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[eleganzadellarosa]

Business Before Pleasure

Part 1

💕 pairing: Cha Eun Woo x fem!reader, Cha Eun Woo x OC

✨ genres: Dark Romance, CEO!au, eventual smut

💕 summary: After losing your job, you pursue your dream of working as a secretary. What you thought would be a piece of cake, turns into more because your boss is a POS

✨ author’s note: This fic is based off of an IG pause game lol. This will be a multi part fic so I will upload them as I write. If you would like to be tagged when I upload, please leave a comment! This first part is short but I hope the following parts will be over 2K words. Thank you for reading and enjoy your day <3 P.S the pictures I'll be using for this are not what the character looks like, just as reference to their style or personality.

💕 word count: 2.26K

To say you hated your job was an understatement. You had been working as an at home event planner, only visiting the office for important meetings or to meet with certain clients. It's been 3 years since you started working for the company and to think you bared through the stress for this long should be counted as an achievement. Truthfully you stayed for the pay. Yes it wasn't amazing but it paid your bills and anything else necessary so it slightly outweighed the cons. Tonight however, you regretted your tenacity with how the woman on the other end was yelling at you. She complained and complained about how her entire event was ruined because of a simple mistake that wasn't even on the company’s part but she felt the need to be compensated.

"Yes ma'am, I understand the problem you're having and I'm doing my best to help you. However, I am only able to do that if you stop yelling."

That only seemed to fuel her anger more and she blurted some obscenities before hanging up on you. You rolled your eyes and looked over at the time. It was already 9:45 pm aka 45 minutes past your time to get off. You sucked your teeth and quickly clocked out before shutting down your computer and standing to stretch your legs. Punctuality was one of your biggest traits, especially when it came to your meals but with you staying over time, you had no energy to stand and make yourself dinner. Takeout was your best bet now and as you scrolled through the many options available, an email notification pops up on your screen. You cringed when you saw it was from your boss and already knew why he bothered emailing you so late.

He was an asshole to say the least. He always treated his employees like crap and would penalize them whenever they worked overtime. He especially seemed to hate you for some reason and you were never really sure why. You open the email and read its contents, predicting what you would see, only to be utterly shocked.

Dear Ms. Meng,

I am regretfully emailing you to inform you that due to complaints and interactions with your client tonight, we will unfortunately have to terminate your contract with us. At this time we are unable to reconsider this decision. We hope that you will succeed in your future endeavors.

Best Regards,

A.P Wilson

This could NOT be happening, especially after you took the time out to try and help her as best as you could with an issue that wasn't even your fault. You never received client complaints, so she would be the first and apparently last. You immediately scrolled through your contacts and selected your boss' number and gave him a call.

"Ah Ms. Meng I expected you to call. Unfortunately as I said in my email, the decision is not up for discussion."

"Mr. Wilson" you put on your best fake smile even though he couldn't see it on the other end of the call. "Would you care to inform me how one complaint from a client lead to my termination? Don't you think that's a bit much?"

"A bit much? You were 45 minutes over time with a client you weren't even being considerate to. She said you yelled at her and didn't help her at all. What am I, as a good boss, supposed to take from that?"

"I don't know, maybe ask your employee first before you just let them go? But I forgot, you have your head so far up your ass that you are so busy worrying about paying your employees extra for overtime that you didn't notice that she tried to get a full refund and then some for an issue that wasn't even our faults! Fuck you and fuck this company!"

You didn't even bother to hear what else he had to say and hung up. This job was never really worth it and maybe now you could get an office job that you actually preferred with a boss that you actually liked, no matter how hard those are to come by. You sat on your bed with your brows furrowed and tossed your phone to the other end. You were pissed and now you didn't even want dinner.

Flopping onto your stomach at the other end of your bed, you picked up your phone and immediately typed in a job searching website. Office jobs were common and shouldn't be that hard to find, yet after scrolling through almost 20 pages and finding nothing, you ended your search early. It was only the first day and unemployment should process quickly so you had a few months before you were flat broke. Surrendering to the growling in your stomach, you settle on some tacos for the night.

There was no point in sitting at home sulking when you could be enjoying your unintentional vacation. You never had much time for your friends before, so now was best to call them up to hang out. It was a unanimous decision on meeting at a cafe to chat and have some decent coffee.

"Hey girly!" your best friend Priya called out to you, wrapping an arm around you as she approached. "This is great, finally some time to yourself and time for me!"

Priya has been your best friend since high school. She was your ride or die, there for you whenever you needed her. She was on the much more outgoing side personality wise, but you liked that about her, it helped you get out of your comfort zone. To say this friendship was a blessing would be a severe understatement. You were grateful for her and so was she for you.

"How are you handling everything?"

"I'm doing great actually. I'm going to take this as a sign to go for what I really want." You push the door open for her and allow her to walk in.

"Optimistic as always. We love a consistent girl like you Faye."

A few minutes later, two more friends, Liz and Ada, popped into the cafe and happily rushed over to where you and Priya sat. You slid over to make space on your end of the booth for Ada to fit.

"Someone must have sold their soul to get this girl out." Ada says, bumping her shoulder against yours.

"Haha no, I actually got fired."

The whole table spent about 10 minutes cursing out your boss and praising how much of a good worker you were. As much as you hated how everything was handled, you were telling the truth when you said you were fine.

"Actually, one of my friends from college works at this business and they're looking for a new secretary. If you want, I can hook you up with all the info." Liz interrupts the "boss bashing" and you focus solely on what she has to say. "And I heard the boss is super hot."

You laughed and shook your head. She was always trying to be the matchmaker of the group and almost always ended up failing. You appreciated her efforts though, you haven't had a boyfriend or any love interests since highschool. Boys weren't really on your mind since you broke up with your last one, he was just like every other douchebag guy you knew of.

"Actually Liz, I'm going to have to take you up on that offer. Can you ask your friend if she minds that I have her number? I want to ask her about a few things before I apply."

She quickly nodded and immediately got to typing on her phone.

This was it. Your dream job coming true before your eyes and you didn't know how to handle the happiness. It checked off all the marks you wanted and then some. Sure there were a few things you didn't like about the job but nevertheless, it was what you wanted and you didn't let the chance pass you by.

Today your interview was scheduled for "noon sharp" as the secretary informed you just a few days before. You were all about great first impressions, so you made sure to be here 15 minutes early.

The building was huge and slightly overwhelming. You walked through the revolving doors that lead to the large space. It made you feel important and like the characters you would see on dramas that scanned their key cards to get past the turnstile gates.

There was a middle aged fair skinned woman sitting at a large desk on which the words "information" was read, with a phone between her face and shoulder.

"Hello, can I help you?" She looks at you with a bubbly smile, teeth pearly white.

"Yes, I have an interview with EWX"

"Oh yes, they're expecting you. Take this elevator on the left and go to the 4th floor."

You silently thanked her and waved goodbye as she took another call. The more the elevator ascended, the more your anxiety rose. It's been years since you were last on an interview and you suddenly felt like you left all your experience and skills with your old job. The elevator dinged when it reached the 4th floor and the two doors opened. There was another woman at the front desk on this floor and she smiled when she saw you.

"You must be Faye, here for the interview?"

"I am! Do I need to sign in?"

"Not at all, go ahead and take a seat and they'll be out here shortly."

You sat in the small waiting area for about 5 minutes before you heard someone call your name. When you turned around and looked, there was a girl, seemingly around your age looking over the front desk to see where you sat. Admittedly you were short, but she looked past you as if expecting to see someone a bit older.

"Oh, you're Faye?"

"Yes, I am." You chuckled and put your hand out to shake hers.

She sneered and hesitated to shake your hand. "Wonderful.” She says, sarcasm heavily laced in her voice “Right this way."

You didn't want to think negatively about her behavior but there was only one way to assess it. That's not what you were here for though and you wouldn't let it affect your professionalism. When you entered the interview room, there were two other people there; a man and another woman.

The interview went well. They asked you about yourself, your work history and how you found out about this position. They appeared to be pleased with your answers and said they would be contacting you within the next few days.

The first girl you met eventually introduced herself as Ashley and walked you back out to the waiting room.

"Don't get your hopes up, the boss doesn't really like people like you and most people don't last long."

You looked at her as you pressed the button for the elevator. "Do you mind elaborating on 'people like me'?" She was leaving a bad taste in your mouth but you gave her one last chance to turn it around.

"You know, extremely bubbly, overzealous. Just stop trying so hard and maybe you'll have a chance."

You wanted to roll your eyes. She obviously either has a crush on this man or secretly fucks him and thinks she's better than everyone else, but you bet money it was the former. "Well Ashley, I guess we'll just have to see if the boss wants 'someone like me' to be a breath of fresh air after dealing with someone like you." The elevator opened as you finished your sentence and you stepped in. "Have a great day!"

It's been 3 days since you last spoke with them and the weekend was quickly approaching. It was only your first interview so you knew not to put all your eggs in one basket, but you really wanted for it to work out.

You stood at the stove, phone propped up against your toaster as you made yourself a quick lunch. "I'm so excited to hear back from them whether they want me or not."

"I'm glad you're looking on the bright side and not letting it get you down." Ada praises your optimism and confidence.

"Same and for not letting that jealous bitch get to your head." Priya added.

"I'm sorry if they say no, I'm going to feel like it's my fault for even mentioning it." You looked over and saw a pout on Liz's face.

"Aww Lizzie, don't feel that way. I'm actually so much more eager about finding this type of work so this interview was a big step."

Just then, a number you don't have saved rings your line and you quickly put your friends on hold to answer it.

"Yes, is this Ms. Meng?"

"Yes, speaking!"

"Oh great, this is Sabrina with EWX, I was just letting you know that we would like to offer you the position. Are you still interested?"

"That would be wonderful!"

"Great! We would love for you to come in this Monday to get a fresh start and learn the ropes. Is that too sudden?"

"Not at all! Thank you again for this opportunity and I will see you all Monday!"

"Wonderful, it was a pleasure speaking with you Ms. Meng and we'll see you Monday!"

You quickly switched back over to the group call with your friends and they immediately knew of the great news with the huge smile you wore. They all screamed, clapped and congratulated you.

You never expected to get over this big hump so quickly but you were no less than grateful. This was big for you and you couldn't wait to see what your new job had in store.

[donnerpartyofone]

A really basic and obvious problem with the algorithmic targeting of "your interests" is the idea that everything you click on is actually relevant to your interests. The assumption that everything I do online is something I meant to do with full information, and that I am always satisfied by, is completely absurd. The internet is a place that is full of misinformation and misdirection and ambiguity and it is also a place that constantly inflames morbid curiosity--which is not always a driver of consumer activity. This is like assuming that if I unwitting click on something that links to Lemon Party, it must be because I have a vested interest in gay gerontophilic pornography, and it will be financially productive for companies to serve me erotic content featuring elderly men for the rest of my life.

My immediate reason for thinking about this is a lot more boring, but still: When I'm looking for jobs on Indeed, I start with a simple set of delimiters--let's say the job description should include "writer" and the location should be <25 miles of me and it should be [anything but an internship]--but as I go along, Indeed seems to be actively thinking about what I'm clicking on and adjusting its behavior accordingly. I see a listing for a "commerce writer" at The Spruce and I think "I'm not interested in anything to do with commerce, but I like The Spruce, maybe I can click through to other jobs they have?" It turns out I can't because the job is listed through some generic agency, so that was a bust...but now Indeed is serving me as many jobs as it can find with the word "commerce" in them. Luckily I seem to be able to game this a little bit by clicking on things with more obviously relevant key words to get my search back on track.

I might also click on a job listing just because I can't tell what it is from the preview text, or because something about it sounds hilarious to me. Or I might click on something because the preview text sounds right, but then the actual job is exactly wrong. This last problem is strongly compounded by employers dicking around with job titles which I think sometimes happens to follow some new trend, sometimes to make the responsibilities ambiguous so they can exploit people, sometimes because of industry-specific terms that are not cross-compatible, and sometimes out of genuine idiocy (so it seems to me). Like, in my limited experience "associate" is an entry level office thingy I might qualify for, but an associate is something very different in a big time law firm--or an employer might use that title so they can pay on an associate level for a disproportionate amount of labor and responsibility. Years ago when I was actively searching for jobs on LinkedIn there was some weird mistake--I don't know anymore if it was a problem with my site activity, or if LinkedIn misinterpreted my resume and profile, or both/neither--but something made it so that LinkedIn would only serve me vice president jobs no matter what. It was all C-suite stuff I would never qualify for and that I probably wouldn't even want. There was nothing I could do to fix this, and eventually I reached out to Support to try to get someone to help on the backend. They never responded to me in any way and I totally forgot about LinkedIn for many years afterward.

