#i was too lazy to redo them and turn it into a 3 part set

[itshyuka]

just some yeonkai cuteness for today

#txtnetwork #moasource #tomorrow x together #yeonjun #hueningkai #i was supposed to only gif the first 3???? #but overestimated how many gifs i'd need #i was too lazy to redo them and turn it into a 3 part set #so here u go #anyway LOOK AT TAEHYUN FK #SO BRIGHT SO HANDSOME #mine #m: gif

[ladykatakuri]

She is his treasure, part 1

Crosshair ( The Bad Batch ) x F Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: Not really, it is mostly self indulgent fluff, especially since E8. 

Summary: When Omega told him that, his head seemed to split open and the biggest of headaches ran him over like a speederbike. For the first time since he was ordered to tie up all loose ends, he was in serious doubt and he doubted the order given to him. It was as if some switch in his mind was pulled and the duplicity of all that happened came rushing into his mind, all at once.

https://ladykatakuri.tumblr.com/post/655438717332455424/she-is-his-treasure-part-2

https://ladykatakuri.tumblr.com/post/656332331678892032/she-is-his-treasure-part-3

Crosshair never was much of the emotions. He was a soldier and a good soldier follows orders. After his inhibitor chip was enhanced, he did exactly that, following orders, to a tee. He even turned against his brothers from Clone Force 99, better known as the Bad Batch. Clones with a defect, or more humane clones as his brothers might have considered themselves. Now, Crosshair was once more just a soldier for the Empire. But the last message he received had him torn to his core.

It was three days ago he received that coded transmission and it was a good thing he took it in private. Omega had contacted him which was already surprising to him, after all he had expected it to be one of his brothers to contact him in a gamble to reach the old him. But what Omega had to tell him….. Well, this was completely unexpected.

When he was ordered to hunt  the rest of CF99, he had no doubts and used all of their old contacts to track them down. Though the Empire was only interested in his brethren and Omega, he had an extra incentive to find them fast now. She was with them when they deserted and she was his reason now to find them all even faster.

“I think you should know, she is pregnant.” When Omega told him that, his head seemed to split open and the biggest of headaches ran him over like a speederbike. For the first time since he was ordered to tie up all loose ends, he was in serious doubt and he doubted the order given to him. It was as if some switch in his mind was pulled and the duplicity of all that happened came rushing into his mind, all at once.

All he could think of now was to find her. Her and their unborn child.  “Our child….. “ Something seemed to tug at his heart and he had no idea what to do with it. The headache was still there in the background, but to him it was just an inconvenience. Fully geared up he was about to depart from the freighter when one of the troopers approached him. “Are you sure you should go at this alone sir? If they are here, you might need backup.” Cocking an eyebrow he growled at the audacity of the trooper to question his orders. “ You have your orders, follow them.” Putting on his helmet he flicked his toothpick in a bin, departed and let the rest of the troopers take off to look for his brothers on the other side of the planet. There was no way he would lead them straight to her, ‘them’, if he could avoid it.

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It was a shock to everyone there when they saw the shuttle crash down, and even more so when they realised it`s occupants had somehow survived the crash. To think that the empire would try and take down a shuttle with innocent people in it was one thing, but a medical shuttle? People were outraged and they made sure to be vocal about it, until the troops came pouring in and made their way to the crash site. That was also the moment Hunter quickly decided to take his brothers and Omega away from the place. You would be safe, since nobody would expect a civilian to be tied to them, especially a pregnant one. That did not mean he would lose track of you though, and when Omega pulled him aside to talk, he realised once more how smart this young girl truly was and how much promise her idea had. But first things first, time to make sure that you were treated well and that you would recover soon. Safety above all, he instructed his brothers on how to move ahead.

“You all know that Y/N is best off without being directly tied to us. The only one who knows her as well as we do is Crosshair, and I doubt he will have informed the Imps on her. At Least not fully.” Hunter paused for a moment before continuing what he had to tell them and to give them their instructions. “Her chaincode has been forged and she also covered up her scars and tattoos. The only way the Imps will know who she is would be when Crosshair recognises her while he is with them.” Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Omega all nod at this simple statement.

“Right now the safest place for Y/N to be at is in the medical ward here in the city. We took a big risk moving her from one side of the planet to the other, but she made it and is treated now. Omega has a plan for us to get our lost brother back and also help Y/N.” 

For a moment all of them seemed to be lost in thought. The idea that you were injured already shook them, the idea that it might be used to reunite with their lost brother? Well, it gave them a double feeling. On one hand they felt as if they would use your condition and might endanger you if their brother was beyond saving. On the other hand it would give them that one good chance to either saving their brother and reunite, or give him the ultimate freedom if they failed. Either way, this was, as Hunter said, their one good chance and they would grasp it with both hands. Thankfully, they did have some help on the planet, especially since they helped out some of the inhabitants with an imperial problem. Corrupt officials were pretty normal, wherever you would go, you could find one or more of them. This one was no challenge and they made quick work of getting rid of him. Now they could rely on the help of one of the doctors in the med bays and that was a key part of Hunter's plan. 

Omega was restless as she was sitting at the side of your bed. Looking at you, deep asleep and not knowing what was happening around you, she could not help but smile. “I don`t know if you can hear me Y/N, but I really hope my plan will work. Especially for you.” Grabbing your hand, she squeezes it slightly and sighs. “You are always so kind to me and you help me understand things the men can`t. I want you to be happy.” Tapping her foot on the floor, Omega looked around the room they had you moved to. Far away from the other patient rooms and private enough to make sure that they would be able to confront Crosshair without causing too much of a ruckus in the ward. Everything was now in place and all they could do was wait for their  missing brother to turn up. He already landed on the planet, now it was just a matter of how many would come and how well prepared he was for this confrontation, he surely knew would come.

Notes: This is my first TBB story and it is a 2 parter, i am currently working on part 2. I hope you all like it. English is not my native language so if there are any mistakes please do let me know :D And as always i demand Crosshair to be set free and reunited truly with his Vod !  @loth-wolffe  I am redoing all the tags. somehow they never showed up right lol

So i edited this post because, it became a 3 parter >.< I blame the guys for not letting me do what i intended to do and Crosshair for being so kriffing awesome and loveable <3 

@nahoney22 Boo i hope you also like this story or maybe have some tips for me. @reluctant-mandalore I wanted to tag you as well because as a fan of your work i would highly appreciate any tips you could also give.  If i did not tag you, it really does not mean i do not want your words of comment or advice etc. I highly appreciate advice or when i did something wrong. I just am a lazy tagger most times and am not the most secure in tagging when it is about my works :D

@catbustours​ Thought you might like it even if it is not as awesome as Coriolis ;)

#Crosshair SafeCrosshair freeCrosshair BadBatch badbatch #@loth-wolffe #selfinsert #self indulgence time #We all need Crosshair therapy #crosshair x reader #crosshair x y/n #crosshair x you #She is his treasure

[inessencedevided]

(You can find the set that this gif belongs to here 💙)

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

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

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

I was tagged by @aheartfullofjolllly. thank you so much Pat! it was really fun to reflect about my own process 💗 You can find her post here and @lan-xichens' post that started it all here :)

Also thank you @huigusu 🥰 (who tagged me for my nie brothers set) I'll get to that one in a few days!

Now Pat gave me two sets to chose from to show my process, so obviously I chose the more complicated one :P

I only work in Photoshop CC 2018. I know that there are programs out there for easier cutting and sharpening but I have only just figured out how to do that in PS and I am too lazy to figure out any other programs right now xD

1. Idea and Planning

This set, like most of my sets with lyrics started with me reading the poem, clutching my heart and going "oh shit this fits my favourite characters!!". The idea actually started with me thinking that the first stanza of the poem would go really well with wwx during the burial mounds arc. Then I realized that the last stanza fits lwj better than him and from there came the idea to contrast the both of them next to each other. This is when I realized I wanted to do a dark-light contrast set, though I did not know that I would go with red and blue at that time. My idea in the beginning was just to do a black and white set

I was really impressed by how Pat said that she plans her sets around exact timestamps. Because I don't do that at all ^^ I just get ideas for which scenes would fit (in this case the wwx burial mounds scenes and lwj's kneeling and punishments scene) and then I watch the scenes to narrow them down.

Back when I made this set, I still used a screenrecorder (AceThinker Screen Grabber Pro to be precise. They have a test version that allows you to record up to 3 minutes) and recorded the scenes I needed from Netflix. This worked well enough but now I have the entire show saved on an external drive and it makes a world of difference when it comes to gif sharpness

Now, in this case I had to repeat this step once because when I was almost finished, I realized that I wanted a gif for the lwj corner but let's pretend I didn't do that and that's the way this gif was always going to look because otherwise this post will be way too long ^^

2. Creation

Short disclaimer: The creation process for this gifset was anything but linear. Multiple effects I used here were things I had never tried before. I just had a vague idea and tried to realize it through trial and error. So whenever I say "then I did xyz", it is implied that I ultimately went back to that step several times and changed stuff ^^

I started with the Wei Wuxian part of the gif. I usually use a frame rate of 0,06 (with some variation depending on gif length and size). I work in timeline so I converted all the layers to a smart layer. Then I resized the gif into a square, leaving big chunks of the gif empty (as can be seen below.) I flipped the gif horizontally, so he is looking inwards. This was simple because I felt it fitted the composition better. Then I imported the Lan Wangji part of the gif, again with a frame rate of 0,06. (Image 2)

After that I created a layer for masking in a separate PS document by rotating a square until it was point down (is that a rhombus?). I sized it to match my gif (540x540 pxl) and copied it over. (Image 3) a bit of masking magic and ta da! There's the basic layout (Image 4)

I put a layer of solid black behind wwx to get rid of the transparent bits (Image 5) and then started adding more white and black to both sides by adding solid whit and black layers that i put masks on and changed the opacity as i needed (Image 6)

("reading" direction: from the upper left to the lower right corner)

Then I fiddled with the colours a bit. The first thing I always do is using the curves layer to get more contrast. Then I use the colour balance tool and the selective colouring tool to get rid of that cql-typical cyan tint after that it's just trying to have it look "natural" while the colours still fit the overall scheme. This was difficult here because wei Wuxian’s side of the gif was very dark and when i turned up the saturation to see which colour dominated it was a very weird mixture of multiple colours. That's when i decided that I'd just go with red on his side, since lwj's side was already so blue and those to look great as contrasts.

After that just came a lot of fiddling with selective colour layers and brightness and contrast unti I has happy. There really wasn't much to it ^^. (Image 1)

After that I added the text. I knew I wanted the two lines to for a square of some kind. So I tried different fonds until I arrived at the one below. The two lines are in seperate layers so I could move them around and change the spacing between the letters until I was happy with the layout. I also changed the layer mode for the text to "difference" (is that what it's called in english? my PS is set to german sorry ^^), keeping their colour white. (Image 2)

I originally hadn't planned adding anything else but I felt like the gifs (plural because I switched between the gifs of this set) was still kind of empty and lacking, so I added the tear down the middle (a tutorial for that is either coming up later or already posted. I recently got an ask for this :)) (Image 3)

It still felt empty after that, so I tried different overlays. Okay no, first I wasted a lot of time on different free image sides but then I tried out different ones until I chose the one you can see in the finished gif. I liked that one because a) I felt the round shape was a nice contrast to all the straight lines already there and b) because once I applied a black and white filter to it and switched the layer setting to "difference" (again, i hope this is the correct translation) it looked a bit like a moon. (Gif at the top)

("reading" direction: from left to right)

And that's it! :)

Although in general, these gifs took so much fiddling! I went back and forth between them a lot and sometimes almost redid the entire thing because I had no idea what I was doing in the beginning and by the time I noticed an error, the only way to fix it was ti redo everything. So yeah, this set definitely is the the one that took me the longest out of all the ones I've posted so far.

3. Posting

I save all my gifs to my drafts first to see what they look like put together and to check if they look any different on mobile. Usually i do this several times and change stuff until I'm happd enough with it to hit post. Once i am happy enough, i can't hold back. Doesn't matter if it's at a time when nobody is online, i hit post 😅

And that's it!

Tagging:

@lanwuxiann for this gifset (I adore it so much. I've looked at it and read it severat times since you posted it and the poem just kills me every time!)

@suibianjie for this gifset (The combination of static images and gifs in your gifs is always absolutely perfect! This one is only my favourite of yours because the light coming from behind wwx is just so pretty!!! ^^)

@sweetlittlevampire for this piece (It was soooo hard to pick a piece of yours because I have so many favourites! But this one is just so out if this world, I want to know how you worked that magic :D)

@wei-gege for this set (sparkling shijie! 😭 that set is so incredibly beautiful! I love how you matched the colour of the overlay with her dress!)

@purplexedhuman for this set (your gifs are always incredible! I chise this one because it showcases both your colouring skills and some really intricate effects)

If any of you have already been tagged or don't have the time or energy for this, obviously no pressure to do this at all! 🥰

(btw, I originally tried to place the actual text of this under a "read more" cut but somehow it always messed with the order of the images, so this ended up as a rather long post. sorry!)

#showyourprocess #tag game #the untamed #sophie rambles #long post

[yikesharringrove]

Not sure if you’re still taking prompts but can you maybe write something about Billy and Steve and the 5 love languages please? Thank you!

1. Giving and Receiving Gifts

Steve just stared at the box.

He had found it in his mother’s closet, obviously placed in there by a maid.

His birthday was next week, and his parents were giving him a record player.

The same one they had given him last Christmas.

Steve figures his father’s assistant picked it out. He’s had four since Christmas.

He sighed at the box. Maybe he could sell the record player, maybe he could buy himself something with the money.

He knows he’ll end up giving it to Dustin, or maybe Will.

-

There was a carton of cigarettes on the kitchen table.

Unopened Marlboro reds. Next to a plate of pancakes. Susan’s yearly peace offering.

Billy slid into the table quietly.

“Thank you, Dad.”

Neil just hummed.

2. Physical Touch

Steve sighed as he sank into the crisp sheets.

His parents’ bed was huge, far larger than two people needed.

He had sprayed his mother’s perfume on one of the pillows, curled up in their silk sheets.

If he pretended hard enough, he could imagine being held.

Someone caring for him enough to touch him, run fingers through his hair, pet down his back.

He set up one of the down feather pillows behind him, felt like someone was there.

-

Billy spat into the sink.

His tooth had chipped, but hadn’t come out completely.

His lip was split and he could feel the bruises forming on his back.

He rinsed the blood out of his mouth, cataloging dark fingerprints on his wrist.

He should head to the quarry, be alone for a little bit.

He pushed out of the bathroom, nearly colliding into Max on his way to the door.

She reached for his wrist, the one already marked by another hand.

Billy dodged out of the way, kept going to his car.

3. Acts of Service

“Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency-”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. You know I never mind driving him.”

Mrs. Henderson sighed in relief.

“Thank you, Sweetheart. You’re a life saver.”

It was true though, he really didn’t mind driving Dustin around. Gave him something to do. Helping felt good, made him forget about things for a little while.

-

He had only been in Max’s room once before.

It had been to yell at her about stealing his Walkman.

It hadn’t changed since then, still just as cluttered, still as California beachy as before.

He placed the skateboard on the unmade bed.

He noticed her wheels were getting torn up on the shitty roads, installed new ones for her.

It was as close to an apology as he could get.

4. Quality time

Steve’s house was empty.

And he hated it.

No matter how loud he turned on the television, no matter how much music he played, or how many lights he turned on, it was still an empty house, with no one but a sad lonely boy rattling away inside.

-

Billy doesn’t like sitting in silence.

He guesses Susan doesn’t either, as she shakily tries to fill the dinner table with a poor anecdote from her day.

Billy smiles where he should, and eats quickly, but not too wuickly, and compliments Susan’s cooking, and only leaves the table when his father dismisses him.

He retreats to his room, listening to music to drown out whatever game Neil’s watching in the next room.

5. Words of Affirmation

“You’re not stupid.”

Billy’s brows were furrowed.

“Yeah, I am. But it’s okay though I’m-”

“No, you’re not.” He said it with an air of finality. “Your mind just works different. But you’re really smart.” Steve smiled weakly. “I mean it. You’ve got this creative brain, always thinking outside the box. You have a knack for detail other people miss. You’re smart”

It was the first time anyone ever told him that.

Fitting, as he’d had a lot of firsts with Billy already.

-

“You’re not a monster.”

Steve’s voice had an air of authority. His eyes were wide.

“Steve, I, I hurt-I killed so many-”

“You weren’t you, though. You were, were possessed. You couldn’t have stood a chance against that thing.”

“I should’ve fought it sooner.”

“It took all your energy to fight it off. And you did, in the end. You saved us all. You’re not a monster. You’re a hero.” Billy’s nose twitched. “You’re selfless, and brave, and a fucking hero.”

4. Quality Time

Steve’s house wasn’t empty.

And he loved it.

Billy seemed to take up every room, fill the space with snide remarks about the decor in Steve’s house, or laugh loudly at family portraits.

He had put music on in the living room, and turned on lights as he looked through his house.

Steve felt warm, and for once, for fucking once, he didn’t feel lonely.

-

Billy likes the quarry, although he would never say that to another human being.

It’s quiet there, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend the water lapping at the rocky shore is the ocean, that he never left California.

But then he looked to his left, and smiled at the sight.

Steve was always pretty, but something about moonlight made him ethereal.

He was quiet, looking out over the water.

Billy liked that Steve knows when to let the moment sit, when quiet is okay.

3. Acts of Service

“Noticed your breaks were starting to whine, so I changed your break pads. Ended up doing the oil and wiper fluid, too.”

Steve stared at the car.

“You didn’t have to do all that.”

“Good for pt.” Billy’s hands were working much better, he had more articulation these days.

And rebuilding things, fixing things, it made him feel better than any talk session ever had.

It was nice seeing Billy like this, a little closer to his new self.

It made Steve’s stomach flip over.

-

“I finished unpacking your stuff while you were out applying places. I don’t know how you like things organized, so you’ll probably want to redo it I just thought-” Steve was rambling away, all nervous.

“Thanks, Stevie. I appreciate it.” Steve’s face went red.

They had moved into a two-bedroom apartment in the shitty part of town. Billy’s window opened onto a dingy parking lot, while Steve’s showed the gas station below.

“I was just finished, thought I would move your along, too.”

