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first freehand machine embroidery in over a year lmao | 31/08/23
#size reference for british people#i'd appreciate constructive criticism btw. if anyone is reading the tags and has something to say#i spent so long staring at it that i'm now kind of blind to what it looks like at first glance#realistic? wonky? shit? u tell me#embroidery#i'm going to keep staring at it until i find imperfections (of which there are many) to fix#then maybe shove it on a notebook#idk. i have a problem with doing this and then letting them gather dust#the other day i found an a4 portrait of aziraphale from my brief good om//ens days. just hanging out in the back of my wardrobe#it's unfinished#his portrait is done but i was adding some decorative eyes in silver and blue (down the side)#realised i own copper thread because i was going to add crowley to the collection but alas#my attention span is mediocre#anyway. deer skull#my mum thinks it's creepy
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Why yes, yes I did indeed doodle a royal portrait for my bard and Thirain 🤓
Honorable mention: can't help but smile and the painter keeps telling them to stop (they wont)
#i am so horrendously obnoxiously down bad#so i will keep creating mediocre art to satisfy my lack of affection level rapport#thirain#lost ark#art#this dress was based off something way more elaborate and i simply gave up#too many details#i have small attention span
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I enjoy documentaries I love learning things but god why do they have to be so boring I don't want some guy telling me about Versailles in a monotonous voice that sounds like he does not care about what he's talking about at all. Can't they like...idk. hire museum tour guides for that? Or hire some person that spent ten years studying the history of the absolutist monarchy of Louis XIV and let them do the voiceover I guarantee you you will be more invested in it than with sir "I am reading this because I get paid to" over there that sounds like he could not care less about the french monarchy.
#being taught things jusz gets so much more enjoyable when the one doing the teaching enjoys it as well#like yes tell me about feudalism in the middle ages and how our entire view of history has been warped by a Eurocentric world view#implemented by the officials that were all nationalist assholes#it's such a shame I want to know more about the alchemists of the middle east#but my attention span is already so so bad it's not gonna get better when I get bored because it feels like a mediocre history lesson#put some emotion into that voice make it a little dramatic I am Begging you to not make learning boring#I'd read it in books but thats not fun I wanna be told stuff#i prefer auditory things it leaves me to do other things as well it's more efficient and I grew up always listening to one thing or another#so it's just hardwired into my brain now
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Anti intellectualism is at a high these days tbh. People's attention span has also turned to shit--and i say this as someone with adhd, Its not solely the mental illnesses people have its the over consumption of short form (and frankly inane) media that has ruined people's ability to sit and listen to anything that takes more than 30 seconds to say.
And also people dont seem to want to think critically anymore. No one wants to read, no one wants to learn, no one wants to understand or listen, no one wants to be challenged or feel unpleasant and uncomfortable, a lot dont even want to teach the kids anymore. If it doesn't immediately affect them and if it doesn't spark pleasure then it's brushed off and ignored.
This is one reason why lots of us hate booktok for example; its not that reading mediocre works for pleasure is bad (i mean i know i get my fix of silly unchallenging fiction when i need it) its that you refuse to read anything else. Idc if you read fairy elf porn or whatever it is thats circling around there these days, but you have got to do something constructive and hard sometimes lol
tbf i also blame our dystopian, collapsing society for this outcome. When you're overworked, sick and everyone around you is suffering and dying, you cant afford food or to pay your bills and you still have to work a soul crushing job for 40+ hours a week the only thing you would want to do is turn your brain off and rot
anon, you have encapsulated each and every one of my feelings & thoughts on this so precisely like from the dystopian existence to the social media hellscape of defanging ur attention to sell it back to you in 90s video clips like this is It !
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Everytime I try to decide a homestuck character to hoist my bfrb onto I end up thinking the phrase trichotrollomania and am so thrilled by my own mediocre wit that I immediately forget what I was trying to do
#my own mediocre wit and my attention span that is so short as to not exist at all but like#anyways if anyone has bfrb hcs or anything similar send them my way please#i give dirk my trich of course that surprises no one but I like to think rose picked it up too and I’m feeling karkat for some reason#not sure about the specifics though#tacit rambles#homestuck
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MORE DAD!CHRIS
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!chris x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you were sad when you had to work on your birthday, and chris knew you’d be stressed when you came home. so, he teamed up with your son to make a rememberable present.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFFY, that’s it :)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 918
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: dad chris has my heart frfr.
you were bummed, to say the least when you got called into work on your birthday, and there was no way to call out.
chris insisted you go and said it was fine to watch the little one by himself for a few hours.
the little one in question is strapped into the baby carrier on chris’ front as he reads the box in his hand. he neatly has bowls and measuring cups out on the counter, all he needs now is the ingredients. both of them are in matching pajamas with dinosaurs on them. chris established these matching sets when atticus was born five months ago, and you loved the idea.
that’s when you knew he’d be a great dad.
“half a cup oil, one cup water, and three eggs. think we can handle it, buddy?” chris looks at your son and kisses him on the head. he purposely bounces to the cabinet and refrigerator to grab the supplies as atticus giggles at his movements.
he then grabs one of the measuring cups and fills it with water, placing it back with the other ingredients. “set the oven to 350°.” chris reads aloud, turning to face the stove.
“no touch,” he says, holding your son’s hands with one of his and using the other to press the buttons to the right temperature.
this results in atticus gripping onto chris’ pointer finger and not letting go. he doesn’t mind though, and continues reading off of the box. “beat cake mix, water, oil, and eggs in bowl… blah blah blah.”
he grabs the kitchen scissors, making sure he’s cutting far away from the child and cutting open the cake mix powder. he grabs the bowl, inching it closer. “want to put it in, buddy?” he asks, holding the bottom of the bag as atticus grabs the top of it.
all is going well until they drop the bag into the bowl, the mix that was already in making a mess on chris’s hands and atticus’ face. the baby laughs as chris picks up the pouch and finishes pouring it in. “oh, man.” chris sighs, taking his hand and rubbing the powder off of the child’s face.
“water—” he starts, but then a little hand accidentally knocks it over and spills it on the counter. he slowly looks at his father with no emotion, but chris smiles. “that’s okay. let’s clean up our mess!”
as in “our”, it’s chris using a paper towel while the little rascal just throws the piece he gave him onto the liquid to seem like he’s helping.
luckily the rest goes without a mess, and then the oven dings. chris wants atticus to be involved, so he helps him pour the batter into the circle-shaped pan (half of it ends up on the counter.)
he eventually takes the baby carrier off to not get him so close to the oven, atticus is now on his hip as he closes the oven and puts on a thirty-four-minute timer.
once the cake is cooled, chris puts the infant into his high chair with the cake in front of him. instead of bowls and measuring cups, icing, and sprinkles are on the counter. he knew what he was going to say next was a bad idea, but it was for a special occasion.
chris opens the icing and bottles. “make it pretty for mommy.” he says, giving your son free will to decorate the cake.
his attention span only lasted about ten minutes, but he got a few gallops of icing and sprinkles on. chris did help him write a message, but the rest was all from your little boy. atticus claps as chris looks at the cake, but then sighs when he looks at the messy counter of powder, batter, icing, and sprinkles. “your mother is going kill me.”
rubbing your eyes, you enter the front door of your house, pausing in place as you look at the kitchen. there was an attempt to clean up, but it was a mediocre job. “chris?” you call out, but there’s no answer. a certain object catches your eye and you walk over to it, smiling softly at the source that made the kitchen a disaster.
there was barely any icing on it, but you didn’t care. there were spots where there were a ton of sprinkles and no sprinkles at all. sloppy pink handwriting was written in the center of the cake, but you understood the message.
happy birthday mommy!
we love you ♡
you wipe the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as you speed walk to the living room, seeing the two boys lying on the couch. the smaller one is asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, and the other is staring at the TV that’s muted. chris’s hand rubs on atticus’ back.
you walk in front of him, and he lazily smiles at you. you can tell he’s tired, but he’s fighting it. “he made you a cake.” chris mumbles, fluttering his eyes closed. you pick up your son gently as to not wake him, and start swaying from side to side when he squirms for a moment. “do you like it?” chris asks.
“i love it.” you say, a tear spilling from your eye. “it’s my favorite cake in the whole wide world.”
you kiss chris on the forehead and atticus on the cheek, thinking about how lucky you are. these are your two boys, and you never loved anything more in your life.
𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72 @ripmattitude @p1xieswrld @alorsxsturn @txssvx
#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo imagine#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo smut#sturniolo smut#✎ ⤾ haleigh’s requests!
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Pay Attention
SFW Hazbin tickle fic
ficlet? Is that the term used when it's shorter than normal?
Mostly Ler!Val, Mostly Lee!Vox
Soft!Valentino
Swearing
Edit: This one isnt as good, sorry guys lol, I wrote this purely as an excuse to include the Moth x Bright Light trope because I thought it was goofy
Summary: Vox is ranting and Val just isn't paying attention to him. After a few attempts to talk to him, Val complies and gives him his full, undivided attention.
"- And then Alastor called me a 'Clout-chasing mediocre video podcast,' can you fucking believe-... Val!" Vox had been trying to talk to his partner for about half an hour now, but unfortunately, said partner had the attention span of a three year old.
Still not getting his attention, Vox stood in front of Val and flashed his screen a bit brighter, which seemed to pull him from his phone. Classic moth brain attracted to bright lights. Vox usually found it hilarious to use this against him. Val did not.
"Oh fuck off, I heard you." He said dismissively. The host crossed his arms. "Did you? Then what did I say?" Valentino hesitated. "Something about Alastor, probably." "You weren't fucking listening." Val groaned, "Fine, continue, continue, I'm listening."
Vox gave him a suspicious look, then continued. "The nerve of HIM to call ME mediocre!? I keep up with the latest trends, I know what the people like, HE'S been doing the same old radio bullshit for years! He's-" He looked over at Val, who was back on his phone. He growled and pushed his phone out of his hand, then promptly sat in his lap, brightening his screen again.
Val huffed, unable to tear his eyes from the light. "Fuck you, you know I hate it when you use this against me.." "You weren't listening to me." He dimmed his screen, showing the irritation on his face. The moth did feel slightly bad. It's not like he meant to ignore him, he just had a short attention span.
He opened his mouth to apologize or sweet talk him, but he felt Vox gently take ahold of his fluffy antennae and just drag it through his fingers as if feeling the plumage. Fuck. He clamped his jaw shut, his face going warm as it tickled. It was the equivalent of brushing your fingers behind someone's ear.
"You weren't willingly paying attention to me, so now I guess I'll have to make you." Vox smirked, clearly a little less irritated than before. He started to skitter along Val's ribs, but he had clearly forgotten a couple things. Val had four arms, and he was twice his size.
His second pair of hands got Vox from behind, spidering around his shoulder blades, causing the poor show host to arch his back and stop what he was doing. Val was quick to pick up his smaller partner, turn him around, and sit him on his lap while two hands squeezed at his thighs and knees, while two scritched at his sides.
The reaction was immediate. "FUHUCK NOHO, VAHAHAL-" "You said you wanted my undivided attention, and now you have it." "THIHIS ISNT WHAHAT I MEHEANT, FUHUCKER!" "Well now you're just being rude about it." Val slipped his hands under Vox's shirt and rapidly pinched at his lower sides.
Vox tried to bat his hands away in a giggly fight-or-flight mode, until he felt rapid little kisses being peppered along the back of his neck. His giggles softened to something sweeter as he scrunched his shoulders up and stopped fighting him off so much. Fucking Val, he knew he liked this. "B-Bihihitch.." He giggled out. Val chuckled into his neck, tickling it even more.
"Keep talking, Voxy, you have my full attention now."
#sfw tickling community#tickle community#tickle fic#tickling#hazbin hotel tickle#hazbin tickles#lee!vox#ler!valentino
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My anime fanfic opinions cause I’ve been wrting fanfics since I was like 15 and been in fandom spaces longer than that.
If the shoe fits;
The anime fanfic community is not a safe space for black women. Because if it was, all the callouts we experienced this year would not have happened. They were showing signs.
Minors don’t respect the mdni and any minor who interacts with smut is putting the writer at risk of jail time. You’re not smart or mature for doing that. You are actually, a fool.
The KOSA act will affect all of us very soon because other countries will take cue it’s not just a US problem.
Remember how fucking ableist the tokyo revengers fandom used to be? Especially with that stupid vegetable joke during the first timeline when Mikey was in a vegetative state? Yeah, I’m not letting that go, you guys were and are disgusting.
Leave plugfic writers alone. You don’t go for other races for writing a mafia overlord who violently murders every one. I wonder why? (Racism)
It’s very easy for a white author to say “no discourse” on their blog because the only thing they have to worry about is an anon shitting on their writing. POC authors ESPECIALLY black authors can’t really have that privilege because they’ll tell you to:
yeah. We’re always dragged into discourse
Dark content is not a moral failing.
If you defend shota or loli or defend anyone who was caught with shota or loli, you should be put on an FBI watchlist.
