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love-dreams · 4 years

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thinkin’ about you

woozi/reader | predebut!au, idol!au, boyfriend!au | fluff, angst

synopsis: just another day in the studio for jihoon. except he now has the inspiration to create.

content: light cursing (use of the word “damn”), pre-debut! woozi/early debut!woozi, a weird time transition, very bittersweet memories, crying scenes, fluffy ending

wc: 2.6k

inspo: woozi in the recording studio, 《hello》by seventeen, 《247》by seventeen, 《empty》Paul Kim [here’s my playlist link]

It was evening. Or morning. Jihoon didn’t really know at this point after working consecutive days and nights at the studio without leaving.

Glancing sideways at his luminescent phone screen, Jihoon saw multiple text messages and a few missed phone calls. Reaching for it, he quickly dialed your number, waiting for the sound of your voice after the ringtone.

“Jihoon?”

He sighed in relief, carding his fingers through his messy locks. “Hey baby. I’m sorry for missing your calls. My phone was on silent.”

You don’t respond, instead Jihoon hears the sound of car horn in the background and the bustle of footsteps. “Baby? Where are you right now?”

Jihoon could hear your light heavy breathing and the phone being tossed around in the air before you quickly responded, “I’m on my way to the studio right now with food. I’ll call you back!”

“Wait, Y/N, stay safe-”

Click.

Jihoon let out a breath as he leaned back into his chair, exhaustion, followed by hunger, creeping into his body. Cracking his knuckles, he turned his attention back to the music program he was using to work on a new track, long fingers flying over the keyboard.

Today was a long day. Long and exhausting. No matter what he did today, Jihoon just couldn’t seem to get the right sound or feel that he was imagining in his head. Known for being a notorious workaholic, Jihoon often worked days on end in the studio, pumping out new tracks and mixtapes, like “a music factory,” you jokingly once called him.

Jihoon placed his headphones snug over his ears to try and focus, music flowing freely into his eardrums.

Just when he was about to get into his zone before he felt a hand on his shoulder, immediately jerking him back to reality. Jihoon looked up to see your flushed face holding up the slightly transparent, flimsy plastic bag. You were panting, heavy breaths coming from your chest.

“I got you takeout, sorry it took so long. There was traffic so I tried to run here on foot which was definitely not a good idea now that I think about it.”

Jihoon’s lips curled upward at your rambling, glad at the distraction you provided for him instead of work. He took the bag from you and set it down on the ground, peeking inside to see what you had brought him. Grabbing the multiple containers of takeout, he moved away from the desk to another table in the studio.

You turned, flopping onto the studio’s couch to take a cursory, quick look at your boyfriend.

At first glance, the first thing you noticed was that Jihoon’s hair was all over the place. Even under his cap, you could see the stray strands of hair floating around his face. His face was sullen, a sign that he hadn’t been eating very well, with slight dark circles under his eyes.

Feeling the weight of your stare, Jihoon turned around to face you, mumbling through a mouthful, “Thanks for the food.”

You grinned for a second before huffing, arms crossed exasperatedly, “Yeah, ‘cause you weren’t going to get some yourself now were you?”

Jihoon snorted, ignoring your comment and went back to eating. After a couple minutes, Jihoon had already scarfed down one container of take out and was back at trying to fine-tune his music track.

Stepping closer to Jihoon, you placed your hands on his shoulders, kneading softly while he ate. Resting your chin by his head, you lowly murmured, “What’s going on? You seem...stuck.”

Jihoon swallowed thickly, fingers pausing slightly on the keyboard. He leaned back into the mesh of his chair, trying to feel more of the magic from your fingers.

“I don’t know..I just can’t seem to find any inspiration. Nothing sounds right.”

You hummed, fingers digging slightly deeper, eliciting a soft groan from Jihoon. “Maybe you just need a break, Jihoon. Get some fresh air. You’ve been working nonstop in this studio. No wonder you don’t have any inspiration.”

Jihoon threw his head back and sighed, eyes shut as he ran his fingers through his hair again. “I can’t, Y/N...I really have to pull this for the members, for our future, y’know.”

You smiled bittersweetly, fingers halting their movements causing Jihoon opened his eyes to stare at your own.

“Y/N? Are you okay..”

Then, you pulled away from him, standing awkwardly by yourself away from the desk. “I know, Jihoon. I’ll do my best to support you too. And when you succeed, I promise I’ll be your biggest fan. I’ll always be here for you, even when I’m not. I promise that I love you.”

Jihoon smiled, slightly flustered at your sudden love confession, and stood up as well, chair squeaking at the absence of his weight. He wrapped his arms around you, warmth against warmth, trying to mark in the memory of your frame against his body.

“I know, and I love you too.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Jihoon looked up from his program, eyes widening at your sudden statement. “Y/N? What do you mean?”

You couldn’t look up at him, eyes staring straight down at the ground. “It means that I’m breaking up with you. I’m sorry, Jihoon.”

Jihoon couldn’t breathe for a second out of shock; his heart was trapped in his throat and he couldn’t bring himself to say something to you. Say something! his brain screamed at him, Make her stay. Just don’t let her go.

He swallowed and refused to reply.

“Are you not going to say anything?”

Jihoon stared at the empty take-out package in the studio trash can, just the other day you had said that you would always be there supporting him. “What more is there to say,” he mumbled.

You nodded shallowly, whispering out: “Goodbye, Jihoon,” then turned on your heel and left him alone in the quiet, dark studio.

Jihoon had never written so much music in his life. After you exited out the studio that day, Jihoon cried. Cried in the first time in years. He wrote song after song after song until every last memory he had with you was in music.

Y/N..you’re such a liar, Jihoon thought, you said you’d be there for me. Dammit, you said you love me.

Every raw emotion he had within him was pouring out of his heart into music. Jihoon couldn’t leave the studio because the inspiration was endless. Another trace of you in the dorms would have Jihoon back in the studio writing. No matter where he looked, where he went, Jihoon was reminded of you.

Sometimes music wasn’t enough. Sometimes Jihoon just wanted to feel the warmth and security of your arms around him. Sometimes he just wanted to see your face again.

Even when life got turbulent, you were there for him.

And now you weren’t.

“You’re writing even more amazing songs, Woozi, where’d you get the sudden burst of inspiration?” commented Bumzu one day.

Jihoon just stared at his teacher, surprise written all over his face. Inspiration... he thought. Bittersweetly, Jihoon remembered what you had told him that day:

“No wonder you have no inspiration.”