He tamped down the way his gut rolled, the way his heart pounded against his ribs at Steve’s slight flush.

2. Physical Touch

“Do you, uh, do you think I could sleep in here?”

Steve felt like he was going to throw up his heart, hands still shaking from his nightmare.

“‘Course.” Billy’s voice was gruff in the darkness, but he held up the side of his blanket.

Steve slipped underneath it with him.

He was still breathing too fast, stiff as a board on Billy’s bed.

“It’s okay.” And then Billy’s arm was around him, and his back was against a warm, solid chest, and it was all too easy to melt into the touch, maybe let a few tears fall.

Billy was warm, and grounding.

And Steve felt a tiny bit better.

-

Billy tossed himself down onto the couch.

It was two small for how both of them sprawled across it at once, their bodies pressed together.

Steve wiggled his way out from under Billy, leaning against his side, legs tucked up under his hips.

“Long day?”

Billy never replied.

He turned his head to look at Steve, and he was so close, his breath fanning over Billy’s cheeks, dark eyes nearly going cross eyes as they dropped down to look at his lips.

His hair was soft as Billy sank a hand into it, guiding their kiss.

It was a long time coming, the soft brush of their lips.

Steve pressed his body closer to Billy, who let out a desperate whine.

Steve’s hands were soft and warm, one cupping his cheek, one gripping his wrist.

They took shaky breaths after parting, still close enough to feel the other’s breath, neither boy wanting to break their soft little bubble.

They kissed all night.

1. Giving and Receiving Gifts

“Happy birthday, you pain in my ass.”Steve laughed as he accepted the small box from Billy.

“You’re a terror.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to Billy’s cheek.

It was Steve’s first birthday since they moved to California.

He tore open the wrapping paper, tossing the lid of the box onto their bed.

He gasped.

“Bill, this is, thank you.”

It was Billy’s necklace. Steve didn’t even realize he wasn’t wearing it.

“Wanted you to have it. Since you’re my guy, and all that.” His smile was dazzling, lazy and warm.

Steve turned around, placed his palm over the pendant as Billy clasped it for him.

“I love you.” Billy pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, right over the clasp.

“Love you too, Pretty Boy.”

-

“Uh, here.”

Steve’s cheeks were flaming as he pushed the small box into Billy’s hands.

“Happy Birthday.”

Billy just smiled up at him, taking his time with the neat wrapping.

It was a ring, a simple gold band.

“You know, it’s been eight years since we got together. And I know we can’t get married, or whatever, but I thought, we could, we could have this.”

Billy was fucking speechless.

“Sorry, it’s dumb.” Steve reached for the ring, but Billy clutched it to his chest.

“Do you have one too?”

“Yeah. Matching set.”

“Go get it.” Steve looked nervous as he re-entered their living room with a matching gold band.

Billy took it from him. He took his left hand, slowly sliding the ring on his finger.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

Steve barked a laugh, happy and bright. He slid Billy’s ring onto his finger in the same fashion.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Billy’s smile was hurting his cheeks.

“Now with the power invested in me, by the great state of California, and the fact that no one can tell us fuck all, I pronounce us, husband and husband. Now gimme a fuckin’ kiss!”

They both laughed into the kiss, the sun setting outside their apartment, dousing the little makeshift wedding in gold.

#i don't really know where the timeline is at for any of this lol #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove drabble #harringrove ficlet

[oikawaplssteponme]

The Apartment: part 2

▪️part 1

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: hiii💓 enjoy part 2! im excited for the next part, it’s gonna get interesting ;)) as always, requests/asks are open and so is the taglist! just ask and ill add you :) enjoy xx

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Two: clean up good

You had made it through your first week at your new place. It was easy to make yourself feel at home with your friends around. It was a lazy Saturday morning. You and Kuroo were making breakfast while Bokuto was at the gym and Oikawa was still asleep after a 7 hour facetime call with Iwaizumi the night before. You pranced around the small kitchen gathering stuff for breakfast as Kuroo washed the dishes.

“Did we ever end up buying orange juice?” you asked.

“Yeah it should be in the back of the fridge,” he explained. You headed over to the fridge and grabbed the juice. Kuroo went over to set the table and you tried not to get distracted by him. His perfect bedhead and raspy morning voice took your breath away.

“What?” he asked, noticing you staring. You jumped.

“Uh the tag of your pants is showing,” you said, which was true. Kuroo spun around himself as if to try and see the tag and you just laughed. Kuroo tucked the tag back in his pants.

“Geez Y/N, why are you looking at my ass?” he joked. Your face got hot.

“I was making sure Oikawa didn’t steal it,”

“What did I steal?” said a sleepy Oikawa, who just woke up. Kuroo covered his mouth in an attempt to not laugh.

“Oh nothing. Breakfast’s ready,” you smiled. Kuroo and Oikawa went to sit down and you handed them their plates of food.

“Did Bokuto say when he would be back?” you asked. Kuroo shrugged.

“Not sure, he said-”

“HEY HEY HEY!” The door slammed open to reveal a sweaty Bokuto holding his volleyball bag.

“Perfect timing Bo,” you smiled. Bokuto set down his bag and went to join all of you at the table. You began to eat your breakfast.

“Guys I have the greatest idea,” bursted out Oikawa. Kuroo looked at him with wide eyes and a mouth full of food.

“And what might that be?” Kuroo muffled out. Oikawa stood up from his seat and cleared his voice.

“We should have a party!” Oikawa exclaimed. You looked at Kuroo and Bokuto, then back at Oikawa.

“A party?” Kuroo questioned.

“Yes, a party. Ever been to one Kuroo?” Teased Oikawa.

“Hey I’ve been to a party!”

“A study group with drinking doesn’t count dumbass,” Oikawa huffed, “anyway we should have a little party. Nothing too crazy. Just an excuse to get some people over here and to dress up.”

“Oikawa I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I have 3 friends and they are all in this room,” you said. Kuroo laughed.

“You are so lame,” joked Kuroo. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m down to have a party,” chimed in Bokuto.

“Thank you Bokuto! Come on guys, we can dress up and invite some people and have a little fun. It can be like a house-warming party,” said Oikawa.

“I mean it doesn’t sound too bad. When would we have it?” You asked.

“Tonight!” exclaimed Oikawa.

“Tonight? Isn’t that a little short notice?”

“Let’s be honest. None of you had plans anyway so we might as well do it today. And I already told Iwachan that the party’s today,” smiled Oikawa.

“Okay so what’s the plan?” asked Bokuto, becoming instantly excited.

“I’m taking Y/N shopping with me for outfits for everyone. Kuroo you clean and Bokuto you are on food duty. I’ll make some calls and you guys invite whoever else you want,” explained Oikawa.

“Why do you get to pick what we wear?” questioned Kuroo.

“Because I know damn well that if I let anyone of you pick your outfits the three of you would each end up wearing sweatpants and that is not how I would like people to see my new apartment.”

“Shittykawa you do know we live here too right?”

“Precisely why I won't have you looking like idiots. Okay party is at 7 tonight so get a move on! BREAK!” Oikawa clapped and left the table. You looked at Kuroo and Bokuto.

“Well I guess I’ll see you two later. Have fun cleaning,” you smiled.

“Of course he gives me that worst job,” pouts Kuroo.

“Hey, at least that means you get to read the labels on the cleaning supplies and judge them,” joked Bokuto. Kuroo gave Bokuto a playful push before getting up from the table too.

After you finished eating, you took a bath and got dressed to go shopping with Oikawa. Just to annoy him, you wore a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

“Toru, are you ready?” You shouted. Oikawa came into your room, nicely dressed of course, holding Kuroo’s car keys.

“Let’s go before he notices,” he whispers. You laughed and started heading towards the front door.

“OIKAWA!”

“GO GO!” You and Oikawa ran so fast out of the apartment you almost tripped over yourselves. You hopped in the elevator.

“Kuroo is gonna kill you one of these days,” you said. Oikawa chuckled.

“Not if I get him first.”

~

You and Oikawa drove until reaching the store that Oikawa wanted to shop at. You went inside and began looking around.

“What are you buying for Kuroo and Bokuto?” You asked. Oikawa hummed to himself as he looked at the array of dress shirts before him.

“I really want to force Bokuto to wear a nice lavender button down with some grey pants. And as for Kuroo...I’ll see what you pick out first,” he explained. You sighed and went to look at the dresses.

None of the dresses really caught your attention. A lot of them looked too plain for you or Oikawa’s liking. As much as you hated to admit it, as you looked through the dresses you couldn’t help but think about what Kuroo might like. He probably couldn’t care less about what you wore but the thought of him noticing you made your heart flutter.

“Y/N!” called Oikawa. You turned around to see Oikawa holding a beautiful dress. It was made out of a shiny, almost silk-like material with thin straps. It was a gorgeous shade of red and had black lace along the v-neckline.

“You have to get this one,” said Oikawa. You took the dress from his hands and took a closer look. It really was a beautiful dress.

“Do you think it’s too much?” You asked.

“Of course not. You would look amazing in it. And it’s red...you know who likes red?” he teased. You smiled, knowing how Kuroo always complimented you when you wore red.

“I don’t know...do you think he’ll like it?”

“I know that the second he sees you in that he will confess his undying love for you.”

“Oikawa, I doubt he likes me.”

“Maybe seeing you in this dress will change his mind. Come on just get it!” You looked down at the dress.

“I’ll get it, but only because I like it,” you said. Oikawa nodded.

You bought the dress and Oikawa bought some stuff for Kuroo and Bokuto. The two of you headed back to your apartment. As you walked down the hall leading towards your door, you could smell smoke and hear yelling. You looked at Oikawa and shrugged as you opened the door.

“YOU BURNT IT?” Shouted Kuroo.

“I DIDN'T MEAN TO!” Pleaded Bokuto.

“Alright children what happened?” You asked. Kuroo and Bokuto stood in the kitchen looking at each other.

“Well you see Y/N, I was making the rice and then I decided to go to the bathroom and then I decided to sit on the couch and before I knew it I was asleep. And then I was very RUDELY woken up by Kuroo,” explained Bokuto.

“The rice is incredibly over cooked by the way,” said Kuroo.

“Thanks for the clarification,” you joked, “it’s fine Bokuto, I can remake the rice.”

“Thank you Y/N!” Bokuto picked you up for a tight bear hug.

“Well while Y/N redoes the rice, you boys can go get dressed,” Oikawa handed Kuroo and Bokuto their bags of clothes.

“I swear if you bought me-“ began Kuroo.

“Have faith my dear friend. You will look almost as good as me tonight,” smiled Oikawa. Kuroo rolled his eyes and took the bag. Kuroo and Bokuto headed towards their room to get changed. Oikawa did the same and you went to fix the rice catastrophe.

~

After you made the rice, you cleaned up around the kitchen. You washed your hands and checked the time. It was getting close to 7, so you rushed over to your room to change.

“Oikawa I'm coming in,” you said before opening the door. Oikawa was finishing buttoning up his shirt. He wore a light blue button up shirt and dress pants. He looked amazing as always.

“Do these pants make my ass look good?” He asked. You looked at the pants, seeing no significant difference in his butt.

“Absolutely. You have such a dump truck back there,” You laughed.

“I hate you,” Oikawa gave you a playful nudge before leaving your room. You took the dress out of the bag and laid it on your bed. It really was a beautiful dress.

You changed into the dress and stood in front of your mirror. The dress fit you perfectly, hugging you in all the right places. You put on a simple silver necklace and did a light face of makeup. You thought you looked beautiful. You felt beautiful.

You took a deep breath and opened your bedroom door to meet your friends. You didn’t dress up often. After all, your best friends are a bunch of guys. So if they didn’t feel the need to dress up, neither did you.

You walked out the door and Bokuto, Kuroo, and Oikawa stood in the living room, hyping each other up. Bokuto was very pleased with his lavender shirt and he looked great. No surprise that Kuroo took your breath away. He wore a neatly pressed navy shirt and dark grey dress pants.

“Hi boys,” you smiled. They turned to look at you. Each of their jaws dropping one by one.

“Damn sexy, who are you trying to impress tonight?” cheered Bokuto. You covered your face out of embarrassment.

“No one...” you whispered.

“I knew that dress would look perfect on you!” said Oikawa, giving himself all the credit.

“Wow…” Kuroo’s voice trailed off. You two locked eyes for a split second.

“We clean up good,” you smiled. Oikawa grabbed your hand and pulled you into a group hug with Kuroo and Bokuto. You held your friends tightly before breaking away. You turned to look at the front door, hearing someone knocking.

“Alright idiots, let’s get this party started.”

•

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[mochi-marie]

hello! I would like to request a haikyuu matchup please :D (I apologize in advance if I write too much aksjk hopefully it'll make it easier to match me up?)

1) I'm a straight female and use she/her pronouns

2) I'm about 5'6", have straight brown hair (my friend says it looks orange-ish in the sunlight??), brown eyes, and I've been told that I'm kinda pale (but unfortunately flush easily lol).

As for things that make me stand out, I have patches of eczema littered all over my skin. I have a few on my hands and wrists and even though ik they're not a good thing and of course would much prefer not having eczema, I kinda like that it makes me unique. I also have round glasses (my eyesight is extremely bad ㅠㅠ), wear a lot of black, and recently have been wearing this tan overcoat everytime I go out bc it's big and comfy. oh, and I've always loved black low-top converse!

I'm overweight so I'm kinda insecure about my physical appearance, but I've been dealing with it for so long that ig I've come to terms with it and have just accepted that this is how I am (but I have been trying to exercise... >_>)

3) I'm a gemini, istp-t, and enneagram type 5. I think I treat people how they treat me; if someone doesn't talk to me, I probably won't talk to them unless necessary, and if someone is very friendly and nice to me, I'll be a bit more open and talk more. I'm usually pretty reserved and go with the flow, but around people I'm more comfortable with I can be very sarcastic and playful. I'm kinda a mom/therapist friend. I'm very lazy and an expert procrastinater (I do what's necessary in the most efficient way possible, unless it's something that I enjoy).

Some things I enjoy: cooking & baking, arts & crafts, reading, sketching, 80s music, watching anime/tv/movies (especially crime, mystery, and thriller), and photography (as far as taking scenic photos with my phone goes lmao). idk if this counts as interests, but I'm planning on majoring in business administration and accounting. and as for my clothing style, I currently dress for comfort bc I'm always inside, but if I get a chance to redo my wardrobe I'd like to dress in a style more like dark academia/comfy casual? I have no idea if those are the right words to describe it 😅

4) I'm pretty sure my love language is physical touch, but I also really enjoy receiving spontaneous gifts or stuff I've been wanting (and money lmao I'm a big saver)! I've never been in a relationship, but I know I would definitely have to be friends with someone before even considering a serious romantic relationship, so I would ideally be comfortable around them already. I have a tendency to bottle up my emotions and I'm honestly a bit of a tsundere, so I think I might be shy in voicing my wants/initiating things. as for my type, I would prefer someone tall, mature but able to be playful and can take a joke (I sometimes use "idiot" as a term of endearment sksj I can be kinda mean sometimes tbh), patient since I'll take a while to open up, and ideally ambitious and willing to take initiative (bonus points if they're able to keep up with my sarcastic banter!)

5) I definitely like to sleep in, but if I need to wake up early and I can do so relatively easily. ig you could say I'm more of a night owl. I'm in a constant state of tiredness (possibly fatigued but idk) lol. I could technically live without music but would 100% prefer not to. my favorite song is "eyes without a face" by billy idol. I've never really thought about what my ideal first date would be, but I would like if it was well thought out and personal instead of the typical movie and dinner I suppose.

thank you so much for taking the time to do this!! I apologize again for writing so much 😅 hopefully you'll be able to have some fun writing, and I hope you're doing well! and no worries if you're unable to get to my matchup; please prioritize your wellbeing <3

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: i had such a blast reading through this entire thing!!! thank you for writing this much, seriously — i love it, it makes it so much more interesting and easier on my part to find a match!! <3

𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢 𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗨

♡ . . . REASONINGS : filtering through the information, i have decided that, in my personal opinion, you are best paired with kuroo tetsurou!

starting off, the trench coat? comfy and casual dark academia fashion style? from looks alone, you seem like a pretty good match-up with kuroo. on the outside look in, i feel like you both would look like a really smart, cute, and sensible / mature couple! in all honesty, i think that kuroo would find your big glasses adorable ( and if you're prone to loosing them, he would find it sickeningly cute if you cling to him while you both searched for the glasses ). i imagine his breath hitches whenever his eyes lay on your figure in the setting sun, turning your hair into a pretty orange-brown shade that makes his heart beat a little bit faster. kuroo is used to being around more reserved people ( as he was once reserved, and now his best friend is rather reserved as well ), so becoming a friends-to-lovers dynamic would be easy. your playfulness and possible sarcasm seems to perfectly interact with his own, and considering some research about your enneagram and personality type, i think that your ( possible ) creativity and curiosity really intrigues him and keeps him curious and attentive with you. i feel that he might always be wondering what's going on in that pretty head of yours, curious to know what your next wonderful idea is or what your mind is thinking about. as an obvious friends-to-lovers trope, i think your relationship with kuroo would be very cute! i have a feeling that he'd love that your love language is physical connection, and would pick up on any ques if you're feeling cuddly and can't get the words out to ask for soft intimacy and cuddles! sarcastic banter? mature yet playful? i think your ideal type seems to perfectly match up with kuroo -- he would most definitely be able to take whatever playful insults you have to throw at him, and be able to throw some back. he knows when to be playful and understands if he ever goes too far, and will own up to any mistakes he may make. considering your hobbies and interests, i think your interest in crime shows / mystery and thriller movies / anime may really pique his interest, and he'd eventually be hooked right along side you. and he may not be the best in the world, but imagining the both of you together, baking or cooking something ( possibly late at night because of midnight cravings ) could be really cute!

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗-𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

♡ . . . staying up late at night and ending up heading into the kitchen together to make a midnight meal doesn't happen too often, but sometimes all you both need is a look at each other as your stomachs growl after a food-related ad on tv. ♡ . . . would absolutely make you feel like a queen all day and everyday if he can help it! will exercise with you if you would let him, and would celebrate all achievements with you; big or small! ♡ . . . kuroo is surprisingly one of the most thoughtful boyfriends, in my personal opinion! i feel like the dates would be well planned, memories eagerly waiting to be made! ♡ . . . the banter between you both is so cute!! it can be sarcastic, but it's never hostile, always playful and light, a smirk plastered onto his lips in a charmingly charismatic way! ♡ . . . stay-at-home-and-watching-a-show-dates!! whether it be wide-eyed and open-mouthed concentration on crime shows, or close-cuddling while watching some thriller or mystery shows / movies / animes!