Remember when we used to have long fandom attention spans and didn’t throw them in the dustbin as soon as season 1 was over? Yeah bring those back please.
If you go on tiktok shitting on fanfic writers. In fact just shitting on writers in general you don’t deserve to be part of the community. We carry this shit on our backs.
Croquette or soft reader =/= class. Some of you are very uncouth, classless and crass.
SatoSugu shippers are getting irritating to me now. No the story does not revolve around them. Idc if your ship did not make a cameo in the new chapter there are other characters in the damn manga.
Jjk does not have bad female characters or hate women. Gege Akutami hates everyone because almost everyone is dead. Except his pookie Sukuna.
Boruto is not a bad manga. It’s mediocre but it’s not bad. We get it. NaruSasu wasn’t the end game. It’s been 20 years, drop it.
Also if we’re using the same logic NaruSasu is as toxic as SasuSaku.
SatoSugu shippers are the new BakuDeku and NaruSasu shippers; Misogynistic and violently homophobic/transphobic (minus BakuDeku shippers for this one)
Many Sakura fans on tiktok in 2020 were extremely racist. They still are.
JJK girls, and especially Gojo girlies on tumblr are the second most irritating set of people ever, first are the dudebros. You mass report non Gojo fics and you harrass any non JJK writer on here. We know it's you don't hide.
Chainsaw man is actually good. It just has a lot of female characters in comparsion to male characters so you guys don’t really care. Tatsuki Fujimoto is for the cringe fail girls.
You people can excuse Hisoka and Naoya but start barking when someone mentions Makima or Meimei. If you’re gonna holla, bark at all of them or shut up.
We need more Yuri in the anime community. Idc about Yaoi anymore tumblr.
People who write for the following should get a nice sloppy toppy or a nice hot meal: Nanami Kento, Kusabe Atsuya, Choso Kamo, Higuruma Hiromi any and all one piece men, Naohya and Souya Kawata, Shion Madarame etc.
Anyone who does this kind of post:
“He kisses you and cums” or nsfw link
toji, mikey, GOJO SATORU, GETOU SUGURU, adventurine, beelzeebub, simon ghost riley, nanami kento, whitney the bully, remus lupin, childe, MIGUEL O’HARA, cillian murphey, shuji hanma, ujishima, tendou, osamu, isagi, oliver aiku + more
Is lazy asf and should not be rewarded for bad behaviour. Stop clogging the tags. These are so lazy without any effort or thought put into them.
If you don’t reblog fics, especially as a fanfic writer and you ask “where are all the fluff fics” you deserve any hate you get and you should be blocked.
I’m tired. I’ll continue next week.
*edited a few things.
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Ableism in the Pricing of Higher Education
I have one more semester of college left, god permitting. Because of the ways my disabilities (ADHD, Autism, and Bipolar Disorder) impede my learning and my productivity, I have had to work so hard to get even mediocre results in college. And I've had to take on so much more debt. Despite it all, I'm going to make it through, and I'm damn PROUD of it. But let's talk about it, because this system is fucking broken and I'm fucking angry about it.
This gets pretty long after the cut, so TL;DR:
Universal public college tuition and student loan debt forgiveness are not just economic issues. They are disability issues, and we need to fight for them like it.
The pricing scheme at my university functions probably not unlike most higher education institutions. Any student who takes three or fewer courses a semester pays à la carte. A set amount for each class. Any student who takes four or more courses a semester pays the same flat rate. The more courses you take, the farther your money goes.
This is broken and it's insane that this is the standard. Of the eight semesters I've completed, I only tried taking the "standard" five courses twice. Both times, I had to withdraw from at least one of them because the workload was too heavy. My brain just isn't wired in a way that can handle that much work and mental bandwidth. My attention span only goes so far, and it gets even worse if my meds aren't just right.
So every other semester, I've taken four courses. The minimum to be considered a full-time student and to pay the flat rate. Each semester, I've raked in a maximum of 12 credits. I say maximum because there have even been four-course semesters that I've had to withdraw from one just to pass the other three. Meanwhile, the assumption is that neurotypical people take five courses a semester.
My university, like pretty much every one in the US, requires 120 credits to graduate with a Bachelor's degree. At 3 credits per course (generally), that's 40 courses. A neurotypical person taking 5 each semester can graduate in 8 semesters, or 4 years. At that same pace, that sets someone like me at graduating in 5 years. Now I'm an laden with an extra year's worth of debt compared to them.
That all assumes I pass all my classes every time, which sometimes, I just fucking can't because my brain is crosswired for what they want it to do. I'm hopefully going to manage to graduate in 9 semesters. How? Well I went into college with 15 credits from dual enrollment in high school (that we paid for out of pocket). That gave me the wiggle room to only take 4 courses each semester. But with my performance, there are still gaps.
I've needed to take two summer courses, which each cost me about $1,300. I'm currently earning 3 credits doing study abroad, which I do admit is an expensive way of going about getting credits, but the program alone (without airfare and living expenses) was about $5,000. Without these "extra" credits, I wouldn't nearly be able to graduate when I will be.
All the while, some neurotypical people are out here taking five or even six classes and paying the exact same rate that I am. They're graduating earlier and not going into as much debt, what, because they happen to have the brains that this pricing scheme favors?
This isn't even considering jobs. Other students are able to balance having a job and taking a full course load. Graduating faster, paying less, and actively earning money to offset the cost more. I'm not going to pretend it's easy for all of them. No way. That's a stressful way to live, but the point is that they can live that way. I can't. I just can't.
I'm going to name my privilege because it's a big one here. My family is decently wealthy. As long as I can remember, we've been able to live comfortably. Financial aid agreed, apparently, because even after the loans I'm allowed, we still pay about $9,000 out of pocket every semester. Put that up against someone in my same financial situation but with a brain that works the way the college thinks it should. That's another $18,000 my family is on the hook for compared to them, all for the same degree. It's bullshit.
But if someone with a brain like mine isn't as fortunate financially as I am, where the fuck are they gonna get that extra money? My family paid for my summer courses and study abroad out of pocket. Where is that less privileged student getting that fucking money? A job? Yeah right, they can barely stay off academic probation from poor grades, like me. What part of this is fair? It's not fair to me, and it's certainly not fair to anyone less wealthy than me.
The short term solution is so obvious it hurts. Create a separate pricing plan that costs the same, but just takes longer. Have me pay less per semester than someone taking 5 courses, and in exchange, prohibit me from taking more than 4. They are using more resources than me, so in the capitalist mindset, they ought to pay more than me.
Fuck the capitalist mindset, though. Fuck everything about college costing money. What the hell? I go to a public, state-funded university and I'm still tens of thousands of dollars in debt? And my parents have just that much less money in their retirement accounts? Financially at least, I have it fucking easy. My family can tank the costs. We can take out a home equity loan because we can afford our own house in this economy. Not everyone can.
Fuck it. This is inhumane. Education is a society's greatest asset. When people are allowed to achieve their ambitions and succeed in life, the economy performs better. Standards of living go up. Democracies become healthier. Most importantly, the people are happier. Because what's more important than being happy and healthy?
So when education is locked behind a fucking paywall, who wins? Not the students, and not society. Taking financial privilege out of it, the worst losers are people like me. People whose minds just can't work in a way that lets us take 5 courses and a part time job at the same time. We are fucking losing. We are losing money and we are losing time in our lives. All this debt sets back our savings, our investments, our stability to start our own families.
Universal public college tuition and student loan debt forgiveness are not just economic issues. They are disability issues. People like me are paying a price that neurotypical people don't have to, and it doesn't have to be that way. There are ways that we can make it better for us, and there are ways that we can make it better for everyone. So let's fucking do them, alright?
That means voting for the people that will put those policies in place. That means protesting when they don't. That means walking out of class and protesting ableist school administrations. That means being an active citizen in our democracy. If we need to fight to get the things that we need to thrive, then we are gonna have to give one hell of a fight.
#(ableism) tw#higher education#disability pride month#ableism#adhd#autism#mental health#disability pride#No zelda today guys#got angry and needed to vent
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Hey! I'm curious, pls indulge me: which book or fic that you've read in 2023 has made the most impression and why? x
Hi friend 💐
Okay, I have something rather embarrassing to admit: I have been terrible at reading this year.
I don't know what it is. I keep telling myself it's because I have so many writing projects on the go, one after the other (I'm just about to embark on another big one), but that never really stopped me reading in the past, so, I'm not sure this is a viable excuse.
My attention span is really bad at the moment. That's another thing. I've started books, wonderful books (In Memoriam, A Marvellous Light), but somehow I've got distracted along the way and when that happens, I find it really difficult to pick things back up again, no matter how wonderfully they had me in their grasp before I did the Bad Thing of dropping them for something else.
I hear all the time that as a writer I should read, read, read, and never stop reading, and part of me wonders if that lack of reading has reflected in some of the roadblocks in my own writing process. I'm not sure. According to ao3 I've written 163k words this year so far, and that's not counting any fest work that's yet to be revealed or WIPs in my folders, but I have to say, even though that's a lot of words, not every one has flowed from me easily. I've been constantly asking myself this year if I'm finally starting to run out of ideas (this is probably my biggest fear!), if I'm as mediocre as I tell myself I am when I'm at my lowest/most annoying 😅
I can think of one fic that really stopped me in my tracks this year, though.
@sweet-s0rr0w's entry for Dronarryfest, Silhouttes. Sweet really has this way of writing that draws a reader in from the first line and keeps you in the work's grasp until the very last word. It's an exploration of grief and loneliness and sharing and caretaking, and it also includes one of the most beautiful portraits of the Burrow I've ever read. It also features a Ron I love very much: blunt, gruff, confrontational, possessive, but ultimately loyal and kind and caring. Sweet is also great at incorporating dark British humour and subtle references that make me feel really at home whenever I'm reading her works. So this fic has become a little bit of a comfort read for me, in a sea of me feeling confused and lost over not being able to focus and feeling a bit disconnected from a number of things.
Anyway, this turned out way longer and more navel-gazy than I ever wanted it to turn out, so... I'm very sorry about that! x
#reading#writing#anyone else feel this way sometimes?#I feel like I'm not contributing enough when I think about it#I used to read and rec a lot during my first year or two of fandom#part of me does feel like I've let that side down#drarry#dronarry#fic rec#dronarry rec#drarry rec#dron rec#ronarry rec
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i definitely agree with your post, but as a preschool teacher i wouldn’t say kids don’t have interests anymore!! kids are absolutely still passionate about things and want to talk and learn about their interests, but the sad thing is that a lot of these kids only get to truly explore this at school, because at home they just get stuck in front of a screen instead of doing anything actually engaging. and this definitely has effects on their attention span and mood at school, but they’re still generally very capable and excited to learn + socialize with the other kids. what i’m saying i guess is that this generation of kiddos is definitely losing a whole lot at home by not being given these opportunities to engage with the world outside of instant entertainment, but also with separation from screens and some encouragement they’re the same as any other kid has ever been. idk this is a bit ramble-y, but it’s definitely very sad to see when kids don’t get to do any actual learning at home, especially because this usually goes hand in hand with a lack of attention given to them by their parents, and definitely does have a lot of negative effects as you said.
Very good point! I definitely don’t think the next wave of kids is hopeless & nothing can be done. But I do think, just from what I’ve observed of how my little cousins and other children have been raised, that the encouragement you’re speaking of generally does not extend beyond school hours (which is a point you’ve made). Hell, it didn’t for me when I was a kid. And it will be even harder to rewire these kids when they’re pre-teens/teens, bc at that point they’ll be stuck in their ways & it will take hell to reprogram their focus & interests (which is actually something that happened to me).
As a young adult I’m finally taking the time to cleanse myself of the effects of growing up w the internet, but tbh it’s no thanks to the adults in my life. It’s mostly a realization I came to bc I was burned out from the ruthless cycle of dopamine being online gave me, as well as the problems it has caused in my life. Not everyone reaches this revelation. And if they do manage to juggle a life while being obsessed w their screens, then they live it out in mediocrity bc the withdrawal of being phoneless for a period of time are just too great.
The point is not that these kids are incapable of achieving a healthy lifestyle, but that it will be so much harder for them to reach it, just as it is for gen z. And the older end of gen z didn’t even get as engrossed in the digital world until middle school. We didn’t get the luxury of being born with a lifestyle that supports focus—we have to fight to cultivate it now. And it is so so hard to, on top of the pressure of everything else. So I just cannot imagine the hoops kids these days will have to jump through just to gain that focus that older generations were endowed with just by virtue of being born at a time where phones weren’t so accessible.
#if that makes sense!#but your view is also very optimistic and I do hope in the end we manage to figure out a way to facilitate a healthy lifestyle for them#i was j being hyperbolic when I said ‘pretty much fucked’ but yk what I mean.#ask
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The Midnight Kiss
Yes, I decided to put silly movie references in the chapters because this is who I was as a person when I rage-brainstormed 15k of pure chaos in a doc where I now suffer trying to heave coherent chapters from 🙃🙂🤪😵💫 warning to my future self: stick to oneshots your dumb b-
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Part 3: She’s thirty, she’s flirty, she’s thriving
“Coffee orders, everyone!” Miguel cheerfully announced. He slid the conference room glass door to the side, balancing drink-carriers in both hands, a particular orange and pink drink standing out from amongst the steaming and cold coffee brews. "E tu juguito."
