summary: starting afresh at Seoul National University, driving her passion for swimming forward, Yeri has attained the sturdy course of Sports Ed. as her four-year study.
During Yeri’s first week, it’s trouble at home but nervous glances and sweaty palms as she meets bio-engineering student Jeon Jungkook, who is currently living on campus. Jungkook was everything the perfect male college student was. Tall, lean, smart, not necessarily on the football team but he was something that Yeri almost yearned for.
The only problem was keeping this whole thing a secret from her asshole, drug-addict brother, Min Yoongi.
Note: In some of my older tutorials, I used products that were tested on animals. Since then, I have started switching over to cruelty-free products. Tutorials with a “💕 ″ next to them use cruelty-free products.
two face (inspired by batman: the animated series) (this one also teaches you how I do all my burn makeup)
Other Cosplays (Not Tutorials)
Note: These are cosplays that were either so simple or had already been done so many times (and done well) by other people that I didn’t feel like I needed to make a tutorial for them. These are just cool photos of cosplay projects I’ve done.
He was already waiting for her when she opened the door.
And was in his arms in seconds.
“Oh, I missed you,” she said, her nose buried in his neck, kissing the skin there. He smelled so good - he smelled likeMaks.
And it was perfect.
He lifted her off her aching feet, and swayed with her, his silence saying so much more to her than words could. His face was buried in her hair, and it seemed to her that he was just…breathing her in.
She had missed him so much.
He walked over to the couch and sat down with her on his lap. She knew that they didn’t have much time - they both had to get ready for dress rehearsal - but she didn’t care. She just wanted to just…be with him.
For just a little while more.
He lifted his head up, looked into her eyes. “You’re more beautiful than before.”
She smiled, pressed her forehead to his. “You’re more beautiful than before.”
He nuzzled his nose to hers, smiled. “I really missed you, baby.” His accent thickened with emotion. “I know we spoke and texted all the time…”
“But it wasn’t the same,” she finished.
He nodded, and gave her forehead a kiss.
She wrapped her arms around her neck, as they sat there, foreheads pressed together. She didn’t want to go to dress rehearsal. She just wanted to stay here, in these arms.
“Maks,” she whispered. He made a happy sound in acknowledgement. “How come you haven’t kissed me yet?”
He chuckled, kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids, her nose. Everywhere but where she needed him most.
“Because I won’t stop,” he admitted. “Because when I kiss you, I lose my head. I forget my name sometimes. And I don’t want any interruptions. I want to kiss you for hours. And we don’t have hours.”
She looked at him underneath her lashes.
“Just a quick one,” she said. “I promise.”
And kissed him.
She wanted to keep it light and playful - but…the re-emergence of his taste on her tongue drove her instantly crazy. No man had ever had this effect on her, had ever made her so deliciously aware.
It was wonderful.
He broke the kiss gasping. “You you,” he panted. “Are very dangerous woman.”
She giggled deliriously. “Yeah, that’s me. Meryl Davis. Femme fatale.”
He threaded his fingers her hair, and kissed her nose. “Yes. You, Meryl Davis. Breathtakingly beautiful. Sexy. My femme fatale.”
She threw her head back and giggled, so happy to be in his arms again.
Someone knocked on her door, called out. “They’re expecting you in 5 minutes for hair and makeup, Miss Davis!”
Maks groaned. “I just got you! Fuck.”
She smiled, gave him a peck. “The sooner tonight starts, the faster it’s over. I mean, no offense to Val…he’s great. But,” she looked directly into his eyes, the words coming from her heart. “There’s no comparison. I love dancing in your arms.”
He smiled, kissed her hand.
She kissed his lips, again, groaned when there was another knock on the door. “Two minutes to hair and makeup!”
“We have to go,” he whispered against her mouth.
“No,” she whined. “I don’t wanna.”
He laughed, delighted with her. “Come on. Like you said, sooner it’s done, faster it’s over.”
She grumbled, started to get off his lap.
Shit. She hoped he didn’t catch it.
“Baby,” he asked. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “Nothing.”
“You’re a terrible liar, honey. Now tell me,” he demanded sternly.
“It’s just…my toes. They’re…um. I broke two toes this week.”
“What?!?!??! What the fuck?!?!?!? How the hell - he broke your toes?!?!?!?” he yelled.
“Maks, it wasn’t his fault - see, what happened was that -”
“No! He’s the professional, he should’ve been more careful!” he thundered. “My God.” He broke off into Russian, cursing his little brother to hell and back.
She let him spew, knowing he needed to vent. He hated to see her hurting, and she knew how protective of her he was. She just didn’t want him to blame Val – it really wasn’t his fault.
Meryl let him continue cursing Val for a moment, then interrupted. “Maks! Stop. It’s not that bad. I can walk, I can dance, I’m fine.”
He looked over at her, frowned. “I don’t like it. And I will speak to him about it. I didn’t break Danica!”
She giggled, relieved to see that the worst of his temper was over. “Well, technically Val broke Danica.”
He snickered. “My brother is a danger to all the females on this cast. He needs to be stopped before he breaks Carrie Anne.”
Meryl walked over to him, encircling his waist with her arms. “I’m fine. Really.”
He kissed her head, holding her closer to him. “I don’t like to see you hurt. I’m sorry. “
She smiled softly, “It’s not your fault, baby.”
“Miss Davis, you’re due in hair and makeup!”
He sighed, pressed his lips to her forehead. “I guess you have to go.”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
He picked her up, kissed her softly on the mouth. “Everything will be back to normal in a few hours. Then, it’ll be…just us again. No more separation.”
She nodded, too moved to say anything. She didn’t think – didn’t know – how much she would miss being in his arms until she had to spend time being outside of them.
The ramifications of such feelings were almost too much to bear.
But…she couldn’t deny them anymore. Not to him.
Not to herself.
“I know,” he whispered. “I know. But we’ll discuss it later, yes? You have hair and makeup now, and we both need to focus on getting through tonight. Then, tomorrow…we’ll discuss. Okay?”
She nodded, too moved to speak, to move.
All she could do was stare at him.
“Miss Davis! They’re waiting for you!”
“Go,” he said softly, putting her back on her feet. “They’re waiting for you.”
She stepped out of his arms, stepped away to grab her stuff.
She walked over to open the door, then…
Ran over to him and jumped in his arms. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair as she kissed him as thoroughly and passionately as she could. She felt him harden against her, rubbed herself wantonly against him. She didn’t know what was in store for them, had no idea what the future would hold.
But she desperately needed him in it.
“Go,” he whispered raggedly, breathlessly. “You have to go, baby.”
She nodded, breathless, speechless. She stepped away from him, eyes never leaving the beauty of his face as she reached the door.
She opened the door behind her, took a deep breath.
And blew a raspberry .
She heard his chuckle as she walked out of the room.
As she started walking over to hair and makeup, she heard him walk out and start yelling.
“Valentin!!!! What the fuck did you do to my partner?!?!?!?!”