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦

♡ . . . akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, daichi sawamura

#boo.matches: anon 🍃

[rigelmejo]

march 3/15/2021

im trying to read through tae kim’s grammar guide right now because i’m officially further in the nukemarine LLJ  memrise decks (there’s tae kim grammar guide sections in there) than i am in actually reading the grammar guide. And obviously these example sentences in the memrise deck would teach me more if i CLEARLY understood why they’re like how they are. which i... need to read the grammar guide section to understand lol.

my goal rn with japanese is? to get further in the nukemarine LLJ decks than i did last time. I’ve already mildly accomplished that (have done officially MORE of the tae kim section than before, have NOT redone the 190 common words i did last time i did this though). there are about 400 more cards in this tae kim section (LLJ 4) and then 1000ish cards in the common word section (LLJ 5). I would love to get them done. 

it would be sweet if i could get them done before April 22?/24? whenever Nier Replicant comes out because then I could play that baby in english and japanese! Then Nier Automata! ToT The Entire thing that kicked me back into wanting to study japanese was my old love for certain video games and desperately wanting to know what their stories/characters are like before translation/localization. So it would be cool if I could play them a little ;-; or at least check out lets plays. 

(which, checking out the kh2 lets play has been going pretty well so far... also that part where namine says “we aren’t meant to exist” and roxas says “how could you say such a thing? even if it were true” he says in japanese like “thats brutal/harsh to say. even if its true.” ...great to know that line is equally raw and heartbreaking in japanese lol. KH2′s localization did real good on like equal vibe to original just like ‘less nuanced’ if that makes sense. also thanks to the chinese hanzi i know now watching the KH2 lets play means i can figure out a lot of noun’s writing even though i don’t catch the pronunciation... also i’m catching a lot of words that mean like ‘beautiful/good’ as in like ‘great move’ and ‘dang’ lol.)

i had to stop myself from redoing the chinese flashcards i’ve done in the past! because i get ‘into a zone’ lol. And i really don’t need to waste time redoing those 2000 cards. i also needed to stop myself from doing the hsk 5-6 cards. because realistically? i know half of them, i should just set a lot to ‘ignore’ on the computer but im too lazy, and i’m learning a lot of vocab from reading right now. i don’t need hsk words to pass any test. The words i’m learning right now in reading are a lot more applicable to the actual shows i watch/things i listen to/things i read. its more useful to me to keep reading. and also to not sidetrack my japanese lol. i have read... 39 chapters this month... this month is only half over! hanshe is truly motivating ToT it also helps the story CONSTANTLY ends on cliffhangers so i keep clicking next chapter. who knows, maybe hanshe will help me kick up my reading speed. it already shaved off 10 minutes per 20 pages - now my 20 pages are down to 30 minutes to read, which is better than a few months ago. hanshe has 155 chapters so i HOPE it speeds up my reading lol.

hanshe is increasing my vocab though, its definitely noticeable over time. and hanshe has really good repetition of vocab which helps with learning and later the payoff means i never have to look up the word in future once its learned while it remains useful to me and i keep being reminded of it. after i get bored of hanshe OR i finish it, whichever comes first, its either back to a priest novel or into another pingxie fanfic written by hanshe’s author. The author did one fanfic that’s only 33 chapters so that would be NICE to do after this one lol ToT

summary of what’s turned out to be my studying methods this month:

Japanese:

reading through grammar guides (the one yue-muffin made and tae kim’s). so just grammar explanation reading.

doing nukemarine LLJ decks (in the ACTUAL order they are in the deck to completion - last time i did like 3 per time and never finished any lol. this is bolded because it’s the primary activity i’m prioritizing). so SRS flashcards. it’s working well right now because i can just put this activity in anytime i have downtime, like when i pause shows (since we know me i gotta take a break from a show every 20 minutes lol). i am bafflingly in a flashcard mood and i’m trying to take advantage of it while i got it. 

*when i feel like it: watching kh2 lets play. so some immersion where i look up words. (and when Nier Replicant remaster releases next month I’m likely to at least a tiny bit try to play it in japanese ToT lol we’ll see)

so grammar reading, srs flashcards covering some grammar/listening/reading/vocab, and some optional immersion.

(a note: i gave up on the japaneseaudiolessons for now because i got bored. its a great resource! i just don’t feel like it right now. and from an efficiency perspective, nukemarine LLJ decks cover vocab, grammar, audio, reading - so I don’t need another resource for that right now).

Chinese:

reading through hanshe. so immersion reading, intensive reading looking up unknown words. (unknown words are happening less so its getting less ‘intense’ lol)

listening to Chinese Spoonfed Audio. so listening to audio flashcards. for building up listening comprehension/repetition to pick up some more common words. (i’ve been doing this during daily walks making it much easier for me to consistently do, doing it mainly to supplement the Reading Heavy study i’m doing, i can drop this and pick it up later if i want since its mostly easy background listening)

*I am slowly rereading the grammar guide on www.chinese-grammar.com for explicit grammar clarification. but this is not a high priority, since I sort of implicitly understand a lot of this and i’m not working on fixing production mistakes yet. i just... miss knowing wtf is going on in the grammar lol.

*when i feel like it: Listening Reading The Glass Maiden/Love and Redemption Novel. I’ve done 2-3 hours of it this past week, but i don’t know when or if I’ll just stop. Thankfully l-r is beneficial somewhat even if i switch up books later. i WANT to L-R you have no idea (to Silent Reading and Guardian REALLY badly lol). But its so time intensive, and requires a lot of focus, and i have to really plan to do it for an hour at a time usually. I am so bad at doing stuff for that long consistently. I was in the mood earlier this week! ToT 

*when i feel like it: watching chinese shows raw. I was super in the mood this month because Word of Honor came out, and Killer and Healer came out, and Rattan came out, and I didn’t want to wait for subs. As a result I watched a LOT of raw episodes this month. However, english subs have caught up and since I’m lazy I’m inclined to just watch the subs - especially since youku ITSELF just put english subs on their most-ahead viewing schedule version of the eps on youku vip. so guess who’s buying youuku vip today? -3-)/ That said... even if I stop for a while, if Rattan subs move too slow I’ll probably watch those raw. And as SOON as 2ha’s drama Immortality drops I am highly likely to watch the raws for that since I likely won’t be able to wait. Watching shows is pretty highly dependent on how much I want to watch something and if subs take a while lol. 

so reading, and listening. and a little listening-reading method too. mainly just working on reading, listening, vocab acquisition. chinese is going good - for a few months now i’ve just had the plan ‘read often while looking up unknown words, and add some listening study activity when i have time.’ It’s simple, and its been working well.  later on down the road i’ll need some explicit grammar clarification again, but this is bare bones enough of a study plan at the moment. i’m clearly picking up words and phrases and hanzi at a reasonable pace. its not the Fastest obviously, but it is causing improvement over time and since i’m enjoying it i see no reason to change it up.

ending things

...who knows WHY i am so well focused this month with so much energy... tbh... i track how many chapters i read a month/audio i listen to/show episodes i watch etc, and this month is like as much as 3 other of my usual months combined. also my japanese has been basically ‘dabbling only’ prior to this month.

 although... maybe in part its how i’ve gotten better at reading hanshe? Reading being easier certainly motivates me TO read more. And watching shows was MUCH easier this month (still not ‘easy’ but following the main plot is) which definitely makes me Want to watch more. Also i am... unbelievably motivated by a challenge. I think i got it in my head that i ‘really want to do more of Nukemarine’s LLJ courses and see how much i understand after them’ and now... i really want them DONE. so maybe the current things motivating me will hold out for a while. 

(On the listening-reading front meanwhile, that activity takes SO much concentration its hard to do if i’m tired, BUT i have so many TRANSLATED novels i want to read recently and honestly its fun hearing the chinese narration and audiobook actors so like... i very much Want to do l-r so i can hear them as i read the translation... immovable object of me tired versus how much i’m interested in them lol ToT).

also thank u thank u @a-whump-muffin for sending me those lets plays because honestly it got me so excited again and its so cool to see them!!! <3 <3 and its so much easier to watch them versus committing to playing a whole game myself just yet ToT 

#rant #march progress #march #it is wild how much i've already done this month #i really have done a Lot? #maybe my reading kick from early this month is just transfering to chinese #from january on i read 11 books in english? or 12 #and now hanshe i'm speeding through? i think maybe hanshe just got easy enough to feel like reading a hard english book #and since i was reading english like non fiction i am already in a 'can handle takes a while per chapter' zone #since non fiction takes me like 1 hour for 20 pages or something horrific like that lol ToT

[backtothestart02]

Return to Paradise - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: My Basking in Bali sequel is here!!! Immediately follows the Elseworlds crossover events. Enjoy chapter 1! <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RUTHIE!!!!!!!! @westallen94 I hope to be able to update this somewhat frequently!!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Synopsis: Barry and Iris' attempt at a second honeymoon.

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Chapter 1 -

Iris woke up to lazy kisses on her belly and a strong, large hand caressing her thighs, giving her the best high in the world when the thumb of that hand brushed over the center of her panties and made her gasp as her eyes flung open.

“Barry?”

She pulled back the covers in a hurry to find that adorable, messy, brown-haired boy sneakily moving his hand up her side to almost cup her breast before she stopped him.

He lifted his head and pouted.

“What?” he complained, and she broke out into a huge grin.

“If you wanted me up, there are other ways to tell me.”

His pout disappeared, and he propped himself up to slide up beside her until their faces were level. He cupped her face with one hand, then lowered his head to nuzzle and then kiss her on the lips.

Their legs intertwined as they gave each other over to slow morning kisses and the feel of skin on skin, only undergarments and t-shirts between them, the latter of which were tossed to the side the more heated the kisses became.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Iris murmured between kisses.

“Where else would I be?” he asked, intoxicated by her body wrapped around him.

“Well, not in Oliver Queen’s body, that’s for sure.”

He groaned and dove his face in the pillow.

“Iris,” he whined. “I thought you weren’t going to tease me about that.”

She laughed lightly and played with his hair.

“I know, I know…it’s just, imagine, you in all your glory…but with Oliver’s body.” She sighed contently, and he stilled.

He lifted his head, insecurity brimming in his eyes and the playfulness starting to fade from hers.

“It’s not funny, Iris.”

He tried to lighten his tone, but it was almost impossible.

It had been a great fear of his when he debated whether or not to tell her everything that had happened in the changed reality. He should’ve known that of all the events she could’ve chosen to obsess over, it was that the love of her life and her superficial crush had merged in a reality she had no memory of. Must’ve been a dream come true for her.

He sat up in bed, trying to decide whether to go downstairs or just sit for a while, not wanting to taint this happy morning, but God, if nothing else set him off about who Iris was attracted to, it was that his mentor had not only gotten his speed but his wife as well.

“Babe,” she broke through his paranoia and quickly escalating crabby mood. “You know I’ve only got eyes for you.”

He snorted, and shook his head, scooting to the edge of the bed.

“Babe!” She reached out for him, but she wasn’t fast enough.

“It wouldn’t hurt if I was me but looked just like Oliver though, huh?”

Dejected, she sat up.

“It’s not a crime to find other people attractive, Barry. It’s just stating facts. That doesn’t mean I wish you looked like him. In fact, I’m convinced that in this other reality, I was only with him because he was you. I might’ve appreciated his looks, but I’d be with you no matter what you looked like just because you’re you.”

He paused, the heaviness nestled inside him starting to lighten. He turned to look at her over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Yes!” She insisted, then reached out for him. “Now come here, so I can ravish my husband. Who I can proudly say I’m attracted as hell to for his brown hair, green eyes, and lanky figure.”

“I’ve got some muscles,” he said somewhat defensively, but his tone was more playful now.

“A bonus feature only, I assure you.”

“Yeah?” he teased, sliding back beneath the covers and over to her.

“Oh, yeah.”

She hooked one leg over his hip and wrapped her arms around his neck, then pulled him in for a passionate onslaught of morning kisses. Barry was so dazed by the intensity that he soon felt himself falling onto his back and Iris straddled on top of him, her damp panties moistening the skin on his belly until he groaned, one hand caught in her hair and the other squeezing her hip.

“Iris.”

“There’s my man.” She smiled against his lips and kissed him again.

“Iris?”

“Hmm?”

She slid down his body some to kiss down his neck and over his collar bone, her hair floating around him and covering skin.

“Do you want to go back to Bali?”

She snorted, not taking him seriously.

“Every day, every night, baby.”

“I’m serious.”

She looked up at him and winked.

“Me too.”

He knew she wasn’t, so he pushed further.

“So, let’s do it.”

Her lips parted when she realized he was serious.

“Barry…” She prepared to argue, but he interrupted her.

“There have been no sightings of Cicada in weeks. If ever there was a time to be alone together, now is it.”

“But…Nora…”

“Will be here when we get back. She’ll understand, and we can bring her back a souvenir.”

Iris smiled. “I suppose there is that.”

“And wouldn’t you just love a second honeymoon? One that isn’t interrupted?”

“Ralph does know exactly how Netflix works in STAR Labs now, so we probably won’t have that problem again.”

He grinned. “So, what do you say, Iris West-Allen?” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Will you go to Bali with me? Again?”

She giggled and threw her arms around him, hugging him closely.

“Yes! Yes, of course!”

But before they could further celebrate their upcoming redo honeymoon, a gust of wind blew into their bedroom, and there stood Nora West-Allen, who had the grace to blush when she saw her parents presumably half-naked beneath the covers.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” She covered her hands with her eyes and started walking backward out of the room, accidentally running into the nightstand and the wall a few times. “I didn’t mean to – It’s just –” She parted her fingers on one hand, so one eye could peek out and she could see if they were suitably dressed. “Did I hear something about a vacation?”

Barry and Iris turned to each other, and then Barry hurried to correct her.

“Yes, your mom and I were just talking about-”

“A family vacation!” Nora bounded over and landed on the edge of the bed.

“Actually, your father-”

“Was the one who suggested it!” Nora filled in. “Of course, of course, he was. Because he knows I’ve never had a vacation with him, and to be honest, mom, ours were few and far between. What better way than to make up for lost time with a vacation of just us three?”

Her eyes sparkled, and Barry couldn’t bear to disappoint her.

Even as he said it, he saw every romantic evening and steamy encounter with his wife fading into the distance as it disappeared from even possibility.

“Surprise!” he said, pasting the fakest, most convincing smile on his face.

“Christmas in Bali, wow.” Nora was dazed with excitement. “I can’t wait to tell the others!”

Then she raced out of there, and the gust of wind blew Iris’ hair about before she turned to look at her husband.

“You sure about this?” she asked, searching for an honest answer in his eyes.

He summoned his father instincts and focused on them for his reply.

“She’s never had a vacation with me, Iris, with both of us. We can give her that.”

“And what about us?” she asked, pressing her fingers in a line up his chest. “What about what we want?”

Barry was silent for a long while before he answered.

“Kids get sick of their parents eventually, right?”

Iris burst out into a fit of giggles and fell back onto her pillow.

“Right,” she said eventually, but it wasn’t very convincing.

...

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[prorevenge]

School liberation.

This story is what happened to me starting a few years back. A little background information. I was 21 at the time and I my official documents say that I am mentally disabled although I don’t always act like I am and it can be hard to notice at times. I am extremely forgetful and need some extra help to understand things. Communicating also isn’t my strong suit even though I love to talk. I come from a very respected family in my area, not rich or anything a bit middle class, just because of charity work, always helping people and using our assets and sometimes influence to make the world a better place and everyone in the area knows about us and our influence. My family is really close. Every relative is welcome and it doesn’t matter how far removed, we would always help each other. It is a pretty big family.

Now into the story. In my first year of college my school got a new principle from out of town and with quite an attitude which made her enemies on day 1. She immediately wanted to raise the school’s income. She asked me and every other student to pay €15,- to pay for a locker, which I didn’t need because lived close by, and another €10,- to be able to use the school printers for an entire year. They tried to force me to pay, but because I didn’t sign up for a locker I got away with it. The printer money was optional and could be handy from time to time. So I did pay that. But they never added the money to my school account which resulted in me not being able to use the printers. Luckily for me I paid in cash so a week later I just told the principle that I came to know the €10,- was a fake by accident and because there was to be an inspection that day they gave me the money back, assuming I would still pay the real money. But the money was already real and I just got it back. After a week or so the principle asked me when I was going to pay, and I just said that I already paid but didn’t get what was promised and thus took my money back. In turn for me paying the money she first had to add it to my account and I told her that I would pay after the account balance was what it was supposed to be. She never did that and all the teachers were so glad that she was put in place by me that they would often print things for me, kinda like a reward.

The next year when I had to buy a new set of books for the year the form had the option to choose for a locker and the printer rights. But thinking she was smart with her PDF file she had already checked those options and made them unchangeable (which is illegal) I as a bit of a nerd found a way around that by photo shopping the checkmarks out of the little boxes and printed the form to be send as a letter to the school (either as a letter or by email, so I chose the first) after a few weeks was called into her office and I already knew what it was about, so before I entered her office I set my phone on record and entered the office. She demanded to know why the hell I didn’t pay the full price of my book list. I just asked what was wrong. So she explained that I paid for my books and tuition but not for the locker or print services. I simply stated that I didn’t need those and thus didn’t want them. “But you checked them on the form thus you have to pay” she smirked. I just calmly said that I didn’t check them and thus I was not required to pay. “Impossible I made sure it was checked and unchangeable” she hissed at me. “you know that is illegal, right?” I asked, she growled at me. “take a look at the form then” I continued with a sly smirk. Angrily she opened my files and found the form. And low and behold, the marks were empty. Again she told me that is was impossible that they were not checked because of her measures. I simply asked her if they were checked to which she replied “no” and again she told me that they should be checked and that she would just check them with her pen right now. “you do know that is also illegal, right?” I asked. “Yes I know, but it is your word against mine so no one would believe you” she laughed. I just shrugged and held up my phone “I don’t need people to listen to my words and this recording is instantly uploaded to my dropbox” her face went pale with mouth and eyes wide open. Defeated she send me back to class and once again the teachers rewarded this victory with printing things for me the entire year. But this is not where the story ends.