"Oh Miguel, you are my angel!" Elain thanked him receiving her juice, orange and strawberry dancing in her tongue as she took a long sip.
“Nah. Tu que eres la angelita, Elain.”
“Is that something naughty?” she wiggled her brows at the curly-haired and green-eyed Assistant Editor, his face relaxed and his smile casual.
“You bet,” he winking at her. Then he turned to Azriel, extending him an iced americano. “Here you go, boss man.”
Azriel mumbled “later”, signaling for him to leave the coffee there, focused in revising the documents he held.
Elain planted an elbow at the table, her chin in her hand and sipped her drink, focused in watching her boss from under her lashes. He flipped a page, long fingers with clean and trimmed fingernails – no sights of that ridiculous long-nail-in-the-pinky thing some man liked to do, thank you very much – catching her attention. His hands were big and bronzed, thick vein pumping up as he flipped another page. She knew from experience the were able span the size of her face.
Elain swallowed a big gulp, continuing her inspection, eyes following up to his wrists, the navy button-up perfectly cuffed around it by elegant sapphire squared cufflinks. She went on from the sleeves to his large shoulders, his collar perfectly buttoned, the nice navy material stretching from his chest to his stomach. She wondered what was the situation there. Did he keep a smooth chest as he did his face? Did he had those perfectly carved abs like underwear models? Elain knew Cassian did, his perfectly shaped abdomen ending a sinful V that made her mouth water. She thanked the gram for blessing her eyes with pictures of his vacation to the Maldives.
There she goes again, thinking about his gorgeous brother, thinking about Cassian. Damn it. She warned Azriel this would happen. Did he listened to her? No! He only pleaded his case with renewed strength.
"You're his brother." She hushed astonished. "Wouldn't it be weird?"
"Only if we make weird."
"I can't simply stop thinking about him in the snap of my fingers."
"You think is easy for me to let her go? To make you this offer? I’m taking my shoot at our mutual obsession. It will be easier for us to understand each other since we are going through the same shit."
Elain cocked her head slightly, comparing the men. Azriel was a tad shorter than Cassian, leaner too, nowhere near the lumberjack trapped in the deep wildness thing that his brother had going on, still, he was fit and muscular, his clothes shaping his perfect figure, the grey slacks hugging his behind in a way that wasn’t forbidden but was starting to feel like it. Her hand landed on the soft pouch hidden beneath a pair of high-waisted jeans, her conscience grilling at her for comparing their bodies when hers had not seen the inside of a gym in forever.
Hypocrite.
So what? She was a visual person. Elain admitted that Cassian was an anomaly in the biotype she usually went for. To her sister's dismay, Elain wasn't a physical activity enthusiast anymore, her physiotherapy days had sucked the joy out of that. Now she dated man who like to laze around on the weekends. Her last two boyfriends were homebodies, more on the skinny, short and mediocre side of the scale - they even had mediocre personality, yikes.
Azriel did not fit in her nerd quota either... At least he didn’t ressembled a bodybuilder as his brother did. No, Azriel kept his body fit without his muscles threatening to rip his clothes off at any second. The man was beautiful without trying, regal, etheral. She blamed his face. There was something about that face, a symmetry that was hard to come across, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of hazel that appeared almost green at times, making her hands itch to snap some photos of him. His lips were pretty too, plump and kissable.
Her teeth sunk in the straw a little harder than necessary as she remebered just how kissable they were, Elain asking herself why she hadn’t noticed his beauty before, and what she should do now that she had.
As if he could feel the racy direction her thoughts were going, Azriel side-eyed her.
“No coffee?”
Elain wondered if he noticed how his voice had changed around her, the usual snap of irritation on the back on his throat replaced by casualty, familiarity. A white flag, she supossed. As a result, her fighting instinct was triggering lees around him.
“I’m naturally energetic. You don’t want to see this fueled with caffeine.” She gestured to herself, Nuala, who was passing behind her, promptly agreeing. “No one does.”
Elain stretched her leg to trip her. Ignoring her, Nuala stopped beside Azriel, at the head of the table, taking a deep breath to announce,
“Ms. Gio latest collection is here. I told the guys to store it on the usual storage.”
“Good.”
“But we have a small problem.”
“What?”
“She will not send the jacket.”
Azriel’s hand paused mid-flip, the rest of the team stopping their idle conversation to look at their manager. The jacket was supposed to be the flagship piece of next month issue, the most import item ever created, according to Gio, who would not shut up about how revolutionary she was. Finishing her drink, Elain put her cup on the empty holder.
“Did you tell her we are photographing the entire collection on Friday?”
“Yes.”
"That I need everything here?"
"Yes."
"That I have no other day to spare for the shooting?"
"Yes."
“What did she say?” Edgy, Nuala changed her stance from one foot to the other “Words Nuala, I want her exact words.” He pressed, her friend clearing her throat to her best Bela Gio impression.
“She said, “This is my most import collection in a decade! You really think I’ll delivery my killer piece in the hands of a staff? Child, if this one leaks, I’ll drown you people in so many lawsuits your next three generations will still be paying me instalments. The jacket will be there in time for the shooting, not before, not after.” then her assistant took over, giving me the same hour-long instructions about how to keep the clothes stored.”
Azriel ran a hand over his hair, ruining his perfect side part, as he usually did when stress threaten to best him. Oh boy. It was brewing now, the big sermon the team would have to hear because of something that was out of their control. He blew an exasperated breath and Nuala’s shoulders hunched a little.
"I'm sorry." She said in advance.
Azriel ignored her for a moment, signing the last document, his assistant efficiently collecting the neat pile of documents in front of him, and scurrying away from the room. She knew better than anyone when his tantrums were about to come.
“I don’t like delays, Nuala.” He gritted his teeth.
“I know.”
“...”
“...”
“Get me Rachel. Tell her I’ll need an addition of six girls in standby.”
Surprised, Nuala reached for her tablet. "Any particular spec in mind?” She wanted to give him no reason to lash out.
“No one taller than 5’5. No bleached blondes. No tattoos.”
“On it.” She returned to her chair, at Elain's left, already emailing Rachel, their usual booker.
Azriel messed hair, stressed. Bela Gio was a Diva with capital D and a short girl complex, who detested tattooed tall blonde girls since her husband left her for one. The last time she delivered a piece last minute, his model received a dress with sleeves that ended halfway on her forearms. Needles the say Gio annoyed him immensely, being one of the reasons why he hated last minute planning. When she was involved, the odds were against him.
Azriel sipped his coffee, cursing the watered down brew. His ice was completely melted. He pushed it aside, sharing an inconspicuous look with Elain, who quietly clapped her hands without making a sound, complimenting him for not blowing up. Azriel didn't feel accomplished. For a second there, he almost lost it.
“This won’t work.” Elain shook her head vehemently, golden-brown strands begining to curl where they stayed in contact with the nervous perspiration in the back of her neck.
“Why not?”
“I can’t date an overly explosive asshole.”
Azriel rolled his eyes. “I’m not overly explosive.”
Elain made an ugly snorty sound. “Please, you can’t go a day without yelling your heart out.”
“It’s not my fault people are constantly stressing me.”
“See?”
“Fine. Let’s say I yell less,”
“You can’t.” She interrupted.
“I can.”
“You can’t.”
“I can.”
“You can't. I bet,” she fished a wrinkled note from her back pocket, “five bucks you can’t.”
He slapped her hand away.
“Gambling is a terrible habit. I’ll prove to you that I can tone down, and when I do that, you’ll say yes to me. Deal?”
“…I’ll think about it.”
“Since there's no point in discussing with Gio, I'll consider February done. Any addendums?" He asked no one in particular, heads shaking negativity in both sides of the table. "Good."
Azriel liked to be ahead of the schedule. The January issue had come out on the 5th, exactly fifteen days ago, and the February issue was nearly done, the only thing left to do being Gio’s photoshoot. Now he wanted to get starting on the following month, before Briar and Wendy headed for maternity leave and the team shortened.
“Let's proceed with March issue. Nor the main interview, nor the cover are defined yet, so if you have any suggestions that you want to get out of your chest, the time is now."
Three chairs down to his right, Miguel lifted his hand. Azriel gave him the word.
“Vera Wang is celebrating thirty years as a designer in March. She's cover material.
Elain made an excited noise.
“You like Vera Wang?” Miguel asked her, and Azriel couldn't hide his surprised.
He honestly had no idea Elain even knew who Vera Wang was. Having known her for more than a year, Azriel was no stranger to her fashion taste. Elain had a particular style which matched her whimsical self, her clothes a mix of colors, patterns and fabric that somehow ended up going well together. At work, she usually favored t-shirts, paired with jeans or overalls. Sometimes she’d put a gypsy skirt or maxi dresses. For her feet, the choice laid in flats, sandals, sneakers and occasionally docs - avoiding heels since she busted her knee in her teens. None of the items she wore were designed.
“No idea who that is, but thirty is a good number, don’t you think?” She twirled her pen in the air, pointing at Azriel. “She’s thirty, she’s flirty, she’s thriving.”
Azriel stared at her as if she had grown a second head.
“Thirty, flirty and thriving," she tried again.
Silence.
"You don't know that?"
Annoyed silence.
"Jenna Rinks catch phrase!"
Utterly annoyed silence.
"Really?!"
Nothing. Absolutely nothing on that face, on his posture. She saw no recognition going on for him.
Azriel only said coldly,
“Elain.”
All the eyes in the room subtly turned to him. They had only heard him calling her Archeron during office hours.
“Yes?” she said sweetly.
“Shut up.”
Beside her, Nuala snickered, well used to their blunt back and forth. Azriel would tell Elain to shut up at least 15 times a day. Elain, on the other hand, would front him for being explosive at least 20. Sometimes she’d fear for her friend’s job, but no one took pictures as lively as hers, and Azriel seemed to have noticed that as well. Although, judging by her sister’s party, Elain’s photos were not the only thing he was interested in. Nuala pretended not to see the two of them disappearing upstairs after their midnight kiss, but if Elain kept mummy any longer, she'd forget all about respecting her time and privacy.
Azriel gesture for Miguel to continue.
“We could do a pictorial of Mrs. Wang, interview her about her top 3 three collection; one for each decade of her work.”
On his left, Briar raised her hand. “Bluebonnets will be blooming soon. We could take her photos there. Mrs. Wang has favored blue many times in the last decade.”
“Flowers?” Azriel asked.
By the distaste in his voice, he wasn't happy about it. Briar lost her confidence, stammering,
“It will be spring by them, and,”
“Flowers. For spring?” he repeated with sarcasm, that particular tone he used to call someone stupid, without calling them stupid, coming through. “Flowers for spring." A single disdainful handclap. "Groundbreaking Briar, simply groundbreaking. We’ll certainly surpass Vogue now.”
Briar grow red in the face, sinking in her chair.
Nuala spied Azriel slide his tablet towards Elain, an old article about Vera Wang’s first collection opened on it. He must have like the idea of interviewing her. She raised her hand.
“International Women's Day is in March,” she began carefully. “We could mix a complimentary section in her interview to escape te boring "congratulations", select a few ladies in the industry who were inspired to pursue career because of Mrs. Wang."
"Which criteria are you using to select them?"
"The Revelation Designer Award will be announcing the winner on February 1st, and two strong names being quoted for the winner were Wang’s assistants.”
“Where is the award this year?”
“New Orleans.”
Azriel scratched his chin, pensive. Elain pushed the tablet to him, he scribbled a few words on it, then returned it to her.
“You up for a trip?" He asked their photographer.
"Sure."
"I want pictures of the event and a portrait of the winner. You do Wang afterwards."
“I can do better than portraits,” Elain said confidently.
She tapped the screen, sharply scanning photo after photo of Wang’s first fashion show, quickly absorbing the theme she had going on. Black vs. white, good vs. evil
“The cover can be all about her, shining solo. In the interview we recreate her origin. I’m talking double pages, elements from page one slipping into page 2, memorable light and dark juxtaposition as she did in her first collection. Seduction with a hint of forbidden. Nuala said the girls were her assistants, right? If one of them wins, the theme constructs itself; a pupil coming out of her teacher’s dark shadow to glow in the light. Nothing disrespectful of course, I’ll portrait Wang’s students as the fruit of her passion.”
Nuala let out an excited squeal. “That sounds amazing, and you know what. I received a call from Jammela last week, they are interested in sponsoring in exchange for exposition to their lastest gold collection. The ladies can wear the jewelry. Gold, black and white being the edition's theme."
“I like how you think.” Elain smirked, already constructing a scenario in her mind.
“I like how you think.” Nuala smirked back.