Spoiler alert for 976-EVIL I guess but there's a part of that movie where the heroes try to find out who is in charge of the evil prophetic phone horoscopes, so they go to the office building that hosts all these hotline businesses and it turns out that 976-EVIL is basically just coming out of a box in a closet. That's how I feel about a lot of internet businesses, and I know this is by design to avoid paying for customer service, but still. Years ago I was stalked by a guy who left 600+ comments on a YouTube video related to my place of work. We couldn't reach the original uploader and we tried and tried to get someone's attention at YouTube, but we never got back so much as an automated email with a FAQ link. I'm still convinced that nobody works at YouTube, it just comes out of a box in a closet somewhere.

Anyway. I remain amused and annoyed that The Algorithm thinks that everything I do online is both on purpose and has desirable outcomes. Sometimes I have this paranoid fantasy about what if my phone is monitoring all the subtleties of my exact behavior on Tumblr, because I follow a few people who post porn *just once in a great while*, which means sometimes I'm innocently scrolling along when some porn appears and I do a double-take thinking "Who do I follow who is posting that?", and I scroll back to figure it out--in which case my phone would think that I'm lingering over the porn because I want it, not because I'm surprised and confused. I hate that I even think about stuff like this, but it's a fact of modern life.

PS Because of this train of thought I now know that the Lemon Party once existed in Canada. Check it out if you want, it's not porn. No for real though.

[thestarsarecool]

Paul McCartney Interview in Q Magazine: Cash for Questions. January 1998 Issue.

Hi, all! A photo of one page of this has been around on tumblr for a while (here), but I’ve always wanted to read the full thing. Some lovely soul on Google Groups in 1997 decided to transcribe the full interview (here), so now I’m uploading it so you can read it. Hooray!

Q. When you first wrote a song with John Lennon, did you realise you would play one of the biggest parts in rock 'n' roll? (Michael McConnell, Crawley, West Sussex)

A. Obviously not. But even with all the so-called "historical" events that followed, you're just too inside it all, too busy doing it to realise anything's "historical". You just get on with it. I'm not a great ponderer. Some people would say that's a mistake but it's just the way I am. It's quite cool not to always get the overall picture because it leaves something to be found out. The musicologists get paid to discover the differences between me and John. I'm only just beginning to see it now, based probably on their analysis. So John is often one note, I'm often more melodic. (McCartney is thinking especially of Ian McDonald's book Revolution in the Head, where he describes the ace partnership in contrasts: Lennon's method is "harmonic, dissonant", McCartney's that of the "natural melodist".) It might sound amazing but we never spotted that when we were writing. We just did our thing. But it is kind of apparent when you bother to analyse it.

Q. If John Lennon could come back for a day, how would you spend it with him (Mark Wilson, Deeside, Flintshire)

A. In bed.

Q. Were you ever envious that Brian Epstein didn't fancy you? (Nick Gibson, London) 

A. No, I didn't mind. We just used to go to these clubs at night and wonder why there were so many men. It was OK. Brian was very cool about his side to things. I think the nearest any of us got to it was the John-going-to-Spain thing (it inspired the movie, The Hours And The Times) and I'm not sure what the strength of all that was. I think it was power play on John's part. But Brian kept his private life aside. He kept it out of our faces (pause, possibly for effect). He kept it out of mine, anyway.

Q. What were the last records you bought? (Chris Timms, Harrogate)

A. The Prodigy's The Fat Of The Land, Radiohead's OK Computer and Chopin's Nocturnes.

Q. How do you feel about all the animosity between you and Oasis right now? (Christina Vellano, Syracuse, New York, USA)

A. There is none as far as I'm concerned. What happened was I'd said, Good group, good singer, good songwriters. But people asked me about it so much that one time I decided to take it further and say that they don't mean anything to me. I am not related to Oasis. I wish them good luck and everything. But my kids mean something to me, John Lennon means something to me, but Oasis ....

Q. Who would you pick to play with in your dream six-piece band? (Alan Thatcher, Essex) 

A. Dream? So we're into fantasy, aren't we? Ringo, John, George, that's three. Me. Jimi Hendrix. That makes lots of guitarists, so Little Richard on keyboards.

Q. With Wings, did you feel pressurised to live up to The Beatles? (Andrew Williams, Neath)

A. Yes, it was a case of "follow that!". Impossible to do. Looking back on it, it's a lot better than I thought, though some of it is just not PLAYED as well as The Beatles. My son (James, co-worker on McCartney's last pop album, Flaming Pie) plays a lot of Wings, so I'm re-listening, and there's good shit that I'd forgotten about. A lot of the lyrics were off the wall, drug stimulated. Things like "Soily - the cat in the satin trousers says its oily". What was I on? I think the answer is stimulants.

Q. Do you still support the legislation of cannabis? (Grahame Woods, Northwood, Middlesex)

A. I would make a distinction between legalising and decriminalising. I'm in favour of the latter. The problem is that jails are stuffed full of kids doing what a lot of people do. Why stuff the jails with young kids? Plus it's one of the best places to score. I remember when I got busted in Japan, nobody made the slightest effort to rehabilitate me (laughs). Just stuck me in a box for nine days. Obviously you come out and you are fairly resentful.

Q. Do you roll a wicked joint? (Steve Kline, Bury)

A. I have nothing to say in answer to that question, m'lud. I wasn't even at the venue.

Q. The critics have been harsh on your solo work. Did this ever discourage you? (Robert Hemauer, Madison, Wisconsin, USA)

A. Yeah, sure, but you don't let it kill you. It's a difficult one, because it's never cool for someone to tell you you're shit. Many people through history were damned by the critics of their own time - Cezanne, Van Gogh, Stravinsky, all great painters! Ha ha!

Q. We'd like to see your paintings but can't get to the exhibition in Germany (McCartney unveils his work for the first time in Siegen, Germany, next year). Any thoughts about putting your paintings on "tour", or publishing a book of them? (Kathy Goodman, San Diego, CA, USA)

A. A difficult one. If you're a so-called celebrity - like Bowie, Anthony Quinn, Tony Curtis - and you exhibit any art, inevitably, people are not going to think of you as a real painter. Gallery owners come up to me and offer to give me exhibitions. I say, You haven't seen my pictures, and they say, It doesn't matter. Well, it does to me. Otherwise, it's just trading on the name. However, this guy from Germany came over, looked at all my paintings, seems to like them. He's telling me what they're all about.

Q. You've done so many things - classical, films, music, art, drugs - is there anything left you might have a go at? (Tim Bowler, Swansea)

A. The thing is how reluctant I've often been to have a go. I think we were brought up pretty repressed. Brought up to be seen and not heard, to stay in your place, particularly a working class thing. And I think - I hope - with The Beatles, we got rid of a lot of that. With the painting, for instance, it was Willem de Kooning who liberated me. I used to go to his studio, took in one of my paintings, said, Hey Bill, I hope you don't mind but can you tell me what it is? (Affects American drawl) "Oh, looks like a couch." Well it looked like a purple mountain to me. And he says, "Well, whatever." Here's one of the greats, his works go for one million, and it was great to see how little bullshit he was bringing to it all. It's really important to explode these myths that surround the arts, music, painting. It's Wizard of Oz time - so many myths, and it's often just a little man behind the screen. The paraphernalia that surrounds them gets in the way. Often you meet leaders in their field and they have none of that. I remember asking a great painter - Peter Blake, maybe - for some advice once, and he said "Just paint a lot". Similar to my approach to music.

Q. How do you know when a song's finished? (Joyce Slavik, Palatine, Illinois)

A. It's full up. You've answered all of your questions. Normally, I start following a thread: "Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice ... " The thread might come out of nowhere, and I follow it and complete it, like a crossword puzzle. When the crossword is full up, the song is finished.

Q. What's more embarrassing: writing Hi Hi Hi or Say Say Say? (Tien Vu, Costa Mesa, California)

A. (Weighs up pros and cons). Say Say Say.

Q. Why did you give such extensive interviews for an authorised biography (Paul McCartney: Many Years From Now) instead of writing an autobiography? (Deena Hochberg, Southampton, Pennsylvania)

A. I don't think I'm a writer. I've never been moved to do it. You have to have a pretty big fire in the belly to do something as big as that. I fancy music more. I'm happier writing in songs rather than in prose, or poetry. Though I wrote something that was never published about the time I got busted in Japan - for my kids. Because I knew one day they'd say, "Hey dad, what was it like, nine days in a Tokyo jail?". So I had a mate of mind, who did all our printing, knock up a few copies, one for each of the kids.

Q. I'd like to know if Sir Paul sings in the shower, and if so, what does he sing? (Jennifer Nash, Bursville, Minnesota)

A. It's normally the bath. I prefer a good bath. And the answer's Firestarter - "I'm a firestarter, de-de-de-de-dera."

Q. As a kid you used to play pranks at school by throwing balloons filled with something "worse than water". If you had one of those balloons right now who would you like to hit with it? (Brett Yuskiewicz, Leipzig, Germany)

A. Jonathan King. He's a prat from way back.

Q. Which football team did/does each Beatle support? (WC Chan, Maryland, USA)

A. None of us were big footie types. We weren't very sporty, unlike other groups who were always having knock-arounds. My dad was an Everton fan, which I was most of my life. But then Liverpool started playing well, and Everton didn't, so I took the unprecedented move of supporting them both. It's not allowed, I know, but there you go.

Q. For years, you've claimed it's you in the Walrus costume in the Magical Mystery Tour film. But watching the footage shows that for it to be you, you and John would have had to exchange all your clothes. Are you winding us up, or have you not watched the film in 30 years? (Dorothy Northcutt, Tucker, Georgia) 

A. The big one. Very good question. I tell you what it was. In the stills we had taken, I was the one with the Walrus head on - in the film it's different. So John then immortalised it in Glass Onion, "I've got news for you all, the walrus was Paul". Obviously at the time you don't care, it's just a Walrus head. You don't realise years later people like our friend from Georgia will analyse it.

Q. What is the quality of each of the other Beatles that you like(d) the best about? (S. Breggles, Richmond)

A. All of them - musical talent. All of them - honesty. Ringo -funny, and kind hearted. George - straightforward and open. John - witty with a soft centre, or maybe hard with a soft centre.

Q. Do the copulating beetles on the sleeve of Ram (1970) stand for F**k The Beatles? (Luc Van de Wiele, Wemmel, Belgium)

A. It happened to be a picture Linda had taken. We couldn't resist it just because of the way it looked. She'd caught these two beetles f**king, and then the significance hit us. We saw that pun, yeah, thought why not?

Q. Was there ever a third Lennon song for Anthology 3? (Jake Lennington, Rush City, MN, USA)

A. There was, but George didn't like it. The Beatles being a democracy, we didn't do it.

Q. I have a Beatles t-shirt which I bought from The Grapes (celebrated Liverpool pub). I was told the band are pictured in their favourite seats - adjacent to the Ladies where you would often catch a glimpse of the girls changing for an evening at The Cavern. True? (Alan Tomkins, Goring, West Sussex)

A. I hope so. It SOUNDS true. Had there been an opportunity to spot the girls changing, I'm sure we would have sat there.

Q. If you hadn't been a musician, what do you think you would have been? (Tony Carter, Manchester)

A. The only thing I could have probably qualified for was teaching. So I might have been an English teacher.

Q. Does it do your head in - stuff like the handwritten lyrics to Getting Better selling for $249,000 at Sothebys? (Peggy Robinson, Trinant, Gwent)

A. It's the price of fame - literally. You scribble them on the back of an envelope, and it gets to be famous. People want it, so it becomes a desirable object. Like Mozart's bog paper, which is another highly desirable object, apparently. More valuable obviously if it's been used.