Then came my third and final year and the principle had hired a new teacher from out of town and freshly out of college who for some reason instantly hated my guts. Apparently she thought, or convinced herself, that I was an entitled brat who would fake a disability to get special attention. Because of some regulations around my disability I was entitled to a lot of extra help. But I don’t like to be confronted with my disabilities and only ask for a little patience and from time to time a repeat or other view of the explanation. Seems fair right? Throughout the entire year she would mock me for my disability. “oh you forgot the lesson already? Well then you shouldn’t have been born with your disability” or “Everyone else gets it, so why don’t you?” or “why can’t you just be normal like everyone else” she would say. And when I told her about my disability she would say “don’t lie to me, you just want to make my work harder or you’re just lazy.” I have been bullied my entire life so me defending myself when cornered like this was rare. I did report it to school and my parents, but nothing would be done. So at the end of the year just before the final exams we had to do a group project and she teamed me up with a slacker. (oh boy) we had rules at our school that in group projects students had to make a contract in which they take responsibility only for their part of the project and the teacher could grade you only for your part of it. This particular project was important because if I failed I could not do my exams and had to redo the entire year. Now my part of the project was not that bad, okay it was not perfect, but still. When the grades were in I got an F. I was shocked and devastated. I asked the teacher what I did wrong. So she took my project and except of a few minor faults on my work she mostly pointed at the slacker’s work. So I told her that THAT was not my work and that I should not be held accountable for someone else’s work. Especially after the contract was signed which we had done and added to the project as usual. “yeah I don’t care about that, better luck next year kid, and do remember what you did wrong” she grinned. This was really hurtful because she knew I struggled with my disability. “you can’t do this” is said. To which she replied “I can, and you are too stupid and poor to afford a lawyer to sue me, bye” I went to my mentor, but she could not help me, the principle refused to help me so I was pretty upset when I came home. I told my father what had happened and showed him the project. He is always very careful with these kind of things and wanted me to get her side of the story. So I mailed her with the question what my grade was again and why I got that grade, because I forgot. Within an hour I received her answer. “How come I am not surprised you have already forgotten your big failure, let me tell you again” and she told everything she said in class. So I showed my father and he was furious. We called the school and arranged a meeting with me, my dad and the teacher. The meeting went as you can expect. My father is a teacher himself at another school who was a teacher even before she was born. And he stated that it was illegal for her to degrade my grade because of someone else’s work. Again she stated that we were too stupid and poor to afford a lawyer to which she added “sue me if you can” After the meeting my father and I went to work and I already had a plan. Remember what I said about my family? Yeah turns out that my aunt from one side of the family is a known lawyer in the region. And 2 cousins once removed from the other side of the family were known lawyers in the entire country. And they all agreed that they would help us for free if it came to a lawsuit. So we arranged another meeting with the teacher, but since the talk would be about a possible lawsuit the principle was there too. She kept her distance because she already got a headache when she saw our determent expressions. She tried to convince the teacher to proceed carefully and it might be wise to just give in. the teacher was having none of it. And again she came with the too poor to afford a lawyer statement and that we couldn’t sue her. So we showed her the names of our 3 lawyers telling her that they as family were going to help her. She recognised the names but thought we were bluffing. So she called each one of them who were happy to respond that she was in the wrong and that they would support us id it came to a lawsuit. Her face went pale and she could not speak for a moment. The principle asked what had to be done in order to avoid the lawsuit. So we made them sign a contract. First, my grade should only be determined for my own work and by another teacher. Second, this incident was to be put on her personal record. Third, we demanded her to be fired, but only after the semester was done, so she still had time to find another job, we are not that hateful and I think it is pretty generous. And fourth, if things were to go south for her future she was not allowed to blame us in any way or she had to pay us (a ridiculous amount of money) for slander. The contract was signed. “You can’t do this” the teacher said after that as she tried to escape through the door. My father got in her way, and with his 6ft height he looked down on her (her being 5,5ft) saying “We can, and if you don’t like it you can try to sue us. And you will fail.” Defeated she sat down in tears as we left the office.

The news of this victory went pretty fast around the school and area. And my grade was raised from an F to a B+ since I was now graded for only my work.

Okay I did fail my finals and thus had only 1 chance left or else I had to redo the year anyway. The principle had enough of it and the risk of having me for another year was enough for her to quit her job, fearing that the next year there would be another problem with me involved. Her replacement was a pretty chill guy and he did fire the teacher three months after the meeting. The new teacher was also pretty chill and now people actually enjoy the school. My second chance at the exams was a success so I have my degree now. And I never heard of this teacher again. Or so I thought. I learned that her boyfriend dumped her after hearing what she did, or tried to do to an disabled kid, and kicked her out of his house and kept the dog because she would not be able to care for it anymore. Her friends stopped contact and her family disowned her. And because this incident was on her personal record no school wanted to hire her even though there is a high demand for teachers. Last summer (about a year and 2 months later) I saw her again. I had to keep myself from laughing from the angry, sad face she made when I ordered a big mac at McDonalds. And it was the best big mac of my life. The end

(source) story by (/u/Samsasamuel)

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Erotica - Part 4 - (M)

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: SMUT Summary: You’re a rookie porn actress on the rise and everything goes well until you get offered a role in a big-budget porn movie, starring the most famous actor in the porn industry. Words: 4758 Warning: Read at your own risk Lots of love for @demongyeom who beta-ed this for me because i’m a mess  <3

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Epilogue -

- Part 4 - 

“Just this time, please. Save us.” Your manager tries everything. Apparently, he just received a call about one of the actress being sick and cancelling on a short scene. No one is available, half of them being busy and having no time to film today. “It’s not going to take long, it’s a quickie but we need it for the website, we’ve been teasing this for so long.”

You sigh, eyes scanning through the new lines of the scene the director wants you to film again. They called you yesterday, claiming that you need to redo a couple of talk scenes with Jaebum.

This movie is never going to end.

“But I’m stuck here, we don’t even know when we’ll be done!” Maybe it’s going to discourage him. Maybe he will give up and ask someone else because you really don’t want to run around for one thirty minutes scene when you were initially supposed to rest today.

“I called the director, he said they can come. The studio is okay with lending us a space to film. You only need to agree and I promise I’ll pay you back for that. If we don’t help we’ll be in trouble, you know how the boss works.” He speaks fast, already grabbing his phone because now you’re doomed, you can’t reject the idea for you have no other arguments.

“Fine.” You’re already exhausted. Today was an off day. How come you ended with re-filming scenes plus doing a quickie?

“Great, thanks, I swear I owe you big time, Y/N.” he flies away, smile carnivorous and you know he is going to get big money for what he just did.

A head pops from behind the door, apologetic. “Miss Y/N, we’ll start soon.”

You nod their way, walking away and grabbing the new script you have yet to memorize before you start.

It’s only a couple of scenes. The director said he wasn’t satisfied with the way it was filmed and grabbed the opportunity to change the script. You received a call yesterday night which made you cancel your initial plan to visit your mother.

You don’t see Im Jaebum. Actually, you didn’t even catch a glimpse of his lazy figure ever since you arrived. He usually sits in a corner, concentrated yet idle, with headphones and sometimes carrying a book. Today he is nowhere to be found and you let a sigh of relief at the thought.

When you started filming this movie, your wrath toward Im Jaebum was stronger than the plague. His behaviour and cockiness made you think of him as nothing but an arrogant guy with a thick dick and no compassion for anyone that isn’t him.

He acted like you were going to ruin his career, like you were a greedy girl rebelling against a wealthy family and taking the job lightly.

With time he became less hostile, even friendly as he often sat back to chit-chat with you. He shared a bit of his real personality, which you found to be rather opposite to what he had shown so far. He wasn’t that much into sex as you thought he would, his main topics revolving around music and walks around town.

Im Jaebum revealed to be warmer with time. He wasn’t keen on being officially sweet, his smiles more teasing than cute in your opinion.

Yet he felt comfortable as time passed.

The sex scenes were less of a showdown and softer. Jaebum allowed himself to let his guards down, movements now composed and understanding. It helped greatly, turning the crazy adventure into something less annoying and as much as you would like to be satisfied with his new self, something feels off.

Something feels off because you’re starting to enjoy this. You never truly enjoyed a sex scene. You had your fun moments with co-actors who actually made you feel more at ease with the task at hand, but never to the point of enjoying the ministrations.

Maybe it’s because he is a professional. Im Jaebum is very famous in the porn industry even though he barely appears in sex related media. Maybe it’s why he is famous. He must be one hell of a good actor if he can make you believe that he cares.

This is why you refuse to speak to him more than necessary. Your last sex scene in the shower turned out to be very productive, tearing a very strong and realistic orgasm from a very intimate Jaebum; and pulling your barriers down.

So naturally, you decide to stay away from any trouble. Im Jaebum is nothing but talented at what he does which has nothing to do with you, hence, you shouldn’t even think about how he might be genuinely affectionate.

But you know nothing about the real Im Jaebum.

He is thankful that you stopped acting like you hate him. He admits he went too far and jumped to conclusions, but he can’t be blamed, in all honesty. He has seen so many young actress trying to become popular and acting dirty just for the sake of fame. He had to deal with clingy girls trying to get into his pants outside of work, running after him and thinking he spends his time pounding into whatever breathes.

So, thinking about how your relationship started, he doesn’t understand how his behaviour changed. He is used to being distant; he knows what people think of porn actors and doesn’t mind staying on his own – or with the only two people he can call friends. He blames it on the situation and the movie itself. He blames everything on how stupid and mushy he has to be for the sex scenes.

He ignores how enjoyable and soft you feel under his hands.

Jaebum knows it can happen. It’s the perks of making love for a living. He’s touched and kissed many people in his short life so obviously, he may feel attracted occasionally. It’s perfectly fine and natural, if he refers to his non-existent love life. He shouldn’t worry, even when he catches himself thinking about how you’d feel in a more intimate mind-set, or how strong his orgasm had been back then in the shower.

Yet, he doesn’t appreciate how it never happened before.

When he receives a call from his manager asking him to come and film a couple of scenes again, he doesn’t nag him. He usually complains, not caring about how ‘unprofessional the staff is’. Today he comes with no resentment towards the staff, hiding his evident eyes scanning the area, only to find it empty of your presence.

“We’ll start in ten.” The staff runs around, unpleased with the probability of having to pay for another day of filming in the studio. Everything is rushed, from how he gets pulled to the hairstylist, to how discreetly his makeup is done.

He catches you walking away from the restrooms, hands flattening the hems of your dress and eyes busy scanning for any imperfection on the thin clothing. You seem distracted, hurried even, like something is on your mind.

“We’ll start with the kitchen scene, please head to the studio.” One of the staff pulls him out of his thoughts, making him turn around and aim at the busy room.

He thinks everything will be alright when you step into the room, sitting on the kitchen table while he starts preparing food, just like the script wants him to. He turns around while the cameraman gets ready, along with the gaffer who doesn’t seem to be satisfied with the bright lightening. He tilts his head, catching your attention and you can only greet him, timidly.

How uncommon.

Jaebum knows something is off. You usually either ignore him totally or talk to him like he is your friend. You never act like there’s something you shouldn’t be doing, or like talking to him is something that makes you uneasy to the point of turning silent.

“Starting in two.” The director adds, making you both nod in his direction.

It’s going to be a long day.

--

It is a long day indeed. Jaebum has to deal with you ignoring him and he is torn between bluntly ask you or ignore the uneasiness. He decides not to push it. He isn’t the type of person who can be petty to the point of asking for justifications to a person he isn’t sure he is close to.

You find it hard to stare into space between each scene. So far you both were at least familiar enough to talk about your lives, so obviously, he would find it weird that you ignored him all of a sudden.

You almost regret it when you hear him sigh, forgetting about your previous will to get away from the illusion of a caring person. Maybe you’re overreacting. Maybe Im Jaebum really cares and is filming those sex scenes genuinely.

Maybe he likes making love to you.

That is stupid.

And even if he does, what’s the matter? It’s normal to be caring between co-workers. It’s even good to have a correct relationship at work.

So why is it that you’d rather escape from him?

You know the answer but you don’t even dare thinking about it. Im Jaebum is nothing but a very professional human-being.

--

“There you are!” You manager claps loudly, interrupting your train of thoughts as numerous people enter the studio. It’s been an hour since you finished re-filming the scene for Erotica and you were still waiting for them to arrive.

The director rushes inside, shaking hands with your manager before waving at you. “Is the studio ready? We are late, let’s hurry.” You know him, he is one of the youngest director working with your company. At least he is easy to work with so you won’t have to spread your legs for too long.

“Where is he?” Your manager asks, peeking behind to crew to look for the actor you’re supposed to work with. You didn’t even ask, the information not important enough for you to be enthusiastic anyways.

“Jackson should come any minute.” The director runs toward the people preparing the equipment and you follow, ready to listen to whatever they would want you to do. As if on cue, your manager arrives behind you, rubbing his hands excitedly. “It’s a quickie, doggy style, a little bit of hair pulling and that’s pretty much it.”

You nod, kind of relieved that it’s Jackson who is going to come and not another cocky actor from your company. There’s only a few you get along with, most of them are too self-centred to even act like you’re worth their time and it irritates you every time you have to film with them. They’re not unfriendly though, just very conscientious.

Jackson is different. He has a bubbly personality built to become friends with anyone who smiles at him at least once. He doesn’t mind filming at ungodly hours and respects all the decisions without complaining. He is a hard-working guy yet always makes the situation less dramatic.

Jackson is the only actor who has the ability to make you laugh in the middle of a sex scene and you enjoy how casual he is without being too laid back.

It’s natural when he throws an arm over your shoulders as soon as he enters the studio. He seems exhausted like he filmed non-stop for the past month – which he certainly did – but doesn’t act like he is annoyed to be here.

He smiles warmly, licking his lips and taking his cap off. “I didn’t know you were the one who agreed on taking Vera’s part. She came this morning and started throwing up all over the place,” he shivers, making a face. “Horrible. I heard you’re filming this movie everyone is talking about, how is it going? “

You shrug, mouth falling downwards in hope to keep the most neutral face. “Different? I don’t know, it’s my first time acting in a full movie with a storyline and actual dialogue.”

Jackson hums, parting from you so he can take his jacket off. “I like it when I feel more of an actor than a walking dick.” He raises a hand to get your manager’s attention. “I’ll go wash up real quick.” One wink and a boyish smile later, he is gone.

Jackson does a lot of ‘amateur like’ scenes. They’re mostly short and focus on sex only, but he also did movies with storylines and dialogues that had nothing to do with moans only. Despite his growing notoriety, he is still the same guy. You like how nothing feels creepy and dirty with him.

You aim for the bed, undressing slowly. Your underwear are the only barriers to your intimacy, making you shiver and wrap yourself into the deep red sheets. The staff is still busy with the lightning and camera placement while you wait for your co-actor to get out of the staff room, clean and perfumed.

Jackson always feels the same. After all those scenes you filmed with him, he always wore the same perfume and used the same body lotion. He wears strong notes of musk, with a sugary and fruity body lotion.

You made fun of him when he told you he was addicted to Victoria’s Secret’s products.

He comes back whistling. You’re lying down, body covered and head against the pillow. The staff is finally ready so Jackson jumps on the bed, covering himself too.

“You start with oral, then doggie style next to the bed. We need you to be quick, thirty minutes maximum. It’s a free video for our premium members so don’t overdo it.” You both nod at the director, Jackson already approaching you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

It’s a common sex encounter. Jackson groans yet massages your flesh with care. You purr against his neck when he starts touching you, earning an amused chuckle from the aroused boy.

It gets more intense when your lips wrap around his swollen tip. He grabs the sheet and bites his lip, watching you play with his penis hungrily.

You add more dramatic moans when he starts licking you. He is on the floor while your upper body is on the bed and he dives right in, groaning and parting your legs so wide you almost yelp at the sudden stretch.

He smirks against your folds and you want to smack him. It feels good to film without tension or uneasiness. Bless him for being somewhat normal even though he also has sex for a living.

The doggie style scene arrives quickly. Jackson jerks himself and rubs his dick playfully against your folds while you position yourself against the foot of the bed. The staff is quiet, busy even, as they start talking about when the video will be up.

You whimper when he fills you up to the hilt, head rising in an exaggerated blissed expression but you freeze when you open your eyes.

--

Jaebum was supposed to go. He didn’t even need to shower and changed himself fast, rushing to get the hell out of here and rest before meeting with his friend for a drink later that day.

He didn’t mean to peek but when he heard you had to film an unexpected scene, he put his bag down and stayed. It’s weird, he was never the type to be into voyeurism but something tickled his curiosity.

So eventually he sticks around, hidden behind the huge camera, looking like the biggest pervert in town. He watches intently, from the moment you start sucking your co-actor to that climax point when he starts pounding into you at full force.

And against better judgement, he scoffs. It looks rushed, tacky and everything he hates. He rolls his eyes at Jackson when the latter grunts and rotates his hips against your face, shakes his head when he spreads your legs and observes your unnatural face when you start moaning way too loudly.

It’s not natural. It’s not how you usually react, it’s definitely not your honest, flustered face when you close your eyes and lick your lips in false lust.

He doesn’t like it but somehow takes pride in the situation. He has been doing this for a long time now and he recognises a good actor when he sees one. Jaebum’s seen and felt too many fake orgasms to see you’re only wet because you must be. It’s pleasant in a way, because he remembers clearly how much you contracted around him, how you grabbed his arm for support, how you licked your lips to muffle the needy moans.

There’s no connection.

He ends up feeling torn. One part of him wants to laugh at how ridiculous that scene looks yet another part wants to grab your co-actor by the collar and drag him out so he can show everyone how you really act when you’re turned on.

It looks different though, when you look and find him staring. You’re bent over the bed, sweaty and panting yet you don’t seem to be into it. Jaebum knows he shouldn’t be here, but he finds it hard to ignore how disturbed it makes you look. You almost fall when you receive a particularly hard thrust and look away, head low.

“You must find this boring, right?” Your manager walks next to him and talks politely, like he wants to apologize for showing such as shameless and cheap scene.