They both turned to Azriel expectantly. Everyone in the team was encouraged to participate in the decision of articles, themes, sponsoring, ad and interviews for the magazine. The problem was, if Azriel didn’t like the suggestion he would make sure to enumerate the reasons of why he thought you were stupid, loud enough for everyone in the room to listen. He usually accomplished that by yelling.
"You don't like it?" His muteness was like an itchness impossible to scratch. "We can adapt the parts you don't like..."
“No. I like it.” And he really did. “I’ll assign a team with Miguel, Nuala and you. You two seem to be on the same page, so pin us a mood board to visualize the idea better, and you,” he pointed at Miguel. “Draft me the interview.”
"You got it, boss man."
Azriel glanced at his watch, the numbers 20:45 glowing back at him, their clocking-out hour long past. He postponed the other decisions for later, dismissing his overworked team.
Yawns and tired groans were shared as they existed the conference room. Back in the common area, the employers went on to turn off their computers, and gather their personal belongs before heading for the elevators, except for Elain, who Azriel signaled to wait for him.
He went straight to his assistant, giving her the last instructions before she faxed the documents, the girl doing her best to pretend not to be looking from him to the photographer curiously. Failing miserably.
Azriel grabbed his wallet and keys, meeting Elain outside the headquarters, their steps echoing on the empty hall all the way to the elevator.
“Your car done?” He asked casually.
“Nope,” she pressed the button. “The mechanic said the missing part is coming from Maine, so it will take a couple more days. Do you think he’s trying to rip me off?”
“Probably.”
“Damn it.”
The elevator stopped in their floor, Azriel and Elain sliding inside. She pressed the “G” for ground floor. He pressed the “P” for parking lot, and un-pressed her “G”, saying “I’ll drive you.”
"You don't have to,"
"I want to."
“...oh...thank you.”
The floors pinged on the panel on top of the doors, a nervous kind of tension filling the elevator as it went down.
35.
34.
33.
32.
Elain cleared her dry throat.
“What did you really think about Nuala’s idea?” Her friend had been ecstatic about her cover suggestion getting accepted. Elain hoped he was not leading them on, to replace the cover later on.
Azriel dived both hands in his pants pockets, perching his ass on the safety bar behind them. “It’s solid, yours a good addition to it. If you can pull it off.”
“You bet I can pull it off.” She scoffed crossing her arms over her cheat, mildly offended he was doubting her skills.
“Gambler,”
“Doubter.”
16.
15.
14.
13.
Unexpectedly, she jerked her head towards him.
“Are you gonna kiss me again or what?”
A soft rouge tinted Azriel’s cheek. Elain thought it was funny how he kissed and dragged her to a bathroom, making the most absurd proposition she had heard in her life, but blushed when she was the one being blunt.
“Does anything make you embarrassed?”
“Lots of things.”
“You hide well.”
“Thanks.”
Azriel straightened himself, chuckling. “You make me childish with this crazy train of thoughts of yours.”
“I’ve noticed. Liberating, isn't it?”
"To be childish?"
"To be freer."
Azriel didn’t answered. Instead, pulled her closer by the waist.
Elain timidly raised her hands to his shoulders, grabbing them this way and that. Every way she touched him seemed uncomfortable. Feeling him up in the spur of the moment was one thing, getting ready to be kissed was another. Sighing, she went on her tiptoes in attempt to equal their heights, settling for linking her wrists behind his neck, her heart beating a thousand miles per hour. Karma was bitch, she barely finished laughing at him for turning red, now she was the red one, and nervous as hell!
Azriel had promised to take her on a date after New Year. Elain knew exactly why he wanted to do that, knew his intentions weren't pure. He didn't want to take her on a date because he fell head over heels for her. He wanted to wine and dine her, to convince her she had no need for another man when he was right there, available and interested. His appeal was undeniable, and he was willing to let her use him to get over his brother, so Elain didn't feel like someone signing to a looser's deal.
To her disappointment, the date proved impossible to schedule with his January agenda insanely full. Elain had no idea her boss was such a busy man, but she refused to wait another day for this man to kiss her. The month was approaching its end, and since he kissed his way into her mind, she had fantasized about repeating the dose. The desire was strictly professional, of course, nothing but research to reach a conclusion. I need to know if we really have chemistry, she told herself. I can’t date a man I have zero chemistry with.
Nervous, Elain licked her lips, Azriel a breath away from her.
“Are you saying yes?” his heated whisper fanned her lips.
“I’m saying I want a kiss.”
“I’ll kiss you when you say yes.” His hands covered the width of lower back, Elain gasping when he brought her impossible closer, his thumb drawing iddle circles over her shirt. “I only kiss my girlfriend.”
6.
5.
4.
3.
How would she decide after the kiss when this man only wanted to kiss her after her decision? Damn him!
The elevator doors opened to a quiet parking lot at her back, Elain nodding shyly, lids fluttering shut.
"Words."
"Yes!" She half-snarled, annoyed with rigid way of getting her consent. Was it too much to ask him to swipe her of her feet unexpectedly as did for the first time?
She missed tipsy-and-oversharing-Azriel. This one could rot!
Azriel kissed her cheek, his nose sinking on her soft skin, inhaling her scent. He kissed the corner of her mouth, a hand venturing up to her neck, bending her. He kis–
"Lainy! My favorite photographer."
Brown eyes flew open in the speed of the light, feet dropping back to the floor, Elain bumping her forehead painfully against Azriel’s chin.
Cassian hissed at the same time as her, Elain furiously rubbing her forehead, stomping on Azriel's foot in her hurry to turn around. “You okay?” he sounded worried.
No, she wasn't okay. She was anything but okay! Someone, please, open a hole and bury her in the earth, now.
“Yeah… I’m fine.” My God. Nuala always joked that Azriel's jawline could "cut a bitch", and now Elain had first hand experience that she was right.
Cassian patted her hair.
“There, there. Good girl.”
Oh my, he called her a ‘good girl’. Elain went to theaven and back in a second, the hidden meaning of those two little words paired with his deep voice turning her legs to jelly. Her head pounded. Ignorant to her lustful gaze, Cassian settled his attention to his brother, a sneer forming on his lips.
"Azzy, I need a lift. I have a flat."
#elriel#elriel fanfic#elriel fanfiction#elain archeron#azriel#elain#azriel shadowsinger#elain acotar#elain x azriel#my writing#the midnight kiss#part 3#can you spot the acofas reference?#😂👌#still don't know if cassian really had a flat#or if he made it up#he wasn't even supossed to be there#but he creeped on me!#the plot thickens#🤭🤭🤭🤭#i like using repetition in my writing#the thing is#is very easy to become TOO repetitive#🥲🥲🥲🥲😂😂😂😂
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Pump it up! / Episode 2
Author: Chitose Umeda
Characters: Nazuna
"Oddly enough, I feel like I'm the one looking forward to "Idol Nito Nazuna's" pamphlet the most…♪"
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Season: Autumn
Location: Training Room
A few days later.
Nazuna: One, two, three, four...
(I decided to consult with Kuro-chin and Chiaki-chin and work on a training program that's likely to show results even in a short span of time.)
(It's been a few days of training, but I still don't feel any changes in my body or muscles...)
(Though, it does feel a bit easier compared to the first day.)
(They say there's strength in perseverance. I'll keep working hard for the "Feature Live".)
...? Just now, is there anyone at the door—
Nazuna: Huh, it's Anzu.
Ahaha, it's pretty rare to see you wearing a jersey inside the ES building ♪
Since you're dressed like that, did you come here to train too, Anzu?
...I see. You've been so busy lately that you've been unable to do your daily exercise routine, so you came to the training room today.
Me? I'm training for the "Feature Live". I'm in the middle of stretching.
Eh...? When you ask me why I'm training, it's kinda hard for me to answer...
We discussed this in the office, right? About the performance and fitness.
After the meeting, I told everyone in Ra*bits that I was gonna do the "Feature Live"...
They're so happy and looking forward to it, they're even more excited about the show than I am about being on stage.
For my juniors and fans who're looking forward to seeing me, I feel more determined about preparing for the show and delivering a perfect stage, erasing all uncertainties.
In the unlikely event that it turns out mediocre... Whether it's because I had a hiatus, or because I'll be standing on stage alone, none of it's an excuse.
I wanna gain strength, build my muscles, and give it my all. I wanna show everyone the best performance I can do.
That's why I'm training on my own accord.
...Though I mean, instead of just talking about being enthusiastic, I should be moving my body. Since we're here, let's talk about it while exercising together ♪
Nazuna: You're glad I told you how I felt?
Fufu. I'm happy that you're putting even more effort into it, but if you get too busy, you might miss your daily exercises again~♪
...While we're here, can I ask you a question about the pamphlet shoot?
During my chat with the Ra*bits members, Tomo-chin mentioned it, and it caught my attention.
As a member of a unit, it's not every day you get a pamphlet that only you are featured in.
I felt it was a precious opportunity, and I wanted to make the pamphlet as good as possible in my own way.
I think I'm a bit overzealous, but...
I wanted to ask you again what kind of pamphlet you want for the "Feature Live."
...Hm, hm. You want it to be full of "good moments" of idols, huh?
To showcase each idol at their best, you want to capture expressions and moments that aren't often seen on stage...
Ohh, so, when you were talking with Kuro-chin, that's why you thought it might be a good idea to take a picture of me doing muscle training!
It's true that I don't look like that on stage. For my fans, it might be a face they've never seen before.
No, you don't need to say, "I'm sorry I didn't explain myself well enough".
After all, I have to listen to what the producer is thinking~
If that's the case... I'd like it to be something a bit more stylish. Having photos of me in motion would definitely be a plus ♪
"What kind of pictures do you want, if any?" ...Hmm~
I dunno what kinda figure or expression is good for me. I'm not used to being photographed like Izumi-chin and Arashi-chin.
I'd like to come up with ideas for it, but they might not come to me right away. If I keep flexing like this, my mind could become more adaptable. I wonder if I'll be able to come up with something.
Hm? You say it's okay to convey the image of myself I want through the pamphlet and the live?
......
Anzu, once the training is over, there's something I'd like to ask you...
Location: Break Room
Nazuna: I initially just wanted to chat a bit, so I'm sorry for getting you involved in work.
But thanks to Anzu's suggestions for locations, I'm starting to have a clearer vision of what I want.
Turns out, there are plenty of great spots within reasonable driving distance from ES. No need to go too far...
Well, I didn't expect so many suitable places for shooting. I'm so amazed I'm practically lost in deciding where to go ♪
Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have taken over your computer.
Anzu, if you've got your drink, why not take a seat here?
After a good workout, let's take it easy... ♪
...Mm, what is it? You wanna know why I wanted to shoot outdoors?
Well~ How should I put it? When you said to me, "It's okay to convey the image of yourself you want through this live..."
I thought, "it'd be good to show that I'm an energetic idol!"
I've had a hiatus from my idol activities, so coming back, I wanted to say, "Look at me, singing and dancing with a smile!"
The people around me are probably more worried and concerned about me than I think.
That's why. I thought that some people might feel relieved if they saw me perform on stage by myself this time.
I planned to approach it as if I'm insisting, "I'm doing this as an idol!" with so much fun, brightness, happiness, and energy.
I wanted to show that kind of image in the pamphlet, so I requested to be photographed outdoors ♪
Running and frolicking in the fields while basking in the sunlight... I'm gonna show off my lively side...☆
And this way, I can also move my body... mentioning it seems like an afterthought, but what I told you just now are my feelings. How about it?
You chose me because you can capture my natural expressions?
I'm glad~ When Anzu gives her stamp of approval, it puts me at ease ♪
Nazuna: You'll be coming along to the shooting too, right? I'll move my body as if I'm playing to my heart's content, so I hope you'll snap lots of pictures.
I wonder what kind of expression of mine will be captured? Perhaps, the me on stage is slightly different after all.
Oddly enough, I feel like I'm the one looking forward to "Idol Nito Nazuna's" pamphlet the most...♪
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- The Romance of Affliction
It was a cold, dark winter evening. My best friend and I were having one of our frequent "get faded and listen to music" sessions. Those hang outs were always the highlight of my week. Crack a cold one, have some deep conversations, and crank some tunes. Lift off, baby. The vibes were good, but when it came time for me to commandeer the Auxiliary Cord SS, I admit I was a little sheepish.
"You got any new shit?"
"Well… sort of… you might not like it though"
"Fuck it dog, put that shit on. You know I'm pretty open minded"
I laughed.
"Alright, we'll see about that"
I think I might have put on "…and My Faded Reflection in Your Eyes", first, but my memory of that night is a little hazy. It doesn't matter though, because what happened next was a complete and enthusiastic unravelling of our former selves as we bonded over a new found mutual love of melodic metalcore. We had been friends for close to 10 years, but up until this point we had reserved our musical exchanges for mostly palatable cool guy bands who hid their emotional urgency under a veil of artful stoicism. Perhaps this was done out of shame, because wearing your heart on your sleeve is generally discouraged in the culture of adulthood. It felt like a risk to open up and share the side of me that still loves an arguably juvenile mode of expression, but the reward for doing so was unbridled joy and connection.