Q. What is the inscription on the ID bracelet you wear? (Rachel Hyland, West Harford, Connecticut)

A. It says Paul - for when I forget who I am.

Q. How does it feel to have a star named after you (the christening courtesy of American astronomy fans)? (John Sales, Barry, Glamorgan)

A. Really cool. The good thing is that as you get on, your fans get on too. And some of them are pretty swotty. Like the people who started Apple, they were just Beatles fans, hence the name. You don't sit around looking at the sky, trying to find it, but it's like getting a very nice birthday present. I'm not religious, I don't believe in any one system - I sort of think the universe is basically benevolent and we f**k it up - but I am spiritual. I saw Stephen Hawking on TV the other night, and he was saying that we are made of the same stuff as the stars. Which is great. We are all stardust, luv.

Q. What do you want written on your gravestone? (Tom Mangold, Exeter) 

A. Here lies Gracie Fields. Anything to keep people away.

Q. Hey, is it true you are dead, and if you are, what is it like? (L.A. Patterson, Hamlet, North Carolina)

A. Yes. And it's very interesting. It's a very interesting afterlife.

[meimi-haneoka]

(the asker from before) Thank you for the notes. that is really weird though, what is so wrong with "wakarazuya", unless its a bad word there shouldnt be any reason it can't be translated close enough in ENG? yeah, before too i meant, there are fan commentaries with small translations and people post them to different groups (+Facebook?). i can't translate good but i've never heard of something like this happening before with CLAMP? I dont agree on every view on Kaito too but, yeah it's weird...

"there are fan commentaries with small translations"

Can you make a clear example of that? Like, what exactly they translate?

Are they in English or other languages?

I avoid by now all fandom spaces, so I've never seen these kind of posts, but I remember that (when I used to stroll around more) I had seen an FB group making their own scanlations in Latin American Spanish (not Spanish from Spain, basically, which is the official translation CLAMP is uploading on their Youtube channel).

It wasn't exactly great, that's not legal and all, but someone explained to me that the two Spanish languages are different, so....I guess it made sense that the group was doing that.

There was just a tiny problem...that group used the English translation as a base, therefore passing all the mistakes into their own scanlation 🙈That was...so frustrating to see. Because fans were doing this to feel more comfortable reading the chapters in their own language, but inherited all the translation mistakes from a version they thought was legit and official, but actually was very flawed. I remember I was so frustrated to see that happening.

Anyway, back to us.

what is so wrong with "wakarazuya", unless its a bad word there shouldnt be any reason it can't be translated close enough in ENG?

Hmmm, "wakarazuya" isn't a bad word, indeed.

If your question is "why did the ENG translation mess that up?", unfortunately I cannot give a definite answer, but I can try to infer it from what I've seen in the past....3 years? Yeah, ever since I started paying attention to the English translation.

First of all, some mistakes are purely for carelessness.

Some of the mistakes they make are so basic level (they misunderstand one word for another, or make typos, etc) that I really believe a simple check would already fix many of those.

Then, this translation seems to have a bias against the new characters.

I don't know why, but they seem to believe that if they make these new characters sound more arrogant (or bearing more negative feelings than necessary), they'll be more interesting.

Kaito in particular, as you well know, is quite an arrogant character in the ENG translation (all that unnecessary use of "kid", "child" in a dismissive tone when he's talking with Syaoran is really unsufferable to see...none of that is present in the JP version and he actually seems to hold lots of respect for Syaoran from the way he talks about him). I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that this biased translation might have contributed to make him be hated more than necessary by the international fandom. I don't mean that he's an angel in the original JP, japanese fans are quite irritated with him as well, but there's also a component of benevolence in that irritation, it's more like "why are you acting this way? Instead of trying to reach happiness for yourself too?". It's like they're scolding a mischievous child, literally. Lately they have started to call him 赤ちゃん, "baby", because he's totally immature.

I can't count how many JP fans I've seen along the years getting angry at Kaito, but also wishing him to be happy.

This, instead, very rarely happened with international fans. I see more pure, genuine hate towards him.

But I digress.

Momo, in some scenes, suffers from the same bias too.

She sounds more nasty towards Kaito than necessary. Once (chapter 43) they've put a "You fool!" in her mouth, while she was talking to Kaito, that she absolutely didn't say in the original. It might be a small irrelevant thing, but added to all the rest, it contributed to paint a picture that simply isn't corresponding to the truth. That's why for long, long time, many fans abroad didn't even realize that Momo truly cared about Kaito in her own way.

Now, onto our wakarazuya, this is a word that indicates someone who, no matter how much you try to convince them, won't listen to reason. They're impossibly fixated over their views. Not because of ignorance, but because of stubborness.

Those words they used to translate that term ("blockhead", and even more "dolt" from Lilie) have a connotation of telling someone they're stupid, along with "stubborn", and CLAMP didn't like that. Momo knows Kaito is not stupid and he isn't acting like he's acting because of stupidity.

I admit I didn't even think much of this particular translation when chapter 70 came out (my tears were busy somewhere else...) but apparently CLAMP didn't miss the subtlety and had a bad feeling about it, so they pointed it out. Though they seem to be aware that it's apparently very difficult to translate this word in an exact way in English.

[moonlit-menagerie]

So what's happened since 2016? and about me sorta

I stopped reading Homestuck at the end of its final act before the Epilogue. After that, my life started taking another direction entirely, taking me away from tumblr. I'm mostly closeted about everything I do save for my especially close group of online friends, most of whom I've known for a decade; many of whom, I've actually gotten to meet up with in recent years. Most of my in-person friends know little about this.

It took online connections for me to eventually meet people that had similar things "wrong" with them as I do. I am a trauma survivor. I have multiple trauma-related disorders. I'll leave the details out, as I want to keep this as light as possible. I want to give an overview here, not explicit details.

I am a furry. I do not own a suit ((nor do I want one)), I do not have a "fursona", and I do not attend cons or meets. The fandom is known for being especially weird folks, and I am especially weird folks, so it works out just fine.

A few years ago, I had my own place with my at-the-time best friend. He turned out to not treat me that well, so after 5 years of living with him, I moved back with family for a bit. This was only a mere few months after my grandmother had passed.

I moved back on my own at the beginning of this year. I now live with my partner. Learning to share one's entire life comes with its own unique challenges that I have never previously experienced. I am still learning, albeit slowly. My therapist the last few years has been absolutely wonderful for us.

I have multiple comorbid disorders and managing their effects has been a continuing journey of challenges. No one is born with the skills and tools necessary to face these challenges - I had to learn a lot of what I know now over time and after repeating the same mistakes. I am grateful and thankful and understand that I am lucky to know what I know now, as many do not get the same opportunities that I lived through.

I spent six or so years out of the last decade working with mental health advocacy programs and outreach agencies in order to more properly develop a real understanding of mental illness in America. ((As a note here, please note I chose my words carefully, I said working WITH agencies, not working FOR agencies.)) It was truly a world/perspective-changing journey and opened my eyes to a lot of the struggles that people experience.

According to NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, a trusted resource for mental health related information, 1 in 5 adults in America ((just short of sixty MILLION)) struggles with mental illness in some form or another. Everyone knows someone who is struggling. Mental illness is a real fact of our everyday lives.

I have seen all sorts of people come and go in my lifetime. I have lost and gained friends, I have rediscovered myself countless times. My own definition of self is something that is dynamic, altering. It is pliable, changeable. I suppose that is better than being unable to learn and grow.

I am still at what seems to be yet another transitionary period in my life. Moving out and my partner moving in with me has shaken up my entire daily routine on a fundamental level. I am still working to adjust to the changes that have happened.

I am a pianist, self-taught and plays by ear, and for the last two years I have been uploading recordings of my playing to YouTube under the username Moonlit_Maestro. I used to nearly exclusively play music from a Japanese game series known as Touhou Project, but I've been branching out a lot more in the last half a year.

Anyway, I am gonna leave it at that for my first real post back. We'll see how this post fares and if nothing explodes then I might make a fair few more like this.

[rosystranslations]

Unhappy Refrain English Singable Lyrics

With a shotgun and a Telecaster, all I am left with is "unhappy" Pacing through these dark and empty streets The sounds that the shots make are just too much to bear

Stretching my voice to sing until I've emptied Wasting the time I once used for fulfillment Just like that I've got you, practically that is No loosening up yet or all will be for naught

At the one man live show, "Encore!"'s what they shout While my mind becomes flooded with shoujo manga With that I have come to the end and It's about time I turn this whole thing on its head

Piece by piece I put myself together I know there are holes, but I can't just start over Hopelessly I keep on wishing I could say "bye-bye" I've been standing on the corner looking for my ride

Round and round, day and night, I begin to lose my way Tell me how, here and now, what to do to erase my mistakes Are you sure this it? I am sure this is it That so? (That so?) Alright. (Alright.), Alright.

I see that, it seems that, it seems I'm "lucky" In the thirty-nine second loop I find my head in lately They say that's what they call, what they call "happy" Is that really gonna ever be enough? I count the sounds piling in my head I find yet another loop that never seems to end The meaning, the meaning, is nowhere to be found You probably wouldn't understand me even if it was

Standing there behind the screen is a girl A girl who finds herself stuck in a dream world

With a shotgun and a Telecaster Lacking in words, I am "unlucky" 1, 2, KO. Game over again Many eyes as you fall but no hand to pick you up

Okay, that's it. I'm fed up with this "One more time" I won't mess up again With the goal in sight, you forget one crucial thing and as you look up they're all there and they laugh

The crowd's all around you. "Encore!" they all shout When the curtain falls, you get sentimental With that, the show's come to an end and It's about time I turn this whole thing on its head

Straining my voice to sing until I've wasted All of the time I once filled with enjoyment Finally the time has come where you don't know where to go So, now that we've got the time tell me it's enough

Spinning round, there inside of my head, bad dreams tonight This is how, here and now, I will try not to forget my mistakes This is all that I want, this is all that I need To be (No more.) To be. (No more?) No more.

Just how could this make me, this make me "happy"? Blankly staring as the clock hits four, my mind is just as empty Is this what they're calling, they're calling "happy"? I've never really ever thought this could be seen that way But if this really could, could make me "happy" Who's to say it also couldn't backfire in a bad way I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy, they're watching as I fall I'd say you're better off now that I'm out the way

I see that, it seems that, it seems I'm "happy" In the thirty-nine second loop I find my head in lately They say that's what they call, what they call "happy" Is that really gonna ever be enough? I count the sounds piling in my head I find yet another loop that never seems to end The meaning, the meaning, is nowhere to be found Just like that I'm taking that leap once again

Standing there behind the screen is a girl A girl who finds herself stuck in a dream world This must be (Happy…)

I took so long to upload the cover that my tuning had aged so badly that I could no longer post it, so if someone uses these lyrics, their English cover will be the first

[lilwulfart]

doodle of some glimmer/mermista (glimmista?) based on this post by @seamista that opened my fucking eyes

[peachyysugaa]

troublemaker

― dancer youtubers!lee heeseung x gn!dance major!reader

sparks fly when the top two dancers on youtube collab!

genre: slow-burn fluff, s2l

wc: 3.9k (omg i'm sorry) + 2 twitter pics

warnings: probably some wrong dance terminology, slightly suggestive (the dance is just 😳), short timeskip, it's cheesy please bear with me

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the fifth upload! feel free to read on its own~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

you finish off your last move with your arms wide open, your chest heaving up and down from lack of breath. smiling nevertheless, you know you absolutely love the feeling of getting your breath taken away after dancing because you know it meant you did your best. you walk towards the camera lens and peek at the comments through your open laptop.