Jaebum shakes his head, a smirk growing on his not so peaceful face. “It’s instructive.” It’s not. He doesn’t find anything interesting about a muscle-boy pounding into a girl who seems as dry as the desert.

When the scene ends, you fall on the bed, thoroughly ignoring Im Jaebum, who you hope is now gone. Jackson stretches and yawns, slapping your butt. “Get up, lazy girl.” He laughs at you and you smile back, grabbing his hand so you can stand up.

Jackson has no boundaries, for he already throws an arm around your shoulder, bowing at the staff and thanking everyone. “Let’s get a drink. It’s been ages.”

You make a face, shaking your head. “I’m exhausted and tomorrow is my last scene.” You peek around and Im Jaebum is nowhere to be seen, so you relax, muscles now soft and yet conscious of your surroundings.

“I didn’t say we would go to a nightclub. My schedule is packed for tomorrow, let’s- Oh, JB! The famous daddy.” Your eyes fly from Jackson to peek at an unamused Im Jaebum, arms crossed over his chest and smile tight. “I didn’t know you were still around!”

Jackson is dense, Jaebum thinks. He tilts his head and looks down at your bare body, the one you always hide from him whenever you’re done filming. How is it that you have no trouble walking around a naked and noisy guy when you dash out of his sight every single time?

Jaebum keeps his reproaches for himself, nodding at a smiley Jackson who doesn’t seem to mind showing his now floppy and dirty dick for everyone to see. “We met already, I believe.”

Jackson thinks for a minute, before clicking his fingers. “We did? Great! I was about to take Y/N for a drink right in front of the studio, why don’t you tag along?”

You part from him, shaking your head. “I told you I’m busy tomorrow. He is too, Jackson. Maybe some other time?”

Jackson looks disappointed from the way his arms go limp by his sides. “I can’t believe you-”

“Fine, let’s go.” Jaebum cuts him, eyebrows raised and watching you for any type of reaction. “The director said we only have filming in the afternoon, it’s our last scene, after all.”

You open your mouth, bewildered. What the hell is he thinking about?

Jackson claps his hands, proud. “So! It’s settled. Let’s take a shower and get out of here.”

--

You don’t know how you end up in a bar with two porn actors and a financial consultant. Jaebum was apparently supposed to meet his a friend and asked if it was okay for him to tag along, as to which Jackson agreed, of course.

He is also currently making the poor boy – whose name is Jinyoung - laugh with lame jokes and weird facial expressions. Jaebum is quiet, watching the place and sipping his drink. You try to make yourself look busy, but it’s hard considering you don’t want to be here.

“Of course not, we do get into stable relationships!” Jackson laughs, “Right, Jaebum?” He started calling him by his name as soon as he felt comfortable, which means ten minutes after meeting him in the studio. “People think we only care about sex.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “Of course you don’t, Jaebum himself has a mediocre love life. Is it true that sex becomes a chore once you become a porn star?” he looks at Jaebum and shakes his head. “Everyone thinks he is a Don Juan with too much stamina but he lives like a grandpa.”

Jaebum doesn’t have the time to answer as Jackson is already laughing loudly.

“It’s true, I guess? We don’t have sex the same way we do for the cameras. I mean, personally, it became that way for me. I’m so lazy when it comes to real sex.” Jackson nudges you, pulling you out of your thoughts. “How about you?”

You observe the three, your glass still clutched between your fingers. Jaebum seems also interested, because he stopped looking at the wall to stare at you.

You try to play it cool. “I guess it’s true. I wouldn’t know, it’s been a long time since I had personal sexual intercourse.” You don’t know why should share that information with two people you barely know and a guy you fuck with professionally.

Jackson gasps. “See? Most of the people I know who are in the sex industry aren’t thinking about sex non-stop.”

Jaebum hums, playing with his now empty glass. “Some people do think of us as creepy and perverted though.” You almost choke, hoping no one would notice how he was referring to you.

Jackson agrees instantly. “It’s hard to find someone who would accept our situation. What do you think about your friend’s job, Jinyoungie?”

You sigh when you hear the pet name. Jackson is so shameless.

Jinyoung doesn’t seem to mind. He thinks for a minute, before putting his glass down. “I’ve been friends with him for a long time so it’s not like I don’t know who he really is, but I admit I would have been freaked out if I met him under any other circumstances.”

“Right?” Jackson muses, amused with the situation. He turns to an upset Jaebum, “Still, you film some nasty shit.” He laughs after his witty remark, facing a now uneasy boy who is close to punching him in the face.

“It pays well.” Jaebum mutters, avoiding your stare that he knows must be judgemental, now. “It’s not like I’m into this.”

You chuckle at his sulky face. He doesn’t look like the cocky guy who made fun of you the first time you met.

The evening ends fast thanks to Jackson who can make the conversation for everyone. You laugh from time to time, teasing Jackson when a woman in her late fifties offers him a drink and he gladly accepts it, winking at the lady.

Jackson runs around once you’re all out of the bar and sings with an amused Jinyoung who looks like he has been friends with him for forever.

Jaebum stays behind, shocked to see how easily the pair became friends. He turns to you after a while, “Do you want me to drive you back?”

You stop, frozen. Maybe it’s a bad idea. You’ve had a couple of drinks and you don’t remember him drinking to the point of being drunk. It isn’t like him to ask when you could get a cab and head home.

“I mean, I took my car to come to the studio today.” He adds, pulling his key from his back pocket. “It’s easier than finding a cab.” He acts like he is detached and is asking purely out of convenience for you. “Unless you still think I’m a creep who will jump you.” He tries humour because it’s incredibly embarrassing and he has to find a way to get out of this if you ever reject his proposition.

Before your brain works, your mouth opens, rapid. “Okay.”

Jaebum smiles, surprised, and turns around to yell at the duet. “Want me to drive you back home, too?”

Jackson stops dancing, shaking his head at you too. “CAB! THANKS!” He pulls on Jinyoung’s hand to make him waltz, the latter barely able to answer as he is basically being pushed around everywhere. He notices the situation though and smirks at Jaebum, before shaking his head too.

“I’ll just find him a cab and head back.” He laughs when Jackson almost trips, forgetting about whatever was happening and Jaebum is glad he doesn’t have to deal with these two.

He presses on a button and a car makes a sound among all the parked engines by the street. It’s a nice yet simple car, in which you enter swiftly. Jaebum steps in a second later, spending no time in turning it on and you give him your address.

The ride is silent, the only sound coming from the soft music enough to make the situation less awkward. Jaebum is focused on the road, taking turns and listening whenever you give him directions. He discovers you live quite far from the studio but doesn’t comment on it, unsure of what your reaction would be.

You focus on the outside world, peaceful and lit with endless lights. You don’t expect him to become a chatterbox, but it’s true you didn’t think he could be so chill and silent. He does seem like the petty type, the guy with too much confidence and gusto, but he has none of it. He lives simply and has a cool friend, a guy who has nothing to do with the porn industry.

He also seems a lot softer than the first time you met. Maybe it’s because you know more about him and finally started to see him as something more than a jerk who fucks numerous persons per day.

It’s funny that he is the exact opposite of what he seems to be at first. It’s also crazy that he seems to avoid any sort of relationship and claims he isn’t that much into sex. You can understand though. Having sex became too much like working — and now that you spend your time faking orgasms, there’s not that much flavour left in it.

“What you usually do is different from what you filmed today.”

Jaebum’s remark makes you look away from the streets to glance at him. He barely peeks at your face and smirks “From what you told me, I thought you were more into soft porn than quickies.”

You smile. “What makes you think that?”

Jaebum peeks again, stopping at a red light and finally giving you his full attention. “It looked like you were forcing yourself. You don’t seem to fake it with me.”

Of all the embarrassing things that he could have said, this is the worst one. You stutter, the hint of an answer stuck to your throat.

“That’s why I thought you were more comfortable with soft porn.” He tries. Maybe he went too far.

You wait for a good minute before you open your mouth. “It’s funny coming from someone who hates soft porn yet seems to enjoy slow and delicate sex.”

He chokes on air, turning around another corner. “I hate filming delicate sex.”

“Then you’re a very good actor.” You add, making him smirk. “I live here.”

Jaebum leans to look at the building before stopping the engine. He then presses on the central locking button so you can open the door.

You grab your bag, glad you can finally run away from the sticky situation. You get out of the car and lean to thank him but he makes you freeze with his next words.

“I wasn’t acting.”

You blink, not getting if you’re imagining things or if Im Jaebum just admitted he made love to you for real. He notices the way your body stiffens and when you don’t move, he decides to end your misery.

“See you tomorrow, rookie.”

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[girl-icarus]

this is the remix

he’s listening to the track for the eighty-seventh time today when he suddenly realizes that the problem is the drums are so fucking terrible that he will never be able to focus on anything else again as long as he lives until they are different. at 2:42 and again at 3:09, the snare is hitting maybe an eighth of a second late, and he doesn’t know how nobody noticed it until just now. do they even have fucking ears? it’s so obvious. this is why he can’t trust anyone else. this is why it’s easier just to do everything himself. he tries looping in a different section, but the transition is so jagged and ugly that it’s worse than doing nothing. he has to fix it. can he just strip out the entire drum track and record it again afterwards and hope it still matches up by some magical, impossible miracle? is there any chance that’s going to work?

he listens for the next hour, listening for the imperfections, hating them. he writes a list of all the errors, starting with drums, broadening to the claggy guitar in the chorus that he’s hated ever since he first heard it, and then he furiously writes “feedback in the bridge, you assholes” and underlines it five times. everyone swore it was gone, that he’s just imagining it, but he fucking hears it, still, and heads will roll tomorrow. heads will roll because he will roll them, he’ll go out in the parking lot and overturn their pretentious tiny cars and roll them, he’ll gather up everything terrible in this world and bundle it together and roll it off a goddamn cliff. he wonders what sound that would make.

“what are you thinking about?” she asks.

“stuff,” he says, because it’s too complicated and petty to explain. everyone else left hours ago, clocked out and went home to dinners and families and television. she’s still here, and he’s not sure what she’s been doing for all these hours, not sure why she stays around, but he doesn’t know how to ask her to leave.

“you should eat something,” she says, but he ignores her and listens to the track again. the verses don’t have any breath noises. they were cobbled together from so many different takes that it doesn’t sound like it was produced by a human voice. it has to be redone. everything has to be redone. maybe they could just start over from the very beginning. redo the drums, do them fucking right this time, then maybe simplify the bass line, no one wants to hear a fancy bass line. redo the vocals in fewer takes. and actually, maybe not bass at all, maybe it should be piano. maybe he should start over, rewrite it all from scratch. he sits there for hours, taking it all down, building it back up, and the sun sets, and the sun rises, and he doesn’t notice when she leaves, or even if she does.

the next morning, people filter back in, and one of them hands him coffee, and he drinks it, scalding and black, and it burns away what is old and irrelevant, and he is ready for a new day. he presses his tongue to the raw roof of his mouth, and he listens, and he waits.

people have conversations around him. it fascinates him, the way they can talk and live and interact, so unaware of their insignificance. they move with what they must think is purpose and grace, because they don’t know any better, and he wonders if that’s easier, to be so dull and unfettered. he wonders if he would like that, if he would choose to disconnect the parts of his brain that analyze so deeply that it is almost a self-dissection, self-autopsy, like he will kill himself in his mission to name absolutely everything about himself and everyone else that he hates.

they talk, and they will get paid, but they don’t do anything. they are just props. they hold him up so he doesn’t fall over and disappear into himself.

they break for lunch because the clock tells them to, not because anything inside of them has decided that they have earned the right to rest. they break, and he stays behind, and he makes lists. she shows up then, like he figured she would. she waits until they leave. she doesn’t like them, but not in the same way he doesn’t like them. she thinks they’re poisonous, but he knows they’re fangless, which is worse. they could bite him for ten thousand years, and he would die from boredom before they even broke the skin.

“what are you thinking about?” she asks.

“ten thousand years of snake bites,” he tells her. she doesn’t ask for any further explanation, so he doesn’t offer any. he listens to the track seventeen times in a row while she flips through his notebook, marking some pages with tiny check marks and others with Xs. when everyone returns from lunch, lazy and unfocused, she slips away. he reviews her review. she likes the same things that he likes, and she doesn’t like the page where he wrote “this is a fucking waste of time” over and over in tiny scrawl until his hand hurt. sometimes, he has to write just to write, and he has explained this to her, but she still doesn’t like his negativity.

he goes into the bathroom, and he runs the water in the sink, and he ducks down to get his head close to the tap, and he whispers to it, “this is a fucking waste of time. this is a fucking waste of time.” later, when everyone else has gone, he will sample this and bury it somewhere in the mix, and it will be their secret.

they leave for the night, and he stays for the night, and then the rain starts. he wanders from room to room, dimming lights, cutting through the empty rooms like a ghost. he moves through things without changing them.

in the kitchen, the rain is more insistent. there is a leak somewhere in the roof, and the water is coming closer and closer to him. in the morning, someone will find the wet patch on the ceiling, and men will come out and plug the holes, and this is his only opportunity to sit here, cross-legged on the floor, listening to the droplets plying at the thinning ceiling like fingers on skin. this is his favorite noise today. this is the best part of today.

he falls asleep on the kitchen floor, and he wakes up on the kitchen floor. she is sitting on the counter, just watching him, her legs dangling like they are connected to two separate bodies. he makes coffee and drinks it, and she watches him quietly. she is waiting for him to speak first, but he won’t.

“what are you thinking about?” she finally asks.

“it was a good rain last night,” he says.

“yes,” she says. “yes, it was.”

a door opens somewhere, and it lets in the clamor of directionless people walking vaguely towards a paycheck. she hops off the counter and disappears, and he drinks another cup of coffee and thinks about water and rain, and he wonders if evaporation makes a noise.

when he was a child, a teacher had told him once not to be the leftover kernel of popcorn that doesn’t get popped. for weeks afterwards, he imagined sitting in hot oil while his friends and family exploded their insides right next to him and got eaten, and he stayed there, getting soggy and burned, until he was finally just thrown away. he had nightmares, and he would scream himself awake, and his sister would come into his room and shush him and tell him not to be so literal, people are not popcorn, no one is getting eaten or thrown out or any of it. but he worried about it then, and sometimes, he worries about it now. what if he just needs a little more time to pop? what is he going to do if they throw him out because he can’t explode fast enough?

he writes the word “burst” on a new page. next to it, he writes “now” and underlines it. he leaves the rest of the page blank. he isn’t ready to write about this yet, but he wants to remember it for later.

he spends the rest of the day listening to birdcalls. he doesn’t think he can use any of them for anything, but they are an adequate palate cleanser. they get the taste of burnt popcorn out of his ears.

everyone leaves, and he stays. the night is really when his day begins. he needs to be alone for anything valuable to happen. he turns off all the overhead lights, and he sets up some candles, and he watches shadows flicker against the amps and the guitar racks. he sits on the floor, and after some time, she joins him.

“what are you thinking about?” she asks.

“trying not to think,” he says.

“okay,” she says, and she stays quiet for a long time, but eventually she says, “you really should eat something.”

“i will. later,” he says. one candle burns out, but the other three stay lit.

“are you getting much done?” she asks.

“sometimes, i don’t think i’m real,” he says.

“why is that?”

“when i was a kid,” he says, and then he stops. she doesn’t pry, so he decides to continue. “when i was a kid, i felt invisible. and maybe i still do. maybe i’m just different, and they can’t see me because they are all the same.”

“i don’t think it matters what they think, or what they see,” she says. “you worry about you. eat something. work. they don’t matter.”

“i don’t know if you’re right about this,” he says.

“i am.” they sit there until all the candles burn out, and then she leaves.

he makes a sandwich, and then he drives himself home for the first time in a week, and he sleeps in his own bed, and he doesn’t go into work the next day. he waters his desiccated plants, and he does laundry and pays bills. he showers longer than necessary. he closes his eyes and lets the water hit his face, and it’s softer than he was expecting. this is the part of his life that he thinks is supposed to feel like everyone else’s life, but this is the part that always feels alien to him, like he is transgressing. like he shouldn’t be allowed these simple pleasures. rest. cleanliness. solitude.

he turns off his phone and doesn’t think about work for three days. he repaints the shutters on the front of his house. he goes for a run on the beach. he spends two hours and two hundred dollars at the bookstore. he drinks coffee slowly in public. he calls his sister and listens to stories about nieces who are older than he remembers them being. he realizes that he is older than he remembers himself being. he buys new glasses. he wears them for a day, amazed at the clarity before him. for that day, his eyes work as well as his ears do. he finds this distracting and doesn’t wear them again.

and then he goes back to work. no one comments about the time that he’s missed, and he gets so much work done that he feels good about himself and his choices for the first time in a while. he might actually get this done. he might actually be capable of getting this done.

he doesn’t see her for a few weeks, and it takes him almost that long to remember to miss her. he’s alone in the studio one night, quietly drawing out the last few steps in the process. he wants this to be over, but he doesn’t like the part where it actually ends, and he deliberately denies himself the satisfaction of completing this, like he’s not sure that he deserves it yet. but eventually, he cannot prolong the inevitable, and even he must admit that the work is done, and there is nothing left for him to do but get out of the way.

“what are you thinking about?” she asks from somewhere behind him. he turns slowly in his chair. she’s sitting on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest. he can’t tell how long she’s been there. maybe she has been there for weeks, and he’s been too wrapped up in the work to notice.

“i’m done,” he tells her, and she smiles.

“i knew you could do it,” she says. “you should eat something.”

he stands up to leave, and he waits for her to join him, but she remains on the floor.

“aren’t you coming?” he asks. “i’ll buy you dinner.”

“go on without me,” she says. “you don’t need me right now.”

“what does that mean?” he sits on the floor across from her, and he watches her, and she doesn’t watch him.

“you said that sometimes, you don’t think you’re real,” she says. “do you remember that?”

“i don’t remember saying it, but i remember thinking it,” he says.

“you’re real,” she says, and she smiles, and she finally meets his eyes. “but maybe i’m not.”

“oh,” he says, as she shimmers and starts to fade from sight. “maybe not.”

