamed over and over his name, not caring that your next door neighbor would hear you scream yet again. He eventually pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth, watching you suck them clean and he groaned, a guttural groan erupting from him due to how your lips wrapped around his fingers.
“Should I just have you hang over this bed and use your pretty mouth?” You frantically nodded yes but he just kissed your forehead before moving to the side, pulling your leg up.
“Maybe a little later. But for now, I just want to feel you.” He spat in his other hand and rubbed his cock to get it prepped, moving up slightly to press the tip up at your aching core. Before he could push in you moved your ass back to move it inside you, both of you moaning as he entered you.
“Can’t help yourself huh? Just want to fuck yourself on this cock like the pretty girl you are,” You kept moving front and back, wanting him to fill you to the brim. But he must’ve decided that your pace wasn’t enough which made him take control and meet you halfway, balls slapping as he couldn’t get enough of you. He felt so wonderful, perfect size that brushed against the spot that his fingers curled up to, stretching you just enough to make your eyes roll back, and a pace that could wind you up just enough where he could coax you into cumming again, to overstimulate you from his touch. He loved the way you whined, seeing how vocal you became just from his ministrations.
“That’s it, let everyone know how much you missed me. You can do it,” His endless praise made you moan louder, and in turn he touched you all over, finding that exploring your body endlessly was all that he wanted, that you were a work of perfection that he couldn’t get enough of.
“I love you,”
“I love you more.” He titled your head towards his and kissed you, all the passion making your head spin. He kept up his pace, making you moan in his mouth. You pulled back and caught your breath, moving your hand down to grip the sheets. But instead, he grabbed your hand and pulled it close to your chest, anything to steady yourself while your peak was getting close. You turned your head and kissed him, moaning into his mouth as he kept the same pace.
“Where do you want me to cum?”
“Inside me.” You breathlessly replied, your mind fading in and out as the pleasure was so close to blinding you.
“Yeah? You’re going to milk my cock so much bonita.” The Spanish names flowing out of him little by little always set your mind ablaze, wanting him to continue on.
“Más!”
“Oh? You missed my little sayings in Spanish? Missed how I can tell you to let go for me and you do it in an instant?” You couldn’t respond, only gripping his hand more as your other hand traveled south to your pleasure point.
“Mírate, tocándote para mí.” He whispered in the shell of your ear. You continued to rub tight, fast circles around, feeling yourself losing it already yet you were so close to that blissful pleasure.
“Te amo más que nada en el mundo.” That was enough to let you release, your grip on his hand tightening as you clench all around his length, crying out in ecstasy. You shut your eyes too, letting it take over completely as you knew this was all that you wanted.
Stars were all in your mind, the idea of your mind-blowing orgasm taking you to cloud 9 and beyond. You heard the little call of your name─maybe he was calling your name as he came─and you wanted to speak but all you could let out was another choked moan, feeling yourself getting filled to the brim just as you asked. You only came to when he whispered in your ear and gently caressed your cheek, stilling his thrusts as you stopped shaking.
“Hey, stay with me.” He kissed your cheek as you opened your eyes again, looking out the window and enjoying how beautiful the day was.
“How was that more intense than before you left?” He chuckled at your breathless response.
“Time away always builds up a better time. Although I can’t be apart from you for long.” He got up to get a rag and clean you both off, just as you moved to lay on your back and think about what happened. Pedro came back to clean you off, peppering your body with kisses and murmuring more things in Spanish that you were sure were either sweet or dirty, thinking the latter was more likely. Just as he finished your phone dinged and you got up to look at it, seeing numerous notifications from Twitter. Pedro left before you could say something and came back to lay with you, cleaned up now and ready to take a mid-day nap. You rolled over to face him, scrolling on twitter as your eyes widened.
“Hey, look at this.” You saw that Twitter was blowing up with photos of you and Pedro at the airport, something you hadn’t taken into consideration when you insisted on picking him up. You knew that people would judge the age gap, and you didn’t want to be public about everything unless it was mutually okay on both sides. But the way Pedro pushed your phone down and kissed you again, a way to shush your worries that were going to fly out of your mouth made you feel calm.
“Let them talk about it. All they’re going to see if my beautiful girlfriend picking me up since I hate driving.” You smiled at what he said, knowing that driving was not his most favorite task as the traffic made him question why he went out in the first place.