“Yeah,” Jihoon muttered brusquely, not bothering to give a coherent response to Bumzu’s question. After staring off at the computer screen, Jihoon finally stood up. “I’m going out,” he called before pulling his cap down lower to cover his face and walking out of the Pledis Entertainment building.

Stepping out into the sunlight, Jihoon stared at the empty street, stray cars littering the side of the road. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Jihoon walked a few steps and let out a long, held-in breath breathing in the cool, fresh air contrasting the studio’s. He sighed and squinted at the bright sunlight, the concrete sidewalk emulating a microwave.

Jihoon decided to go for a walk by the Han River. He hadn’t visited there since the two of you broke up, it was too painful for him to go there.

Looking at the river, Jihoon realized that nothing had changed. The river was still as beautiful as the day he met you here and there were still people enjoying its beauty.

Only Jihoon had changed.

Seeing the natural beauty of the river evoked another powerful emotion.

Guilt.

Jihoon guilted himself over and over again after you had left, wondering what he had done wrong. He always wanted to ask you, his own pride trapping him in the confines of the studio. Even in Jihoon’s turbulent life, you had been the stable thing that brought him back to reality every single damn time. The two of you were resilient against the tides of life.

And now you were gone and Jihoon didn’t even have the guts to ask why.

While strolling beside the river, he found a lonely bench on the side of the trail. Sitting on the hardwood bench, Jihoon sighed, maybe this walk wasn’t that good of an idea. Now he was cold, lonely, and miserable.

Drifting back into his own thoughts, Jihoon wondered what you were doing in the moment. Were you also thinking about him? He remembered that you would derive great pleasure in taking walks. Were you happy?

“Jihoon?”

Jihoon shot up at the sound of your voice, eyes searching frantically for your face.

“Hello..?” you waved your fingers in front of his face.

Startled, Jihoon stumbled backward toward the bench, clumsily falling down onto the hardwood. It was you.

You were bundled up in a coat and a scarf around your neck, cheeks a soft pink. Breathing out a white, puff of air, you gingerly greeted him once more, “You were just sitting by yourself so I wanted to say hello. We haven’t seen each other in awhile, how are you doing?”

Jihoon fumbled for an answer, his mouth unable to form coherent words. “I-I..I’m doing fine, I guess. And you?”

You smiled that bittersweet smile again, the same one in that studio that day. Turning your head sideways to look at the glimmering river, you drifted off, “I’m not really sure these days.”

Jihoon followed your gaze to the river. Before he could respond, you muttered something under your breath.

He leaned forward, “What’d you say?”

You took a deep breath in. “I said you seem to be doing fine these days. I saw SEVENTEEN’s comeback..you’ve really improved, huh? I’m proud-”

“I still love you,” Jihoon blurted out.

You stopped your ramble, head still turned away from Jihoon as you averted your gaze.

Your heart fell at his words whereas it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of Jihoon after he had blurted out. He felt as if he could finally breathe properly after all these months without you.

Softly, Jihoon whispered out, “Y/N..Please look at me? If you’ve moved on, please just tell me. Tell me why you left me. Please..” His voice broke at the end.

All these months of pent up emotion, silent tears, and lonely nights without you. Jihoon finally wracked up the courage to ask you for closure.

Your heart just felt so heavy to hold by yourself, chest aching in heartbreak. You succumbed to your own emotions; hot, heavy tears were rolling down your cheeks, falling, one by one, onto the ground. Raising your head, you could slightly make out Jihoon’s blurry figure.

“I’m..so sorry, Jihoon.” Without a warning, you broke down, hiccups wracking your figure. You covered your eyes with one of your hands, trying to rub away the waterfall of emotions pouring out of you. It was like a dam had broken, months of sleepless nights and guilty thoughts eating away at you and you had finally broken.

Jihoon was surprised, so surprised he just stood there for a few moments in shock. You never cried. In the years that Jihoon had known you, you were always the strong one, there for him when trainee life was too difficult. It was you who had held him on the nights he couldn’t sleep. It was you who had brought him food when he didn’t take care of yourself.

Jihoon lurched forward to hold you, arms wrapping around your shaking body. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered into your hair, one arm secured around your waist. “I’m here, Y/N. Breathe, breathe.”

You leaned in closer to Jihoon, wet tears soaking the front of his shirt. Regardless, Jihoon didn’t let you go, arms securely fastened around you as you gripped onto him, crying endlessly until the tears wouldn’t come out.

When you were finally able to even out your breathing, you loosened your grip, shaky breaths coming out.

Jihoon, sensing you had calmed down, asked the question that had been plaguing his mind the entire time. “Why did you leave me?”

You shook your head and buried your head back into Jihoon, no words coming out of your mouth except sharp intakes of breath.

Jihoon pushed, “Why? Did I do something wrong? Did you stop loving me? I loved you so damn much, Y/N, I would’ve done anything-”

You pushed away from him, “I did it for you!” you bursted, panting slightly after your outburst. You sniffled a little afterward, fingers still trying to rub at your red eyes.

Jihoon was in complete, utter shock. He opened his mouth, then closed it, unable to form words with his stricken lips.

“Me?” he finally sputtered, incredulously. Then, a rush of anger came over him, “Don’t blame this on me, you’re the one who-”

“I wanted you to have the future you dreamt of!”

He swallowed his retort, the rush of new information too much for him to handle at the moment.

The distance between the two of you felt like a brick wall, separating and full of tension. You sniffled, loose tears escaping once again. “I..I didn’t want to be a distraction for you..I didn’t want to be a burden.”

You sucked in a breath, trying to keep tears from flooding out of you again, but instead of tears, all the memories came flooding back to you. Every single “I love you” was a mountain of rocks, pressuring you to tell Jihoon the truth. Your lips quivered, trying to figure out a way to phrase your mistake.

Taking a sharp intake of breath, you tipped your chin upward to make eye contact with Jihoon. He was also crying, eyes turning pink as he quickly tried to rub tears out of sight. His cheeks and nose were a blush scarlet, eyelids swollen.

“You were..always so passionate about music. About debuting and being an idol, and I just thought, that maybe if I left..you would be better off.”

“How could you say that?” Jihoon spat out, tears openly rolling down his face. He swallowed, hiccuping slightly. “I loved you, I was willing to make sacrifices..if it just meant that we could be together. Was our relationship not enough for you to stay? Was I not enough for you?”