#i wrote this for you years ago and never gave it to you #at the time i had an idea about which character was me and which was you #i wonder if maybe that's changed now #long post

[bambyeol]

Unlocked (final)

pairing/s : neighbor! park jihoon x OC  genre: fluff, domestic  characters : Park Jihoon, oc (Bae Riseul), Kang Daniel, Lai Guanlin, Park Woojin, Ong Seongwoo 

prompt: your apartment is next to mine and I can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hushed tones and it won’t let me sleep so I bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops. One day turns to one week and then months, and I haven’t seen you smile in forever.. please let me in, I’ve been knocking for ten minutes now. (credit goes to: au prompts list)

masterlist for other fanfics

note: so I had this ready to be posted since last monday, but Tumblr was being a bitch and no matter what I do, it just doesn’t appear on the new posts/ searches/ tags and I had exams so I said i’ll just post this again when I have time to fix whatever glitch happened to my account. That said, here you go and sorry for being late (ಥ﹏ಥ)

super important note : pls. pls. PLEASE. you’ve gotta read the first part of this. the story wouldn’t make sense otherwise ! !  UNLOCKED (part 1)

other fics : (if you’re interested + i don’t have any masterlist yet since I’m still piling this up) 

Downpour:  PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 //  PART 4  (Hanahaki) summary of Downpour : when one breakup leads to the blooming of your feelings for your best friend (Park Jihoon) and .... flowers .   

song inspiration :  갖고 싶어 (I Wanna Have) by Wanna One

It was a lazy afternoon with their respective day-offs being spent in video games in their cozy pajamas,  Riseul plopped on Jihoon’s thigh which is surprisingly a little squishy possibly from  the gym membership that went to waste when he got too lazy to continue after having a taste of muscle spasms. 

“We’re a team ! Why are you even pushing me off the cliff?” Jihoon drops the remote after the 5th time that he has died, and the 5th time they needed to redo the whole map because they didn’t reach the checkpoint zone. “I told you, I don’t know. You know yourself that this is not the most user-friendly game out there, right?” Riseul replies exasperated as she rolls her eyes.

“You’re just a noob,” Jihoon mutters under his breath and opts to try again. “Shoot is L1, reload is R1. No more, no less,” he commands as the game loads and transports them back to the map. The doorbell rings, and Riseul presses the pause button and wiggles her body, rolling away from Jihoon’s thigh before pushing herself up from the floor. She hears Jihoon groan as she walks towards the door because he told her he badly wanted to finish that game today.

“I’ll check the door,” forgetting that it was Jihoon’s apartment. She peers through the peephole  and sees three men. Riseul shifts nervously, “ I think they’re your friends.” Jihoon rises immediately and checks before the look of confusion  mixed with growing annoyance settled in. 

“What the fuck?” Jihoon checks his phone and sees 17 messages and 12 missed calls from Seongwoo, Woojin and Daniel. “What are they on about now?” He dials the number of Seongwoo and Riseul panics silently.

Why is she even panicking?

“Why are you outside my apartment?” Jihoon asks suspiciously with a low grumble, eyes on the peephole.

 “Friendly visit. Come on, open the door, we could hear your voice from here, you know. And don’t speak like you want to murder us, it’s funny,” Seongwoo’s voice echoes in the hallway, and he waves in front of the peephole with his charming smile.

Jihoon sighs and slowly opens the door. “Surprise!” The three chimes, and Jihoon plants his hands on his face in agony. 

The three sees Riseul and looks at one another when Seongwoo opens his palm with a triumphant smirk. Daniel and Woojin flaps their wallet and takes 10 000 won each. “I told you so.”

Riseul finds herself retreating behind Jihoon, cheeks red and head down. Jihoon holds her arm, and sends her a reassuring smile. 

They’re not dating. They’re not dating. They’re not dating. 

He motions for the three to come in, and they greet Riseul warmly. She doesn’t miss how Daniel whistles after greeting her, and Jihoon smacks his head. Seongwoo and Woojin laughs in the distance, jabbing Daniel’s shoulder lightly.

 But they definitely think she’s dating Jihoon...

She follows behind slowly while thinking of ways  to come clean while remaining emotionally unscathed. She sighs, feeling her head aching. How is she going to deal with such a rowdy crowd?

Woojin kicks Jihoon’s back with a knowing grin as Riseul was preparing food. He turns around to find Seongwoo wriggling his eyebrows playfully and Daniel’s eyes close to nothing because of his smile.

“What now?” Jihoon whispers harshly swatting off Woojin’s foot resting comfortably on his shoulder. 

“Oh don’t be such a sour patch. You’re acting like a ten year old. Did we interrupt you video games and chill?” Seongwoo comments and waves at Riseul  when she places one of the dishes before proceeding back into the kitchen. 

“So... you and her now huh?” Woojin asks softly with excitement

Jihoon sighs, and shakes his head. “We’re not dating so stop that. You’re making her uncomfortable.”  

“Someone’s concerned!” Seongwoo turns his head and raises his voice a little in the direction of Riseul, and Jihoon grabs his mouth in annoyance before planting Seongwoo’s face in the deepest reaches of the sofa. “Mmph,” he struggles to break free and Daniel laughs upon seeing his body sink into the sofa.

“You evil bastard. Bet she doesn’t even know you have this side of you,” Seongwoo feigns tears as he rubbed his mouth that was reddish because of Jihoon’s hold. 

“For the last time, we’re not dating.” He leaves the trio but before he manages to, “ Oh, but you wish you were.” Seongwoo comments lowly, and Jihoon catches it.

Jihoon shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t reply.

Jihoon sends the trio off after he manages to convince them to return to their own apartments after 2 hours of wrecking his house. Riseul is beyond exhausted, but happy still. She finally had the chance to meet his friends, and honestly they were handsome and fun to be with. She then understood why the local veterinary was always teeming with people.

Though the trio didn’t touch the dating topic (which she believes to be due to Jihoon’s interference of some sort), they kept sending her assessing glances, and she couldn’t help but feel insecure. Were they comparing her to his ex-girlfriend?

But she remembered Seongwoo. “Thank you for tolerating our and his childishness. We’ll visit again. He winks at her perhaps to imitate Jihoon before Jihoon barks at Seongwoo to move faster and to stop pestering her.

She laughs and waves the three of them goodbye before deciding to wash the dishes while waiting for Jihoon, but before she even gets to fully immerse herself in the washing, the doorbells rings and thinking that it was Jihoon, Riseul opens the door immediately.

“You’re back so fast, Ji..” but it isn’t a figure of a man that stood in front of her. It is Jihoon’s ex-girlfriend. They both couldn’t contain their surprise to themselves as they stared at each other until his ex-girlfriend bows politely. “I thought it was his day-off today, so I...” she explains.

“Oh.. uhm,” Riseul scratches her neck, feeling the sweat pooling in her palms.

“May I go in?” she asks kindly, and really who was Riseul to shoo her away? She steps aside and bids her to enter.

The key inside her pocket felt a thousand times heavier.

“Uhm should I text him?” Riseul offers trying to break the icy silence that penetrated inside the apartment. His ex-girlfriend shakes her head, continuing to sip on the instead.

“It’s okay, I’ll just be here for a while. Besides, I already told him yesterday about it,” she informs Riseul, and the silence returns leaving with nothing to keep her from overthinking.

Yesterday. Yesterday.

The time Jihoon was late because he got sidetracked. The time Jihoon kept on clinging to her in his drunken stupor. She should have known from the key.

Jihoon didn’t own two keys.

So that’s why - a heavy pang descends. Of course, those word weren’t meant for her at all. Even the key, she realizes now.

He wanted to give it to her 

Because out of all the times that they drank (mind you they were plenty) and he turned into a sobbing mess, never had he become like that.

Really, why did she even think that maybe it was because he liked her?

“Did Jihoon even tell you why we broke up?” she sets her cup on the table, resting her hands on the table - her words cutting Riseul’s brooding. 

“He’s not the type to think too much about the past. That’s why he didn’t tell you. I think...” she trails off as if trying to console Riseul, and Riseul sends her a smile as if she is denying all the suspicions thrown her way.

“We’re just friends.” His ex-girlfriend raises her eyebrow oh so subtly but quickly lowers it down. “I don’t want to be the cause of his sadness. We’re long over, almost a year now, Riseul-ssi.”

Oh. but he likes you. All this time. She wanted to tell her that, but the words remained to roam freely inside her head and not her mouth.

“Anyway...” Riseul stops the thoughts, clenching her shirt underneath the table to prevent her hands from shaking further from dread.

“Back then... We got too used with the happiness. It was a perfect ride. Every day was fun, but not knowing sadness in a relationship is as toxic as not knowing any happiness too, you know. So it wasn’t surprising that we broke up.” She closes her eyes but instantly opens it to reveals slight dampness on her eyes

“I just returned to get one last thing that I forgot here. Maybe after that...” she cuts off her own sentence and heads to a drawer where she pulls a necklace with a ring in it.

“He likes you,” Riseul rises from her chair dramatically. Why is she hindering two people who were still in love? His ex-girlfriend shakes her head and places the necklace into her pocket.

“Riseul-ssi. Longing is not the same as love,” touching Riseul’s shoulder gently like a big sister.

“I hope you continue taking care of him,” she smiles though Riseul felt her hand shaking. She heads to the doorway and Riseul didn’t know what else to say.

“Oh.. and one last thing,” she stops by the doorway.

“Please don’t tell him about this. Honestly, I’m glad I didn’t see him. And I’ve already changed my number and deleted his. Thank you for your hospitality,” she bids Riseul goodbye. As the door closes, she turns one last time and buries all the memories that were formed inside.

Jihoon returns and finds Riseul sitting deep in thought, unaware that the boiler is whirring. It unnerves him.

Is it because of his friends?

He approaches her nervously and she hasn’t even registered that he has arrived. He gently places his palm on top of her head, and Riseul bolts, switfly craning her neck as if she has seen a ghost.

“Oh. you’re back..” 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Riseul tilts her head confused, mouth agape. “They were rowdy and made you feel uncomfortable..” he explains, his hands fidgeting

“No. They were fun and hmmmmm good-looking?” Riseul rubs her chind and laughs in embarrassment. Jihoon’s face darkens a little but quickly regains his composure.

“Birds of a feather flock together.” He grins and Riseul flicks his forehead. “You’re embarrassing. I’m heading back now,”

“I’m just being honest.”

“If you say so, wink boy.”

“How is Jeju?” Jihoon texted her and Riseul tightens her scarf to shield her nape from the horrendous winter and grips the hot compress on her side pocket. “Cold ＼(º □ º l|l)/”  “Don’t dragons breath fire? Go make some  |ʘ‿ʘ)╯” “Shut up, piglet ヽ( ˋ(00)´ )ノ” “Dragon is upset. Incoming fire  〣( ºΔº )〣” 

After the whole ordeal with Jihoon’s ex, Riseul received a text from her mother that her grandfather collapsed and was hospitalized. Being close to her grandfather, she immediately bought the earliest flight for Jeju, but it turns out that it was merely a false alarm and just her mother overreacting when she arrives to find her grandfather back at their house.

Nevertheless, her grandfather urged her to stay, so she took a week-long vacation from work. Also, she needed time to manage her emotions and being away from Jihoon is giving her some clarity.

“Riseul!” a voice calls out from behind, and he throws himself into her arms, and she does the same, excitedly wrapping her arms into his lean body.

“Guanlin?!” she greets with a smile from ear to ear.

“Jihoon’s pissed,” Woojin informs Daniel and Seongwoo as he enters the room adjacent to the receiving area of the veterinary. “So don’t pull any dumb moves today if you don’t want to die.” 

“What happened?” Daniel leans back and stretches his neck to see Woojin who was busy teaching Sengwoo how to grind coffee. Woojin shrugs and looks up in heavy thought. “Oh, but he did ask me a weird question.” Seongwoo interjects and tries the coffee made by Woojin.

His face contorts to ugliness with the bitter taste of the coffee, and shoots Woojin a disgusted look. “Don’t look at me like that. We’re both learning here.” He sets the coffee on the table. Woojin tries it out, bu is met with the same bitter taste. He sticks his tongue out, body shuddering. Immediately, he drinks a glass of water, and pours the coffee in the sink.

“He asked me what did it mean if someone changed their Line picture to that of a man and woman.Told him it meant they’re dating.”

Woojin claps his hand with realization. “That’s it! He kept looking at his phone awhile ago.” He notices the cheshire-like grin found in Seongwoo and Daniel’s face.

“Jihoon will kill you, I swear,”

“We will not die in vain,” Daniel and Seongwoo cross their fists with understanding, trouble brewing in their eyes.

“Hey, Daniel. Did you see a heart lying around here?” Seongwoo starts grinning. Jihoon rolls his eyes and doesn’t mind them. He taps on Riseul’s profile picture again, and closes it and sighs before repeating his action.

The man had jet black combed hair, angular jaw and smooth pale skin. His wire-rimmed glasses drooped lowly as he leaned on Riseul’s shoulders who in the picture was laughing as she looked at his direction, her hands midway to reaching his face possibly to fix his glasses.

Irritation sets in again.

“Must be in Jeju,” Danie replies and Jihoon twitches a bit.

“Speaking of Jeju.. Been there before. Beautiful scenery, beautiful people. Beautiful place to date.” It distracts Jihoon, and Seongwoo uses the chance to peek at his phone to get a clear view of the man.

“Oh! Isn’t he?” Seongwoo looks at Daniel with worry. “You mean that guy you saw at the airport before she left?” It reels Jihoon in.

“You met Riseul?”

Seongwoo nods. “I sent my sister off and I saw her there but she was with a guy. I thought you knew about it so I didn’t really bother sharing it.” 

Jihoon mumbles an ‘oh’ before he looks at the picture one last time - hurt and jealousy settling in.

Riseul finally arrives to Seoul after being delayed for 3 hours due to the weather. She turns her phone on and notices the accumulated messages from Jihoon.

“Where are you?” was the last text. “Just arrived. I’ll be home in an hour,” she replies as she boards the taxi where she immediately dozes off.

Stepping out of the taxi, Riseul notices Jihoon standing outside of the apartment complex. “Whaa. What are you doing here?” she asks, her concern visible when she touches his face feeling the coldness of his skin.

“I was waiting for you,” he smiles cheekily, his breath a hazy white due to the cold temperature. Riseul frowns.

“Don’t be stupid. The weather’s frigid”

“Well, yeah. I just..” Jihoon trails off, and Riseul looks at him straight in the eye. “Before that, I forgot to..” she takes out a key from her pocket.

Jihoon looks at her with confusion. “Your apartment key,” Riseul says with a soft smile and grabs Jihoon’s hand to firmly plant the key there. “I wanted to give it back before, but I left for Jeju. You gave it to me when you were drunk before,”

“I don’t need it.” He tries to return it to her. “ I don’t need it too.” She places her hands inside the pockets of her black coat. “I mean, my apartment is right next to yours, Jihoon-ssi” there was a certain distant feeling that Riseul projects with her voice.

Jihoon frowns and looks at the key on his hand. “Is it because... you’re dating someone?”

Riseul’s eyebrows knit together. “I’m dating someone?” she laughs for a couple of seconds, smacking his chest but he does not feel the urge to laugh. Instead, Jihoon remains standing, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Where did you even get that idea huh? You’re strange.”

“Yeah, I am. Because you suddenly changed your Line picture, and I asked Seongwoo what that meant even if I knew what it meant,”

“I changed my Line picture?” she asks and checks her phone only to be met with the picture of her together with Guanlin. “That little rascal.. I swear, I’ll punch him,”

Jihoon crosses his arms that seemed to be some non-verbal cue for Riseul to explain herself. Riseul stares at him for a while.

“Look, I have no idea about this Line picture. This guy in here is Guanlin, my childhood friend, and for the record, let me just...” she scrolls through the Line profiles and clicks Guanlin to reveal him with another girl. “He has a girlfriend for like 6 years now who happens to be my best friend and also the only reason that I think he’d change my Line profile picture was because of... Oh wait... No, never mind that,”

But Jihoon doesn’t seem to take ‘no never mind’ for an answer because his gaze is filled with anticipation.

“Riseul, do you like this guy?” Guanlin points to Jihoon’s profile in side view while he wore a black apron over his striped sweater. It was a picture she took without his permission when he forced her to not help him during cooking, and it was a picture she has forgotten to delete ( not that she wanted to but Jihoon often pries into her phone ) 

“What? No. Stop that, you little..” she blushes and Guanlin just smiles and nods. “Well, he’s cooking for you in here, so I think he likes you too.”

“That’s just our agreement,” she dismisses. 

“Then, I’ll help you know about it,” he leans into her shoulder, and Riseul was about to smack him jokingly for the sudden physical affection when he snaps the picture, “Smile!”

Guanline and her best friend sends her off in the airport. Before bidding their farewells, Guanlin steps in and whispers, “If he gets angry and asks if you’re dating someone, that’s a green light, Riseul. That means he likes you.” Before she even got to ask what it meant, her flight gets called.

“You changed your Line picture because?”

“Because I wanted to confirm something..” Riseul states with resolution. “Now my turn to ask. Why were you waiting for me and even interested if I’m dating someone?”

“Because I love you,” he spills truthfully, his cheeks becoming flushed with the color of red. Riseul blinks for a couple of seconds before she covers her face. Her hands slowly run down to reveal her eyes wide with shock.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” Jihoon looks at her incredulously. “Why would you jump to that conclusion?”

“Because...” she stammers. “Because you wouldn’t be saying that to me at all. You should be saying that to her!” her hands moving so animatedly in an effort to explain her raging emotions.

“Her?”

“Your ex! I mean.. You still like her, right?”

“Where the hell did you get the idea that I still like her?” he shakes his head with disbelief.

“Because that night when you were drunk.. You gave me your key, you acted so clingy like wanting to call my name affectionately and asking me to do the same, and then,” she tears up. Her tears heating up her cheeks. Jihoon steps closer in an attempt to wipe away her tears but she raises her arm forwards to maintain the distance. “Stay there, Park Jihoon. I’m not done yet.”

“And then I met her the day after, and she told me that she met you before we drank in the restaurant and that’s when I realized that she’s the only reason why you would have acted that way. I mean,” she fans her face and Jihoon listened carefully taking in everything. “Because you wanted to say those words to her right?” Riseul finishes out of breath, and she wipes the tears away.