“You sure you’re okay with this? I know we hadn’t talked about it really.”
“Never been better. I don’t want to hide anymore, not when I know you’re the one I want.” He kissed your nose and laid down again, his eyes getting heavier. “Now let’s take a nap.”
“Of course you want a nap.” You rolled your eyes and laid your head on his chest, feeling the sudden sleepiness hitting you softly.
“You’ll appreciate naps in the future.” He softly spoke before you heard his breathing get a little heavier indicating that sleep took him away quickly. You followed suit, ignoring the world’s opinions, and relishing in the simplicity of spending most of the day in bed with the man who never failed in making you feel loved.
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Translations:
Mi vida - My life
Mi pedrito - Basically my pedro but often it can be changed with an ito or ita at the end in Spanish.
Bonita - Pretty/beautiful just depends on how you view it.
Más - More
Mírate, tocándote para mí - Look at you, touching yourself for me.
Te amo más que nada en el mundo - I love you more than anything else in the world. (at least how i translate it mostly)
I don’t speak Spanish but I do know some things so this is a mixture of what I know and Spanish translate lol. Let me know if anything is wrong :)
I’m writing with regard to your (baseless) demand for additional emotional support compensation.
Please kindly specify in more detail:
- The smut you would like me to write
- The shows I have to choose from
Yours,
Lana
Look at me, not responding for weeks to your fun, cheeky ask! I'm so bad at Tumblr these days.
Well, my dear Lana. I need you to watch the Anne Hathaway-Harry Styles fanfiction movie and then write me something as ridiculously unhinged as that book/movie.
~ Kinda Outta Luck - Character trying to change their ways for their new s/o
Sai’rish
“She was bored, and beautiful and easily enamoured or cool and cut-throat”
Why should she?
No seriously let’s break it down, she has been alive for years longer than most people’s promises of love have lasted. She is beautiful, merciful, and attentive as a lover.
Yes, she enjoys companionship, she enjoys sharing and creating bonds with others, one of the things that have always plagued her is how some people stay frozen in a certain place in their stories, gathering dust, unable to escape.
She enjoys changing, yes. But not for another being. She reads old letters she wrote and smiles in fondness, of course, she does, there is no one she trusts more than herself.
The discovery of herself is something more capturing then all else.
The closest she has come to the belief in a higher being has been in the fact that she wakes up each day, from dusk to dawn what she does is for herself in the coming years and to cherish the person who she was. There is no one more trustworthy than her.
Not everyone will love her, but this does not mean she needs everyone to love her. She doesn’t think love is some big ever-changing thing.
It’s so obviously the small things, some people wear the same earnings every day, that is love, cherishing something, holding it close, ageing beside it. Love is found shoved into the small nooks of creation, and she enjoys discovering love.
If it suits her so be it, what a fascinating thing that all she can do is believe her s/o is on the same page as her, and continue to stand by their side.
She could try and change, and fix what others find disagreeable but it would be nothing more than trying to shed one’s skin and fit yourself into another.
Now, what could that accomplish aside from great amounts of discomfort, stumbling like a baby deer into this character you’ve set out to be?
Sarfaraz
“I am not attractive, so I made up for my lack of beauty with loud kindness and a forced jovial nature”
He just loves love, he likes how it makes him tingle, and his whole self becomes alive. He needs to love, he needs to be able to have a purpose. He likes the rose tints and the way it motivates him.
Breaking himself into pieces to become someone his new s/o can love isn’t really that alien.
He knows he is flawed, he’s aware of how demanding he can be but it’s addictive to him. Which is why he also knows he is the problem.
He learns how to do all these things for his s/o. If they like art, he makes them little sketches of them, if they like certain books he piles them up on his desk from the library, if they have a favourite dish he makes batches of said food and shares the food to see how their face lights up.
But he never discloses how long it took him to make a sketch he was satisfied with, how many rubbed-out sketches decorated his books, or how many pieces of paper were thrown away in the process. He tries to read books and he tries to listen to music, but he learns he cannot. There is a heaviness in his limbs he cannot erase, he reads the wiki summaries, makes annotations, remembers their smile and continues working into the night. He tries to force interest but he cannot because he is in love with an ideal.