You shook your head fervently, leaning forward into Jihoon. “I still love you,” you whimpered into the fabric of his jacket. “I never stopped, never. I wanted the best of you, the company said-”

“I don’t care what the company says. I need you with me,” Jihoon choked, a lump sitting in his throat. “These past few months...they’ve been horrible. I can’t focus without you. You’re my inspiration, Y/N. I’m always thinking about you when I’m songwriting.”

When you stayed silent, Jihoon continued, “Please come back, Y/N. You said you still love me, is that true? Please, I’m begging you, come back to me.”

You nodded into him, quiet sobs dying down as guilt finally rose off your shoulders.

“I’m here, Jihoon. I’m here and I won’t leave ever again.”

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sugarcrash · 5 years

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Clumsy // Ethan Dolan

(A/N: So, I’m taking up writing again, now that I’ve gotten the swing of things in the new school year! Feel free to request! Also, ya’ll better be grateful, this took a long time to write and it’s 4,396 words lol)

Summary: When Y/N gets clumsy, she ends up making a mess - on Ethan Dolan. So how will it go down when they meet again?

Warnings: Swearing, quite a long intro (lol sorry)

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“Ugh.” Y/N groaned at her phone. The alarm had been going off for the past minute, blasting the same annoying tune into her ears. Rolling over, she hit the “stop” button on the glowing screen.

The girl turned to snuggle back into her sheets when the door opened, revealing her mother, who was still in her pajamas.

“Y/N, you’ve really got to stop setting that thing so loud.” she complained. “It’s woken your brother up twice this week, and I honestly can’t handle it anymore.”

The young lady smirked into her pillow. Her 10 year old brother, Tyson, was a crazy creature when woken up early. She heard his tinny little voice singing the obnoxious Pokemon theme song, and it was clear he was seeking attention.

“Ty!” her mom stalked to the little boy. Y/N listened in silence as she heard her mother scold him for almost waking up their cranky father.

Just as she was checking the time on her iPhone, her older brother, Asher, appeared at her doorway. “Hey nerd, gonna get up or what?” he raised an eyebrow.

Y/N let out a sigh and shifted her head to meet his eyes. “Just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean I’m a nerd, y’know.”

Asher rolled his pupils to the ceiling. “Well, the glasses and the fact that you’ve never gotten a grade lower than a straight B.” he knew she couldn’t argue with that.

“Whatever. Now leave so I can get dressed.” he did so, shutting the door behind him.

Y/N lugged herself out of bed and stared at her body in the full length mirror next to her dresser. She rubbed her tired eyes before glancing at the digital clock on her wall, which read 5:30 am.

“Why does school have to start so early?” she whined to herself as she bent over to her drawers, shifting through them before finding some simple black leggings and a pale yellow sweatshirt, one of her favorite outfits.

Before Y/N threw them on her body, though, she gave herself a quick sniff. Sure, she’d taken a shower last night, she smelled fine, but the bra she had been wearing for the past two weeks did not. She quickly changed her bra and panties before noticing there was a red splotch on her underwear.

“No, no no! Shit! You’re not supposed to be here for another week!” Y/N grumbled. Thankfully, she never put her tampons in the bathroom. Not only is it farther away from her room, so she’d have to run in bloody panties, but Asher and Tyson would probably find them.

She reached to her secret stash in her nightstand, pulling out the familiar blue-wrapped tube.

After she put in the tampon, she shoved on her clothes and rushed to brush her teeth. While she was doing so, Y/N received a text from her best friend, Lola.

*Text*

L: Hey babes!

L: How ya doing?

Y/N: Not good, Aunt Flo decided to visit

L: Aww u poor thing! Cramps start yet?

Y/N: Nope, just waiting in agony. I hate having to walk around school with a little box of tampons

L: U can do it! For women everywhere!

Y/N: Cheers, bitch

*End*

Y/N spit the foamy toothpaste down the drain, watching it swirl as she got lost in her thoughts. Wasn’t that math quiz today? No, that was tomorrow. Would she see her crush, Alex? Would he acknowledge her?

“C’mon, dork, if you want a ride, get a move on!” Asher announced, walking down the hallway. Y/N grabbed her laptop and phone from her desk, brushing her hair as she made her way down the stairs. She grabbed her backpack from the coat rack, shoving her electronics and hairbrush inside before checking to make sure her tampon box was ready to go.

In the little flimsy plastic pouch she had found in a tampon kit for this very reason, there were three orange paper tubes. With a sigh, she stuffed them in her low side pocket on her leggings, throwing on some random socks and her Adidas tennis shoes.

Y/N checked the time again. 5:45. School started in around 20 minutes, and it was 15 or so minutes away from the house. ‘We’re gonna make it’ Y/N decided as she pulled her hair into a quick ponytail.

With her backpack over her shoulder, she wen to the kitchen to look for breakfast when Asher shouted “Think fast!” Before she knew it, Y/N was hit in the face with a breakfast bar.

She leaned over, face twisting into a mad expression when she saw what it was. She picked it up, then complain loudly to her 18-year-old brother. “Asher, you idiot!”

“Keep it down! Dad’s trying to sleep!” her sleepy mother came downstairs, Tyson weaving in between her legs.

“Mommy said that’s a potty word!” he announced, making Y/N roll her eyes. She needed to escape this mess, so with her breakfast bar in hand, she turned the handle and stepped out the front door.

She hopped into Asher’s worn-down pickup truck, a gift from their grandfather on his 16th birthday. Y/N’s older brother soon appeared in the driver’s seat, using the key to start the car. Y/N pulled some headphones over her ears and let the music consume her.

A few minutes later, Asher pulled his car into the school parking lot with an abrupt stop, as to get Y/N’s attention. He lunged forward a bit, her headphones slipping off her ears.

“We’re here, sis.”

“Well, duh, I know.” the 15-year-old grumped.

“Alright, then get out.”

Y/N huffed and opened the car door, stepping out and taking a deep breath before starting toward the doors.

She looked down at her phone, and the time read 6:10. She had exactly five minutes before classes started and she was in trouble.

Y/N practically ran to the front doors, almost falling twice before reaching them and yanking the metal handles, revealing a main area full of students, most groggy.

She rushed to her locker, twirling the familiar lock to the right combo when Lola appeared next to her.

“Hey, hon.” she chirped. Lola had always been a morning person, whereas Y/N was not.

“Hey.” the girl’s locker swung open, the small mirror reflecting her face. She gave a little smile to it before stuffing her backpack inside the cold metal space, grabbing the materials for her first class, language and literature.