"did you all enjoy that?" you ask breathlessly grinning. the flooding comments are filled with compliments from your cover of nct u's boss. however, one comment, in particular, caught your eye as others seemed to reply to it.

heeseung ✔ 2s ago wow that was amazing do you wanna do a collab sometime? 😊

line break insurance you've failed me 5x already

your eyes widen as you let out a gasp. "is that the lee heeseung?" you accidentally say out loud. you wince at the realization of your mistake. the comments are both praising you for your success in getting noticed by the other top dancer on youtuber and relating to your remark.

heeseung ✔ 3s ago haha yes it's me dm me if you want to hear more about it 🤍

"oh wow... this is really cool..." you state before blinking to get you out of your stupor. "well everyone, that's going to be all for y/n's motion of dance today! thank you so much for tuning in, love you!"

you wave goodbye for a few more moments and then shut off the broadcast, closing your laptop as soon as you do. you blink twice and suddenly let out a scream.

you stop with a gasp and cover your mouth with your hands because you cannot believe you forgot that your dance studio isn't the most soundproof of places. "sorry, other dance students..." you whisper to them but more for yourself.

taking a look around your escape, your passion, you can't believe you've made it to where you are, being praised as one of the top dancers on such a vast social media platform like youtube. if anything, you guess it runs in your family, after all, you are related to choi yeonjun, who is considered 4th gen's it boy.

though people were skeptical of you at first when you came on the youtube scene as a dancer after your older brother started taking more to modeling and acting, you quickly proved them wrong by showing them your talent and bloomed from then on. of course, you can't forget to mention the person who skyrocketed just around the same time as you.

and that was the aforementioned lee heeseung. you sigh as you finish packing up your clothes and things to head back to your dorm, glancing out the window to see the sun beginning to set. it seems today was a rare early finish for you.

"i could go for a coffee... i need to finish my classics essay anyway," you mumble to yourself, throwing your bag over your shoulder before hitting the showers and changing into a more casual set of clothes. the finishing touch is a baseball cap that sits snug on your head. tightening the strap on the back and grabbing your backpack and dance bag, you finally take your leave of your beloved dance studio and return the key on the way out. fresh air meets your face, allowing you to take a whiff of the cherry blossoms that have been blooming for a month or so as you make your way to the campus café.

ding ding, the coffee shop's calm doorbell welcomes you as your nose is hit by the sweet smells of freshly ground coffee beans. "welcome!" one of the servers calls at the counter, smiling at your figure that walks closer to order. "what can i get you?"

"hi, may i have..." you scan the menu quickly for a familiar drink. "a honey cinnamon iced latte please?"

"of course, name please?"

"choi y/n," you reply.

if they recognize you, they don't make any notion of it, simply scribbling your name on the plastic cup as you make your payment. you're grateful for the normal interaction and the peacefulness of the café, especially after a surprising stream. "i'll call you when your order's ready, choi y/n-ssi," they inform you with a warm grin.

"thank you," you smile back before going to find a seat. spotting a relatively private area close by with only a pair of boys sitting at the booth, you decide to take the booth two spaces away from them. one boy, you notice, sits taller than the other, but his face is covered by a baseball cap. the other looks like a freshman, his cheeks accentuated by a pair of deep dimples.

as you take your seat, you can't help but think the boy with dimples looks rather familiar but can't seem to place your finger on it. shrugging, you simply begin preparing to write your essay by taking out your laptop and notes from your classics ge. the moment you finish is when you hear your name being called.

"choi y/n-ssi, your honey cinnamon iced latte," the server's voice calls. on your way to receive your awaiting drink, you can finally hear the voices of the two boys sitting two booths down from you.

"did your crush just say choi y/n?" the one with the hat says.

'yes, that's me,' you think to yourself nonchalantly.

"weren't you just watching their stream, heeseung hyung?" another voice says as you pick up your latte and thank the server.

wait, heeseung? as in lee heeseung? it's when you turn around with your drink in hand that you notice the two males looking straight at you. now you're able to make out the features of the boy with the cap, and there's no mistaking it.

"lee heeseung?" you mutter out loud at the same time he speaks out yours.

well, maybe that wasn't what you were expecting today, but hey, life is full of surprises, even if they are one after the other for you. after that unexpected encounter, you and heeseung acquainted yourselves, he invited you to sit with them, and now you're sitting at their table, awkwardly sipping on your latte.

"right, so should i leave?" the other boy, who you found out is studytuber and vlogger yang jungwon (which is why he looked familiar to you), blurts out. you chuckle as heeseung shakes his shoulder lightly. "what? you two clearly have to talk about something, i need to study."

"yea, yea, lover boy. make sure you say bye to your crush on the way out," the male dancer teases, causing the younger one to turn bright red.

"don't call me that, hyung," he mutters before picking up his bag and leaving the booth. sure enough, you watch as jungwon passes by the counter and erupts into a nervous mess the moment the server beams at him.

"ah... so he likes them?" you think out loud.

"yup, it's been almost four months now. i'm the reason he even knows this cafe and that server exists," heeseung mentions, making you nod courteously. he turns his attention back to you with his hand placed under his chin. "but their relationship is besides the point. let's talk about us."

"d-did you have to put it that way?" the forwardness catches you off-guard, and you suddenly have a harder time swallowing a sip of your coffee.

"sorry," he says with a teasing smile. "i just think the collab i mentioned would be good for both of us, and it'll be really fun too."

"i agree, people who like you will come to me and vice versa," you nod. "but do you know what we would be dancing to?"

"so does that mean you're in?" he asks, smile starting to grow on his face. wordlessly, you roll your eyes and hold out your hand for him to shake. that's when his full smile comes out, causing your cheeks to heat up as you think about how much more handsome it makes him look. taking your hand, heeseung shakes it with his vigorously. "alright, dance partner, we have a deal."

after much deliberation and research, the two of you finally agree on troublemaker by the duo hyuna and hyunseung. heeseung suggested this song, stating that he always wanted to do the choreo with somebody and that it's destiny that both males have a name that starts with h and ends with seung. quite frankly, it's not like you could find much anyway, besides some cool music bank mc stages, it is cool that troublemaker was originally an opposite-gender duo in the korean entertainment industry.

the choreography however is an entirely different story. at many points, hyuna's body is touched by hyunseung and vice versa, but if they can do it and stay professional, then you believe you can too. besides, dancing will always be just dancing. heeseung also assures you that if you want, the two of you can just have your hands hovering, which makes you feel relieved to have an understanding partner.

hours pass by, and you and heeseung decide to meet at your usual dance studio daily after all your classes, which wasn't hard because he also frequented the same one.

"i still can't believe we attend the same university," you say aloud as the both of you pack up your laptops and supplies.

"i know right, you would think one of us would recognize the dance studio we go to 24/7, right?" he laughs. "although, i've seen you use a different one sometimes."

"do you really watch my covers and streams often?" you ask baffled. he and you wave the workers goodbye and make your way to the brisk evening air waiting outside as the staff sends you off.

"i do, is that so hard to believe?"

"a little," you reply sheepishly.

"well, let me walk you to your dorm and prove to you how much of a choi y/n stan i am," he boasts, and you let yourself laugh freely as you walk beside him to your destination.

it's strange, knowing a famous youtuber you watched also knew and followed you, but then again, you're not exactly nobody either. when heeseung drops you off, he admits that he actually lives a few floors above you and that you two can walk home together after each rehearsal. it's even stranger, knowing a famous youtuber literally has been on your campus, in the same dorm building as you, and this whole time, the two of you have both been clueless as to the other's existence as an ordinary college student.

speaking of which, he can't be a dance major, right? otherwise, you would've already seen him! these thoughts keep you tossing and turning to the point you don't register when you fell asleep. when you wake up, you feel as if you didn't get any sleep at all, but get up and ready nevertheless, going through another regular day as a dance major.

by the time your classes are over, you walk out of the studio yawning about to stop by your dorm to freshen up and maybe fit in a nap. you're holding a hand over your mouth mid-yawn when a voice starts talking to you.

"good thing i stopped by to get coffee." you open your eyes and close your mouth to see lee heeseung holding two cups of coffee. he's dressed in an oversized white shirt and grey sweatpants, a common dance practice outfit, so why is your heart skipping so many beats. "yo, choi y/n."

"heeseung," you say, still shocked. he hands you the coffee, which is actually the same flavor you got yesterday. "thanks."

"no problem," he replies coolly. "maybe we should take a break before we get to it?"

"i'll be fine, how about we can start watching the choreo?"

"they're always ready to dance," he nods with an impressed smile. "as expected of a dance major."

the two of you walk inside and book a studio for a few hours as you raise an eyebrow at him. "wait, what major are you?"

"music production."

"that makes so much sense!" you say relieved, stepping into the studio room for the umpteenth time. "i was racking my brains wondering what major you were."

"so the famous choi y/n is curious about me?" he smirks. you groan and facepalm in response. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding. let's watch the video on my tablet?"

nodding, the two of you watch carefully, eyes glued to the screen at your respective roles. you hold your breath at some touchy parts but also notice that both idols were able to shine in their solos.

"a few tweaks here and there, and it'll be perfect," heeseung comments once the video is over. "but let's go over some boundaries, yeah? let me know what you're comfortable with and what you're not."

"right," you agree, once again relieved to have such a safe and understanding partner like him. "well, i think i'm okay with you touching my arms, shoulders, and hips like hyunseung did to hyuna. i just need some time to get used to it."

"alright, that sounds good," he says nodding with a hand under his chin. "then for today, i'll just hover my hands over the places they need to be."

"what a gentleman," you tease.

he rolls his eyes playfully at you. "let's start marking."

and so that's what the two of you start on. with the video on the tablet, you go through the motions with the speed lowered, eventually picking up more moves until you're able to follow at the normal speed. as expected of the top two dancers on youtube, the two of you are quick on observing and learning the dance and get done with basic marking within 20 minutes or so.

after marking, you take a quick water break to watch the video again in full detail, officially beginning your first real practice. as promised, throughout the entirety of marking, heeseung has kept his hands to himself, but you've become comfortable enough to have him do a little more.

before you start practicing for real, you decide to speak with him. "hee," you call him as he puts down his water bottle.

"hm?" he confirms that you have his attention, looking up with his large doe-like eyes while wiping his mouth off from some excess water.

"uhm.." you fidget with your top a little before mustering up some courage. "you can do light touches now for the choreo."

"really? are you sure?" you nod at his question, causing him to come up to you and ruffle your hair lightly. you bat his hands away with a pout, smoothing out the mess he made as he laughs at you. "that's great, y/n," he says with a bright smile, unknowingly making your heart beat a little faster as you nod again. in your head, you rush to cover up the physical reaction with an excuse that it's just from the amount of exercise you've done.

the two of you stand in front of the mirror, ready to go. before the music starts, heeseung turns to you and says, "just let me know if i make you uncomfortable at all."

"i'll be fine," you reassure him with a small smile. that's when the song begins, and the sparks start to fly. every move flowed like water, yet every touch between the two of you was like electricity as if the two elements were working together instead of fighting. even though the touches are light, they still put chills up your spine, in a way that you can only describe with the phrase "meant to happen."

was fate moving its course to put this match together, or were you imagining it? you're not sure, but you grin while catching your breath once the first practice is over. falling to the floor softly, you sit with your hands splayed behind you and let out a relieved sigh. "ahh... dancing is so... great!"

heeseung chuckles at your reaction and offers a hand to get you up. "i'm glad you think that because we got a lot more practice ahead of us, partner."

"yup!" you say with a widening smile. the moment you took his hand, you felt an electric jolt that almost made you let go. getting up, you shake it off and barely catch the expression on your dance partner's face. "is something the matter?"

he blinks a bit before he's shaking his head with that charming smirk of his. "nope! let's practice!"

practice, practice, practice. that's how the next few hours go. and just like the day before, heeseung walks you to your dorm building, this time the conversation about how excited the two of you are for the recording.

that's basically how the next four or so days go, now that heeseung came into your life. your daily routine of wake up, eat, class, dance, repeat was shaken by him, because now he was a part of it. it's an indescribable feeling, hanging out with him. the best word, or phrase actually, is the same one you used while dancing with him: meant to be.

so when you finally get to the day of recording, you almost don't want it to end. at least, that's what you're telling your best friend and makeup artist, kim sunoo.

"friend, you're telling me that you and this guy have been following along to..." he tells you to look up as he curls your eyelashes. "a dance like that for four days and you've been getting shocks this whole time?"

"i mean, yeah?"

"y/n, i love you, but you're missing a little something, aren't you?"

"wha-!?"

"pucker up, sweetie, we're making your lips look kissable," sunoo commands. you do an eye-roll but do as he says. "if you don't ask him out or do something by the end of this, you can at least kiss your best shot at a boyfriend goodbye with luscious lips."

he finishes applying the color and asks you to rub your lips together and make that pop sound. "perfect," your best friend compliments. "go out there and get your mans."