SeeYouSpaceCowboy said fuck shame, fuck stoicism, fuck acting cool. We're gonna scream, we're gonna sing, and we're gonna feel something. The Romance of Affliction is scenecore for the modern age, and it is completely unapologetic in being so. Taking cues from bands like Drop Dead Gorgeous, The Blood Brothers, Botch, and Underoath, SYSC created a special blend of sounds that is equal parts chaotic, violent, and sweet as sweet tea on a hot southern day. Sugar, spice, everything nice, and a metric fuck tonne of Chemical X. Excuse my language.
One of the first things to really draw me into this album was the vocals. This album has a major case of split personality disorder, and I mean that in the best way possible. Vocalist Connie Sgarbossa bounces between larynx shredding highs, lows, and sasscore yelps while guitarist Ethan Sgarbossa and bassist Taylor Allen also chime in with mid ranged roars and lovesick cleans. It's enough to induce a psychotic episode, or at the very least give listeners with ADHD enough variance in frequency and delivery to keep them stimulated. The vocal patterns are impressively synchronized, and you can tell that a lot of thought goes into this aspect of their music. It's something I wish more bands would take note of, but maybe that's just my addled attention span speaking. There are some pretty cool, albeit head turning features on this album as well. Shaolin G's rap verse on "Sharpen What You Can" in particular has been polarizing, but ends up being one of the more impactful and (frankly) punk rock moments on the album as he comes in with a strong message of self affirmation and being true to yourself in the face of adversity.
The instrumentals don't hold back either, and come well equipped with their own hyper aggressive inability to sit still. Razor sharp panic chords and time signature switch ups dance their way toward atmospheric passages before plummeting back down to earth with classic single note breakdowns. Almost every song comes packaged with a hookworm chorus or dreamy melodic bit to offer respite from the teeth clenching madness and draw you back in for repeated listens. A good hook is one that makes you really appreciate everything leading up to and preceding it, and thankfully the band delivers on this every time. SYSC doesn't just rely on a catchy chorus to sell a mediocre song. They aren't afraid to show their full hand of influences either, as they ambitiously swing between three or four different niche subgenres in rapid motion. It might sound like a recipe for disaster, but it comes across as more meticulous than random, and the result is a surprisingly smooth and cohesive experience. 13 songs and 40 minutes goes by with a flash, and not once do I feel like the band is testing my patience.
The Romance of Affliction is a time machine that will unlock forgotten pieces of your heart, but it's also a vessel of progression for a subgenre that not many are brave enough to claim in today's landscape of serious mature stoicism. SeeYouSpaceCowboy have managed to breathe fresh life into old tricks in a way that only the most studious of scene disciples could pull off, and I can't wait to see them continue to flourish and expand their palette of influences in the years to come.
#seeyouspacecowboy#the romance of affliction#pure noise records#metalcore#sasscore#screamo#mathcore#music
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bmw | sim jaeyun (edited and reposted)
summary: now that your brother's flying to california for college, a new guy takes over his spot to take you places. he's fine...but you don't exactly know what's going on inside his head whenever your eyes meet.
genre: fluff, smut, angst
pairing: chaebol!female!reader x chauffeur!jake
word count: 9511
warnings: y/n is taehyun's little sister, soobin's a double-dipper, slut-shaming, cursing, violence, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) mentions of alcohol, adopted jokes (let's blame jay for it lol)
"kahit anong puwesto, kung saan ka kuntento, yung titig ko diretso lang sa'yo habang binabayo."
You couldn’t tell whether today was a miracle, or a start of a long-term onslaught.
You can clearly remember the feeling of ChoI Soobin’s fingertips sliding down your arm seconds before you take a step out of the Korean barbecue place. His small smile, his stare, and the way your name rolls off of his mouth—these were just a few things you were able to pick up from thirty minutes ago. You weren’t into introverted and reserved people that much, but he was surely a different breed. He was sweet and sensible, anything you’d want in a man.
Now, you sit on the passenger seat of your Mercedes-Benz AG, with hands that are far from calm. You instinctively pick on the heavy fabric of your jeans, the scratching sound prominent in the small and silent space of the coupe car. The sound tickles your ears in a subtle manner, but the person beside you couldn’t really say the same.
Kang Taehyun drives your old, god-forsaken vehicle back home, eyes about to give out as he keeps his hands on the chipped leather of the steering wheel. He has no idea why he’s spending the worst days driving his little sister back and forth from whatever hellhole she’s been in when he can just work on another blueprint to impress your hedonistic mother.
The traffic lights blind you, so much that you couldn’t keep your eyes open for a good five seconds, so you resort to staring at the view through the glass pane of the car door. Taehyun notices this, and for the first time in years, calls you in an attempt to start a conversation.
“Was that man your tenth date already?” Taehyun says, voice almost resembling a mumble as his deft hand switches gears. “Looks kinda sketchy.”
“Fifth,” you correct, running a hand over your hair. You almost chortle at Taehyun's statement if it weren’t for the amount of meat you’ve eaten weighing you down and making you drowsy. “You haven’t even met him, why the assumption?”
“Does Kang Y/N find them unsolicited?” he jokes, corners of his lips curling up in disbelief. “FYI, I’m your big brother and I'm allowed to say things about your mediocre dates.”
For almost the whole duration of your teenage years, you couldn’t see yourself vying for what people called a “long-term relationship”. For you, a day in life is either books or booze, but never boys. boyfriends were either too chicken to exceed bare minimum, or too much of an asshole that their mothers question the nine months they’ve conceived their sons. At least, that’s what you’ve picked up from friends with failed flings.
It was your way to avoid getting involved in connections that were bound to end.
Life started to change when you and Taehyun turned nineteen. He was told to shy away from getting another girl laid, whereas you were encouraged by your mother to go get dick. Taehyun lived a pretty provocative but ironically steady life, given that he was older—and a male. it was a total opposite of yours—bland, silent, and almost stagnant.
“Tyun.” you whine, “Can you please shut up for once?”
he rolls his eyes at you. “I'm leaving for college tomorrow. are four hours too long for you?”
“My attention span is shit, you know that—”
“I said I'm leaving for college.” Taehyun echoes, this time firmly and laced with disinterest.
His statement promptly shuts you up, and immediately you feel uneasiness making its way all around you. What am I supposed to say? It wasn’t the best thing to hear at this time. Somehow, you forgot about the fact that you just bagged a successful date which was all pushed aside because of the news from your brother. So much for all those things.
It wasn’t like you were going to cry or be depressed because you wouldn’t see him for a year or so, but his absence was something you needed to get used to.
“Already?” you mumble, hitching a breath as you wait for his next words. you couldn’t look or take a glance at him, at a loss for words.
“You don’t seem too happy about it,” he mutters. He steps on the brake pedal as the lights turn red. in fears of colliding with the dashboard, you grip the handrail in reflex. “considering you bicker with me all the time.”
“Who the fuck would be happy with it?” you deadpan. To prove that you weren’t lying, you finally look him dead straight in the eyes. He responds with a slight chuckle, as if he’s saying ‘I know you love me, bitch’. “You’re one of the reasons I'm still sane.”
“Sane? You?” he shakes his head. “Not now, not ever.”
You throw a stray paper ball at him in defense. How dare he think of you so lowly!
“Fuck you.” you spit out, flipping him off after. his chuckles increase in volume as he watches your patience run thin. “If I wasn’t sane I could’ve been banned from fucking, you know.”
“Foul.” he hisses, stepping on the gas pedal, catching you off-guard and pulling you against your seat.
The whole ride with Taehyun was lighthearted, but still too boring for your liking. You had to listen to songs from his playlist that were totally out of your musical style as a way to “repay his service”. You weren’t really the R&B loving type of listener, but who were you to retaliate? Your big brother just did you a big favor.
You were so used to doing things alone—so much that your mother thought it was okay to leave you alone and let you learn things the hard way. For someone who’s the youngest in her family, you knew your way around stuff very well. it was as if you were an AI, a sponge that absorbs things easily and gets them straight in your head to process. This included driving by yourself… in a hand-me-down car.
You hated Taehyun's guts, but you couldn’t live without him, either.
“Are you sure you did not go over the speed limit or is it just my anxiety?” you ask out of the blue as the clicking sounds of unfastening seat belts slightly tickle your ears.
“Hop off.” Taehyun says rather curtly as he turns off the engine.
Your eyes shot wide open. “What?”
“I said hop off, we’re home.”
“You could’ve just worded it nicely, Tyun.” you roll your eyes at him, well aware that he was only playing around. He chortles. “Thanks for driving safely for once.”
“I always drive safely, what do you mean?” He raises a brow. For a person who lives recklessly, Taehyun has the patience of a saint when it comes to heavy traffic and slow drives. “Anyway, someone will come replace me soon, so don’t worry about going on trips alone.”
You blink. “Why does that sound like a bad idea?” new people. The thought alone scared you.
He chuckles. “What? You and I both know you can’t be left alone.”
A rush of anxiety makes its way in your chest as thoughts run in your head like an olympic marathon. You feel cold droplets of sweat slide down your forehead, which were unnoticeable in the dark as you peek at your reflection on the rear view mirror. Meanwhile, Taehyun, having known you for his whole life, is unsure whether to ignore your antics or continue the conversation. To him, you seem too dazed to even unfasten your seat belt, so he reaches his hand out and attempts to do so.
Suddenly, you slap his hand away, still deep in thought.
“Ow!” Taehyun winces. “What the fuck was that for?”
“You mean to tell me,” you mumble, drawing out a tired sigh from your badly chapped lips. “Someone’s gonna come take your place?”
“Yeah?”
“And this person will be my, quote-unquote, personal driver…”
“Uh-huh.”
“Will sit on the driver’s seat…”
“With you on the backseat, of course.”
“Kang Taehyun!” you grumble, finally unfastening your seat belt, yanking the bands off of your body in frustration. “Are you sure about this?”
You’ve never wanted to slap yourself so badly until now. How did it not cross my mind? You knew very well that your big brother doesn’t say or mean any bullshit when it comes to you or your mother, except when he’s drunk. You were pretty full of bullshit, but not in a bad way. Whatever nonsense you say actually makes sense, thanks to your innate (and threatening) ability of persuading people.
“Little sis,” he calls, catching you off-guard. He hasn’t used the endearment for long. It felt like both of you were five again. You inhale a deep breath and take a glance at him. “I trust you on this.”
You know very well that he does.
Taehyun gives you a reassuring look, and you couldn’t help but to let a laugh escape from your chest. Was Kang Taehyun getting sentimental in front of you? A part of you wanted to push the record button on your phone and film him as he spews a string of profanities and screams at you to stop laughing.
“Yeah, right, oppa.”
*
Five days have passed since Taehyun has flown to California to pursue his dreams, and you have never felt more left out in your whole entire life.
You could’ve been country-hopping, too, but your overly attached mother had taken control of your whereabouts that even Jeju meant you’d be a million miles away from her. She'd always say it’s because you were her only daughter and that you should be kept safe; little did she know that you were slowly getting out of your shell with Taehyun's help. You never really understood her logic.
Now you stand in front of your vanity mirror, running your eyes along the length of your flowy dress. A small bag hangs on your shoulder, which partly contains a good amount of self-defense tools—because Mama didn’t raise a weak bitch.
Today is a brunch date with soobin, which meant you had to tone down, get rid of the bling on your body as much as possible. Dressing simple was one of the things you weren’t a fan of as the daughter of a business tycoon. Why settle for the bare minimum when you can go all out, right?
“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?” Soobin says from the other line with bustling noises in the background. you assumed he got into the place earlier, judging by the jazz music playing. “The traffic’s kinda heavy, you know?”
“Soob, I'm fine.” you mutter, stifling the smile in your voice as you fix your hair. “Someone will drive me there. and besides, I assume you’ve already saved us a table.” you slide into your wedges. “Are you willing to give that up?”
“Aigoo, Y/N.” he chuckles in defeat. “You always know what to say.”
Did you? or was it just you mastering the art of avoiding to serve as an inconvenience?
“That's a relief.” you reply, strutting out of your room and pulling the door closed. your heels make a satisfying clicking sound against the marble flooring of your penthouse, to which you smugly smile as you walk. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered, Mr. Choi.”
“Hey, don’t do this while I'm in public!”
Soobin’s laugh rings in your ear as you spot a pitch black sedan car parked on your driveway, completely diverting your attention from him. You gasp slightly, marveling at how neat the vehicle looked and how it shone against the sunlight. You can tell it’s been maintained and taken care of well, judging by how the engine sounds and how clean the wheel rims were. you wouldn’t be so surprised if the driver tells you he brings it to the car wash every week.
Fascinated, your mouth hangs open, becoming more and more unaware of a brown-haired man stepping out of the car to walk at your doorstep.