“Aren’t you so glad that we have lang and lit this hour? Poor Maddie, having to go to math first.”

Y/N nodded her head just as the warning bell sounded, demanding that students get themselves ti their classes before they needed a late pass. “Better start walking. We don’t need Mrs. Cooper getting mad at us again.” she nudged Lola, teasing her for yesterday’s mistake.

“Okay, okay, shut up.” she groaned at the memory. “Don’t look now, but someone’s right there!” her voice dropped to a singsong-ish whisper, and Y/N blushed, knowing just who she was speaking of.

She glanced and caught his eye as they passed. His.

Alex Kallio’s.

The brown-haired boy had been Y/N’s crush since eighth grade, but he never noticed her. He fit in with the popular crowd. She did not. It only actually worked in movies.

“Y’know, Hayden was over there, too.” the girl told her friend. Her cheeks instantly flushed, and Y/N smiled. “You can’t deny it anymore.”

“I don’t have a crush on him! God!” her face was adorned with playful annoyance as the young lady next to her rolled her eyes, showing that her little love was all too obvious.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“Stop it!” Lola whined. They pretended to be mad at one another before looking at one another, bursting into laughter.

They then reached the door. “Wanna know something?” Lola asked Y/N, who nodded. “I think one of the Dolans was totally looking at you.”

“No way. They’re, like, the most popular sophomores. And so handsome.”

“Looks like someone has two new crushes. Move over Alex, here come Ethan and Grayson.” the two giggled and took their seats just as the teacher walked in.

“Good morning, class.” Mrs. Cooper spoke, her voice filling the room.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cooper.” the class groaned back.

There was a click from the door and in waltzed the Dolan twins, goofy smiles on their faces. “Sorry.” they apologized together, but it was clear that the word meant nothing.

“Boys! We’ve talked about this before, you can’t continue to be late to class every day!” Mrs. Cooper scolded the teens.

Y/N raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes, her ears soon filling with the daily lecture on how it’s important to be a good student, and blah, blah, blah.

The twins sort of just stood there, secretly stealing looks and rolling their eyes at their friends, showing that it was clearly not a care. Then Ethan caught Y/N’s glance for a split second, and that’s when she realized she’d been staring.

“Lola!” she hissed at her friend. “How long was I looking?”

The girl let out a giggle. “The whole damn time.”

Y/N groaned and hid her face in her hands at Lola’s response, lifting it up only to see that class was starting.

*Time Skip*

Finally, 4th period. Lunch. Y/N could finally hang out with all her friends at once, rather than having to pass along notes and retell stories over and over again.

Y/N subconsciously walked into the cafeteria, lost in her thoughts. She found herself heading over to the lunch line, thinking about her love life.

“Do I really want Alex? What about Ethan? Or Grayson? I suppose there’s always that one kid, Adam, who’s always been nice to me.” she thought to herself, grabbing a tray from the stack.

As she made her way down the line, she noticed that the kids at the popular table somehow got a hold on a small foam football. She shook her head, getting a focus back on reality, rather than daydreaming and watching.

Y/N waited patiently as the long line got shorter, until she was next to get food. A school cook scooped some spaghetti onto her little tray, along with some salad. Just as she had gotten out of line, she turned to her usual table, where all her friends were placed.

Y/N began to fast walk toward them, not looking at her surroundings. Neither was Ethan Dolan, who, at the moment, was making an attempt to catch the small football before it hit the ground. He caught the ball in a jump and settled on the ground

Y/N was walking forward, but her head turned when she looked across the room, getting back to her thinking. She headed straight toward Ethan and, BAM! They collided.

Y/N spaghetti flew out of her hands , landing on her favorite sweatshirt with a thump, probably leaving a stain. She fell backwards onto her butt, the small tampon pack in her leggings flinging out, unclasping and sending the products all over the floor.

Ethan had barely flinched at the contact.

He took a look at who had crashed into him, before realizing what a mess the girl was in. He immediately ran to go get napkins for her, as she got herself up and tried to gather everything.

People started to laugh as they noticed what had happened, and Y/N felt hot tears begin to prick at her eyes. “I’m so stupid, so clumsy.” she thought.

Ethan came back while she was still attempting to clean, though it was hard. She sat on her knees for a moment, resting her hands on her sides before feeling around.

Her tampon box was gone. Y/N started to mentally freak out, now frantically looking before someone found them and she got even more embarrassed. But it was hard to search, seeing that her eyes were blurry with tears.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asked. Y/N only nodded her head. “Are you looking for something?”

She was about to nod again, stopping herself and realizing that, if she told him, he’d want to help, and he’d have to know what it was. She decided against his help, responding with a short “No.”

“Well, it looks like you are. Here, I’ll help.”

Y/N panicked as he looked on the floor, trying to find something that he didn’t even know what it is was, before his eyes settled on the bright orange tampon wrappers, along with the little blue box. Y/N was doomed.

The muscular boy picked them up and smiled, proud of himself that he did something right, but then Ethan realized what they were.

Both sophomore’s faces flushed with embarrassment as people realized their predicament, roaring with laughter around them.

“A-Are these yours?” Ethan asked sheepishly.

Y/N snatched them out of his hand, touching it for only a second, but long enough for something to spark. She looked into his eyes, then tore her gaze away, sprinting out of reach and into the empty hallway.

Once alone in the girl’s bathroom, Y/N broke down, tears running down her cheeks. Her favorite sweatshirt was ruined, she embarrassed herself and a popular kid in front of the whole school, and her crush would probably never look at her again.

The door burst open with a bang, hitting the wall behind it, and in came her friends Lola, Maddie, and Zoe.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Maddie asked.

“We saw the whole thing!” Zoe exclaimed.

Lola sat down next to Y/N, and the two other followed. They gave her a huge group hug and let her cry.

After Y/N was finished, Lola suggested that she get a new shirt. The girl agreed, and the four went to the office to look for something in the lost and found.

“Well, honey, why don’t you go look in the bin? There should be a shirt or two in there.” the secretary told the girls.

They sifted through the large blue bucket and found two shirts, an old white one that smelled awful and was looking a little yellow, and a stupid Lego Batman shirt that was in pretty good condition, but smelled as if someone mixed too much cologne and sweat together.

“No doubt, these are from the boy’s locker room.” Zoe pinched her nose with her left hand as she used the right one to hold the shirt far away from her while she examined it.