And it makes him hollow and so miserable; he wants to love, he wants to prove he isn’t completely rotten. He knows these people deserve something genuine, something that is warm and pure. They’re all so astounding he knows they will find people that are competent and aren’t compliant to the voices in their heads. But he hopes they remember the stepping stone that is him.
So he is enamoured by another, and envy turns into awe, in his mission to become a loving human being he chases those he idealises and he realises he is a bad person. He will give whatever they ask, aside from himself. Those pieces of his heart stay safely tucked in the crumbled tear-stained tissues of the past.
He will not hand over any part of himself but he vows to service his s/o for whatever they need.
He says he stopped smoking, so he buys a new cologne to cover the scent of smoke, they don’t like his glasses, he gets bruises from the walls he didn’t see that week, and they wish he took more care of himself, he tells them about how he’s started doing these self - help guides, he spends more hours deciphering his ceilings.
He lies, he is this bigger than life’s presence. He needs to be everything they need lest they leave.
He is too overbearing, so he stops looking for love.
All he needs is being wanted, being needed, he doesn’t care if the touches make him nauseous, if he prays to his God, begging weeping till his voice is sore to fix him.
If he can change himself just right. If he can find the combination that works. He too can be loved.
Summary: This is prompt #14 with Whiskey. “Flirting with disaster?” WEAK catch me sucking it’s dick in a dirty bar bathroom after ten shots of tequila.
A/N: So i’ll be doing both of these! I like both of these prompts so much with these characters and this will also be my first take at writing something for catfish! They will be in separate posts so this way it’s not just all crammed into one post. If you want to request another prompt, here’s the link. I do hope that you like my take on lots of dialogue. I am usually a writer that is more detail-oriented rather than a writer that’s heavy on the dialogue but I wanted to try something new. Also, I made Tequila to be a bit of a jerk in here so I am sorry about that. :( I hope this is still appreciated all the same!
tagging: @agirllovespasta :)
You were wondering why you had come out to drink with your co-workers since the time you had left your place and locked the door. Staying in and sleeping in your bed earlier than most people would seemed to be like heaven for you instead of coming out and throwing back one too many drinks to erase the memories of this past week.
But the thought of seeing Jack at the bar, a place where all protocol for work could be thrown out the window for once was what made you crawl out of your bed. Sure, you guys could have just chosen to have a drink at Statesmen because the front was a distillery after all. But a bar seemed to be less stressful for you and your group of colleagues for a Friday night.
Before you knew it, you were talking up a storm with Jack, Tequila, and Ginger as the rounds of drinks came and went. As you kept drinking, you felt as though the stress that was weighing you down was lifting away for once. Tequila and Ginger we’re keeping the conversation going with their endless banter while you and Jack would only chime in every once in a while when the two of you felt that it was necessary.
Jack seemed to be the most relaxed and he was enjoying your presence. He laughed at your silly jokes that you would only come up with while you were intoxicated. Often enough, they made no sense to a person that was sober but for him, they were the funniest thing on Earth. He admired the funny nature that you had exhibited the day you two had met and he couldn’t be more elated to see it in action due to the effects of the alcohol that was coursing through your body.
Jack wouldn’t take his eyes off you no matter what it was that you were doing. He was thinking about how the dim lights in the bar were complimenting your skin so well, how it always captured the warmth that you had. He was taking sneak glances at your outfit, wondering how you could look so beautiful and literally just take his breath away. He was touching you a little more than friends should do. The casual touch on the arm that would linger longer than it should have, fingers grazing alongside one another by “accident.” It was somewhat aligned with Jack’s flirty nature but he wasn’t sure with how far he should go with this. He could only assume that you were enjoying this in some way, and he was right.
You would laugh at all of his mishaps that he had in his early Statemen days that you didn’t think a pro like him would’ve done. It was nice to know that even the best of agents were flawed in some way. The southern charm that he exhibited was making you smile harder than before because he always knew what to say to you.
And like Jack, you couldn’t help yourself with looking into his eyes a little longer than friends should do. They were the perfect shade of honey brown that complimented his locks of hair that were tucked away in that black Stetson hat of his that only he could pull off. You were eyeing his outfit as well, wondering how he could look so handsome without even trying. A classic denim jacket and a beige button-up shirt paired with his famous tight jeans that you were sure no one else could wear. You were enjoying the “innocent” touches that Jack was giving you, almost leaning into his touch a few times without really thinking about it because why would you move away from something that felt so good?