Just as the wall blocks the car from your view, you snap out of your thoughts and switch your attention back to Soobin, who, by the way, has been constantly whining your name from the other line of the phone. You can hear the nervous tapping of his fingers against what sounded like a wooden table, and you immediately scramble out of the stairs and into the living room.
“Y/N? Sweetheart, are you still there?” Soobin asks, voice laced with worry. Sweetheart? You inwardly chortle. “I can hear you walking.”
You force out a chuckle. “Ah, yes, still here.” you take careful steps down the stairs, “Anyway, I gotta end this call. Driver’s here.”
“Alright. see you in a bit?”
“Yeah, see you.” you reply, immediately ending the call as the telltale sound of the revving engine fills your ears.
As much as you were excited to meet Soobin, a part of you worried about a lot of things so badly. What if I mess up? What if I eat messily in front of him? Would he call me a pig? A glutton? What if I say something too blunt that is something out of his liking? This wasn’t you.
Why were you suddenly becoming a worrywart?
You take a brief pause before finally walking to the doors of your penthouse, sucking in a deep breath as you try to compose yourself. On your finger hangs a bunch of keys chained together, dangling as you reach out to pull the big slab of wood inward. Quickly, you step out of the door, shallow breaths leaving your mouth as you lock each and every knob.
Somehow, the rows of locks embedded in your door gave you a sense of safety—something to accompany you, being alone in such a wide space. You can clearly remember how the door looked like when you bought the property—risky and empty. Guess who helped you with the extra locks? Taehyun did.
“Miss Y/N?” a voice from the driveway startles you, making you stop in your tracks. The voice was rich, velvety, and deep—one that was too attractive to ignore.
You slowly turn your head around to see a young man, presumably in his twenties, leaning against the hood of what turns out to be a BMW sedan car. Your eyebrows slightly raise at his choice of brand, finding it interesting that the car was a model you haven’t seen in exhibits. rich people would always say things such as “the owner is what makes his vehicle”, and you knew right now that they weren’t lying. Still, you’re unsure whether it was his car or a company-owned one. if it’s the latter, you wouldn’t believe it at all.
Clad in a three-piece suit and a long coat, he sports a small smile, pinkish lips slightly curved up. His posture was flattering, but far from arrogant. You can tell he’s the prim and proper type. However, one thing distracts you from all of those facts—his eyes.
They’re beautifully round, with black orbs dark as night. A slight glisten makes them sparkle in the sunlight, making them appear more of a warm brown. Was he eyeing you like a hawk? No. He’s barely doing anything, just making eye contact with you as a sign of respect. Don’t avoid his stare, Y/N. Don’t do it.
“Hello.” you manage to say as the man’s appearance catches you off guard. taking strides to the driveway, you return a smile to him, saying “I’m ready to go. I assume you already know me, mister. How do I address you?”
“Jake.” he says, the name rolling off his tongue smoothly. unexpectedly, he does look like a Jake. you nod. “Jake Sim. No need to call me mister, I'm just the same age as you and Tyun.”
you softly gasp at the mention of Taehyun’s name. However, you wouldn’t be so surprised if he was a part of Taehyun's friend circle. Your brother chose good people as friends—ironically, people who are also equally evil. Mostly composed of mama’s boys, rebels, and wannabe chaebols, his friends sort of became your greatest enemies. He'd ditch you for them.
The ride was comfortably silent, with soft lo-fI music filling your ears as the gentle hum of the engine calms you down. Jake would initiate small talk with you, asking stuff that wasn’t too personal. You asked him stuff back, which he wasn’t hesitant to answer. At times, he would ask about your relationship with Taehyun as siblings. Who were you to lie about the Kang Taehyun picking on you? It was like a session, except there weren’t nosey cameras and a bad talk show host. He'd pass as a good friend, except you didn’t know him very well yet.
After half an hour and a series of traffic complaints, Jake finally stops at the facade of the restaurant. He stifles a chuckle as he reads the signage on top of the establishment—"Hongdae Bar". Her date could’ve taken her to somewhere more decent than this crowded place, he thinks. He keeps his mouth shut, shakes his head and steals a glance at you scrambling out of your seat belt.
“Enjoy your date, Y/N.” Jake says with a reassuring smile. “Tyun will give you my number, call me when you need to be picked up. Shall I escort you in?”
“There's no need.” you shake your head, anxiety rising in your chest as you fix your hair in the rear view mirror. “I'm fine. Thanks for the ride, Jake!”
He chuckles, pressing a button to open one of the backseat doors. You step out of the car as he watches in silence, letting the warm, humid air hit your skin. Anticipation fills you with every step closer to the door. Soobin, here I come.
“no biggie. Tell Taehyun I said—”
Thud.
“hi…”
He shrugs and stops for a good minute, seeing you jog to the restaurant happily. your dress flows perfectly with the wind it blows. She’s cute. He fixes his eyes back on the road, with his right hand finding the gear stick. He hated u-turning the most, especially in a crowded street packed with vehicles—bumper to bumper. He mutters a small “fuck” and starts steering the wheel in careful motions, staring back and forth between his side and rear view mirror.
However, as he was about to step on the gas pedal, the sound of screaming through his rolled down window stopped him from his tracks.
*
“Respectfully, are you out of your mind?“ You spit out, palm resting on your cheek as the stinging feeling stains it red. As much as you wanted to express your frustration toward the sudden assault, you were more worried about your foundation smudging.
"Are you out of your mind?” the raging lady in front of you snarls, voice hoarse from all of her screaming. Rather than looking intimidating, she’s more funny to you—clenched jaws, hair all over the place, and with the posture of a sumo wrestler. Her fury is very obvious, and the last thing you wanted was to match her energy and embarrass yourself in a crowd.
What happened, really?
It was just you walking happily inside the resto, when suddenly, a hand grabbed your hair and an impromptu hair-pulling session started. Of course, you weren’t too much of a killjoy to stop her, so instead, you pulled out a bottle of pepper spray and used it to unlatch you from her. What confused you more was that Soobin knew this lady. He referred to her as “Lia"—a pretty name that definitely did not suit her. You assumed she was a female friend or a coworker, or none of those things.
Of all the things her parents would have named her, why “Lia”?
How petty of her. The scene she just caused leads you to your current situation—you standing face to face with two people holding the crazy lady by the arms. A security guard on the left and soobin on her right. You couldn’t understand why Soobin was acting all defensive and avoiding questions from you, but you had a problem to fix.
"Who are you to interfere with my life, you whore?” Lia seethes, trying to break free from the hold of two tall men in her arms. “Answer me!”
“Lia!” Soobin shouts, strengthening his grip on Lia's arms. “Keep your voice down, damn it.”
you defensively cross your arms and say, “Sis, I don’t even know you. what’s your deal?”
You lost count of how many times you’ve stopped yourself from calling her a Karen, because one, she’s not an entitled white woman, just an asian that’s more berserk; and two, she just isn’t deserving of any title at all. You didn’t know what it was with people loving to garner public attention in the worst ways possible.
“I'm pregnant!” she continues, and your frown intensifies. Soobin gasps, audible enough for you to hear. Why was he the first one to react? You shift your gaze from Lia to Soobin, whose face is now as pale as snow. You raise an eyebrow at him, letting him know that you wouldn’t take any bullshit from now on.
“You’re pregnant.” you echo, hiding your clenched fists that were itching to throw a punch at someone. Your breaths get more and more shallow as you try to piece all the information you were receiving altogether. “What does it have to do with me?”
“That man you’re having a date with,” Lia sighs, finally coming down from her plummeting rage. “he’s the father.”
Oh. You suck in a gasp, immediately feeling disappointed by what you had just heard. A part of you wanted to search for answers and missing clues, another part wanted to say ‘I should’ve known’ and move on. ChoI Soobin was a blind date, after all. Your progress with him went by so quickly that you were slowly letting your guard down and confiding in him. Moreover, you’ve just begun to realize that his mouth was filled with half arrogance, half bullshit.
You might just add today’s situation into your series of unfortunate events.
“Soobin?”
“Y/N… I can explain.” soobin stutters, eyes wide as they avoid your gaze. there was no way he could lie to you at this point. You fix your gaze back on Lia, hands on her small bump that you only noticed just now. She was indeed pregnant.
“You know what?” you mumble mindlessly, taking a step closer towards him, letting your heels click loudly against the floor. You can tell that he’s already chickened out, judging by how tight he held Lia's hand. “I've seen enough.”
You grab him by the chin and turn his head your way, making him face you. No matter how hard he averts his eyes, you keep following his stare like a hawk vying for its prey. What you do next shocks everyone—you knee him in the balls.
A satisfied chuckle leaves your mouth as soobin winces in pain. You stare at his agony, feeling no remorse, no guilt, no nothing. This catches everyone’s attention, and people start whispering among themselves. “You want attention? I'll give you attention.”
“And you,” you jab a finger at Lia. “You could’ve made sure your man wasn’t double-dipping. He was the one who was apparently 'single’ and rubbing his single life all over my face. And if anyone is a whore, it’s him and not me.”
With a forced grin, you step out of the restaurant, turning back to see soobin on the floor and lia with her brimming with tears. “You’re lucky to have a dick, ChoI Soobin. Use that wisely.”
On the other hand, Jake was impatiently waiting in the car, hearing the commotion from afar. To say he was shocked at how bluntly and brazenly you spoke was an understatement. Indeed, getting stood up by your date is bad, but getting lied to is hell on earth. He understood where you were coming from. It’d be rude for him to intervene when he barely knew you, so he keeps still.
Taehyun was right. Maybe you were a little bit hard to handle, but that doesn’t change the fact that he finds you cute and attractive.
This isn’t the first time he has seen you, but you have no idea about it. See, Taehyun would put up pictures of you and him on his instagram—on trips, at home, in uni, everything.
“I'm so sorry you had to hear that.” you say, shooting Jake an apologetic look.
“No, don’t apologize.” he reassures, taking a quick glance at you through the rear view mirror. It became a habit he has developed ever since he started driving. “You were on the right, Y/N.”
“Was I?” you ask, waiting for what he would say next. Curiosity has been killing you. “Was it right to kick a double-dipping man in the balls?”
“Oh, Y/N.” Jake chuckles. “That’s not even half of the punishment he deserves, trust me.”
The first thing he spots is your lips, the lower one tucked in as you nibble on it. As much as he wanted to stare at them for longer, he had a job to do. accidents are like mines that he needed to avoid, especially when he’s doing favors for a friend. After all, he sees trust as something of high value and essence. He can’t possibly mess up doing something he’s very skilled at just because of a passenger in his backseat, right? He knows he’s better than that.
He steals a glance at your lips again, marveling at how perfectly plump they are. they’re tinted a tinge of red with a sheer gloss reflecting against the sunlight. He realizes that he never really paid attention to them until now, and heck, how stunning you look as you run your tongue over them. Strangely, this has him thinking about how it would feel like to kiss—
“Green light.”
One could say he was a bit too distracted on your ride back home.
*
Time flew by so quickly, and it has been two months since Jake came into picture as your trusty chauffeur. You’ve gotten used to his presence almost every time you stepped inside his car, and he could pretty much stay the same. He'd get comfortable with you—cracking jokes and dropping some TMI’s you never expected to hear from him in the first place. you, meanwhile, would sometimes catch him staring at you whenever the lights turned red. Surprisingly, he didn’t creep you out at all. He was rather endearing.
Was it just you or was he getting more and more attractive every time you met? Maybe it was the way he wears his suits or the way he styles his hair. It could be his golden retriever aura that he’s picked up from being a dog dad, or as he’d rather call himself, a sexy wolf.
Blind dates? They traumatized you after the Soobin situation. Taehyun has encouraged you to delete all of your dating apps, which you unfortunately forgot to do as you were too busy juggling between school and social life… or maybe you weren’t just ready to let go of the satisfying feeling of someone taking interest in you.
And alas, just as you were starting to change your life for the better, your mother sets you up with a businessman’s son who goes by the name of Lee Heeseung. You were in no way to react violently in her authority.
“I need your help on this, Jake.” you say, cheek in between your teeth as you fidget with your fingers.
“Wait, me?” he says from the other hand, completely astonished. You can picture him with his eyebrows up to his forehead and his puppy eyes growing wide. “Did you try to ask your big brother about this?”
You dramatically sigh. “Tyun is probably too busy to cater to me right now.” Or maybe he’s just woken up. “I'm starting to think maybe he doesn’t love me anymore.”
“Aw, Y/N.” Jake mumbles, clicking his tongue after. “You've come to the right person.” Shuffling sounds follow. “Who's this guy?”
“The thing is…” you reply through your teeth, hesitantly. “I forgot his name.”
Jake chuckles in disbelief. “What? Are you kidding me right now?”
“Not a bit.” you shake your head, carefully putting on your lipstick as your eyes fix on the mirror. “I could've been laughing right now.”
“I'd like to hear you laugh one more time, doll.”
You raise your brows at the mention of the pet name, completely not expecting it from Jake. The word sends a faint shiver all over your body, especially down south where your thighs close together. Not to mention the way he made a harmless word sound so sensual. you shake it off, diverting your attention back to your makeup.