"thank you, sunoo!" you say, gazing at your reflection in the mirror and loving the way he accentuated your features. "by the way, you're all talk. you should ask your celebrity crush out when they appear on your channel."

"i'll get there when i get there!" he whines and starts pushing you out of his dorm room. "just go get 'em, tiger."

with that, you make your way to the dance studio where heeseung is waiting for you, dressed in hyunseung's iconic suit with the leopard-patterned blazer. your heart quickens, seeing how much more handsome he looks dressed up, hair slicked back and some makeup done. he looks up upon hearing the door open and his mouth slightly hangs open as well.

the both of you are silent as you approach him, in your equally bedazzling outfit, sheer to mimic hyuna's stage dress. "you look amazing," the two of you say at the same time. stunned at the simultaneous sentence, you two immediately start guffawing at how this was unlike your usual interactions.

"that was so awkward!" you blurt out, unable to contain your laughter.

"yea, not like us at all," he admits while he wipes a stray tear from laughing too hard away. smiling at each other, you admire the way his eyes reflect your image and sparkle. "you ready to get this show on the road."

"ready as i'll ever be." the two of you get into your positions on the opposite ends of the room, and heeseung starts the camera and the music soon after. you take each step slowly to meet him in the middle as he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips to give it a kiss while smirking. you keep your face professional as the two of you take a few steps forward, the back of his fingers curled over the front of yours.

starting back-to-back, you walk forward a bit before the beat drops and heeseung's part begins. you're on autopilot as you dance your fingers from his chest to his shoulders, and then the chorus comes. hips swaying, you're able to feel his hands' light taps on your body as the two of you lose yourself to the music you've danced to hundreds of times this week.

then, it's your killing part as you lipsync hyuna's rap and take bold steps around heeseung's body, ending up behind him to bring your hands over his shoulders and make a scratching movement across his chest. you step towards his side, do your thing, and walk away as if playing hard to get.

you wait for his part during the bridge and make a side glance towards him before moving towards him and performing the hip-heavy part of the chorus together. your partner moves his face up along your arm, taking it in like you're a statue. you then act like you brush him away when heeseung gets close enough. after this second chorus, you're leaving him to do his big solo, watching carefully as he makes his every move precise and crisp yet flow well.

it's the last chorus now, and this time, you can't take your eyes off each other as you finally face one another. you stay drowning in his shades of brown without a single misstep until you have to walk away from him. you wait for him to come towards you, back slightly turned away as he jaunts forward, making his way to be captured by your hand behind his neck.

the last breath of the song is the one where you're supposed to turn your head away as his own chases yours, but this time, you brave forward and lean in close. the music fades away, but all you hear is his breathing, feeling it against your own.

you stay like this, ensnared in each other's arms, forgetting about everything except the person wrapped close to you as you feel his every breath against your lips and every inhale and exhale under your hand. he searches your eyes, looking for some kind of sign. "do you mind if i—"

that was all you needed before you're pressing your lips against his. it only takes seconds for him to kiss you back, moving his hands from their previous position on your hips to hold your face. becoming breathless from dancing was one thing, becoming breathless from kissing heeseung was another thing entirely, it was in a league of its own you note as you pull away and rest your forehead on his.

"we'll have to edit that out," you say after what seemed like ages of taking each other in while chuckling.

"i have a better idea than editing."

"oh, and what's that, handsome?"

"look at you getting all bold, troublemaker," heeseung replies with that smile of his. he shakes his head, moving away from you and taking your hand in his. "how about we go on our first official date as youtube's top dancer couple?"

"that does sound like a better idea," you agree, your own smile widening.

"then let's make it happen, sweetheart."

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a/n: wow this was a long one!! i'm not sure if i detailed all the movements well, but i hope you all enjoyed it nevertheless <3

[saz-cult]

Finishing Mistborn era 1 isn't that easy

⚠️ THIS CONTAINS TOO MANY SPOILERS ⚠️⚠️

(read secret history and the first MB trilogy to understand this :))

Okey... well...Let's begin with this.

A few days ago I said that I was about to finish the hero of ages and that I would upload my emotional state right after I finish... Well... some things happened and it took me a little longer to finish it. The thing is that I finished it yesterday yes... WHAT AN AMAZING PIECE OF WRITTING. It's difficult for me to write without making grammatical mistakes because of all the things I'm thinking RN.

So, yesterday, at noon, when I just finished the hero of ages I desperately started scret history, yes. I've just finish reading it. And I have no words, now I think I need time to process all the information I received during these days.

Now, I want to talk about Brandon's addictive power over me. Reading Secret History was like having a rage, I needed more. I needed to know what happened to Elend and Vin after dying, would they stay in the cognitive realm with Kel or would they depart to the Beyond? Well, I cried reading that exact moment when she, Vin, embraces Kelsier and waves him goodbye, with a great question: what is love? When do we act with love being the purpose? I guess that now I need to take some time to introspect and reconsider some issues.

There's a lot to talk about these books. They are just amazing. I've never imagined that Kelsier's influence from The Cognitive Realm affected so much the Physical realm during the course of the events.

Now I'm happy with Spook's new role and I want to know more about it. How did he manage to cope with all when ""the end"" ended?

When the book -the hero of ages- begins its end, I think that up to a point, plot twists stop being so surprising -at least that's what I think-. Like Saz being the hero of ages and Spook ending up as "the new king or the one at charge". Of course these events are important for the characters development, but I guess the reader starts to get an impression of it. I figured out that Sazed was the hero of ages a bit after the half of the book. Brandon leaves a lot of clues so the reader can realise it.

I love the cleverness Sanderson has. He's a really impressive writer. I loved to see how secret history connected with the course of events in the books. Every tiny detail makes sense and connect and I love that. I just love it. The facts behind the facts, the reasons why something happened in that exact way.

Now I'm really excited. I want to read mistborn era II and begin with the Stormlight Archive. I've seen tons of opinions in social media about those books that makes the "Cosmere way" just more amazing.

Thank you for taking your time and reading me :)

[captainaikus]

Hello again!! Saw your response to my last ask and uhhh guess I’m getting kinda predictable huh 😅? I’m sorry if it bothers or annoys you, I just like consistent communication with the people I like so like I always try to do that cause reassurance is important to me so I want the other person to feel reassured too you know? But if it’s too much let me know and I’ll dial it down promise!! Your works hitting over 200 notes is an amazing accomplishment you should be so proud of yourself and if you’re not pls know that I am. Running a blog isn’t easy, much less maintaining and putting out such amazing works. I’m glad you’re feeling better!! And yeah writing blocks are so annoying but I feel that once you hit that stride, you start running and can’t stop. If that makes sense? It’s what I’ve gone through with my experience anyways. Tbh I’ve been better. Life isn’t the best rn and I’m super busy and drained atm. I’m pretty sure it’s burnout but I’ll manage somehow. Also my favorite character is Bachira but like almost every other character ties for second so like 💀. I swear I’m like this with every show/series. I end up with my favorite character and then there’s everyone else it’s always so hard to choose like I love all my babies adhkkghkhhh. Anyways it’s always so fun to talk to you I can’t wait to read the next part of my tears your company but obv take your time. As always I hope your day goes well whenever you read this and that you’re doing good and *sends many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

✨ anon !!

Omg no bb ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა I meant it in a good way! Like when I release any blue lock fic I look forward to the reaction you have cause the blog goes both ways with the author/writer writing and uploading fics and the reader interacting with it along with the fact that they make my day. And i like consistent communication as well!! (꜆˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)꜆ So yeah, you're always welcomed in my blog and I enjoy responding to your asks! Even if there is more than one or two or even many! (like that one time where you saw me upload the third edition and came back with the review? My roommate heard me cackle like a Hyena.)

I like seeing people ask or talk about fics or even life outside of it cause at the end of the day its another living and breathing person on the other side of the screen and conversations are important to them as much as it is to you, rest assured, I like having you in my blog and it makes me smile each time I see an ask from you or anyone okay?

You're well liked (trust me when i see the ✨ anon I get serotonin) and I don't find you annoying; you have nothing to apologize for, okay?

૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ა

And don't dial down the energy! It's what keeps me hyped and this blog going    (´,,>ω<,,`)♡  ;

its reassuring to me when i have something in my inbox cause silence when you have so many followers isn't fun yk? It kinda makes the blog blank... Interact with an author and their works, get to know them, it makes their day too ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა and vice versa

I'm glad you think my works are amazing cause ngl when I'm reading through it I'm just sitting there like 'How did people let this mistake slip' ૮꒰- ˕ -꒱ა *groans*

Speaking of my writing block, I took a break and went on yt for a bit and found sumasumthing that gave me an idea to write for both NNN and for further part of the series (¬‿¬) no spoilers. Just wait ꒰ ⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖

But yeah it does work that way, once you overcome that block, you just keep running until you hit another, but you'll overcome that as well. <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)

Oh no, I'm sorry that you feel burntout :'< ; cause this was literally me a week ago. Everytime I have a burnout its cause of everything that is going on and its too much to handle sometimes so I kept telling myself three things :

'We'll cross the bridge when we get there.'

'Living in the moment happening right now is more important, what comes tomorrow comes.'

'Nothing is permanent.'

Take care of yourself; don't push too hard, push as much as you can. (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡

ooooh Bachira!! He's sweet, I'm actually adding him and a few more characters to the fourth edition of the series. But yes !! It is so hard to choose one person Aiku stan mon ange

I mean you got 11 players + more and you even have the coaches *confused screaming insert* cause they are literally the whole bakery

My day is going fine chipped my nail polish with pistachios, been reading from my book shopping that I went for yesterday, planning to start fourth season of Haikyuu but I wanna watch this movie that I've been keeping on hold (Drive my car- cause its straight up my alley.. kinda like driving miss daisy? Yes I am THAT old in taste )

*sending back hugs* ꒰ ੭´ ˘ `૮꒱ Hope you get better soon!! Bachira sends kisses!

[tamartia]

Glossika Challenge - Update 1

Indulging myself in the influencer lifestyle to take advantage of a 30 day free trial to Glossika, a language learning platform which I hadn't heard of until about 2 weeks before the challenge started. In exchange for 3 social media posts, you get a 30 day free trial and a challenge to complete 3000 "reps" in a single target language during the month of October. People often ask me for language learning app recommendations, so if I find an ADHD-friendly (and free!) context to try one out, I'll happily take it.

I was excited about Glossika because it not only uses spaced repetition as a core learning strategy, but it actually uses the phrase "spaced repetition" to describe itself! An email I received today says:

Glossika strengthens your memory in 3 ways: 1. Glossika recombines chunks of phrases into new phrases 2. Each sentence progresses with similar patterns 3. Spaced repetition review means you'll get just enough review to not forget.

After just 100 reps on the first day, I have not seen any of the recombination (unless you count reuse of subject pronouns) promised, but I'll hold my judgment on that front until I have more experience on the platform.

My three main complaints after a single day of 104 reps are:

Recall versus review - this is by far my biggest complaint, and it's a huge piece of how spaced repetition is supposed to work. The difference between recall and review is that when recalling, you don't see the answer you're supposed to provide. A single Glossika "card" shows you the English sentence, the target language sentence, and the TL IPA. None of these go away with increased repetitions of the card. I worked to increase my memorization by manually turning off alternately English audio and English text halfway through a set, but this is unintuitive and cludgey. I did a few review reps after about 97 reps of learning new sentences, and the reviews were formatted exactly like the new content. We'll see if this changes.

No grammar explanation- you'd think basically every language learning platform would have learned from Duolingo's mistakes by now and would at least try to provide grammatical and cultural context to complement their language content. Glossika does provide IPA, which is great, but memorizing whole sentences as a single memory "chunk" feels simultaneously overwhelming and infantilizing.

I would love to see a program successfully integrate such contextual information into its lessons, but I don't think that integration is a requirement. It'd just be nice to have a mouseover icon or even a separate page where I can see explanations of formality, context, and alternate translations-

Whether I think a platform must provide such context depends on the platform's goals and advertised use cases. Memrise, for example, does not claim to be solely responsible for teaching you a language the way Duolingo does. I'm not sure where Glossika falls along this spectrum, but so far it feels like the clunky whole-sentence memorization of Duolingo with the lack of context and set dressing of a pure spaced repetition system. And I can't even upload my own content!