It was all bordering a line of just friends and going over the edge but the alcohol that was coursing through both of your bodies seemed to throw all logic and reasoning out the window. And even though logic and reasoning was both you and Jack’s expertise due to the nature of your work, the small flame that turned into a full-fledged fire that was burning between the two of you was far more enticing to act on rather than do what was right.
“So, y/n, what did convince you to come out tonight?” Tequila shifted the conversation into your direction, and you weren’t sure as to how you should answer his question. Answering it along the lines of admitting that you only ditched your bed and snacks for Jack didn’t seem all that promising for you. But you had to answer because all their eyes were on you, and with knowing that Jack was eyeing you as he awaited your answer was enough to cause your nerves to skyrocket.
“Well, I figured that there was no harm in coming out for once. Sometimes we have to try something new every once and a while, right?” You had hoped that your answer was convincing, but Tequila didn’t buy it. Before he could object, Ginger cut in.
“Tequila, why don’t you and Jack get us some drinks? I think me and y/n could use another refill.” If you could’ve thanked Ginger for the rest of your life for saving your ass from Tequila’s never-ending questions you would do it no questions asked. Tequila eyed the two of you, but he said nothing. Jack was uncharacteristically quiet at this moment but he got up with Tequila to get more drinks. Once they were lost in the crowd, Ginger brought her eyes to you and you knew what was in store for you.
“Y/N, tell me something. How on Earth were you going to get yourself out of that?”
You rolled your eyes. “I had it under control.”
“I had it under control my ass,” The sarcasm was dripping in her tone as she rolled her eyes at you. “Why didn’t you just tell the truth?”
You sighed over her back-to-back questions. “You know why. I can’t just tell the whole table that I only came out because Jack was going to be here with him actually sitting at the table waiting for my answer.”
“Oh. So you can’t admit to the table why you came out here tonight, but you can sit here and continue with flirting with disaster?” Ginger caught you in a tight space and you were starting to wonder if it would’ve been easier to deal with Tequila’s questions over Ginger’s.
“I am not flirting with disaster. But if I was, you would’ve caught me sucking his dick in a dirty bar bathroom after ten shots of tequila.” You thought that you were in the clear as you knew that Ginger couldn’t come up with a better comeback but you knew you were wrong once you saw that Jack and Tequila had come back just in time to hear what it was that you had to say.
“Well I’ll be glad to hear that someone’s in the mood for the best drink that a person could have,” Tequila wasted no time in bragging over how his name in Statesmen was supposedly better than everyone else’s as he set down the drinks. “And who would that gentleman be?” He let a smirk grow on his face since he knew that you were getting closer to telling the truth that you were avoiding when he asked his first question. Jack was watching you meticulously as he went back to his seat. His heart was beating out of his chest because he knew that your answer would either be the one that he was waiting for or the one that he would hate to hear.
“A gentleman that you don’t need to know.” You replied curtly. You could see the smirk on Tequila’s face falter a bit and Jack was letting his fingers drum against the wood table. Ginger was quiet, not knowing what to say to help with the situation and partly intrigued by how you were going to get yourself out of this mess.
“It sounds like this is about a gentleman that I know very well,” It was almost like Tequila was egging you on so to speak, and you weren’t sure if you should take the bait.
“If you’re so sure about who it is, then why don’t you say his name?” You figured that you couldn’t lie your way out of this mess so playing this game with Tequila was your best shot. Jack was biting his lip, feeling the urge to jump in but resisting that urge to hear what it was that you had to say.
“Well I think that the gentleman in question should hear his name come out of your mouth instead.” Tequila was playing dirtier than usual, but you knew that you could do him one better if you wanted to save your skin.
“And what makes you so sure that the gentleman in question is here in this very moment?” You were treading in dangerous waters with Tequila. It was almost swallowing you whole, leaving you almost no room for air to keep yourself alive but you couldn’t stop now.