“Well, that was random.” you comment, trying to hide the fluster in your voice. “Anyways, we better get going now, shall we?”
“I'm at your door right now. get going, pretty lady.”
Little did you know that after this phone call, more misfortunes were to come your way.
Just a few minutes after Jake brought you to the museum, Heeseung's chosen date spot, you found out that the establishment was closed—for good. frustrated, you couldn’t help but to wonder how your date had no idea of this—maybe he just didn’t know what he was doing and planning in the first place. no plan b, no tricks up his sleeve, no nothing.
You tried your luck again, to Jake’s surprise. He wasn’t sure whether to tell Taehyun what you’ve been up to or just let your free spirit get to know the filthiest and the trashiest of men. Park Sunghoon was too awkward and too soft-spoken for you that you weren’t able to engage in a proper conversation with him. worse, he spilt red wine all over your dress. Was he a really graceful figure skater? You highly doubted that.
After two failed dates with two different men, you couldn’t help but to fill the car rides with your incessant ranting—a total opposite of what you and Jake would talk about everytime you would meet. As much as Jake didn’t understand why you would pick random guys you find on dating apps or rely on people your mom thought were “the best for you”, he didn’t want to pry.
“If all else fails, I suggest you pause on the dating shit.” Jake’s words were crystal clear in your head as you sit face to face with your third date for the month. he goes by Park Jongseong, but prefers to be called Jay. he dresses pretty simply for someone who’s filthy rich, and he possessed features any man would kill to have—the geometric jawline, the smoldering stare, and of course, a high rank in the socialite field.
However, you seem to forget all of it when he does something unexpectedly rude. Instead of talking about actual stuff socialites would discuss in the daily, he was indirectly smothering all of his wealth and riches all over your face, not even giving you a chance to open up a topic you’d like. it was always him, him, him. He made the whole date all about himself.
You could still handle all of his narcissism, but when he makes a comment about you being fatherless and “adopted”, tears unknowingly brim your eyes in both sadness and anger. The traumatic experience suddenly riles you up, and sends your mind into a frenzy.
Of course, this turns you the heck off, so you ditch him—not without splashing champagne all over his face.
Not bothering to look back, you grab your things, walk away, and let your tears fall down your cheeks. Soft sobs escape from your mouth as the harsh words replayed in your head. Why did he have to go there? He could’ve picked on your clothes, or your makeup—it would’ve hurt less.
On the other hand, Jake leans leisurely against the car, patiently waiting for you to come out. He wasn’t really expecting anything special, or good news in general.
However, his thoughts disappoint him once he hears the crescendo of sobs and the noisy clicking of heels. He immediately turns his head, tenses up at the sight of you crying helplessly. Sure, he’s seen some of your misfortunes, but this was the first time he’s actually seen you cry. He immediately jogs towards you, opening the backseat door. To his surprise, you mindlessly sit on the passenger seat, wanting this day to end so bad.
“Jake?” you call out, face furrowed in utter frustration as you lean against the passenger seat in defeat. Jake stares at you in bewilderment as you nonchalantly pull the car door closed, which was what he’s supposed to do. “Can I ask you something?”
“Can I ask you something first?” he asks back immediately, eyes fixed on the rear view mirror. He wasn’t used to not seeing you through it as you always sat in the backseat, maintaining a safe distance from him.
“Shoot,” you croak out, wiping your damp cheek with the back of your hand. “and make it quick.”
he chuckles. Where did Y/N’s sweet demeanor go? Normally, you’d just draw out a long sigh and talk to him as nicely as possible, trying to forget whatever misfortune has happened to your disastrous blind date encounters. He had no idea why you were a bawling mess, and he could only stare at your pained expression through the dimmest of lights. He wanted to do something, but he was trying his best to keep your relationship with him civil.
“Why are you seated beside me and not behind me?” Right. you were supposed to be on one side of the backseat, either striking up conversations on rare occasions or scrolling through instagram to further push your confidence six feet from the ground as you pass by girls who were “effortlessly beautiful”.
“Because opening and closing the door for me takes ages.” you answer, taking the handkerchief from Jake’s hand and dragging it all over your eyes. You bid your beautiful winged eyeliner farewell, as well as your smokey eyeshadow in the process, and you couldn’t care less about looking like someone who hasn’t slept in years.
“That’s it?”
He shakes his head, about to fasten his seat belt when your hand reaches out to stop him. The feeling of your gentle hand all over his wrist makes him feel uneasy, but he couldn’t budge. You nibble on the inside of your cheek, heartbeat speeding up as your stare fixes onto his lap, his crotch. Noticing this, he takes his free hand and unlatches it from his wrist, shaking off the unsolicited, sexual thoughts making their way in his head.
He clears his throat, not bothering to take a look at you another time as his seat belt clicks closed. “Y/N, we have to go—”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Shit.
She beat me to it. he holds in a gasp, eyes wavering as they scan your face. He wanted to know if you were for real, or if it was the alcohol that got into your nerves. You reeked of perfume and bourbon, the mixed scent filling the inside of the car. your eyes are pleading through disheveled bangs and clumpy mascara, and for him to not find them irresistible would be strange.
You had no idea what came out of your mouth; there was nothing you could do to take it back or either, apologize and tell Jake to pretend that he heard nothing. Not a word forms in your head, nor a muscle moves as he proceeds to scan your face. You were both rooted in your spots as fear and embarrassment arises.
“You what?” Jake asks, making himself sound clueless when in his head, your legs are splayed out along the backseat as he rams his cock in you. He proceeds to undress you with his eyes, thinking about what the skin under your dress would look like, how’d it feel under his touch.
He knew that what he felt towards you was kind of wrong. He was supposed to be someone professional and of high manners, but now, he just possesses none of those.
You squeeze your eyes shut, avoiding his stare in fears of mortifying yourself. “Just say no so I can move on.” Please say yes. you wanted to forget all the misadventure you’ve had for the past hour—how Park Jongseong completely turned you off while being a total jerk. You needed a good distraction, a hit of euphoria to somehow help with your self-worth—
“No.”
Your eyes shot open, Jake’s answer catching you off-guard. feeling your heart drop down to your stomach, you slowly inch your body away from him. It was something you expected him to say given the fact that he was a chauffeur hired by your mother—a professional driver, but why did it disappoint you? did you actually hope for him to fuck you? Absurd. You wanted to jump out of the car, run away, and never show your face to him again.
Y/N, you basic bitch. You’re a fucking idiot to assume all this.
you manage to utter out a “Ah, forget whatever you heard then.” despite your embarrassment. Was it worth it? No. Did you feel like you were going to cry? yes—as if you didn’t just waste a bucket of tears in frustration.
He nods, starts the engine, switches gears, and gets the car moving.
It was a silent ride, but the silence was far from relaxing as scenes from minutes ago played in your head. “regretting your life decisions” was one way to put it, but meeting Jake didn’t give you regrets at all. He was pretty decent for someone your age and has the textbook knowledge of a twenty-five year old (for an unknown reason), and boy, was he fine as fuck. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his slicked back hair, his array of neatly ironed suits, and the way he maneuvers the vehicle in choreographed motions.
He was something else.
After what felt like forever, the vehicle finally comes to a halt. Jake finally lets go of the sigh he’s held back for a while, and looks at you, waiting for your next move.
“Are we there yet?” you squint, rolling your window down to take a look at where the car stopped.
You find yourself looking at an empty space that’s dimly lit and secluded—a vacant lot. there wasn’t much to see except for a demolished convenience store and a blinking street light that was about to bust out.
“Where are we?” you mumble, hands instinctively gripping whatever you were holding onto. it was definitely a place you haven’t been to, but the last thing you’d want was to embarrass yourself further, so you struggle to hide the panic. “This isn’t home.”
A deep chuckle booms from behind you, and a pair of fingertips make their way around your ankle. you freeze. Your eyes slightly widen as you feel your heels gently being tugged off of you, letting your feet breathe from their confines.
It was then that you realized how you looked in Jake’s point of view—and how he smirked as he took in the view. you were bent over on the passenger seat, your ass stuck out in front of his face. You weren’t aware of your dress riding up and down your thighs as it gave him a peek of the wet patch in your silk panties, either.
“Sweetheart,” Jake calls, gently pulling you by the waist and back into the car. You sit back down, barefoot and still in an agitated state—too panicked that you weren’t able to register the pet name. “Did you really think I’d fuck you in that crappy restaurant parking lot?”
“Sim Jaeyun.” you squeak out as he unfastens his seat belt and inches closer to you. “You did not just—”
“And also,” he tilts your chin, making you look him in the eye. “how could I reject such a wonderful offer?”
“Jake, I thought you didn't—”
“Of course I wanted to fuck.” he giggles, loosening his tie. The action sends shivers all over your spine. Seeing his deft hand pull off his blazer in the process instinctively intensifies the wetness clinging to your folds and without him seeing it, you rub your thighs together as he eyes you with lust and need. “Just not somewhere I can’t have you all for myself.”
Speechless becomes an understatement as his hand makes its way along your thigh. you slightly jolt at the feeling of his palm on your cold skin. your mind has officially gone haywire. there was no point in taking back everything you have said.
“Backseat. Now.”
Without a word, you climb out of the passenger seat and slide in between the front seats, pushing yourself into the wide backseat of the vehicle. The spot had better ventilation than the dashboard, and the cold sent goosebumps all over your body. Meanwhile, Jake presses a button closing all of the heavily tinted windows, and steps out of the car with a painful hard-on.
You bunch your dress up around your hips, rubbing your clothed folds against the leather upholstery. You let out a desperate whimper, one that greets Jake as he steps in the seat beside you. He swore he felt his cock slightly twitch at the sound, masking his grunt with the sound of the car door thud.
His once slicked back hair now frames his face, and the first three buttons of his dress shirt are undone, giving you a peek of his defined chest muscles. You feast your eyes on the thickness of his neck; the angle of his jawline; his soft, beautifully plump lips; and his prominent clavicles.
“Come sit on my lap,” he says, voice dropping an octave, tapping on one spot of his thigh. “princess.”
His words intensify your need and urge to act up and go batshit crazy in his presence, but knowing how firm and serious he was with how he spoke, you couldn’t do much except to breathe unstable breaths and feel your thighs rub together as you scramble to sit on his lap. Your ass meets his muscular thighs, and you tense up at how they flex against your flesh.
“Are you sure you want me to carry on?” Jake asks, hands squeezing your clothed ass as he looks for signs of fear and agitation in your face. you give him a mischievous look—one that was too hot to resist. “I don't want you to regret any of this later.”
“I need you to carry on.” you reply, nuzzling your nose against his. you didn’t know how his lips tasted yet, or what it felt like against yours. But you knew they’d feel like heaven all along, thanks to you shushing him with your fingers the other day.
“Alright.” he smirks, yanking your dress downward to reveal your bare breasts with a slight bounce. “Now be a good girl and grind on me, yeah?”
Jake bucks his hips up, painfully slow for you to stay silent. You finally draw out a soft moan against his mouth as he mindlessly rubs his lips against yours. He then catches your lips in between his, locking them in a sloppy kiss as you rub yourself against his clothed cock. The way he moves his mouth against yours was something you never knew he could do, knowing his experience with women.
You instinctively deepen the kiss as his hands find your breasts. He rubs your already perked up nipples with rough thumbs, all while pushing you lower against his pants. A guttural whine comes out of you as your clit brushes against the smooth and damp fabric of your panties. His hands leave your breast and one of them pushes your panties aside, smothering your wetness all over your folds and clit.
“Ah, Jake, please!” you whine, unlatching your lips from his. You slightly jolt at how his fingers teasingly prod in your pussy, only to pull them out and use them to abuse your clit again. Your back arches against the driver’s seat, head meeting soft leather as he chuckles in triumph.
Who knew you were so easy to please? Jake has perceived you as someone who had opinions of an aristocrat and was very opinionated in nature. How are you like putty under his touch—pliable and weak—when you’re so rough and tough on the outside? This thought only strokes his ego more, instinctively making him push two fingers inside your wet pussy.
“Fuck,” he sighs over the sound of your whimpers, slowly moving his fingers inside you and finding your cervix.. “you’d be so ready to take my cock right here, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmm, yes.” you nod vigorously as your hand grips his arms. you can clearly feel how his muscles flex against your weak fingers, turning you on more. Your moans get louder inside the cramped vehicle as he stretches you so well. “Want your cock right now, Jake, please.”
“That’s a good girl.” he groans out, scrambling on his seat as he unbuttons and pulls his slacks’ zipper down. He wants you. He wants you so fucking bad. He grips your thigh with his free hand, rubbing himself against your clit. “Using her words so well.”
He retracts his fingers from your pussy, making you whine at the loss of contact. His cock twitches against his boxers again, loving the sounds that come from your mouth. He makes you look at him, and seductively drags his tongue along his fingers, wet with your arousal. You feel yourself dripping on his clothed cock.