“Whatever. At least it’s better than the one I’m wearing now.” Y/N grabbed the dangling shirt and sighed before marching to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Y/N came back into the office. The shirt fit her perfectly, giving a sign that it was probably from some nerdy kid with no build whatsoever.

“Oh, good, sweetie, you found something. Now, you kids better get back to class before your teachers get mad.” the secretary instructed. The four girls nodded and headed out.

Once alone in the hallway, Maddie spoke up. “Okay, like, I know this whole thing was traumatizing for you, Y/N, but can we just talk about how cute you and Ethan would be?”

Zoe and Lola laughed, but Y/N quickly clamped a hand down on Maddie’s mouth. “Don’t! Someone could hear!”

“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s a false statement.” Zoe giggled.

Lola smirked. “Totally. I ship.”

Y/N covered her ears, playfully getting annoyed at her friends and running ahead of them, making the girls chase after her. They reached the sophomore hallway, laughing as they rushed to their lockers as to not be later than they already were.

Y/N collected her binder, pencil case, and laptop before turning to her friends. “Bye guys, see you after class.”

“Bye.” they called in unison.

The rest of the day went on painfully slow, and Y/N was called out several times during the day, getting comments on how she was clumsy or embarrassing. But there were always a few nice kids who asked her if she was okay.

By the time the bell rang at the end of the day, the girl was exhausted. Sh had been assigned at least 5 pages of homework, and probably an essay or two. But she couldn’t really say, because she hadn’t been paying that much attention.

To top of all the bad luck of the day, Ethan hadn’t looked at her again. No matter how many times Y/N attempted to catch his eye, he’d purposely turn his head the other way. They both knew what he was doing.

“Fine then.” Y/N thought to herself. “Save your ego. Can’t have anyone catching you look at me.”

She then blushed, realizing she was getting mad at him like he was her friend. They had barely ever interacted, why was she feeling and acting this way?

Y/N met Asher outside of the school, in the student parking lot. He was already in the car, obviously annoyed that his little sister had taken so long.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she babbled apologies as she clambered into the car and buckled up. Though she would never admit it, she tried to impress her brother and stay on his good side. He was in with the popular crowd at school, and she took every chance she got to look cool to him.

“Yeah, whatever. Listen, I heard what happened to you today.” Y/N’s face flushed red when he brought up the memory. “I know you had a bad day, so I’m gonna give you a deal. It’s a one time thing, though, okay?”

He turned to look at Y/N, and she nodded.

“If you want, you can come to this party with me tonight. I’m hearing that some of the sophomores will be there, too, so it’s not like you’ll be alone. You wanna go?”

“Oh, yeah. That sounds like fun.”

“Okay. We’re leaving at 8:30. If mom or dad asks, we’re going to the movies with a few friends. I will not have my night ruined by some kid who can’t keep her mouth shut.”

His sister pursed her lips, showing that her lips were sealed. He put his key into the ignition and started it, driving back to the house.

Once they arrived from the ten minute drive, Y/N raced straight up to her room, taking no time in saying hello to the rest of her family. Really, though, it was only her mom, because her dad was at work and Tyson was still at school.

Y/N immediately texted her friends about the party.

*Text*

Y/N: Guysss!!!

L: Wat

Z: What is it??

Y/N: I’m going to a party 2nite!

M: R u serious? How?

Y/N: Asher

L: Ah, that makes more sense

Z: What r u gonna wear?

Y/N: idk

M: Well, when r u leaving?

Y/N: 8:30, why?

L: IT’S 3:30 U ONLY HAVE 5 HOURS TO DECIDE WHAT TO WEAR

Z: R U INSANE HURRY

M: U guys r so overdramatic

Y/N: Agreed. Will text when I have perfect outfit.

*End*

Y/N set her phone gently on the bed before turning it off, going over to her dresser and rooting through it to find the perfect combination of an outfit.

She pulled out various dresses, skirts, pants, and shirts, sifting through each one carefully and pairing together different items that may look good together. Y/N tried on each option before settling on the perfect ensemble, one that was casual but cool at the same time. “Coolsual”, she called it.

Y/N flopped onto her bed and flipped open her laptop, going to YouTube to entertain her for a few hours before she showed her friends what she’d be wearing.

Eventually, time passed (though Y/N would admit quite slowly because of how excited she was to go to this party)

She threw on her outfit, a skin-tight black off-the-shoulder top that adorned long sleeves, paired with a pretty black and white plaid skirt with a small chain hanging off the hip and connecting to one of the belt loops. Y/N also had on knee-high black socks, and finished off with a slight coat of make-up.

The girl stood in the mirror, snapping a picture before sending it to her awaiting girlfriends, who responded with “omg!”s and “love it!”s.

Y/N smiled at her phone, knowing they would’ve said the same thing if she staples herself in a trash bag, even if she knew they were lying.

“Are you coming or not?” Asher yelled from the bottom of the stairs up to her room. Y/N hadn’t realized the time and yelled back in response, grabbing her purse and heading downstairs.

She pulled on some quick tennis shoes, not wanting to be bothered with the burden of having heels on, even if they weren’t that tall.

“Finally, you slowpoke, I texted you only a million times!” her older brother complained.

“Girls take longer!” she complained, but the both of them knew that she was just lazy in getting ready.

Asher chuckled and shook his head at the younger girl. “Whatever. Let’s go.”

They started out the door and into the driveway, entering the car. The senior put his key into the ignition and they drove the 5 minutes in silence to his friend’s house.

Once they arrived, Y/N noticed that there were so many more people than anticipated. She could already tell that this wasn’t going to be as fun as she expected, and she recognized no one out on the lawn.

“Whatever.” Y/N thought to herself. “I’ll just hang out by the cooler the entire time. No big deal.”

But she was lying to herself, and she knew it. It was a big deal, seeing as she was never one to be so involved with large crowds of people. She had her group of friends, and that was all she needed. Nevertheless, she snapped out of her thoughts and brought herself to push open the car door.

The minute they stepped out of the vehicle, Asher was swooped away by his friends, no surprise there. Y/N, left to fend for herself, went to the food. It was in the corner by some chairs anyways, so it was a nicer place to be alone rather than out in the sea of bodies that were dancing, some quite inappropriately, she may add.

Suddenly, the girl felt someone sit next to her. Y/N turned her head to find Amber, a girl that she sometimes talked to in her math class. They were getting to know each other pretty well, finding things in common when they had the time.

“Hi.” the brunette spoke, a bit quietly. It could’ve just been the loud music, but Amber was a known introvert, so it was a surprise to see her in a place like this.