Marking as easy - when I marked a sentence as "Easy" because I'd seen it already many times, it just reduced the overall number of reps in that session from 25 to 20 rather than introducing new vocabulary. This isn't necessarily bad, but it bothers me personally.

[darkh3llscap3]

Twisted Love (part one)

Yandere! Harry Styles x Reader

Summary’s: When Y/n and her ex meet again he can't help but want her back. Now he's going to try anything to make her his again... even if she doesn't feel the same.

Warnings: Cheating, possessiveness, ANGST, cursing, attempted gas lighting. 

A/n- This one is actually a story I first uploaded to Wattpad but later took off because I didn’t get too many reads. This is definitely one of my favorite pieces I’ve worked on I already have 3 other parts ready to be uploaded just let me know if you would like to see more of this story.

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I remember his rosy cherry lips that could grab anyone's attention from miles away, his bouncy brown curls that casually hung from his head and that swayed anytime he moved. He always managed things without even trying, like looking so calm in tense moments, the way he hid secrets behind his green eyes. I remember the way they looked at me when we first met... I wish we still had that kind of love, but it's hard to forgive as it is to forget.

He was mine and I was his. We were happy we went out with each other and when we were a few months into the relationship he moved in with me since our jobs were closer to my house. Days passed and we got closer, but suddenly he seemed remorseful. It made me feel scared. Scared that maybe he found someone new and wanted to break up with me. He just seemed so guilty making me think the worse. If I'm being honest, it made me sad, I loved him more than anything...

But one day I could hear him on the phone talking to someone in hushed whispers. I thought it was his friend or maybe one of his relatives. However with the way he was talking to them I realized it wasn't, but I really wish it was.

He had excused himself from our movie night, he was always so polite even with the little things. Whomever he was talking to had made him very frustrated. You could see it with the way he started rubbing his face. I got up to see what was going on and what he said broke my heart.

"It was a mistake please leave us alone." His voice was quiet but you could hear the anger present in it. I wanted to know what he was talking about and I know if I asked him about it he'd change the subject.

"We were drunk most of that night. If I wasn't intoxicated I wouldn't have done it so, please stop talking about it ." He pleaded though the phone almost begging for them to let it go.

"No, that's not true because I was being careless I love her and never would have slept with you, just let it go. You promised you would." Hos voice was weak and pleading his eyes looked on the verge of tears. I couldn't breath. Everything felt so clear, he isn't acting himself lately because he was guilty because he cheated on me. He slept with someone else.

My eyes stung and my vision became blurry as I tried to ignore the tight feeling welling up in my stomach. Hot tears fell down my cheeks making my shaky hands go up to wipe them to not avail. An empty feeling took its place in my chest, making me feel worse. The pain was harsh and felt like somebody knocked the air out of me. I saw his head turn towards me, his face held a look of shock he immediately hung up. I started involuntarily backing away from him feelings like I couldn't face his puppy dog green eyes.

"Baby, I can explain." He came closer to me making me take more steps back. This made him stop dead in his tracks. A look of hurt covered his face as he waited for my response.

"Then explain." I simply said trying to cover up my pathetic emotions. He didn't say anything just stared at me blankly. I let out an amused laugh "Now you can't talk huh?" I laughed again.

"I'm sorry, I l-love you." He said, his body touched mine as his warmth surrounded me in his tight embrace. I put my head snuggled against his chest, his button up absorbing the tears.

"You cheated on me didn't you?" I asked and his body seemed to stiffen next to mine. I could hear the inhale he took before speaking.

"Yes, but I was drunk and she means nothing to me I promise. It was a stupid mistake, a stupid mistake that means nothing and we shouldn't let it ruin our relationship." I pushed him away from me causing him to stumble back a little.

"Don't you understand Harry, you still cheated, you still broke my heart. It doesn't fucking matter if she meant anything to you or not. She was obviously worth putting your dick in and ruining our relationship for." I screamed at him. I felt alive with emotion the energy from it dancing around my skin like electricity. He just looked frustrated like a child that was denied something.

"What are you telling me that you've never thought about anybody else while we've been together?" I scoffed at him. Is he serious right now?

"No, I haven't Harry because I love you and even if I did, thinking about someone is so much more different than actually going out and fucking them." I felt so stupid falling for him in the first place. I took a quick breath in my heart beating fast hoping I don't regret this. "You know what we're breaking up, I don't think I can be with someone who cheats on me and then gets mad at me for it." I wiped my wet cheek looking straight at him. A numbing feeling exploded though my body.

"N-no, no, no, you can't leave me you're mine, you said you'd never leave." His voice broke at the end of his sentence like how he broke my heart. I wanted him to hug me and tell me everything's okay and that this was just a cruel joke.

"You said you would always be truthful, I guess we both broke our promises." My face held no emotion and I know he could tell. "You ruined us by sleeping with her, Harry." I pointed between the both of us. "You can't blame anyone but yourself. Please just leave." I felt his hands come around my waist mimicking the position we were in earlier. Held held onto me like I was his life line. His face in my neck making me feel wetness spread along my skin as he rubbed hisbfave against.

"Don't do this. If you leave me I won't survive please." I struggle in his arms making me even more angry. My hands go to his chest and give a shove. He staggers back with his head hung low and face red and puffy.

"I said leave Harry. You can get your stuff Friday when I'm not busy." I open the door for him and guester him out.

"So I guess this is the end then." He stops before he passes me. "I will always love you. I'll wait the rest of my life to have you again if that's what it takes." He gives me one last look likes he's trying to memorize anything he can.

He leaves the beating of my heart drowning out his footsteps and then the door slams shut...

[chimtaesty]

Moonlit Destiny Part One

pairing: princess!reader x king!jin / 2.8k words

warnings: angst, violence, anxiety, strong language, trauma

plot: marrying a king of a far away country seemed to be your biggest problem, but gradually falling in love with a man who is deeply hurt and isn't able to control his rage turns out to be more troublesome.

A/N: hi! I'm really sorry that the first part of this series wasn't uploaded at the planned date. I had to replan and arrange thigs because my exams were delayed and moved and everything was a mess. I hope you enjoy this opener and you'll stay tuned for more of this series.

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masterlist / story masterlist / PROLOGUE

“His first wife, Eunbi, was a traitor....”

“W-What do you mean?” The information he’s giving you doesn’t seem to get processed. His wife betrayed him, causing him pain. “She tried to poison him, almost killing his youngest brother in the process. She aimed for his crown, she wanted to be the sole ruler. The emperor had her hung publicly” Your brain doesn’t work.

Your mouth opens to question Yonghee further, but in that very moment Seokjin walks towards you two, aiming for you. “I’m sorry for breaking up the conversation between you two, but i would like to talk to my fiance” He states with a small smile, making you question what Yonghee said a minute ago. How on earth was the man that stands in front of you able to hang his wife. To execute the woman he loved, or maybe he didn’t. It may have been easier to kill her for treason because he didn’t actually love her. Would he be able to execute you when you made a mistake? Would he ever be able to kill you?

“Y/N, I wanted to elaborate the cause of my anger towards you. I realised that it was unfair to be angry at you for mentioning my first wife without actually knowing what happened.” You don’t say anything while he sways on the heels of his feet. You know what happened, yet you let him explain to see things through his perspective.

“My first wife, Eunbi, was a wonderful woman. We loved each other truly and I would've given her everything. I made her queen because she desired to be my wife. I allowed her to learn whatever she wanted, because I loved her. She made me the happiest man alive. But she betrayed me, she used me, tried to kill me for her biggest desire. She wanted to be in my position, be king. She tried to kill me, but she poisoned my youngest brother, Jungkook, instead. It was an accident since the poisoned cup of wine was meant for me. My brother survived, barely, he still has problems with speaking. When it was revealed that she had poisoned my brother's drink she showed her real face.

She admitted that what I had given her wasn’t enough. She wanted to be the sole ruler of my kingdom and she was ready to do whatever it took to accomplish that. Although I loved her, dearly, I had to execute her. I would’ve forgiven her, I would've let her go because I loved her. My brother, Yoongi, took care of her execution. I couldn’t be present. I couldn’t watch the woman I loved being hung like a criminal.” he finishes with tears in his eyes.

His eyes are red and his cheeks pink. You can’t even imagine what he felt, the pain that must torture him every single day. “How many brothers do you have?” you don’t realise what leaves your mouth until it’s too late. A small chuckle leaves his plump lips. “That’s what busies your mind? How many brothers I have?” you chuckle as well. “I’m curious, I now know what happened to Eunbi and I understand that it must be unimaginably painful to execute someone you love but since you don’t want to talk about it too much, I won’t bring it up again. Thank you for telling me” you nudge his arm slightly “Now tell me how many brothers you have”

xxxxx

He has six brothers, Namjoon, the army commander of the south. He takes care of the safety in the kingdoms south. He’s very tall and likes to read, in his free time he likes to take care of the animals which live at the royal court. Yoongi, who takes care of the local prisons. He is excellent at getting people to talk, through torture, to your displeasure. He’s smaller than his brothers and likes to listen to concerts on his free evenings.

Hoseok is the army commander of the north. He shares his work with his brother, Namjoon, and takes care of the safety in the kingdom's north. He is a ray of sunshine. Seokjin said he was surprised when Hoseok asked to be a commander since he imagined him to become an artist like Taehyung, but he assured his brother of his professionalism. He likes to help Jimin with the local orphanages in his free time, remarkable.

Jimin is the third youngest of the bunch. He is a famous warrior, known as the white shadow. He fought in several great wars and always came back as the winner. Even though he’s a scary and very skilled warrior, he has a very sensible personality. He likes to help out at the local orphanages, showing the children how to defend themselves. A secret ,Seokjin pleaded with me to never ever talk about, is that Jimin likes to be read to. He often asks his older Brother, Namjoon, to read to him.

Taehyung is the second youngest, making him the second family's baby. He’s the only one who strayed from the genre of professions among the brothers. He decided to become an artist, painting the most beautiful paintings and writing the loveliest poems, having quite the clan of female admirers. He does know how to fight, though. Growing up with six brothers who like to train for future purposes made him learn how to fight as well. He might not be as skilled as Jimin or Jungkook, but he would survive in war.

Jungkook is the youngest of them all. He’s a warrior like Jimin, known as black shadow. He is the best fighter out of the seven, no one has ever succeeded in having him land on his back. He seems really scary, almost terrifying, said Seokjin. But he’s a nice boy, kind and cautious. He told Seokjin that he would like an older sister in law because Eunbi was younger than him, calling him Oppa, which he strongly disliked.

When he was poisoned, he lost almost all possibility to speak, he has trouble eating and dislikes having to talk to people. He’s embarrassed people would feel disgusted by his raspy and rough sounding voice.

His family sounds fun, complicated but fun.

xxxxx

The maids helped you put the traditional clothes on called “Hanbok”. “Ow!” you shout, startling the maids in the process. “We are deeply sorry, your majesty. We have to tighten this part a slight bit.” Moving in this big thing seems impossible as there’s so much fabric. “You’re almost done, your majesty.” you can’t believe that Seokjin wants you to wear such a hideous amount of clothing.

“You’re done, your majesty! The only thing you will have to put on is the head piece” the smaller girl in front of you instructs. She holds a big golden something in her hands. You’ve never seen something as astonishing and beautiful as this golden thing.

She places the headpiece on your head, securing it in your hair. It’s heavy, feels like they’ve placed a child on top of your head, yet you like it. “You look beautiful, your majesty” you smile at her “Thank you very-“Is she done yet?” An impatient voice wanders through the walls. “Yes, your majesty. Your fiancé is done being dressed” a maid informs him.

“Good, come outside, my dear. Let me have a look at you” he pushes. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to get up. There’s jewelry as heavy as a newborn on your head and ridiculous big clothing on your body. “I’ll try my best.” he chuckles.

The maid helps you up, you’re sure she’s trying to not laugh herself. If the women in his country wear this stuff without a problem?

“Wow, Y/N. You look stunning. Come here, my love” he opens his arms wide. You let go of the maid, focused on making your way over to him. The headpiece weighs down on your already exhausted neck. “Thank you, the headpiece is quite heavy though” your nose crunches up at your small complaint.