“I know that the gentleman in question is here just as I know what, or rather who brought you out here on this fine night.” It was your move in this game, and you weren’t sure if you had the upper hand anymore or if you ever did once Tequila asked you that first question. The tension between the four of you was thick, and it left you wondering if this was really just a night out for drinks that turned into something else or was this all an impromptu interrogation waiting to happen under the guise of after-work drinks.
“If you’re so sure of yourself, then how come you waited all this time to ask me that question?” You turned the tables onto Tequila in the hopes that the pressure would lay off on you a bit.
“I’m not the one in the hot seat avoiding all these questions, Y/N.” Tequila swiftly dodged your attack of sorts and you were hated where this was taking you.
“Why did you put me in the hot seat then? What’s it to you, Tequila?”
“Oh it’s nothing to me. But it is something to Jack over here,” Your eyes shifted over to Jack, and you could see that he was not happy with being brought in this debacle.
“Is this true, Jack?” It was one thing to take on Tequila and his ridiculous questions, but it was another thing to hear what Jack had to say about this whole situation considering how involved he was in it without speaking.
“Is it true that I’m the gentleman in question?” You felt your heart pounding out of your chest and your ears were ringing so loud. You couldn’t calm down no matter how hard you tried.
“What do you think?”
“I want to say yes but you have to be the one to answer the million-dollar question, sweetheart,” Jack’s voice didn’t falter in the slightest bit but he was sure that the rest of him was not as calm and collected as it normally was.
“Well,” You took a pause, trying to find the courage to say it out loud. “The answer is yes, Jack.” Tequila let out a drunken holler of some sorts while Jack let out a sigh of relief.
“Well can I ask you to dance with me, angel?” Jack looked to be in better spirits now that he knew that he wasn’t the only one feeling this chemistry with you.
“You may, cowboy.” You left Tequila and Ginger to their own devices as Jack took you to the dance floor.
You were so close to him, breathing in his scent of the multitude of alcohol that he drank and a hint of his cologne that seemed to make you weak at the knees. His hands found their way to your hips, gripping them slightly and he was sure that your soft, pliant skin was the one thing that he would want to feel for as long as he could.
“I have another question for you, darlin’.” Jack looked at you in a serious manner that made you question what else he had to know.
“What else do you want to know?”
“Did you really want to do that with me?” You were unsure as to what he had meant but then it all clicked.
“Oh…” You looked away from Jack, feeling the embarrassment set in about what you had said that set off that interrogation. “Well, I meant it as a joke and as a way to get Ginger off my back, but don’t all jokes have a little truth to them?” Jack raised his eyebrows at you once he caught on to what you were trying to say to him.
“Well as much as that excites me,” You looked at him again and laughed a bit at how he started off. “I want to take you on a real date that doesn’t seem like an interrogation or a sleazy hook-up.”
“I would love that, Jack.” You both smiled at each other, just enjoying the closeness between the two of you as you swayed to the beat of the song that was playing faintly in the background. Back at the table was Tequila slipping Ginger a $20, muttering under his breath about how this whole bet was rigged. Ginger laughed at the irritated site of Tequila and casually slipped the money in her bag.
“I swear you did something to y/n after Jack and I left. You and I both know that she was adamant about not spilling on her feelings for Jack.” Tequila was not letting up in the slightest bit over how Ginger played dirty to win.
“Perhaps I just gave her a little encouragement. After all, it is something that you know about all too well considering how you give me a little encouragement to take on these bets,” That comeback was one that Tequila was not expecting as his eyes shot up at her. “Next time you want to make a bet with someone, be sure to take into consideration that they may use your own methods against you.”
I love my Whiskey so maybe something with you getting hurt and he takes care of you?
Okay this went a little (more like a lot) farther than I intended because I love to make things ridiculously long for no reason and I’m a huge sucker for all things that deal with a nice amount of backstory so there’s that. And also, I’ve been in the mood to write about Pedro and his characters having these little love confessions for the reader so yeah this is in here.
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“Darlin,” Jack sighs, taking a wet rag and patting it along your face, “did you really have to go and do that today?”
“Jack, I had no choice. You know how I get when I see that you are in trouble.” You didn’t mean to get hurt, but how could you just watch your partner get attacked and not do anything? It was just your innate desire to help even when it was at the risk of you getting hurt, and maybe what you were feeling for Jack deep down had also played a crucial role as to why you put your life on the line for him.