“Hey. What are you doing here? I wouldn’t expect to see you at a party, no offence.” Y/N responded.

“None taken, and I could say the same for you. My friend Samantha dragged me here. I don’t know why though, because she knows I don’t go to these things.”

“Ah. My brother offered to take me, since I had a pretty bad day, but I realize it’s definitely not my scene.”

Amber hummed in response, and the two girls people-watched for a few minutes, until Y/N noticed a certain someone in the crowd.

Ethan Dolan.

He stood next to his twin, Grayson, talking animatedly to a few of his friends. Y/N hadn’t noticed she was staring until Amber poked at her side for the second time.

“Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” she called, before noticing who she was looking at. “Ooh, you like him?”

“Yeah.” the girl called absentmindedly, unaware that Amber had even asked a question, let alone what the topic was.

Amber squealed. “Oh my god! It’s gonna be hard to get to him, though, he practically has a line of girls waiting for him.”

“What?” Y/N turned to Amber. “Please explain, I have no idea what you just said.”

As Amber talked to the sophomore next to her, unbeknown that she was being watched.

From across the room, Ethan was looking directly at her, watching as she talked to a girl that was probably in the grade, but never bothered to learn who she was.

Y/N and Ethan had only ever crossed paths a few times, seeing as she was obviously less popular than he. But after today, he felt butterflies dashing around in his stomach, and he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or having a crush.

Little did he know, Y/N felt the same way.

Whatever the feeling, the muscular boy decided to suck it up and go talk to her. On the other side of the room, Y/N was oblivious to his attempts to get her attention.

After a few minutes, her gaze eventually shifted to him, and Y/N grinned at Ethan when they made eye contact. He ended his conversation and sauntered over to the sitting girl.

“Hey.” he spoke, causing Y/N to blush a little bit. She couldn’t believe it, a popular kid, talking to her. Willingly.

“Hi.” she quietly spoke, afraid that she would mess something up. The two sophomores looked at each other for a minute, small grins on both of their faces.

“So,” Ethan broke the ice. “How are you doing after today? Y’know, with the whole cafeteria thing...”

Y/N silently thanked him for asking “I’m doing good. Unfortunately, my favorite sweatshirt was ruined, but it’s okay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve been watching where I was.”

“No, no, it’s my fault.”

The taller boy breathed out of his nose before speaking again. “So, see you around?”

“For sure.”

With that, Ethan left Y/N to go find his friends once more. What they didn’t know is that both of them felt the same feeling of butterflies invading their bodies, jittery and nervous.

Alex Kallio who?

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embarrassed.

it feels like they’ve been at it for hours. the same actions repeating over and over as though he’s stuck in a time loop, damned to sing the same lyrics through eternity. he done it enough that he can almost time it, the music fades away, the click and then a voice telling him all of the things he’s done wrong. jun knows that he’s not perfect, despite the golden mantle he likes to throw around, he knows that practice is the only way to even get close to perfection. but he’s tired, he’s frustrated and he’s done.

it seems though the last few weeks have been building up to this moment. there’s only so many times he can smile and push down his worries and frustrations, to pretend they don’t exist, to ignore the thoughts when they come crawling in at 2 am when everyone else is asleep. and as time trickles by in the same windowless room, he feels his seemingly infinite patience finally running empty, his emotions scrubbed raw and left open. he silently motions for a break, doesn’t hesitate to throw the headphones off. he tugs off his beanie and roughly runs his hands through his hair, leaving the ends to stick up in a fury of haphazard directions, too frustrated to care about how ridiculous he looks. he throws himself onto the flimsy wooden stool in the corner, ignoring the creak it makes under his weight. jun sighs heavily and roughly tugs the lid off of his water bottle, greedily sipping water as though it would sooth the fury steadily building inside of him. when it’s finished, he crushes the plastic easily before tossing it in the corner toward his bag.

the recording booth isn’t unfamiliar to him in anyway. but tonight the silence is overwhelming, it rings in his ears and threatens to swallow him whole if he allows it. the windows should feel soothing, a clear cut view to han on the other side of the board. but instead it makes him feel trapped, like a suspect under evaluation, an animal fighting to escape it’s cage. shutting his eyes, he leans back against the wall and allows himself this small moment of weakness; allows the feelings that he typically ignores to rise up and crash over him. he lets it overwhelm him and sinks down into it. in the last few hours, he’s grown to hate the sight of han’s face, the sound of his voice, the way he nitpicks and points out every mistake. jun feels as though he’s been singing the same words in the same exact way, but it’s never enough for han.

but sejun knows that han only expect perfection from him because it can be delivered. he would never intentionally set him up to fail, despite the way he feels now. realistically, he knows that it’ll all be worth it in the end. he just needs to keep reminding himself of that. so jun shoves all of his feelings down, steels his nerves and stands. flashing han a strained smile, he slips the headphones back on.

@idyohan

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tumblunni · 5 years

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TURTLE HEADPHONES SO COOOOOOL

My new headphones!! Are good!! Really good!!

The thing with it being designed to let you wear glasses without discomfort is JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG FOR COMFORT

The ear pad things are really soft and squishy and not that gross hard faux leather stuff they usually have on big beefy over the ear headphones like this! It means theyre way lighter than they look, and thats good cos i usually got a neck ache wearing my last ones. And the squishyness of the pads means that they sorta form an air seal around your ears so the noise containment is really good! Ive been too paranoid to record any lets plays since i moved into the new house cos the walls are thin and i keep hearing people and getting nervous, so a soundproofy ear is grand! And would be really conveinient to wear when im anxious on trains and stuff too! And it also means that THEY ACTUALLY FIT MY FATASS HEAD! I have a really fuckin big head!! So few hats fit me! Headphones are usually okay cos they have the adjustavle stuff but its always SO hard to manage it cos when i get it big enough its all fully stretched out and wiggly flimsy so it keeps falling off when i move my head, or i have to tighten it too tight and get a headache. And its always only adjustable lengthways and not widthways so im like 'yeah great now it can get on my head but the ears are down around my neck' and then i put them up and theres a big lumpp of empty space above my head that wiggles around and falls off. These things havs an additional turning joint around two separate points at the top of the earpiece and halfway down it, which can move back and forth, up and down and even sideways! And cos its on such a freemoving joint you dont have to annoyingly adjust it yourself with those old fashioned plastic clackers that never get it right, nah just lightly push the thing onto your head and itll automatically slide into the place that fits best and go all SWHOOP as the foam ear seals start working. Its wild! I wanna keep putting them on and off again cos its like a mini massage, lol. Its hard to believe its actually just such simple engineering, it really does feel like some guy just helped put it on for you or something. Like the click into place is like invisible hands turning it on and WOW thatvwoukd be a terrible afterlife to be stuck haunting one specific set of headphones forever

OH YEAH AND!! YOU TURN THEM ON!!