He stifles a laugh “That’s alright, you won’t have to wear it all the time. Such big jewelry should only be worn at special occasions” you nod your head, or at least you try to. “Y/N, could you do me a favor?” you hum “Of course” “Please take care of Jungkook, he needs someone to talk to. His brothers don’t seem fit for that job” you nod. “I’ll try”

xxxxx

So here you are, in front of his parents and his six brothers, well not all six. Two are missing. All of them are way taller than you imagined them to be. His mother is the smallest, smaller than you. And his father is a tad bit smaller than the boys behind him, yet he looks like a king. The posture and the way he introduces himself to you makes it obvious that he was king a while ago.

“My name is Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, your majesty” you bow lowly, as low as Yonghee had shown you. “Oh dear, you don’t have to bow to us. I’m not king anymore” you shake your head in disagreement. “I have to, you are Seokjin's family.” You try in their language.

Yonghee taught you the best he could during your months-long trip back to Seokjin’s land. “That’s very kind of you, Y/N. This is my wife Juhyun, and my name is Hyunsuk. I’m pleased to take you in as my daughter-in-law” you bow once again, making sure to bow to his mother once again. You catch her look, the hatred in her eyes.

His brothers introduce themselves as well before Seokjin snatches you away, taking you to his bedchambers. “She hates me” you sigh. “What are you talking about?” You sit yourself on the bed, trying to wiggle the big head piece out of your hair. “Your mother, she despises me and I can’t get this thing out of my hair” you cry out in frustration.

“Don’t think about her too much. She’s just cautious, after what happened with Eunbi. Let me help you” he tries to calm you. “But you didn’t see her eyes. She would’ve stabbed me right then and there if she had the chance to” you sigh.

His big hand finds its way onto your cheek. “Y/N, stop. She won’t ever hurt you. As long as you’ll stay loyal to me, you won’t be in danger.” His words calm you, to some extent.The fact that he’s willing to protect you even though he’s not in love with you is nice, it feels very nice.

xxxxx

“Why do I have to meet her?” You sigh as a maid helps you into a lighter piece of clothing. “Because she wants to get to know her daughter-in-law. Just drink some tea, answer her questions and you’re good to go.” Your nose crunches up in displeasure. Meeting his mother for tea or rather for interrogation is the cherry on top. She might just kill you and call it an accident.

“You won’t have to stay too long, I want you to meet my youngest brothers. Jimin and Jungkook are coming home from war and Taehyung will present his newest paintings tonight. I want you to be on good terms with them.” You nod and squeeze his hand.

He rubs your palm “You’ll be fine”

Two very friendly guards escort you to the small pavilion on the other side of the palace.

“There you are, take a seat” his mother, Juhyun smiles at you. It’s a fake smile, you’re sure. “I prepared some green tea, it helps your metabolism. You should slim down a little, right” you blink in irritation.

It’s not even been two minutes and this woman is testing your patience. “You won’t want Seokjin to fall back on his concubines, right?” She smiles, once again making you puke deep inside. “Ah, yes.” You huff.

Why is she so keen on making you upset, god. “How old are you, child?” She asks after she pours you some tea. “I’m twenty one” she nods her head, her eyebrows twitching slightly “You’re quite young, dear. You’ll have to give birth to a lot of sons.” You nod your head. “I’ll try my best to reward Seokjin with sons”

She gives you a small smile “Of course you will” she mumbles, clear for your ears to hear. “So, how much do you know about our disappointment of a former queen?” your head shoots up. “Seokjin told me about her, tragic.” her eyebrows furrow and she places the cup of tea down. “He told you himself?” you nod, trying not to chuckle because of her obvious irritation. “He did, he wanted me to know what happened to her.” she hums, making you more uncomfortable than before.

“I’m really sorry about what happened. Having to lose someone a part of the family is horrible.” you place your cup down as well. “Oh don’t act like you care, Eunbi has always been and would have always been the wrong pick for my son. I’m quite glad she got herself killed. I would have hung her myself if my youngest son wouldn’t have survived.” she chuckles and you divert your gaze from the woman in front of you. The water lilies swim peacefully in the crystal clear water, wanting you to be a part of them. Having all the time in the world to relax and be left alone. You would like this woman to leave you alone.

“Child, did you hear me?” your eyes wander to her again. Of course you didn’t hear her. “Excuse me, I didn’t, I’m sorry” you sigh. This tea party is taking way too long, where are you, Seokjin? In your mind you plead for Seokjin to show up and snatch you away. “Great, you aren’t a good listener either. You know, when you want to be the queen of this land, you have to be good at listening to peopl-”Mother, excuse me”

Your eyes widen at the voice you waited so patiently to fill this pavilion. “I’m sorry that i have to break your conversation apart, but i would like to take my fiance with me” he smiles at his mother and you’re quick to get up. A quick bow and you almost drag Seokjin with you.

“Slow down, my love. You look as if you’re trying to escape something” he chuckles. He’s playing with you. Of course he knows that you wanted to escape from his mother as soon as possible. “Oh you don’t know, she’s horrible.” he frowns slightly as he takes your hand in his.

“I know, she didn’t treat Eunbi nice either. I’m sorry that she criticised you. Meeting her has to happen out of decency.” you nod and lower your head. “What did she say?” he asks.

His face looks concerned, your cheeks heat up. “Well, nothing serious” you mumble. He stops walking, pulling you towards him. You look up at him as his features grow angry “As my wife you have to be honest with me, weather i like what you have to tell me or not”

A small sigh leaves your lips as you flutter your eyelashes. “She told me to lose weight or you’ll leave me for one of your concubines.” “What else?” You can’t meet his eyes, you’re too embarrassed. “She doubted my ability to give birth to sons. She acted dismissive as i assured her that i’ll try my best to give birth to your sons.” now it is his turn to sigh.

His big hand finds its way to the back of your neck. “Listen to me, you aren’t too heavy in any way. You’re the right size, you match me perfectly. And you don’t have to worry about not being able to give birth to sons. I’m very much able to put perfect children in there” his hand rests on your stomach. “Don’t doubt me, Y/N” he breathes.

You feel hot, so damn hot you might melt. “I would never” you mumble. His lips are so close. Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes as he moves closer. And in a matter of seconds your lips meet his, igniting a firework in the pits of your stomach. They are so soft as your lips move against his, something you never felt.

“Emper-excuse me” a guard stumbles back around the corner as he sees what is happening. Seokjin pulls away, making you close your eyes and replaying the moment he kissed you. “What, I can't have a moment of peace in this palace.” he grasps your waist as the guard comes back around. “Prince Jimin and Prince Jungkook have arrived-”Good, tell them to come to the crown hall.” he bows his head once more. “That’s the issue, Emperor. Prince Jungkook is greatly injured. Prince Jimin brought him to the nobel healer.” Seokjin tenses up and you are quick to grasp his hand.

“He fights in my war and comes home half dead, this boy.” Seokjin squeezes your hand and sighs once more as he pulls you along.

“Let’s meet my brothers”

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for the writing meme 1, 3, 22, 40 :)

Hi!! thank you for asking :-)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

OK i do care abt font tbh, i usually write in baskerville in google docs lol, size 9 or 10 maybe, i change it to 8 when i read through it all; occasionally i will change the doc into a completely different font like comic sans or something lol just so that it like. looks different + therefore hopefully gonna make me spot mistakes or things to change idk? but yeah baskerville my friend baskerville, it looks like this on my phone:

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I already answered this one but actually i guess i can say a bit more abt sort of how id go about sitting down to write, whether i 'warm up' or not or whatever. sometimes i might start off with typing up some handwritten stuff if ive got some left to do, before i actually write anything new, and that's like my warm up i guess. and i will keep reading through my work frequently of course, although sometimes you also have to take a little break or pause from it, because you end up having read it over so many times that it loses its impact; but if you leave it and come back to it in a few days or whatever your time scale is and read it all through from the start, then it hopefully feels fresh again and you start to really enjoy the bits you wrote again.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

hmm, i wouldn't say i'm like...disorganised exactly, but idk how organised i am either......when i write by hand i use like a5 size notebooks and black biro, and when i type it up i use google docs... hghgffj in my google drive i do have a lot of Untitled Documents lol, mostly notes/planning for fics. (and lately for shorter fics sometimes i don't actually think of a title until it’s finished and i'm uploading it to ao3, so it just stays as untitled document in my drive... oops..)

my document full of notes for a possible ocelhira fic is almost at 3k words or something (plus some scribbles in my real notebook) and it’s extremely messy.. i live in hope of someday writing it,but here's a snippet from my notes for now:

i also have another short bosselot fic in mind.. :

my notes like this on my phone tend to be just. lower case free from punctuation no speech marks just vibes. tends to be a mixture of more polished sentences that i will probably end up using in the final thing, as well as looser bits and actual like. notes to myself of outlines / plans / settings etc. i can't seem to find my notes for 'awakening', i guess i deleted them, but it would have been good to show my notes for a fic i posted recently so you can see what made it into the final thing and what didn't, ah well.

40. Please share a poem with me. I need it.

I already answered this but I'll go for another poem by the same author, Wilfred Owen, since there are several I really like by him. (His most well-known, and for good reason, is Dulce et decorum est, but i feel like that's the obvious choice with him, so I'm avoiding choosing that one lol. But it is very good..)

thanks 4 asking!!! :)

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Take A Chance On Me

Word count: 2,714

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Fem! Reader(no y/n)

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Warnings: Explicit language, wet dreams, harassment(tell me if I should add more)  

Authors Notes: HELLLO EVERYONE I'm back :) Chapters will be uploaded normally again so you will see more of take a chance. ANYWAY OMG I love the first half of the chapter and its really because of the tropes i’m a sucker for tropes and this specific one is my favorite one like AAA its great. The second half of the chapter is more of a doozy and I remember channeling my anger while writing it so the line reader says to the individual is something I've wanted to say to someone cause they pissed me off. BUT i gotta say that this chapter and next chapter things are going... well i shouldn’t say anything else BUT ENJOY THE CHAPTER!!! Gif by fuzzyghost

Chapter 10: Sleepless 

Oh 

Oh no. You can’t like him, it’s wrong you can’t like him. He was a coworker and your friend, he was one of the only people you could talk to without feeling uncomfortable. He was nice to look at and he constantly flirts with you and you knew he never meant it but it always made your heart flutter. 

This wasn’t happening, you were just misinterpreting feelings. This can’t happen, these feelings that pressed onto your chest anytime you thought about his smile were something else. It wasn’t… it couldn’t be… you weren’t falling for him. You were just mistaking his kindness for something else. This wasn’t… or was it, no no no. 

Please no, you can’t like him. You felt unbelievably overwhelmed and your mind began to supply every moment the two of you shared together. The stupid teasing conversations between the two of you, the arguments you shared on missions that ultimately led to quiet apologies, the soft fleeting touches hes given you the seven years you’ve worked for the Statesman. You can’t like him… it’ll ruin everything. You can’t like him...

But you did so much you just wanted to hug him and comb your fingers through his stupid hair. And when he has his stupid hat on, you wanted to take it off and put it on your own head. You wanted to know if he’d kiss you like that. Oh no you had to stop right now. What is wrong with you!

You took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the hotel bathroom mirror. You looked like a mess and you really needed a drink. You sighed and washed your face with water. You still had makeup on even though you did that but you didn’t care at that moment. You had to get out of these clothes they were bothering you. You quickly stripped them and put on your sleep clothes. Your hands gripped at the sink because of your thoughts. You didn’t want to leave the bathroom. It felt safe there but you had to. You didn’t want to see him because you knew that it was going to be weird. You tried to kiss him and if… if that actually happened it would’ve ruined things between you two. You sighed again and forced yourself out that bathroom door. 

You saw him on his bed without a shirt on and you quickly turned to your bed. For the love of everything good please don’t look at him. You’ve done enough for today, you didn’t need the image of him shirtless burned into your retinas. 

You grabbed your bag and stuffed it with all the things that you took out of it and set it on the floor. You then grabbed the covers of the bed and wrapped them around you facing away from him. 

“Goodnight,” you muttered and shut your eyes tight. You hoped if you just shut your eyes and thought about anything else then you’d go to sleep.