God. She was so resolute in giving the key back and moving from her stupid little love, but here he is offering her his heart and she doesn’t have the courage to even believe it.

“Listen. For the past 6 months, I haven’t thought about her at all.. And that day, she went to the store and asked permission to get the necklace which was a family heirloom by the way. It wasn’t some little treasure of our love. She’s just messing with you. She has that bad habit of making things much more dramatic than they seem. We’re both over with each other. And that day, she pointed it out to me.”

“Pointed out what?”

“That I was in love with you,” he stares at her straight into the eye, and smiles. A smile so endearing and devastating.. The smile he once gave her. It was hers now..

“And the only reason I was late that day was because I was so distracted about that realization that I missed the right station, and all those drunken stupor? I don’t remember them, but yeah. They’re true.”

“I really want to call you by your name, and I hate it when you call me formally. And for the record, at this moment,” he steps in closer disregarding how RIseul wanted to get away until they were mere inches apart. Then to centimeters. Riseul closes her eyes shut in panic and her body tightens as Jihoon stops and breathes a small laugh. Caught with surprise, she slowly opens her eyes only to be greeted by Jihoon’s face up-close.

“I’m not drunk at all,” he stoops down to close the final centimeters before Riseul even had the chance to register everything. He kisses her tenderly, his hands moving to her waist to pull her closer and slowly up to her cheeks before they pull back, their shared breath visible under the winter sky.

He sweeps of the snow that fell on top of her head, and seemingly unsatisfied with the kiss they shared, he kisses her forehead, her cheeks, nose and back to her lips.

“God, I love you,” he laughs and hugs her tightly. “Riseul. Riseul. Riseul. Feels nice to remove the formality. Riseul, Riseul, Riseul,” his voice tickles her ears and electrifies her whole body . Riseul punches his stomach lightly to push him away to hide her embarrassment, but she hugs him back feeling their fastened heartbeats. 

She likes it there. In the comfort of his arms, and the tickling sensation of his voice when he speaks. If it wasn’t for the snow, she wouldn’t even try to break free.

“One last thing..” he mumbles but it registers clearly on Riseul’s ears because of their proximity. “Remind me that I need to kill Seongwoo and Daniel...” 

Fin. 

note: Unlocked is now complete (and I still have exams and still haven’t started any new fic on my computer  ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ) ) but rest assured I’ll be posting a new one either this weekend or Monday (I’ve got tons of prompts and plots sitting in my computer yasss) 

I’m going to write fics starring other members once exams are over (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Thank you for reading Unlocked and hope you continue supporting me   ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc) Feel free to leave your feedback or message me (yes let’s all be friends  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) )

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#wanna one #wannable #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fanfiction #wanna one fic #wanna one fanfic #park jihoon #park jihoon scenarios #park jihoon imagines #kang daniel #ong seongwoo #lai guanlin #park woojin #wanna one fluff #domestic #neighbors #unlocked final #park jihoon x OC #ongniel

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Indecisive - ( Pt. 1)

Yoongi Angst | Taehyung x Reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (coming soon)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, BTS x Reader, series

Author’s note: SECOND FANFIC AYYYYY. I’ve been writing this one since….. this summer maybe?? lol idk im lazy af and i still have other stuff to write. RLLY GOOD STUFF TOO. ive been into angst stuff lately bc i love to break my heart over n over again :’))) thats my kink guys!!! getting my heart broken!! haha jk im srry i will sto p anyways. I love yoongi with all my heart,,,, but i also love taehyung with all my heart so i was like WHY NOT AHAHAHA bias vs bias wrecker ok now i’m overdoing this author’s note thing im srry pls enjoy btws i posted this without rlly reviewing it so YEAH LETS GET IIIIIIT

“Ew, what kind of face is that?” a low voice asked, looking at the screen on the phone you were holding up, the front camera facing you and raven haired male that sat next to you as you took a selfie. You had your face scrunched up, eyes rolled up to the point where the only the whites of your eyes were shown, you clicked the camera shutter.

“What’s wrong with silly pictures?” You pouted and turned to your date. As he looked back at you, he scoffed, “you call that silly? That’s more ugly than it is silly.” His tone was serious but you knew his humor consisted of roasts.

You couldn’t help but laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, “Okay, okay. We’ll take a good one.” Your hand still in position, you smiled at the camera showing teeth, while the young man smirked. Click. “There we go.” You cooed. The lights began dimming, indicating the movie was about to begin so you put your phone away.

You were amazed by the fact you were able to ask Yoongi out on a date to the cinema. You weren’t sure how to go about it but you asked your best friend, Taehyung for advice, he seemed weird about it but eventually he said to just go for it. You and Yoongi were good friends to begin with but you felt something else go on between you two (a lot of sexual awkward tension to be exact). For a while, neither of you acknowledged it, knowing it could possibly ruin your friendship, and that’s something the neither of you wanted.

Deciding to see a romantic comedy, Yoongi was first against it, but it was the only thing you could stand watching. Horror wasn’t your cup of tea, so Yoongi let it slide. To your surprise, you heard Yoongi laughing along beside you. Looking at him laughing, you couldn’t help but smile too.

Then, a sudden burst of happiness hit you. It was weird–it would happen from time to time and it’d come at the most random times. The feeling was strong and passionate that just couldn’t be ignored.

“Hey, Yoongi…” you began, but you stopped. Yoongi’s phone was vibrating in his pocket. As the screen lit up, his eyebrows knitted together, “ahh, what can I do..” he flashed his phone at you, “it’s Suran. I’ll be back.” Answering his call in a low whisper, he got up from his seat and walked while crouching, trying not to block people from veiwing the movie and walked outside of the movie theater.

All of your firey passion was gone in an instant. Your heart’s content was quickly replaced with sadness. ‘Why am I being like this..? It’s not like he’s leaving.. Ohmygod. Am I jealous?’ You felt frustrated about your own feelings. ‘No! I can’t be. They’re both my friends.’

Holding a burdensome conversation with yourself, a voice whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry,” it was Yoongi. Making you snap out of the lonesome quarrel, you turned your head towards him, “Suran is… in need of my help. I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

To your understanding, you nodded, “alright. No worries, I hope everything’s fine..!” and with that, he rushed back out.

Trying to keep your cool, you sunk into your seat, ��they’re both my friends… then why am I feeling like this?’ you could only ask yourself that same question over and over.

‘Next time, maybe?’ you asked yourself. The autumn night breeze blew your hair, chilling your cheeks and runny nose. The hoodie you wore under your jean jacket kept you warm. After Yoongi left, you had been in a sour mood and decided to leave without finishing the movie. You felt like you needed to take a walk, and that’s what you did. It felt nice to have some time to yourself and sort out these senses.

Getting home, you plopped down onto your bed, spreading your limbs out. Staring at the ceiling, you contiplated whether or not to text Yoongi. And after many debates, you finally decided yes. Pulling out your phone from your purse and clicking the message app, you picked Yoongi’s contact.

YOU: Hey, how is Suran doing? Is everything okay?

After a few minutes, you recieved a reply.

Yoongi-nie: Hey, everything’s fine, I guess. her boyfriend broke up with her so she needed my moral support… how was the movie? sorry i didn’t stick around long enough to see the ending. did they end up together?

YOU: oh no that’s terrible. HE DIDN’T DESERVE HER. HE’S AN ASS. I got her back, tell her that. and the movie was good. :) you lied guess we gotta redo this lil date so you can find out for yourself! haha

The reply from Yoongi took a little longer than you had hoped.

Yoongi-nie: Date? i didn’t know this was a date… i thought we were only hanging out….

What–. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Your heart was pounding hard against your chest.

YOU: Oh, hanging out? lol then do u want to go on a date sometime with me…?

At that point, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Turning your screen off, you screamed while throwing your phone to the other side of your bed. The anticipation and anxiety began to build. “WHY DID I DO THAT? JEEZ, FUCK. OHMYGOD. NOOO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK–” Ding! You received a message.

Quickly crawling to the other side of your bed, you flipped over your phone and rushed to unlock it.

Yoongi-nie: No. Sorry. I don’t like you like that. I always thought I treated you like my annoying little sister, but I don’t want to keep leading you on. I’m sorry but I don’t feel that way.

Your heart sunk. It was the end. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting. Your life isn’t like the romantic comedies. You weren’t going to get the boy. It happens.

YOU: Ahhh. Okay. Sorry, I misunderstood. I probably made you feel uncomfortable. Thanks for telling me the truth, though. I really appreciate it.

Yoongi-nie: Are you okay? I don’t want you to be depressed or anything.

At this point, your heart felt destroyed.

YOU: OMG. Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. I just need some time if that’s okay.

Yoongi-nie: Take all the time you need. Again, I’m sorry.

YOU: Don’t apologize. It’s okay, seriously. Goodnight.

Yoongi-nie: Goodnight.

Recieving that last text, you set your phone on silent and played music. You didn’t think playing your favorite songs could make you feel so sad.

———————————————————————————————————–

The next day felt draining. Although you didn’t have work, your morning wasn’t as enjoyable as it could’ve been. Doing what you usually do on your day off, you jumped into the shower. Since you had no plans of going out, you only changed into comfy sweats and a t-shirt, and tied your hair up into a pony-tail. Next, you cleaned your apartment while listening to music that blasted through your speakers. It was a good distraction until you heard a knock at the door.

Turning down the music, you took a look at yourself in the mirror that hanged in the hallway before the front door and moved away misplaced strands of hair out of your face then opened the door.

It was Taehyung wearing his baggy tan hoodie and ripped blue jeans. He had what seemed like bags filled with food in his hands. “Good morning!” He smiled. You were able to keep it together since the night before and all morning but for some reason, seeing your best friend’s face made you break into tears. “Taaaaaehyuuuuung..!” you sobbed.

The brunette’s smile was wiped off with concern and confusion, “woah, woah what happen?” He closed the door behind him and placed the bags onto the table before wrapping his lengthy arms around you.

His warm embrace made you cry into his chest even harder and hug back. All that was heard were muffled sobs. “There, there.” he said softly, stroking the top of your head. He was patient with you, he always was. And it was rare to see you cry, Taehyung knew you were a strong when it came to your feelings. Stress, frustration or even just sad movies never made you cry.

After a few minutes of ugly sobbing, you stepped back, letting go and looking up at him through your blurry vision. Taehyung looked back into your eyes and only chucked, “well that’s a sight for sore eyes.” cupping your cheeks, he wiped away your tears as you sniffed. “Are you ready to tell me what happen?”

The only response you gave him was a slow nod. Tired of standing at the door, the both of you moved the conversation to your living room, where you told him about your heartbreak.

You sat at one end of the couch in a little ball while Taehyung sat at the other end. “Ahhh… this is so embarrassing…” you sighed, rubbing your eyes and sniffed.

“Why are you embarrassed? These are your feelings. There’s nothing you should be embarrassed about.” Taehyung comforted.

You sighed once again, “ah… why did I have to fall for Yoongi? I should’ve just fallen for you instead. We’re practically married,” leaning your head against the leather cusion of the couch and giggled.

Only a corner of Taehyungs lips lifted, “that’s food for thought.” He leaned over and patted the closest limb he was able to reach, which was your foot, weird but it still felt comforting, “I don’t know what else to say but to move on–things like this happen. I don’t want to sound like a jerk and tell you this but it’s the truth,” he sighed, “and I don’t want you to keep bringing your hopes up for them to be suddenly broken down again.”

Taking a deep breath and rubbing your eyes before combing through your hair with your fingers, you looked at him, “aghhh, you’re right. I have to get over him…. and I’ll start by eating that food you brought–where it at?” you got off the couch and quickly walked to the table in the hallway where Taehyung left the bags.

Opening the bags, it felt as if the food itself was glowing and shinning on your face. Was there a choir of angels singing? Who knows but you could hear them loud and clear. All you could do was mischievously laugh to yourself, “oh, Taehyungie. You know me so well.” The bags were filled with all of your favorite snacks and drinks.

“I thought we could watch some movies and chill all day while eating junk food,” the owner of the low and husky voice popped in, watching you drool from the hallway.

You looked up at the direction it come from and smiled, “Taehyung, you have perfect timing.”

#bts #yoongi #suga #taehyung #kim taehyung #min yoongi #angst #bts angst #kpop #kpop angst #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #one shot #fluff #agust d #part 1 #BTS - Indecisive

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Survey Thingy

I was tagged by @punwolf​ but since this was getting kind of long, I’m gonna put it under a read more.

What was the best interaction you’ve ever had with a stranger? That’s...kind of hard.  I work in customer service so I talk to a lot of strangers.  I guess I’ll go with one that continues to amuse me to this day.  In 2007, living in NYC, I had hair to the middle of my back.  One day, I went to a salon down in the Village and I dyed it electric blue.  As I was taking the train home, I was walking down a connector hallway to change trains and some guy in a business suit walking behind me says real loud “I don’t know if you noticed, but your hair is REALLY blue.”  I turned around and went IT IS?  OMG I TOLD THEM TO GIVE ME HIGHLIGHTS!  He laughed, I laughed, it was nice.

Do you have the same religious beliefs that you had as a child? If so, why? Is not, how and why did they change? I as raised Christian.  I am no an Atheist...because of Doctor Who.  It wasn’t that the show was really atheist or anything (though some elements did work their way in courtesy of RTD).  It was just that I was watching it and I had this thought “there are so many worlds out there, and so many other lives that lived before us and will live after us.  How incredibly stupid and arrogant we must be to think we are the one true God’s chosen little planet.”  And that kind of shook down every religious belief I’d ever had.

What would your perfect room look like? Clean.  I am not a great housekeeper, so honestly if it was just clean I could work with it.  I’m pretty low maintenance about STUFF.  I would like some book cases, and some trophy cases for my funkos, and a table or desk so I can have a desktop computer.  Other than that?  I don’t really need much.

A book you love and one you didn’t. Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman and Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie 

What three events made the biggest impact on who you are today? Moving to New York taught me it was okay to be introverted, I could still have a good time with people without being crazy outgoing all the time, and I was actually a lot happier and self sufficient when I didn’t force myself to try so hard to be social.  Dating my most recent EX left me emotionally scarred and in financial ruin.  Meeting Jenn rebuilt me, gave me the first real best friend I’ve ever had, and has pushed me to become the writer I always wanted to be.

What was the weirdest habit you had as a child? It is too embarrassing to share.

What’s something you’ve been meaning to try but haven’t gotten around to yet? Yoga

What’s something special about the place you grew up? I had a really big yard when I was a kid.  We had a trailer on a fairly big lot, so I had lots of room to run and I could get a lot of mileage out imagination.

As the last human left on earth, what would you do? Hard to say.  I’m a stubborn old bitch.  And I’d be depressed as all get out but despite it all I think I’d keep trying to live.  I’d probably die of exposure before anything else ever got me.

What do you use your post-it notes for? Honestly...I usually fold one in half if something gets stuck in my teeth at work.  That is the most common use I have for them.

What’s your favorite quote? "You don’t pass or fail as a person, dear.” - Ocean at the end of the Lane, Neil Gaiman

What is a song that you have completely memorized? -  There’s....a lot.  Most songs by P!nk.  A shit ton of Broadway.  I can probably sing Pippin all the way through without problems.

What amazing thing did you do that no one was around to see? -  I work unsupervised for 8 hours a day 40 hours a week in the customer service industry.  Most of what I do is amazing and most of it goes completely unnoticed.

What do you wish you knew more about? - Computers.  I could get a pretty decent job at my best friend’s work in Texas if I just knew more about computers.

What is your claim to “fame”? - Nowadays?  Being part of the Megstiel core fandom.  But back in the day...it was Buffy.  I got my 15 minutes there.  I worked for Dragon*Con as part of the Buffy track.  For a year, I shared almost daily emails with Scott Allie, the Head Editor of Dark Horse Comics.  He cited me as one of his favorite things about the convention in the letters to the editor section of Buffy Season 8 issue...I wanna say 4.  It had Dawn on the cover, I remember that.

What is the most annoying thing people say to you? - I just have a quick question.  It is NEVER quick.

Do you know a limerick that does not involve a man from Nantucket? - I know part of one, but only cause it was on the Crown.

If you didn’t need to sleep, what would you do with that extra time? - Read.

When was the last time you climbed a tree? - I honestly don’t remember.  Probably high school?

What do you wish your brain was better at doing? - Not spiraling.  Anything can set me off, I swear to god.  A bad email that isn’t even about me can completely tank my mood and send me into a downward spiral that means nothing productive is getting done that day.

Which of your scars has the best story behind it? - I think 99.9% of my scars are left over cat scratches.  I think you can still kind of see the spot on my knee where I fell off a moving truck when I was a teenager, but only barely.

11. What is the title of this chapter in your life story? - Home again, Home again, Jiggity Jig

WTF Now What?

If you play video games what’s your favorite, console, PC, or both? Console, totally.  I’ll play on PC if I can’t get the game on xbox easily, but it’s not ideal  I might like it better if I had a mouse

What fictional character is most like you? I have, more than once, been told that I am about equal parts Charlie Bradbury and Meg Masters (by role play partners, friends, and once...my mother).  These have been the greatest compliments I have ever received.  

Who’s your favorite fictional villain and why? Meg.  We so do not have time to talk about all the reasons she is my favorite, so I’ll sum up: She came into my life in a time when I really needed her.  In the last year of the “terrible times” I found myself repeatedly saying to myself “what would Meg do.”  Thanks to her, I was out of that situation within 6 months of finding her.

What’s your worst pet peeve? Stupid, lazy, entitled people.  Working in customer service...I get a lot of them.

If you could choose a celebrity to be stuck in an elevator with for 3 hours, who would it be? Misha Collins

If you could transform into an animal at will, which would you choose? Cat

If you could go anywhere in the world, safely and free of charge, where would you go? I think you mean where would I go FIRST because damn.  I love to travel more anything else in life.  Probably Arizona.  Just...the whole of it.  There are so many things in that state I want to see, I’d love to just take an extended road trip.

What superpower would you want if you could have one? The ability to heal people.  It’s always been what I wanted when asked this question.  I just think it would be a really good thing if I could walk into a children’s cancer ward and leave it empty of patients, you know?

If you could trade places with someone for a day and live their life, who would you be? It was very tempting to say “Vicki Vanosh” because that’s Misha’s wife but...I do not want to raise his kids even for a day, they are in the terror age.  So I guess maybe...Some random college kid, taking a road trip by herself down route 66 just to prove she can.  I’ll take her place for a day.