And it goes SWHOOP WOOP and the magic noise cancelling thing happens! Thats the only downside, you have to charge the battery for noise cancelling and the lead is usb so it cant plug into a phone. Maybe i should get one of those usb battery banks for long journeys?

Oh also a minor thing is that the power button is stupid and the box doesnt explain that the power button is stupid. Its one of those ones that doesnt work unless you hold it down for 2 seconds ans im like wtf why would you need that extra level of security on just headphones?? So i got a bit stupidly panicked thinking they were broken until i googled online and like the first damn result was "yeah it doesnt say hold it down" LOL

Oh and also apparantly i got the name wrong in my last post, its atlas three not alpha three. Turtle beach atlas three multipurpose gaming headset. Comes witj audio splitters so it works with all consoles, phone and pc! But most importantly~ its comfy~~!

Oh but theyre not actually patterned after turtles its just a brand name :( i wanna go look if anyone sells cute turtle decals...

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Brainwavz HM100 headphones review: flattering to deceive Cheap headphones that feel cheap The dirty little secret of my favorite categories of consumer goods — headphones, backpacks, and watches, primarily — is that they all have offensively fat profit margins. Their prices used to be fairer when manufacturers had to pay retailers for physical shelf space, but in the age of online shopping, every purchase we make is, to some extent, exploitative. Brainwavz is one company that’s trying to exploit the consumer less by undercutting the bigger audio brands on price while maintaining a high level of sonic quality. The Brainwavz B400 are still one of my favorite pairs of in-ear headphones, performing far beyond their $199 asking price. The latest from Brainwavz is an even cheaper option: the $150 HM100. The Brainwavz HM100 check off a lot of items on the typical audiophile wishlist: their ear cups are made out of real wood, they come with a hard carrying case, a choice of wires, plus a two-year warranty, and their design conceit is that they offer studio-quality sound. There’s no denying that you get a lot for your money with these headphones, but they fall short on quality and refinement, which undermines their claim to being a more affordable version of the pricier stuff. They’re cheap headphones that feel like cheap headphones. Everything about the HM100 design is intended to evoke the look and feel of high-end headphones. Start with the two-tone coffee color scheme, which is a little reminiscent of the Focal Stellia, except Focal uses real leather whereas Brainwavz puts unnecessary stitching on its leather-like headband material. Then there’s the shape of the metal yoke connecting the headband to the headphones, seemingly ripped straight off Beyerdynamic’s production line. Japanese headphone manufacturers like to put numbered lines on the extendable part of the headband, so you can always know your favored setting, and Brainwavz re-creates that styling but not the functionality. There’s no friction to the HM100 expansion mechanism, so they never stay fixed at your desired size setting. The design is derivative and dishonest about its materials To put these headphones on, you basically disregard the adjustment options and just expand their size by pulling them onto your head. It’s like using a pair of cans with an elastic strap at the top, except the experience is not as pleasant. Similar things can be said of the extremely deep ear pads and thickly padded headband: they’re like those of luxuriously comfy headphones such as the AudioQuest NightHawk, but not as nice. With the inclusion of plastic bits that simulate a metal look, but creak, the HM100s complete the full set of faux ornamentation sins. In spite of their considerable bulk, these headphones feel decidedly flimsy and unconvincing. The one honest thing about the materials of the HM100 is the genuine wood used on the ear cups’ exterior. It’s a neat touch. If I close my eyes (and my ears to the creaking), I’d say these headphones provide a nice and comfortable fit for long listening sessions. You can also take them on the move because they don’t have high power requirements and Brainwavz includes a short cable for just that purpose. It’s a good cable that doesn’t tangle easily, and the passive sound isolation of the HM100s means they do a fine job of suppressing exterior noise and letting you enjoy your music. The HM100s would be pretty great portable headphones if they weren’t so damn huge The only problem with the idea of these as portable headphones? They’re comically large and indiscreet, lending the wearer an old-school robot look. I have a large head, and they still look enormous on me; more petite humans might get entirely swallowed up by the HM100s. And then there’s also the fact that they don’t collapse down. Should you wish to transport them with their provided case, it’d occupy the vast majority of any bag you choose to use. The sound of the HM100s partially redeems their physical shortcomings. It is crisp and faithful to the music, offering a broad soundstage that’s atypical of closed-back headphones of this kind. I guess that’s the benefit of having those cavernously deep ear cups. Brainwavz gets reasonably close to its marketing promise of studio-quality performance, as the HM100s retrieve a lot of detail. But their tuning is not one that I’d encourage anyone working on a professional music production to rely on. The soundstage is wide, the detail is there, but the tonal balance leaves you feeling cold The treble response of the HM100s is a sliver too strong. It’s only a matter of a few decibels, but it’s the difference between a well-balanced sound and one that’s too sharp and shrieking. With a small bump in the mid-bass — which typically provides a favorable sweetener to the music — the HM100s tend to recess the mids, deadening some of the most interesting parts of most genres of good music. The ultimate result is a sound that feels competent because of its detail, but it’s neither accurate nor fun enough to recommend. As much of an advocate as I have been for value-for-money headphones like the Status Audio CB-1, I can’t say that the Brainwavz HM100s offer a good balance of compromises for their attainable price. Unlike the CB-1s, which opt for basic but strong and durable plastic construction, the HM100s try and fail to look and act like a high-end metal-and-leather pair of cans. Brainwavz does a fine job of getting decent performance out of these headphones. However, their final tuning seems uncertain as to whether it’s meant to flatter and excite the casual listener’s ear or do work as an actual studio monitoring headphone. The Brainwavz HM100s are an example of a product that’s designed to check off too many boxes and, as a result, doesn’t adequately fill any of them. Photography by Vlad Savov / The Verge Vox Media has affiliate partnerships. These do not influence editorial content, though Vox Media may earn commissions for products purchased via affiliate links. For more information, see our ethics policy. #Newsytechno.com #Latest_Technology_Trends #Cool_Gadgets

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ZAGG Slim Book Go for iPad (9.7-inch) Review: About as Versatile as an iPad Laptop Case Can Be

Cameron Summerson

If you’re looking for a way to get more out of your iPad by turning it into a makeshift laptop, look no further than the $99 ZAGG Slim Book Go. It’s a robust little accessory that adds a lot of versatility.