“Night darlin’,” he whispered back and turned off the light. After he said that you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His multiple nicknames for you echoed in your head and it made it quite impossible to go to sleep. 

You couldn’t sleep that night. You couldn’t sleep many nights after the realization that you liked Whiskey. That you liked Jack. The only times you were able to sleep that weekend were the times that you dreamed about him. You dreamed about him in your apartment with you, hugging you from behind and turning you around to kiss you. Every time you fell asleep that dream haunted you and reminded you that you could never have that from him. You’d always wake up during the kiss never really being able to experience it fully. It made you feel empty every time you experienced it. So you opted to not sleep and just stay up.

It was clearly a bad idea but that emptiness in your chest hurt more than not getting sleep. So Sunday night you stayed up and waited for morning to come so you could go to work and force those feelings down. And you did just that, for the whole day you worked on autopilot just how you used to. You worked by yourself and talked to others only when you were spoken to. It was something you were so used to so why did you feel lonely?

Why were you feeling so much? Feelings were fatal so stuff them down but it wasn’t working. Anytime you felt like your emotions were too much to handle you threw yourself into your work. But it wasn’t working! You quickly walk your way into your office ignoring anyone who tried to get your attention. Just throw yourself into your work and stop thinking, you scolded yourself as you sat on your desk. You opened up your work laptop and started to look at the missions that you had to work on and the messages other agents sent to you. Monotony and routine will get you to not think. You continued to look at your laptop screen and input your response to some of the agents. Your eyes began to feel heavy with sleep but you kept going. You didn’t get any sleep that night and you only had three hours Saturday night before your dream. You’ve worked on less hours of sleep so it should be no biggie.

You continued the work in front of you and your heavy eyes continued to try and force you to rest. But you continued to work and finished some of the things in front of you. You just closed your eyes for a minute…

“Sweetheart you like that…” you heard Whiskey rumble in your ear. You moaned a response and his voice continued to tease you. 

“You're such a good girl,” he hummed and you whimpered when he thrusted harder into you. You gripped onto his broad shoulders and met his movements. He filled you perfectly and the feeling of him encompassed your thoughts.

“Please, Jack-,” you blurted out and then moaned incoherently after he thrusted deeper into you. He chuckled at your noises and started to suck on your neck making you moan louder.

 “So pretty, god you're so pretty,”he groaned and continued his brutal pace. He went to kiss you and you looked at how his pupils were dilated just like the night in the club. You were moving closer to his lips and you woke up in your office.

 You couldn’t trust yourself anywhere anymore. What the fuck was that? Your dreams never were like that so why now and why in your office! 

You groaned loudly and you put your head on your desk. You hate this, why were you having wet dreams about him at work! Your body was acting at its own accord and it frustrated you. You don't want to be all hot and bothered during work when there are so many important things that you have to do. Your face was still hot from the images that your mind was supplying you. When this day is over you just want to go home and take a cold shower and think about things like taxes or broccoli. Think about taxes and broccoli.

You try to collect yourself and continue the work in front of you. But like always something has to interrupt you. There was a knock on your office door and Tequila's head peaked in. 

“Brandy, we got a meeting…” he stated and turned his head to the side. “You alright,” he asked and your eyes opened wide. 

“Yup I’m peachy keen,” you stuttered out and gave him a shaky thumbs up. You couldn’t stop thinking of Whiskey and it’s becoming a problem. He gave you a weird look and waited for you to get up from your desk. You slowly got up from your desk and made your way towards him.

“You sick or something?,” he questioned your weird actions. You shook your head and started walking to the conference room. Broccoli and taxes you thought as you licked your dry lips. You continued to walk silently as Tequila followed you. You reached the conference room and sat silently. You forgot you took off your statesman glasses so put them on to see Agent Whiskey across from you in New York. You turned your head to look at Champ instead of Whiskey. Broccolis look like trees that's so funny you thought, trying to kill all the other thoughts you had. You started to bite the skin on your lips to ground you to this reality and not the one in your head.

“We’re currently trying to find the location in Mexico that was referred to on the mission in Chicago, now Whiskey has been looking into anything related to Ian Montgomery in New York. We haven’t gotten anything from Joey Russo, so anything Golden Apple related has, at the moment, dried out,” you sighed softly at his response and he continued. “The rest of you will be assisting agents on current missions…” you began to tune out what Champ was saying and start thinking about what movie you should watch to stay up that night. It had to be something that didn’t let you fall asleep easily. 

“Brandy, you'll be paired up with Moonshine and help him on the escalating situation in Idaho,” Champ told you and you started to pay attention. Great Moonshine, he was a great agent but man he was an asshole. You honestly wished you’d have Vodka as a partner and not Moonshine. You nodded your head and continued to tune out Champ until he said “dismissed.” You stood up and started walking to your office. 

“Wait up Brandy, we gotta go over the situation,” Moonshine called for you and you waited for him to catch up. Once he did you began to follow him into his office which was on the same floor as yours. You just wanted to get this over with.

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The mission with Moonshine wasn’t over until Wednesday when you two finally got back from Idaho. The mission went well. The only problem was Moonshine and his unnecessary comments. Throughout the mission he said comments that made your skin crawl. You refused to say anything to him and chose to stay quiet. The last time you were his partner, you told him to stop but he just responded by saying it was a joke. 

You let him explain to Champ what happened when you two were in Idaho. You just wanted to go home, that mission has drained you from any emotion that wasn’t anger. Once he finished his long spiel you two were allowed to leave. You huffed and tried to go to your office. 

“Brandy, wait up,”Moonshine grabbed at your shoulder and you frowned. You were so close to your office you could practically smell the vanilla lavender candle you had in there. You turned to his face and looked at him with dead eyes.

“What,” you responded bluntly. You didn’t really care for professionalism, you only cared about leaving. You have dealt with Moonshine for as long as you could. Two days was your limit. 

“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go on a date Friday,” he asked and continued to grab at your shoulder. Is he really trying to ask you out right now? You were so irritated and tense that you pushed his arm off and turned to your office. You saw Tequila in front of you near your office door. 

“No,” you responded and went off to where Tequila was. But Moonshine didn’t take kindly to that word.

“What do you mean no, I thought we had something these two days,” you physically cringed at his statement. You hated these past days but he thought you had something. Tequila saw your discomfort and positioned himself between you and him.

“She said no so just quit it,” Tequila muttered and put his hand on Moonshine's chest. His eyes which were previously on you focused on Tequila. 

“She fucking you or something? Beat it Tequila,” he sneered and you officially had enough. Tequila was about to say something and you interrupted.

“No I’m not fucking him but I am fucking your wife. Oh wait… I’m sorry your ex wife,” you seethed out with a smile. Moonshine's eyes were filled with rage and slapped Tequila's arm off of his chest. 

“The fuck did you just say,” Moonshine said while moving towards you. You continued to give him a smile and moved back. 

“Oh come on Moonshine, it was just a joke, stop being so sensitive,” you spat the words he used with you so many times. He tried to lunge at you and you quickly moved. “Or like how you told me, maybe you need to get dicked down so you can loosen up,” you hissed. 

“You fucking bitch,” he yelled and tried to punch you. But you were quicker than him and you avoided his punch and were able to push him from behind and he fell to the floor.

“And you're supposed to be an agent?” You scoffed and went back towards Tequila. Who was accompanied by Champ. You were too tired to deal with the scolding Champ was going to give you. You sigh softly and turn towards Champ. 

“You going to get up Moonshine,” Champ exclaimed while looking at Moonshine on the floor. He huffed and got himself up from the floor. He gave you a seething look and you smiled at him. You were still frustrated at how he talked to you but making him furious really made you cheerful. You made him just as mad as he made you in a matter of seconds. 

“Come with me, we have to talk about this,” Champ demanded. Moonshine walked with Champ back to his office leaving you and Tequila in the hallway. You huffed and went to open your office. 

“The fuck was that,” he exclaimed as you opened the door. You shrugged and breathed in your office room. The lavender calmed your senses and you made your way to your office chair. Tequila closed the door and walked around your office. “What do you mean you don’t know,” he asked confused at your nonchalant response.

“He was being a dick so you know...” you waved your hand and looked at the files that you had on your desk. He chuckled at your statement.

“So you pushed him?,” he sat down and crossed his legs. You nodded and continued to look at your files. He cackled about how you were dealing with this situation. You just were too tired to care anymore. All your remaining energy went to dodging attacks from Moonshine. So anything else that happened was something you didn’t care about. You yawned and stretched your arms out. Even on the mission it was impossible to get any rest. Broccoli and taxes weren’t helping you with your feelings. “Brandy, I think you should go home early,” expressed with apprehension. 

You looked at him and then looked at your work that piled up the days you were away. He rolled his eyes and looked back at you with a determined glare. “The work is always going to be there, your health isn’t so go home or I’ll personally drag you out of here,” Tequila retorted to the look you were giving him. He made a good point but you didn’t want to sleep. You sighed softly at the dilemma that you were faced with. The only way you’d be able to relax is by getting a full night of sleep but…

“I guess I’m going to drag you out of here,” he mumbled and lifted himself from the chair. You dropped the papers that you picked up on your desk and held your hands up in mock surrender.

“I’m going, calm down,” you muttered and grabbed your bag. Your eyes felt tired and you probably looked tired. You could finally take that cold shower you’ve been thinking about. Tequila opened the door and let you walk out. “Thank you for looking out for me,” you muttered as you left the office.

“Oh no, you're thanking me, you must be exhausted,” he laughed and you rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious, thank you,” you yawned out and he nodded. 

“Go get some sleep Brandy.” 

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1, 6, 11, and 15 + the fic of your choice 😁

A... a fic of MY choice? You've asked for it now, because I'm choosing TWO OF THEM (cackles in orange)

overwritten, overridden (1, 6, 11 + 15)

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

OK, it's no secret that I was inspired after watching the O&Y episode, but it might be a surprise to you that I'd already HAD the idea of writing an Amnesic Marcy AU. I was originally going to go down a 'Sleeper Agent' route but after watching O&Y and seeing The Core in all its awful glory, seeing the binary codes and just the fact that this computer was being uploaded into Marcy really inspired me to work with the computer allegory that you see in O&O.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

Ignoring that my other fics so far are oneshots (or an unfinished AU), I think what makes it different is probably just sheer amount of stuff I’m throwing into this? I’m trying to cover so many different aspects from character development, to relationships to plot lines that it’s kinda insane. I’ve said in the below question, but I also have some special teachings that I’m working into this which I try and stand by myself which is what makes this fic special to me!

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I've already said in another ask that I love the POV changes and the angst - but another think I love about this fic so far is the underlining lessons(?) I'm trying to include in there. I don't know how much of them people have picked up on yet (there's a key one I know some people have spotted so far) so I won't say anything more, but let's just say I have another lesson to teach you all which will come into play. :)

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

So, is it bad if I say I learnt that I'm actually pretty good at writing and I've learnt to be more confident with it?

I've always loved writing but I've always been way too scared to actually share it with anyone, so O&O was kind of a test for myself. It's the first fanfic I've ever written and published, so to see people commenting and enjoying the work I've written has definitely bumped my confidence.

I'm still learning though, I can already see how my writing has improved from the first chapters of O&O to my more recent chapters, so I'm excited to see how much more I can evolve my style!

change of plans (1 + 6)

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

OK, I don't know if you've read this one Lex, but the real reason I wanted to talk about this oneshot, is I because I wanted to shout out about my inspiration for this one.

My original inspiration for this was a nice little tweet by Kayseix where they'd basically said, imagine a specific angsty scenario. So, me being a happy little angsty writer thought, yes I can do that.

Then I made the mistake of reading @ghostadventurespirit0rb's fic there's just too much that time cannot erase as well as MidnightCrossroads' fic they see you when you're sleeping. The defining factor of these two fics? They are angst written in second person - and they both absolutely destroyed me.

So, they basically inspired me to try writing in Second Person which lead to this angsty oneshot! All three of them are amazing writers, which I highly recommend, so go check out their work if you haven't already!

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

This ties into the above question! It's all written in second person, which is something I don't typically do! It amplifies the angst I'm trying to inflict on you portray in this fic. :)