What’s your dream job if you could do anything you wanted and be paid well? I’d be a writer.

If you could redo one event in your life, what would it be? I would never have started dating the ex.

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Modern Star Trek, Star Wars, and the Problem of Creativity by Yakov Merkin

From a certain point of view, we are currently living in a great time for two of the most well-known science fiction franchises, Star Wars, and Star Trek. With Star Wars, we have several new films, at least one TV show, as well as comics and novels—and more is announced seemingly every week. And with Star Trek, we have the new, high-budget show, along with outgrowths of it. And in a world where reboots and unnecessary sequels abound, surely in these two expansive science fiction universes we will have fresh, new, fun stories that don’t rely on nostalgia, right?

However, if we actually look at the newest iterations of both franchises, numerous significant problems arise, too many to address in this post. However, one that has stuck out more and more to me as I’ve followed the new Star Trek and Star Wars content is particularly troubling to me as a creator myself: a severe lack of creativity. The reliance on “things we know,” nostalgia, and attempts to coat such references or plot threads with a veneer of something new definitely plays a large role in the increasing dissatisfaction among longtime fans of both franchises. While both Star Trek and Star Wars show many similar symptoms, each deserves a closer look at the problems in this vein that they manifest.

Let’s start with Star Trek, mainly because there is less Star Trek content out, and, thus, less has been said about it. Star Trek: Discovery, henceforth referred to properly as ST:D, first demonstrates the lack of creativity on the part of its creators by the simple fact that it is yet another prequel. This is not to say that prequels always mean a creator is suffering from a lack of creativity, but in this case, I think it is safe to say that it is so. Remember, the last Star Trek television series, Enterprise, was a prequel too, and it didn’t go over too well with the fans, and only lasted four seasons (significantly less than the 3 preceding series.) So given that the last prequel attempt was apparently a failure, ST:D’s creators… went with another prequel.

As seen in both Enterprise and ST:D, prequels, especially direct ones like this, which is meant to take place in the Prime timeline, merely 10 years before the event of the original Star Trek, is inherently limited if you intend to at all keep the franchise’s continuity intact. You can’t introduce new aliens, new technology, or events that wouldn’t fit with what we know comes later. Now, ST:D has clearly done all of these things, which is an entirely separate problem, for a different post, but for every time the show breaks with franchise continuity, there is at least one instance in which it relies on nostalgia and “things we know” as a crutch. From minor things such as Captain Lorca’s office having both a tribble and a Gorn skeleton in it (blatant, lazy fanservice), to them taking Harry Mudd, a small-time, comic-relief villain from the original series, and turned him into an evil genius recurring villain. The problem with ST:D Mudd isn’t the character on the show; he’s actually kind of interesting. It’s that they took an established character, simply for purposes of name recognition, and changed him to fit their needs. The same with the Klingons. Had they been some new alien race, most people wouldn’t have cared. But because their focus was on using things people know, they made them Klingons. We also see this in a way with the main character, Michael Burnham. She’s essentially a redo (albeit from a different angle) of Spock’s being torn between a Vulcan and a human approach, down to making Sarek (Spock’s father), of all people, her adopted father. Again, this really shows the show’s priorities. They might want to do different things, but they so badly want to capitalize on nostalgia (or too scared of creating genuinely new things), that we get what we’ve been getting, which results in a much smaller feeling universe.

This is even more evident in modern Star Wars. Much has been said about the similarities between The Force Awakens and A New Hope; there’s yet another Death Star (Starkiller Base), another desert world (Jakku instead of Tattooine), and Rey’s story is very close to what Luke’s was. There are more things, besides for the fact that it’s once again powerful empire versus weaker rebels—I mean Resistance—even though the story shouldn’t work like this, given that there was a Republic re-established. Then we have Rogue One, which is literally telling the story described in the opening crawl of the original Star Wars. There are lots of “things we know” there; from the obvious ships and old characters like Grand Moff Tarkin and Darth Vader, to smaller, more forced “cameos” from those two cantina thugs, and there is even a scene where the camera zooms in on a glass of blue milk. Because we know what that is, I suppose. And beyond that, when we look at the books recently released, and upcoming films, there is even more evidence of this lack of creativity. Lots of unnecessary origin stories, and books whose purpose seems to be filling in movie plot holes, all of which ultimately leads to the universe feeling very small. It projects an illusion of expansiveness, but in practice, especially in the post-Disney purchase, it is very small and limited.

But, as they say, those who can’t, teach (or critique.) Now, fortunately, I can create, and I thought it might be fun to come up with a quick idea for each of these storied franchises, which I think could serve to both reinvigorate them and not over-rely on nostalgia and familiar things.

To keep things in order, we’ll start with Star Trek. Let me introduce Star Trek: Romulus

To start, this would be a true sequel series, set after all of the previous canon Trek—so after the events of Deep Space Nine, Voyager, and, more importantly for this concept, Nemesis. Nemesis may not have been a good film, but there were good ideas in it, and we got some development regarding the Romulans, which is important.

I should also add that I’m willing to compromise a bit with what the current showrunners of Star Trek seem to want, namely a serialized story, which can be done well in Star Trek.

So, the story:

Following the assassination of pretty much the entire Romulan Senate and the whole Shinzon affair, maybe a year or so later, a quiet but very severe civil war has broken out, as various Romulan factions vie for power. In addition to being in competition for power, these groups would have different aims. Some want to restore old system, some want to see military or Tal-Shiar rule, while still others want to establish a more open and free republic. We could follow the crew of a Romulan ship that is on the republican reformist side in the conflict, as they attempt to both see the change they seek implemented, while also remaining true to their ideals. We will get to see an inside look at not just Romulan ship life, but the fraying empire as well, and while the show will be largely serialized, there would still be room to have some genuine space wonder moments.

We’ve had the opportunity to see a bit inside Klingon ships, and to delve into their culture, but not so much with the Romulans. This would truly be a different approach to the Star Trek universe, and we could take a serialized approach while not going as dark as Discovery is. However, making the focus the Romulans, and not Starfleet, gives much more wiggle room for gray morality, and some darker plots, without going against the utopian Federation spirit.

Additionally, if we really want to have federation characters involved, we could engineer a situation in which a federation ship gets caught in the crossfire of the infighting, and decides to help this noble cause, either directly (which would involve going against federation directives) or largely indirectly. We could also use this to have an “officer exchange” between our two ships, and get to finally have a Romulan serving aboard a federation starship as well as a human among Romulans, which would give plenty of opportunities for levity without altering the overall serious tone, as the respective exchange officers learn to adapt to their new surroundings. This would make it difficult to focus the show on more than a couple of characters, but in a serialized show we would have to give up a more ensemble cast focus. But, with this being a sequel, we also gain the ability to have cameos from the cast of Deep Space Nine, Voyager, or even The Next Generation. Depending on how this hypothetical show would be paced, it could very easily run for multiple seasons, following the same crew (or two crews); there’d be more than enough material there for that.

Moving on to Star Wars, I’m up-front going to concede to the fact that the main films are locked to the Skywalker family story, and go with an alternate Episode VII. Also, for the sake of this hypothetical, I won’t just take the cop out and synopsize Timothy Zahn’s Thrawn Trilogy, though I will be drawing from it, and have the story take place with the original characters at about the same ages they were in The Force Awakens.

 So, let’s talk about Star Wars: Remnant Rising

It’s been some decades since the defeat of the Empire at Endor, and while the fighting didn’t completely end there, it was the clear turning point, and now the a new Republic has been well established, and in control. There is, of course, still a not insignificant Imperial force, the Imperial Remnant, that controls a fairly small portion of the old Empire, and the Republic has decided that with it largely contained there, it isn’t worth the ships and lives it would take to completely eradicate it at the moment.

Of the main heroes of the original trilogy, only Leia is still heavily involved in the political landscape, serving as a senator with a good deal of influence, but not as much as she might like, as she has been unable to persuade enough others that the cost of destroying the Remnant would be worth it, and she worries that this decision could come back to haunt them.

Han, meanwhile, is feeling frustrated and stifled, living with Leia on the capital world of the New Republic. It’s boring, and he has neither the skill nor the desire to get involved in the political machinations. And, with their child(ren) off training with Luke due to their Force sensitivity, he really feels like he’s useless and not contributing anything. So, on the side, he and Chewbacca have been getting involved in some semi-legal business or something like that.

And, off in some out of the way place, we have Luke training those kid(s), as well as possibly others. Peacetime is suiting him well, but he has a nagging worry that it won’t always be so.

And we soon learn that things are indeed not well, as a series of coordinated Imperial strikes on Republic worlds, hitting hard and doing major damage before just as suddenly falling back, leaving the Republic military reeling and confused. And worst, as we soon learn, is that the planet on which the new, young Jedi were being trained was one of those targets, and some or all of those there (Luke, Solo kids, etc, are missing.) And yet worse, it’s also learned that the Imperial commander behind these strikes is none other than Grand Admiral Thrawn, whose location and status had been unknown since around the time of the Battle of Yavin (allowing the Rebels canon to mesh with this.)

From there, the story would progress, with all of our classic heroes involved. Han making use of his underworld connections to try and scramble to find and save his kids, Leia trying to help steer the Republic through the crisis, and Luke either captured by the Imperial Remnant or also trying to save his family/students. This development would also allow us to follow whichever Solo child is meant to be a main character, thus starting a gradual passing of the torch from the original characters to new, younger ones. Similarly, we could have a new, younger smuggler or some other underworld-related character involved in the Han Solo plotline, for a gradual passing of the torch there as well.

Part of the problem with the sequel trilogy so far is that the heroes we all cared about were very much shunted aside, unceremoniously, in favor of the new characters. A more gradual handing off would’ve been a much better plan, and, if preferred, by even the second film the primary focus could be on the new cast. Similarly, this story concept allows for some familiar stuff, and tells a story very much in the style of Star Wars, without falling into the trap of over-relying on nostalgia and old plots, I think.

I, personally, would probably also have the main villain not be a Force user, to change things up further, but given that this hypothetical story has Luke and at least one other Force-sensitive character playing major parts, it’d probably be necessary. Just no Palpatine clones—that bit of the old EU is probably best left out.

Both the Star Trek and Star Wars universes are, in theory, vast and expansive, with an unlimited variety of stories that could be told in them. That’s the beauty of the space opera genre (and I will contend that Star Trek does broadly fall under that genre label as well.) Only a lack of creativity, combined with a compulsion to appeal to nostalgia and a fear that only by doing so can they guarantee success. However, as evidenced by much of the criticism modern Star Trek and Star Wars, many of us are growing tired of this lack of originality, this reliance on the few things that the general public knows about the franchises—and between this, (and the oversaturation in the case of Star Wars) I fear that two of the science fiction franchises that have given me a lot of enjoyment and inspiration over the years completely collapsing in on themselves.

While, unfortunately, we have a very limited ability to impact the future of these storied franchises, no one can stop us from creating our own—and their missteps can also serve as a good guide for us of what not to do. My own Galaxy Ascendant series is still in its infancy, with its second book due out later this month, and I already have felt some of the compulsion to over-explain, to do back-stories for everything, but as I plan the future of the series, and work on short fiction set in the Galaxy Ascendant, I am consciously making an effort to make sure that the setting feels as large and expansive as it is, without over-focusing everything around my main cast. The Galaxy’s Edge series by Nick Cole and Jason Anspach has very effectively capitalized on a desire for more Star Wars-like stories without the albatross of nostalgia and over-reliance on familiar things weighing it down, and there are a number of other authors writing excellent, expansive space opera now.

As I mentioned above, one of the best things about writing stories in the space opera genre is that one’s options are limitless, and the only hard-and-fast rule I would put forth is that one’s universe needs to be internally consistent. Beyond that, all options are open, and we should embrace that rather than relying on retelling the same story or constantly referring back to earlier successful works. The temptation is always there, of course, to make stories interconnected, to delve into characters’ backstories, and to internally reference things, and these are not “sins” in principle. But, as I hope I have made clear in my brief discussion of modern Star Trek and Star Wars, relying on such things leads to the universes feeling small and limited. Creators need to take advantage of the creative freedoms the genre provides, rather than imposing limits out of fear of trying new things or falling too in love with some of their creations.

And if these storied franchises do fall, all the more room for fresh, new series to make their mark. For writers, this presents opportunities, and for readers, options. The future is ours for the taking—if we want quality, creative, and fun space opera stories, it’s on us to create and support such stories.

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Rebooting a Series

Around March 2005, I began Servers on a whim in Concerned. I always wanted to create comics, but with my self-confidence in drawings, I decided to tackle Garry’s Mod. At the time, I loved anything Rooster Teeth and other webcomics such as Ctrl+Alt+Del (before the controversy) and MegaTokyo.

I thought, “Making webcomics. How hard could it be?”

When it took me several years to finally get up to Season 3, the answer was, “Very.”

I initially approached Servers with the intention of being short and comedic. Once I realized that the team needed to go out of de_dust and explore the world, I created the Game Helmet, a social gaming world where the user can interact with others. For the antagonists, I chose the internet’s most hated type of people: Trolls. To better fit them in gaming, they became hackers. After all, no one likes hackers.

Around Season 2, someone suggested I should make the comic longer as the plot got more serious with higher stakes. 

Even though I had the intention of the series going up to Season 4 with the plot beats involving a fallout of the team due the villain doing villainy, and the rise back into greatness as the team defeats the villain, as time went on, I changed a lot of the general plot, characters, and world.

A ton of factors could be attributed to why I haven’t really finished the series yet:

Perfectionism.

Growing up in a first generation Asian family, I’ve been taught to always strive to be the best compared to everyone else. Sometimes I think that my work is so good, I release it expecting another hit, but it ends up with people hating it without any constructive criticism. While I end up going over a lot of details, there are a lot of things I miss and I do like to see praises, but what I want more is criticism.

Laziness.

The more I felt that people have higher expectations of my work, the less interested I get because not only do I receive some sort of positive stigma, but also why break my back for perfectionism when I could just thrive on the positivity I just received? It’s ironic.

Finding the right idea.

As time went on for Servers, a lot of world events occurred in the gaming industry. Coincidentally, the PSN hack involved hackers breaking into Sony’s PS3 servers and obtaining customer information, which nearly mirrors the hackers’ goal in Servers.

Garry’s Mod is boring.

After sitting in front of a computer all day trying to get that stupid ragdoll in the right position, with the gnawing fear that the game might crash and you have to spend 5-10 minutes starting the game back up and another 5+ minutes setting up the scene (if I didn’t save). My patience and interest wears thin. With the growing standard for quality work, I have to focus intently on also providing such well-rounded settings in my comics. It’s tiring.

The long wait time caused several issues that I needed to address.

Other similar stories coming out and being popular.

Ready Player One and Sword Art Online both have similar worlds involving a VR MMO where there is way better interactivity. While Servers is very different as it tackles personal character issues, there is a gnawing in the back of my mind that readers will think that I was inspired by those properties rather than setting out to be original in some regard.

I get older and wise up about my stories and writing.

I consider this a self-improvement, but when you compare recent Servers works to the very first, it can cause some tonal and writing issues. If I was going to tackle character drama, I need to first get rid of Frank being a pervert all the time.

I can’t obtain all of my files.

Around the development of the first and second season, my computer’s hard drive went kaput. I lost everything, but thankfully I managed to go back to areas around the internet where I posted the comics. Of course I can’t get them all, but I managed to get some of the most important. I learned from this by using trusted image hosts (DeviantArt), a flash drive, and a portable hard drive to save past and future work almost every month or so.

New ideas = more story implementation = longer wait time.

Sometimes stuff occurs in my life that I want to address in Servers. It could be something that still bothers me to this day or something that I would like to praise. Sometimes I write myself into a corner and need to find a way around it.

During Season 3′s development, I realized that not only I want to end the story on a high note, but I also want to stop making Garry’s Mod comics altogether to pursue my dream as a writer. Thus, S3 became the final act, which oddly fits the entire story as some sort of trilogy.

This grew into another issue. As I was making Part 22, I wanted to give people a refresher on the story so far. I tried a small synopsis of the characters and story so far; and an actual comic that added way more to the plot than I intended. 

Looking back on it, I don’t consider it to be a good way to present the story as people would rather go back and read my earlier work; but it’s crude, immature, and just bad. Really bad.

I tried to do a small “remake” of Season 1 that somehow still fits into the narrative of Season 3′s plot, but I eventually became disinterested as I felt that the quality wasn’t up to par.

So, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, I want to get Season 3 over with and be done. On the other hand, I want people to fully enjoy the story, and with something as crude as the earlier comics with some pages missing, it may put them off.

Time went on. I focused on other comics such as further developing Team Fortress 2 Originals and a non-canon Servers work. Eventually I met a fellow Garry’s Mod comic creator who was making his own site. We got to talking about implementing my work into his site, until he said that I should find a way to update my own work to better tell the story.

I agreed.

As I knew that I once attempted to remake the first season, it was high time to tell the story I initially wanted to tell while also keeping in line with the plot, world, and tone that was the culmination of almost a decade worth of work.

I turned the remake into a reboot and began implementing and polishing up story elements I felt needed fixing. 

I actually tried to fully do a remake of the old season, such as Frank buying a helicopter and crashing it, but it didn’t fit too well with the tone I wanted to set. However, I do and try to retain some element and important plot beats that may come into play in later parts.

While I called the rebooted series, “Servers Redone”, it’s still very much the original Servers as the previous version has been retconned in favor for the revamped tale. Think of it like Star Wars’ difference between Legends and Disney’s version. You can still enjoy the old story on its own merit and to experience the journey of my trial & error into getting where I am now. 

It does seem weird in itself to reboot something when I think that Season 3 is still in development. As I plan to also redo Season 2, I’m not sure if Season 3′s two parts (and Hartman’s Journal) will have to be retconned away or slightly remade to better fit with whatever story I want to include in the future.

With the rebooted story, I could have more freedom to implement whatever I wanted in order to help build up the world. This eventually lead to the inclusion of what I always wanted to do: Reveal that TF2O is set in the Servers world. The Servers world is continuing to grow thanks to its reboot and I hope that readers will find it enjoyable.

Up next: Servers: Part 6 - Of Monsters and Men.

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