“You look so fucking hot right now, do you know that?” Jake says, voice sultry and sensual as his lips run down your neck. You automatically move your head aside, giving him easier access to your already sensitive skin. “All for me.”
With that, he hastily unbuttons his dress shirt, throws it to the side as the other hand pulls his boxers down, letting his cock bounce against his stomach. You gulp, almost drooling at the sight of his length and girth. I have to take all of this? You hitch a breath as Jake senses your worry, feeling a gentle hand along your spine.
“Tell me if it hurts, baby.” he says, lining his tip in front of your entrance. “Don’t want you to regret all of this.”
Too fucked out to protest, you reply to him with a whimper as he rubs his tip all around your clit. Guiding you by the hips, he slides his cock little by little, and in a split second, he’s now fully inside of you.
A loud mewl escapes from your lips as he fills you up to the hilt. He chuckles, admiring how you look on top of him—legs splayed out and head hanging back, with your dress bunched up around your lips. You definitely looked better than you did in the pictures he would form in his head. It was the way your skin felt like silk against his fingers, the soft feeling of your breasts, and the way your cunt took him in so easily. It was like a wet dream come true.
After a few minutes of letting you adjust to his size, you finally roll your lips against his, with his hands on your ass, guiding your pace. Soft sighs leave Jake’s mouth as you run your fingers along his nipples, wanting to hear how good you make him feel. You whimper in satisfaction as he bucks his hips slowly against yours, hitting your most sensitive spot with the smallest of gestures.
“Jake… mmm, fuck, you’re so big.” you blurt out as his cock continues to make you go crazy. The compliment excites him, making him snap his hips against you once. The action alone elicits a moan from you, desperately holding onto the side handrails for support as he starts to pick up his pace. “Want to feel you. Harder.”
The word flips a switch in his head, and the next thing he knows is that he’s ramming himself inside you, lips finding your nipple as he spanks your ass cheeks. The lewd sounds coming out of your mouth only turns him on more, growing more and more desperate to make you cum.
“Is this your first time, baby?” he asks, pushing and pulling your hips down as your wetness coats his cock. “Shit, you take me in so well, baby. I can do this all night.”
“I'd let you do me all night—ah!” you scream out as his finger makes harsh circles against your clit.
“Still want to go on those trashy dates, huh?” he taunts, taking this as a chance to say the words he’s been longing to say. He snaps his hips against yours again. “Oh, how I wanted to tell you how much of an asshole they are.”
You gasp as he digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass, burying his cock deeper inside you. “Jake? what do you mean?”
“If I took you out on a date,” he pecks your swollen lips. “I'd treat you like royalty because that’s what you are… shit.”
His sudden confession catches you off-guard, but you were too focused on reaching your orgasm that you almost immediately forget it. Seeing this, Jake fucks you harder, not letting your cunt breathe as his chest swells with jealousy. It should’ve been him taking you out on dates, making you happy, and making moves on you. His kiss deepens, being so drunk in the thought of you begging for him to fuck you again.
“I like you, baby.” he groans out against your lips, hands running along your hair as he stares at your completely fucked-out expression. “I fucking like you a lot.”
He repeats it again and again, like a mantra. He wanted for it to get into your head, let you know all about how he feels towards you. You start to piece everything together—from the way he would steal stares at you, the way he’d smile so innocently at you, the way he’d call you pet names you’ve never heard before. A part of you wanted Jake to stop for you to be able to slap yourself for being stupid, but there’s no turning back—he’s already fucking you like a beast.
“You’re cumming, baby?” he asks, thrusts getting more rushed as he desperately feels around your body. "Can I cum inside you?”
“Fuck, yes, cum inside me.” you reply immediately, pushing your hips down to feel more of him inside you. It just feels like his cock was meant for your little cunt and you weren’t mad about him. You wanted more of him. “On the pill, Jake.”
With a few more snaps of his hips, you finally let your orgasm hit you like a truck. He draws out a long groan, feeling the warmth of your arousal all around his cock. He follows a few seconds after, ramming deeper in you as his release coats your pussy.
Moans of satisfaction and relief leave your mouths as you ride out your highs, slowly moving your hips against each other’s. You feel lighter and less anxious, completely not giving a fuck about how badly your makeup was smudged. He was too good to ignore. Jake, on the other hand, runs a hand over your body glistening with sweat, once again admiring your body. He pulls out his flaccid cock out of you and buries his head on the valley of your breasts, letting your scent fill his nose.
“I like you, too, Jake.” you pant, leaning forward to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. It feels like a weight has been pulled off of your chest, hearing Jake’s deep chuckle ring against your chest. “I'm sorry it took me so long to realize.”
He pulls you closer by the waist, closing the gap in between your bodies as you bask in the glow of your orgasms. You share a moment of silence together in the car, in the middle of God knows where, where no people would give a fuck about what you’re doing. He’s beyond happy to finally have you all for himself, without the uncertainty of you going on another failed blind date.
“Just stay with me, yeah?” he reassures, squeezing your hand in his as he pulls you into a hug. “Let's get to know each other better, take all the time we need.”
“Ooh, sentimental.” you giggle. “I like that.”
“Shut up, Y/N.” Jake rolls his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he was getting flustered. “I just fucked your brains out.”
“Fucked me so good, right?” you smirk, pressing a series of pecks on his lips. “Let's get out of here and discuss further business at home, hmm?”
He rolls his eyes back, delighted with the idea. “Oh, yeah? Are you letting me wet your bed, Y/N?”
“If you’re willing to wet my bed and fuck me again, that is.” you whisper, getting a hold of his cock and stroking it slowly.
*
It’s been over a month ever since you had your first sexual encounter with Jake, and ever since he’s confessed his feelings for you. He’s been visiting your house more often, which your mother eventually finds out. However, you begged her not to tell Taehyun; that way you can tell him the status between you and Jake yourself. it has also come to your knowledge that Jake wasn’t actually a chauffeur by a profession, but also a socialite’s son who turned out to be a family friend. Turns out, it was the only way he could get closer to you with Taehyun’s help.
Now, you drive alone to a bar that Jake has invited you to, wanting to celebrate his birthday especially with you. As much as you liked the peace of being alone in the car, you were too used to having Jake with you in it, which makes your trip more boring.
Meanwhile, Jake has already had a few drinks with friends, not getting himself too tipsy as he still wants to spend some alone time with you. He sits patiently on a bar stool, mindlessly staring at the array of drinks laid out in a vintage shelf behind where the bartender stands. Yes, he misses you and is already getting impatient. In other words, he’s in love.
“Jake!”
He turns his head to the telltale sound of his name being called, immediately spotting you in the crowd of people. He smirks at your outfit choice—leather dress, leather shoes, leather everything. He can see himself ripping it off of you tonight.
You jog towards him, tackling him in a back hug and playfully sniffing his neck. He pats the seat next to him, motioning you to take the space beside him.
He smiles at you, taking a small sip from his blue curaçao as you order yourself a drink. He doesn’t know why—he’s seen the beauty of your face for so many times now, yet the sight of you always takes his breath away. You were like an angel on earth; too beautiful to exist.
“Happy birthday, my boyfriend.”
Jake chokes on his drink at the mention of the word “boyfriend”. You chortle, offering him a glass of water to stop his coughing. as much as he’s not a fan of surprises, catching him off-guard somehow pleases you.
“I could’ve died, baby.” he jokes, playfully slapping your thigh. “Fuck, I love you, too.”
“So how do you feel now that you’re my boyfriend now, birthday boy?” you ask, squeezing his leather-clad shoulders.
“Definitely better,” he snickers, bending down to kiss your lips. “But I’m kinda scared of your brother finding this out, ya know.”
You chortle, shaking your head as you peck him back. “He can go fuck himself. Besides, I think he’s getting it on with a white girl in LA.”
“Good for him,” he shrugs. “He better not tear you away from me, Kang. You’re mine now.”
“I gotta tell you something, though.” you reply, downing a shot of your drink. “something really important.”
“I'm all ears.” he nods, leaning towards you to close the awkward space.
You lean closer as well, gently nibbling his ear before you whisper in it. “Open up your present and fuck me in the backseat.”
With that, he sweeps you off of his feet and carries you to the parking lot, just like how his five-year old self was excited to unwrap Christmas gifts. You share another moment with him in the same car he’s fucked you in for the first time, memories of you and him in his backseat making their way back to your head.
Had he not confessed, your car rides would’ve still been sad and bland.
a/n: i noticed that this was the most sought after among all my fics so i know i had to find and edit this! i can't leave y'all deprived while my ass is stuck writing the aegi series, can i? 👀 anyway, this was a birthday fic for him that i wrote in the middle of a migraine (it went through lots of editions this time heh)
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Welp, with The Flash coming out and it being like swan song to the DCEU, I couldn't help but take a look back at some of the other DC movies and i was like, "why not just rank them and with my stupid opinions!"
Aight so this is the part where I explain why, originally i considered making a post of each movie like how i did it with marvel movies and shows on Twitter at some point but decided not because I'm not a poignant person with the most creative writing nor could i often keep the same attention span for it for awhile so here is the best way to review em all in a few words or less.
Will be doing it in the order they were released in.
1. Man Of Steel
7.5/10.
I actually like this movie, it's definitely has non-stop action and i can't help but think maybe I just enjoy that because I have a peanut for a brain. It definitely tries to be more grounded to see how humanity would react to Superman existing our world. I do like Henry Cavill as Superman i just wish we got more scenes of him being more warmer and more scenes of him helping and saving people. I can definitely understand why others disagree and really dislike this one.
2. Batman V. Superman: Dawn Of Justice
3.5/10
This movie exists and is what set off panic triggers at Warner Bros. & Prettyyyyyyy much ruined the perception of Superman and Batman to a bunch of "certain" people. It crams in way too many storylines, tries to set up way too much, some miscasting, kills off superman in his like 2nd appearance, wonder woman got spoiled in the trailers and whatnot.
Ben Affleck as Batman was cool and the warehouse fight scene was cool. I'm sad that it was Dick Grayson the one who got killed.
The Ultimate Edition of this one is just a 6/10, while it does give more context and more scenes that I do like, it still has the same problems so no, it doesn't fix everything.
3. Suicide Squad
2/10
Nobody likes this movie, also nobody likes me.
I remember thinking that the comic con trailer was the coolest shit to ever exist. Then I saw the movie and remember feeling lied to and deceived.
Everything sucks, everything happens too much at the same time, characters barely feel like character at times, etc. Really deserving of that Oscar!!!!!!!
I did like Harley Quinn, Amanda Waller, and Captain Boomerang (even if he barely did anything)
4. Wonder Woman
8.5/10 Wonder Woman
Really love this movie, Wonder Woman is great, i love the characters, the chemistry, the action and her helping people.
It does stumble abit towards the end however but even then, it still felt like a great movie 👍
5. Justice League (2017)
5.5/10
This movie pretty much is the reason why the DCEU became a wild rabid animal that needed to be put down immediately.
Movie is just mediocre, humor is just "Not funny. Didn't laugh." , Action is lame, backstories are rushed, Flash is annoying, Aquaman is a dickhead for no reason, cyborg doesn't even get a backstory, they really take their time saving people, dumb Russian family subplot.
I liked the after credits scene of Superman and Flash racing. So while the movie is not extremely awful and not a bad waste of your time, it's also not a good waste of your time.
6. Aquaman
7.5/10
Really like Aquaman, love how cheesy it was, Black Manta was cool.
While i love the cheesiness in this movie, this movie does also get abit stupid at times but still a fun time where you can go off with, with a pal or smth.
7. Shazam!
8/10
I thought the movie was a fun time, nothing outrageous but nothing bad as well, just a movie i can have a good time watching.
8. Birds Of Prey
6.5/10
Cassandra Cain is not even Cassandra Cain and that still pisses me off to this day. Overall, it's definitely a Harley Quinn movie and NOT a Birds Of Prey movie. Black Mask was a cool villain. This movie felt like it was trying too hard to be like Deadpool ngl.
9. Wonder Woman 1984
4/10
It's like being asked out by someone you like so you get excited and say yes and later show up to the date all ready and stuff, only to find out it was a prank just to see if you were gullible enough to fall for it.
10. Zack Snyder's Justice League
6.5/10
Welp, i now wish the movie never got released so the people who are like #restorethesnyderverse never got the satisfaction and got to comfortable enough to become a bunch of crybabies believing they are the top of the world.
Movie is just okay, cool action, good characters for the most part but holy shit is it way too long with really unnecessary scenes. If you can't release a movie without making it 4 hours long thinking it'll make things more cohesive, well i got some news for ya pal.
Welp turns out i ran to a limit with the images so lemme make another post about it to keep sharing my thoughts on the DCEU Movies, ig this is a part 1 of 2 post.
But for now, what did you think of my thoughts? Do you agree or disagree to the point that you wanna break into my house to beat me up, kill me and burn my house to the ground.
Lmk what you think or want to hear more thoughts for me to specify.
Thanks for reading, losing your braincells along the way and have a nice day.
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