What It Is: A Laptop-like Accessory for Your iPad

iPads have come a long way since they were first introduced, with many users opting for their simplicity over a traditional laptop. The one thing that’s missing for most users is an easy way to bang out a bunch of text at one time—using the on-screen keyboard is fine for short, simple bits of text, but if you’re looking to do more than an external accessory is the way to go.

And while there’s no shortage of iPad-specific (or even compatible) models floating around out there, the ZAGG Slim Book Go has a few interesting tricks up its sleeve to make it a real contender for your iPad-turned-laptop keyboard needs.

Cameron Summerson

First, it has all the features you’d expect from a portable keyboard: it’s Bluetooth, so it connects quickly and wirelessly; it’s backlit for easy typing in dim environments, and it can sync with two different devices for easy switching. But all those are expected features—things that any manufacturer would be chastised for not including.

It’s the other stuff that makes the Slim Book Go an option worthy of your consideration.

For starters, the detachable laptop-style form factor is excellent. The Slim Book Go is two parts: the keyboard and a case. The case part goes on your iPad and serves not only to protect it, but also to physically connect to the keyboard by way of strong magnets in each of the two units. The case also has a handy, versatile, and intelligently-designed kickstand so using it with the keyboard—either connected or separately—is easy.

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But that’s not all. The case, which initially felt bulky to my hands that are otherwise only familiar with the iPad in its naked glory, also has another useful trick: a bay for your Apple Pencil. You can tuck the Pencil away here, close the lid like a laptop, and have it all neatly tucked away. Together. I don’t use the Pencil, but I can see how this would be a killer feature for anyone who does and likes to keep it close at hand.

Otherwise, the design is pretty straightforward. As I mentioned earlier, the keyboard and case connect easily via magnets, which gives the entire thing a unified look and feel—not unlike a laptop. But, you know, with your iPad.

I’d be lying if I said I was taken aback by its form factor or overall look out of the box—it’s honestly pretty dull looking. But hey, it doesn’t need to be because it does what it’s supposed to do so damn well.

In fact, let’s talk about that now.

Using the Slim Book Go: I Like You, Little Keyboard

When I first slapped my iPad into the case, as I noted above, I was a little surprised with the added bulk, but as I used it the sense that it was too bulky faded. The case itself undoubtedly works as a good protective cover for the tablet, though it doesn’t do a lot to protect the screen—it has a tiny lip around the edge, but I don’t think it would be enough to prevent the screen from cracking if you dropped it face-down. So, like, try not to drop it face-down.

Otherwise, it’s legit. It has openings for the Lightning port and the headphone jack (this iPad has a headphone jack). You know how some cases make buttons almost unpressable and annoying? Well, this one doesn’t do that. They’re still plenty clicky.

The kickstand is really cool because of its unique design. Instead of folding out from the middle of the device—like the Surface Pro’s kickstand, for example—the hinge is actually at the bottom, and it folds outward. It’s also very stiff, so it holds the tablet at whatever degree you want it—all the way up to dead-straight.

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Directly under the display (in landscape) is the Pencil holder. Under that (on the bottom) are the magnet attachments for the keyboard. That’s the star of the show here, so let’s talk about it.

First off, I was shocked at how easy the Slim Book Go is to type on, especially given its overall small form factor. But the keys feel excellent—decent travel and a great tactile feel. They’re a little undersized, but I didn’t find that to be a problem during my testing. I type a lot of words every single day, and I could easily switch between my regular keyboard, laptop keyboard, and the Slim Book Go with minimal effort.

It’s also backlit. But not just old fashioned “regular” backlighting where you get one color; oh no, the Slim Book Go has seven backlighting options. You can choose from white, blue, teal, green, yellow, red, and purple. And they all look outstanding. Even yellow, which is traditionally a terrible color (I kid, I kid). But really, I just kept my review unit on red all the time, because…I like red. Oh, all of those colors has three different brightness levels, too. Or you can just turn it off. Your call, man.

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It also includes all the function keys you’d want: home, lock, task switching, internet, media and volume controls, and even a button to bring up the software keyboard if you need it. You know, for emoji.

Speaking of using the keyboard, let’s talk “lap-ability”. The most common complaint with the Surface-style kickstand is that it just isn’t lap-able; the Slim Book Go is capable of being used in your lap, and it’s not a terrible experience. It’s just… finicky. If you position it right, it’s stable enough to type on, though it still suffers the same issue that most detachable products like this—with such a flimsy hinge (where the keyboard connects to the case, not the kickstand hinge), it just doesn’t have the structural rigidity needed to make for a great experience. But since the kickstand is a big ol’ slab of plastic that lies flat, it helps a lot.

Finally, let’s talk battery life. ZAGG claims the Slim Book Go gets a year of battery life with an hour of use each day, so that’s about 365 hours. Or three months if you use it for four hours a day. Or 45 days if you use it for 8 hours a day. But honestly, if you’re typing on your iPad for eight hours a day, seven days a week, we probably need to talk about your device usage habits and not really focus on your keyboard’s battery life. Also, just because I did the math, you could theoretically type on the Slim Book Go for over 15 days without stopping.

Speaking of battery, though, that’s my biggest gripe with the keyboard: the battery status indicator is sort of… not great. It doesn’t have much in the way of a real indicator, but instead just blinks a tiny light on the power button when you press the Fn and Ctrl keys at the same time. If it flashes green three times, the battery is more than half full. Two yellow blinks mean it’s somewhere between 25-49%, and one red blink means it’s below 25%. I guess you should probably charge it at that point.

The biggest issue with that system, which honestly isn’t horrible, is that it depends on you remembering to check it before it’s almost dead. The manual doesn’t indicate the light blinks to warn you when the battery is really low, but maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised to find that feature in 6 months when my battery runs low.

Conclusion: A Versatile Product with a Lot to Like

There’s a lot to like about the Slim Book Go: it’s versatile, functional, and adds a lot of value to your tablet. If you find yourself banging out lots of words on your iPad every day, this is an excellent option to add a keyboard that works in both a laptop-esque form factor or as a separate accessory. And at only $99, it’s an easily justified purchase that will add a lot of functionality to your iPad. The kickstand on the case is just an added bonus.

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