“But princess, you know that I don’t want you getting hurt.” You let out a deep sigh, going ahead with pinching the bridge of your nose because he just didn’t get it.
“This is my job. I can’t just not do my job because you don’t want me to get hurt,” It was odd trying to explain that to him because he was usually the one to understand what it was that you were feeling. Being partners with Whiskey and having a strong friendship awarded the two of you with that level of a connection that no other partners’ at Statesmen had. So with this situation, you weren’t sure as to how you should respond to it. Everything about this situation was odd, to say the least.
Your mind went back to when you fell to the ground. Jack immediately found his way to you and checked to see if you were okay. He pushed the stray hairs that were failing to stay out of your face and the blood that lined the top of your forehead got on his hands but he didn’t care about that. He pulled you close to him and he was frantically looking over you to make sure that you were okay everywhere else. He finally locked his eyes on to yours and you were still in a bit of a haze. You could faintly see that his bottom lip quivered as he saw your distressed state and he softly whispered to you that you would be okay over and over again, almost like a prayer that he needed to repeat to keep himself sane.
Jack picked you up despite your pleas that you could stand on your own. He was not going to let your feet touch the ground when he knew that you were safer in his arms. Well, that and the fact that he wanted to have you so close all the time. To feel your soft skin that was like pure silk against his calloused hands. He wanted to take care of you all the time. To keep you out of harms way even though you could handle your own. He craved for that raw intimacy with you. He wanted to say everything and nothing to you and look into your eyes as you attentively listened to him and vice versa. He wanted to show you that you were the only woman that he would drop everything for because to him, you were the only thing that mattered in his world.
Your arms were wrapped around his neck and he could feel his heart race faster, almost pounding out of his chest. You were so close to him, breathing in each other’s scents and it was almost perfect. Jack would have preferred to have experienced this closeness in a much calmer setting but if it meant that he could be so close to you now, he would take it. Jack offered to take care of you and your wounds which brought you here, you sitting in a chair and Whiskey trying to clean you up the best he could under these circumstances.
“If you get hurt again, or perhaps die on the job, how could I even live with myself? Not once have I lost a partner due to my incompetence and I damn sure won’t have it happen now, especially with you being the one I want all the time.” He mumbled the last bit, and you looked at him with your eyes bulging out of your head because when did this cowboy have such strong feelings for you?
“What did you say?” You hoped that your tone was soft because you didn’t want it to come off as though you were angry at him for having feelings for you. Well, you were still trying to accept the fact that this man had feelings for you since it was the one thing that you weren’t expecting to come tumbling out of those lips of his.
“Must I repeat myself, doll?” He knew that you heard him, but for what reason you wanted him to repeat himself he was unsure about. He was wearing his heart on his sleeve and this was not something that he was used to. But with you, it just felt right.
“Jack, why did you wait until now, when I’m all bloody and bruised to tell me how you feel?” You looked into his eyes, and you saw that they held a hint of nervousness in them. Jack was terrified at what you would say to him. He just confessed that he did in fact have feelings for you and he was sure that this was the worst time that he could have picked to say something to you.
“Well, don’t they say that the best confessions of love usually come from when the person that you love is in danger?” Jack winced once those words tumbled out of his mouth without him thinking it over.
Oh.
Oh.
It wasn’t just that he just liked you. No, he loved you. Now that was something that threw you off guard, to say the least.
“Jack, you love me?” It was so much to take in, so much to absorb because he was just laying it on you with no plans of stopping. You almost wished that he would give you a minute to take it all in but at the same time you didn’t want him to stop, oh god no you didn’t want him to stop. You just wanted to keep this going in case you were just imaging it all due to your head injury. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize that you were holding in.
“I do, but I guess this was not the best time to say it,” He put his head down, trying to hide his face with that cowboy hat of his. You slowly reached over, careful to not injure yourself any further and went ahead to place your fingers underneath his chin. You slowly got his head to come back up to its original position and when those soft brown eyes met yours you could a feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. His stare was never cold and intimidating with you. It was always warm and comforting like the warm summer nights that were never too uncomfortable to endure. Although this situation was not planned in the slightest bit, you felt that it matched you and Jack more than any other situation could.
“Considering our line of work, I wouldn’t expect anything less, Jack. I love you too, cowboy,” You began to grin from ear to ear because his confession of love was just so adorable. Perfectly unexpected and that was okay. Jack’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree and the smile that lined his face was every bit of pure joy because he didn’t think that he could fall for you anymore because he was already in so deep.
Maybe it was a little early for some people when it came to saying that this was not just a matter of liking someone, but rather loving someone. Maybe this was unexpected in every way possible and this confession of love should have taken place somewhere else under less drastic circumstances. But maybe the best ways of showing love are when they are completely unconventional. When they do not follow the typical protocol that some people think is necessary to follow in order to ensure a healthy relationship. Maybe those unconventional relationships or confessions of love are what makes a relationship last.
Nothing about your relationship was conventional, nor was Whiskey’s confession, but it was what made the two of you connect. And once Whiskey took that leap of faith to kiss you after holding back for so long, the connection only grew stronger. After all, when you know, you know. And there wasn’t one doubt in either one of your minds that you were helplessly in love with one another.
okay this is gonna be nearly impossible to do. also, this is not necessarily in order because i can’t just choose like a normal person and this turned into a thing about what i love about him so there’s that. and i found these pics from google and tumblr so creds to the owners.
1.
okay first off, THE HAIR. I don’t know why i just happen to be completely obsessed with his hair but here we are. his hair looks so soft and in here, it just suits him perfectly. perfectly styled to where it almost makes me not want to run my fingers through his hair. his scruff is also a favorite of mine because gosh i just love it on him. it makes him look more manly (because he swears that he looks like a abuelita pero he doesn’t) and also he looks more soft with it if that makes sense? his suit looks so imaculent and the bow tie just makes it all better. i’m truly a sucker for bow ties and people should wear them more okay?
2.
okay the blue and red combo just works on him. seriously, whoever styled him on this day knew what they were doing. i love the interior of his jacket (listen i don’t know if that’s the right term but we’re going with it) and i think that with him showing it off, it looks amazing. also, he just has that look in his face where he knows he looks good and gosh is that making me swoon more and more because i’m just a sucker for him and everything that he does. (i will admit that i’m a simp but we’re not gonna talk about that)
3.
okay, GLASSES PEDRO is the best i take no criticism. pedro with glasses always guarantees a look. also, he looks so baby with them on like he should honestly wear them more. and the hair again because i love his hair. his hair is a bit longer in here and i love it because pedro with long hair is so cute. i love that it looks a bit messy because the messy look is something that he can pull off. now onto the suit, i like that his tie is slightly off-center because it’s so cute and funny to me. this suit is simple but i think that the more simple it is, the more he pulls it off and makes it look better. bonus thingy, his hand tat is showing which is cute!
4.
To me, this was one of his best looks man. the long jacket was definitely a personal favorite of mine because it reminds me of the mandalorian outfit. and the way he shows it off is just the best. also, i love the color of his shirt because i think it compliments him so well. like he really pulls off any color. also, we’re back to his hair again because why not? i love how long his hair was! his hair being this long reminded me of when he was in those interviews where he was wearing the fleetwood mac shirt and he was doing the 10 things i can’t live without thing. also, his smile was just the cutest to me. he just looked so happy and i just want him to be that happy all the time.
5.
okay can we just talk about how suave he looks here? could definitely be james bond if he had this look in the movie. (seriously i need a petition to sign that would allow pedro to be the next james bond) his hair in here is probably my favorite look out of all of these outfits because it’s just so damn perfect. not a hair out of place and it’s just the epitome of perfection and that’s what pedro is so it works. the turtleneck is just so perfect. to me, turtlenecks can be hard to wear because sometimes they just don’t look right but pedro seriously pulled it off. (as he always does) also, the color of the turtleneck is so pretty. if i could find a piece of clothing that has that same color i would def wear it no questions asked. the rest of his suit is just perfectly tailored and it makes him look 10x better. sometimes i’ll see a person have a suit on and it’s too big or too small on them and it almost looks uncomfortable for them to wear but this suit fit him perfectly. the color scheme was just right as well and honestly, i just want to know who styled him because i want to thank them for giving us all these looks.
honorable mentions (because this was nearly impossible to do):
